Lensman 03 – Galactic patrol – E.E. Doc Smith

five bolts of lightning flicked from Blakeslee’s DeLameters. The last guard went down,

his head a shriveled cinder, before a single pirate bolt could be loosed. Then.

“You see Helmuth,” Kinnison spoke conversationally to the board, his voice

dripping vitriol, “playing it safe from a distance and making other men pull your chest-

nuts out of the fire, is a very fine trick as long as it works. But, when it fails to work, as

now, it puts you exactly where I want you. I for one, have been for a long time

completely fed up with taking orders from a mere voice, especially from the voice of one

whose entire method of operation proves him to be the prize coward of the galaxy.”

“Observer ! You other at the board !” snarled Helmuth, paying no attention to

Kinnison’s barbed shafts. “Sound the assembly-armed !”

“No use, Helmuth, he’d stone deaf,” Kinnison explained, voice smoothly

venomous. “I’m the only man in this base you can talk to, and you won’t be able to do

even that very much longer.”

“And you really think that you can get away with this mutiny-this barefaced

insubordination-this defiance of my authority?”

“Sure I can-that’s what I’ve been telling you. If you were here in person, or ever

had been, if any of the boys had ever seen you, or had ever known you as anything

except a disembodied voice, maybe I couldn’t. But, since nobody has ever seen even

your face, that gives me a chance . . . . .

In his distant base Helmuth’s mind had flashed over every aspect of this

unheard-of situation. He decided to play for time, therefore, even as his hands darted to

buttons here and there, he spoke.

“Do you want to see my face?” he demanded. “If you do see it, no power in the

galaxy . . ”

“Skip it, Chief,” sneered Kinnison, “Don’t try to kid me into believing you wouldn’t

kill me now, under any conditions, if you possibly could. As for your face, it makes no

difference to me whether I ever see your ugly pan or not.”

“Well, you shall!” and Helmuth’s visage appeared, concentrating upon the

rebellious officer a glare of such fury and such power that any ordinary man must have

quailed. But not Blakeslee-Kinnison!

“Well! Not so bad, at that-the guy looks almost human!” Kinnison exclaimed in

the tone most carefully designed to drive even more frantic the helpless and inwardly

aging pirate leader. “But I’ve got things to do. You can guess at what goes on around

here from now on,” and in the blaze of a DeLameter Helmuth’s plate, set, and “eye”

disappeared. Kinnison had also been playing for time, and his observer had checked

and rechecked this second and highly important line to Helmuth’s ultra-secret base.

Then, throughout the fortress, there blared out the urgent assembly call, to which

the Lensman added, verbally.

“This is a one hundred percent callout, including crews of ships in dock, regular

base personnel, and all prisoners. Come as you are and come fast-the doors of the

auditorium will be locked in five minutes and any man outside those doors will be given

ample reason to wish that he had been inside.”

The auditorium was immediately off the control room, and was so arranged that

when a partition was rolled back the control room became its stage. All Boskonian

bases were arranged thus, in order that the supervising officers at Grand Base could

oversee through their instruments upon the main panel just such assemblies as this

one was supposed to be. Every man hearing that call assumed that it came from Grand

Base, and every man hurried to obey it.

Kinnison rolled back the partition between the two rooms and watched for

weapons as the men came streaming into the auditorium. Ordinarily only the guards

went armed, but possibly a few of the ships’ officers would be wearing their DeLameters

. . . . . four-five-six. The captain and the pilot of the battleship that had taken the

hospital ship, Vice-Commander Krimsky of the base, and three guards. Knives, billies,

and such did not count.

“Time’s up. Lock the doors. Bring the keys and the nurses up here,” he ordered

the six armed men, calling each by name. “You women take these chairs over here, you

men sit there.”

Then, when all were seated, Kinnison touched a button and the steel partition

slid smoothly into place.

“What’s coming off here?” demanded one of the officers. “Where’s the

commander? How about Grand Base? Look at that board !”

“Sit tight.” Kinnison directed. “Hands on knees-I’ll burn any or all of you that

make a move. I have already burned the old man and five guards, and have put Grand

Base out of the picture. Now I want to find out just how us seven stand.” The Lensman

already knew, but he was not tipping his hand.

“Why us seven?”

“Because we are the only ones who happened to be wearing side-arms.

Everyone else of the entire personnel is unarmed and is now locked in the auditorium.

You know how apt they are to get out until one of us lets them out.”

“But Helmuth-he’ll have you blasted for this!”

“Hardly-my plans were not made yesterday. How many of you fellows are with

me?”

“What’s your scheme?”

“To take these nurses to some Patrol base and surrender. I’m sick of this whole

game, and, since none of them have been hurt, I figure they’re good for a pardon and a

fresh start-a light sentence at least.”

“Oh, so that’s the reason . . . . .” growled the captain.

“Exactly-but I don’t want anyone with me whose only thought would be to burn

me down at the first opportunity.”

“Count me in,” declared the pilot. “I’ve got a strong stomach, but enough of these

jobbies is altogether too much. If you wangle anything short of a life sentence for me I’ll

go along, but I bloody well won’t help you against . . . . .”

“Sure not. Not until after we’re out in space. I don’t need any help here.”

“Do you want my DeLameter?”

“No, keep it. You won’t use it on me. Anybody else?”

One guard joined the pilot, standing aside, the other four wavered.

“Time’s up!” Kinnison snapped. “Now, you four fellows, either go for your

DeLameters or turn your backs, and do it right now!”

They elected to turn their backs and Kinnison collected their weapons, one by

one. Having disarmed them, he again rolled back the partition and ordered them to join

the wondering throng in the auditorium. He then addressed the assemblage, telling

them what he had done and what he had it in mind to do.

“A good many of you must be fed up on this lawless game of piracy and anxious

to resume association with decent men, if you can do so without incurring too great a

punishment,” he concluded. “I feel quite certain that those of us who man the hospital

ship in order to return these nurses to the Patrol will get light sentences, at most. Miss

MacDougall is a head nurse-a commissioned officer of the Patrol. We will ask her what

she thinks.”

“I can say more than that,” she replied clearly. “I am not ‘quite certain’ either – I

am absolutely sure that whatever men Mr. Blakeslee selects for his crew will not be

given any sentences at all. They will be pardoned, and will be given whatever jobs they

can do best.”

“How do you know, Miss?” asked one. “We’re a black lot.”

“I know you are.” The head nurse’s voice was serenely positive. “I won’t say how

I know, but you can take my word for it that I do know.”

”Those of you who want to take a chance with us line up over here,” Kinnison

directed, and walked rapidly down the line, reading the mind of each man in turn. Many

of them he waved back into the main group, as he found thoughts of treachery or signs

of inherent criminality. Those he selected were those who were really sincere in their

desire to quit forever the ranks of Boskone, those who were in those ranks because of

some press of circumstance rather than because of a mental taint. As each man

passed inspection he armed himself from the cabinet and stood at ease before the

group of women.

Having selected his crew, the Lensman operated the controls that opened the

exit nearest the hospital ship, blasted away the panel, so that that exit could not be

closed, unlocked a door, and turned to the pirates.

“Vice-Commander Krimsky, as senior officer, you are now in command of this

base,” he remarked. “While I am in no sense giving you orders, there are a few matters

about which you should be informed. First, I set no definite time as to when you may

leave this room-I merely state that you will find it decidedly unhealthy to follow us at all

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