“I see,” agreed Dr. Brooks, “the bull wears himself out on the cape and never sees the sword.”
“Exactly. Exactly. I only wish it were as easy as that. Now do any of you have any ideas as to how we can use what we’ve got without letting them know who we are, where we are, or how many we are? And now I’m going to take time out for a cigarette while you think about it.”
Presently, he added, “You might bear in mind that we have two real advantages: the enemy apparently has not the slightest idea that we even exist, and our weapons are strange to them, even mysterious. Wilkie, didn’t you compare the Ledbetter effect to magic?”
“I should hope to shout, Chief! It’s safe to say that, aside from the instruments in our laboratories, there just isn’t any way in existence to detect the forces we are working with now. You don’t even know they’re there. It’s like trying to hear radio with your bare ears.”
“That’s what I mean. Mysterious. Like the Indians when they first met up with the white man’s fire arms, they died and they didn’t know why.
Think about it. I’ll shut up and let you.”
Graham produced the first suggestion. “Major?”
“Yes?”
“Why couldn’t we kidnap ’em?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, your idea is to throw a scare into ’em, isn’t it? How about a surprise raiding party, using the Ledbetter effect. We could go in one of the scout cars at night and pick out some really big shot, maybe the prince royal himself. We knock out everybody we come in contact with the projectors, and we walk right in and snatch him.”
“Any opinions about that, gentlemen?” Ardmore said, reserving his own.
“It seems to have something to it,” commented Brooks. “I would suggest that the projectors be set to render unconscious for a number of hours rather than to kill. It seems to me that the psychological effect would be heightened if they simply awoke and found their big man gone. One has no recollection of what has happened under such circumstances, as Wilkie and Mitsui can testify.”
“Why stop at the prince royal?” Wilkie wanted to know. “We could set up four raiding parties, two to a car, and make maybe twelve raids in a single night. That way we could knock over enough of their number-one men to really cause some disorganization.”
“That seems like a good idea,” Ardmore agreed. “We may not be able to pull off these raids more than once. If we could do enough damage right at the top in one blow, we might both demoralize them and set off a general uprising. What’s the matter, Mitsui?”
He had noticed the Oriental looking unhappy as the plan was developed.
Mitsui spoke reluctantly, “It will not work, I am afraid.”
“You mean we can’t kidnap them that way? Do you know something we don’t about their guard methods?”
“No, no. With a force that reaches through walls and knocks a man down before he knows you are there I believe you can capture them, all right:
But the results will not be as you foresee them.”
“Why not?”
“Because you will gain no advantage. They will not assume that you are holding their chief men as prisoners; they will assume that each one has committed suicide. The results will be horrible.”
It was purely a psychological point, with room for difference of opinion. But the white men could not believe that the PanAsians would dare to retaliate if it were made unmistakably plain to them that their sacred leaders were not dead, but at the mercy of captors. Besides, it was a plan that offered immediate action, which they were spoiling for.
Ardmore finally agreed to its adoption for want of something better, although he had a feeling of misgiving which he suppressed.
For the next few days all effort was bent toward preparing the scout cars for the projected task. Scheer performed Herculean mechanical jobs, working eighteen and twenty hours a day, with the others working joyfully under his supervision. Calhoun even came off his high horse and agreed to take part in the raid, although he did not help with the “menial” work. Thomas went out on a quick scouting trip and made certain of the location of twelve well-scattered PanAsian seats of government.