there through the inspections, and nobody but Franklin can neutralize the shield of the air room-but I’m going to
look around, anyway. Then I’ll join you fellows up there.”
“What was it?” the shaken girl asked. “I think that I remember your saying “Vee-Two gas.” That’s forbidden! Anyway,
I owe you my life, Conway, and I’ll never forget it-never. Thanks-but the others-how about all the rest of us?”
“It was Vee-Two, and it is forbidden,” Costigan replied grimly, eyes fast upon the flashing plate, whose point of
projection was now deep in the bowels of the vessel. “The penalty for using it or having it is death on sight.
Gangsters and pirates use it, since they have nothing to lose, being on the death list already. As for your life, I
haven’t saved it yet-you may wish I’d let it ride before we get done. The others are too far gone for oxygen-couldn’t
have brought even you around in a few more seconds, quick as I got to you. But there’s a sure antidote-we all carry
it in a lock-box in our armor-and we all know how to use it, because crooks all use Vee-Two and so we’re always
expecting it. But since the air will be pure again in half an hour we’ll be able to revive the others easily enough if
we can get by with whatever is going to happen next. There’s the bird that did it, right in the air-room. It’s the Chief
Engineer’s suit, but that isn’t Franklin that’s in it. Some passenger-disguised-slugged the Chief-took his suit and
projectors-hole in duct-p-s-s-t! All washed out! Maybe that’s all he was scheduled to do to us in this performance,
but he’ll do something else in his life.”
“Don’t go down there!” protested the girl. “His armor is so much better than that emergency suit you are wearing,
and he’s got Mr. Franklin’s Lewiston, besides!”
“Don’t be an idiot!” he snapped. “We can’t have a live pirate aboard-we’re going to be altogether too busy with
outsiders directly. Don’t worry, I’m not going to give him a break. I’ll take a Standish-I’ll rub him out like a blot.
Stay right here until I come back after you,” he commanded, and the heavy door of the lifeboat clanged shut behind
him as he leaped out into the promenade. Straight across the saloon he made his way, paying no attention to the
inert forms scattered here and there. Going up to a blank wall, he manipulated an almost invisible dial set flush with
its surface, swung a heavy door aside, and lifted out the Standish-a fearsome weapon. Squat” huge, and heavy, it
resembled somewhat an overgrown machine rifle, but one possessing a thick, short telescope” with several opaque
condensing lenses and parabolic reflectors. Laboring under the weight of the thing, he strode along corridors and
clambered heavily down short stairways. Finally he came to the purifier room, and grinned savagely as he saw the
greenish haze of light obscuring the door and walls-the shield was still in place; the pirate was still inside, stilt
flooding with the terrible VeeTwo the Hyperion’s primary air.
He set his peculiar weapon down, unfolded its three massive legs, crouched down behind it, and threw in a switch.
Dull red beams of frightful intensity shot from the reflectors and sparks, almost of lightning proportions” leaped
snapping, the conflict went on for seconds, then, under the superior force of the Standish, the greenish radiance
gave way. Behind it the metal of the door ran the gamut of color-red, yellow, blinding white-then literally
exploded; molten, vaporized, burned away. Through the aperture thus made Costigan could plainly see the pirate in
the space-armor of the chief engineer-an armor which was proof against rifle fire and which could reflect and
neutralize for some little time even the terrific beam Costigan was employing. Nor was the pirate unarmed-a
vicious flare of incandescence leaped from his Lewiston, to spend its force in spitting, cracking pyrotechnics
against the ether-wall of the squat and monstrous Standish. But Costigan’s infernal engine did not rely only upon
vibratory destruction. At almost the first flash of the pirate’s weapon the officer touched a trigger, there was a
double report” ear-shattering in that narrowly confined space, and the pirate’s body literally flew into mist as a
half-kilogram shell tore through his armor and exploded. Costigan shut off his beam, and with not the slightest
softening of one hard lineament stared around the air-room; making sure that no serious damage had been done to
the vital machinery of the air-purifier-the very lungs of the great spaceship. Dismounting the Standish, he lugged it
back up to the main saloon, replaced it in its safe” and again set the combination lock. Thence to the lifeboat, where
Clio cried out in relief as she saw that he was unhurt.
“Oh, Conway, I’ve been so afraid something would happen to you!” she exclaimed, as be led her rapidly upward
towards the control room. “Of course you . . :’ she paused.
“Sure,” he replied, laconically. “Nothing to it. How do you feel-about back to normal?”
“All right, I think, except for being scared to death and just about out of control. I don’t suppose that I’ll be good for
anything, but whatever I can do, count me in on.”
“Fine-you may be needed, at that. Everybody’s out” apparently, except those like me, who had a warning and could
hold their breath until they got to their suits.”
“But how did you know what it was? You can’t see it” nor smell it, nor anything.”
“You inhaled a second before I did, and I saw your eyes. I’ve been in it before-and when you see a man get a jolt of
that stuff just once, you never forget it. The engineers down below got it first, of course-it must have wiped them
out. Then we got it in the saloon. Your passing out warned me, and luckily I had enough breath left to give the word.
Quite a few of the fellows up above should have had time to get away-we’ll see ’em all in the control room.”
“I suppose that was why you revived me-in payment for so kindly warning you of the gas attack?” The girl laughed;
shaky, but game.
“Something like that, probably,” he answered” lightly. “Here we are-now we’ll soon find out what’s going to happen
next.”
In the control room they saw at least a dozen armored figures; not now rushing about, but seated at their instru-
ments, tense and ready. Fortunate it was that Costigan veteran of space as he was, though young in years-had been
down in the saloon; fortunate that he had been familiar with that horrible outlawed gas; fortunate that he had had
presence of mind enough and sheer physical stamina enough to send his warning without allowing one paralyzing
trace to enter his own lungs. Captain Bradley, the men on watch, and several other officers in their quarters or in
the wardrooms-space-hardened veterans all -had obeyed instantly and without question the amplifiers’ gasped
command to “get tight.” Exhaling or inhaling, their air passages had snapped shut as that dread “Vee-Two” was heard,
and they had literally jumped into their armored suits of space-flushing them out with volume after volume of
unquestionable air, holding their breath to the last possible second, until their straining lungs could endure no
more.
Costigan waved the girl to a vacant bench, cautiously changing into his own armor from the emergency suit he had
been wearing, and approached the captain.
“Anything in sight, sir?” he asked, saluting. “They should have started something before this.”
“They’ve started, but we can’t locate them. We tried to send out a general sector alarm, but had hardly started when
they blanketed our wave. Look at that!”
Following the captain’s eyes, Costigan stared at the high powered set of the ship’s operator. Upon the plate” instead
of a moving, living, three-dimensional picture, there was a flashing glare of blinding white light; from the speaker,
instead of intelligible speech, was issuing a roaring” crackling stream of noise.
“It’s impossible!” Bradley burst out, violently. “There’s not a gram of metal inside the fourth zone-within a hundred
thousand kilometers-and yet they must be close to send such a wave as that. But the Second thinks not what do you
think, Costigan?” The bluff commander, reactionary and of the old school as was his breed, was furious-baffled,
raging inwardly to come to grips with the invisible and indetectable foe. Face to face with the inexplicable,
however, he listened to the younger men with unusual tolerance.
“It’s not only possible; it’s quite evident that they’ve got something we haven’t.” Costigan’s voice was bitter. “But
why shouldn’t they have? Service ships never get anything until it’s been experimented with for years, but pirates
and such always get the new stuff as soon as it’s discovered. The only good thing I can see is that we got part of a
message away, and the scouts can trace that interference out there. But the pirates know that” too-it won’t be long