use could be detected. And what could be more innocent than the regulation personal equipment of every officer of
space? The heavy goggles, the wrist-watch and its supplementary pocket chronometer, the flash-lamp, the
automatic lighter, the sender, the money-belt?
All these items of equipment were examined with due care; but the cleverest minds of the Triplanetary Service had
designed those communicators to pass any ordinary search, however careful” and when Costigan and Bradley were
finally locked into the designated cells they still possessed their ultra-instruments.
In Roger’s Planetoid
In the hall Clio glanced around her wildly, seeking even the narrowest avenue of escape. Before she could act,
however, her body was clamped as though in a vise, and she struggled, motionless.
“It is useless to attempt to escape, or to do anything except what Roger wishes,” the guide informed her somberly,
snapping off the instrument in her hand and thus restoring to the thoroughly cowed girl her freedom of motion.
“His lightest wish is law,” she continued as they walked down a long corridor. “The sooner you realize that you must
do exactly as he pleases, in all things, the easier your life will be.”
“But I wouldn’t want to keep on living!” Clio declared” with a flash of spirit. “And I can always die, you know.” “You
will find that you cannot,” the passionless creature returned, monotonously. “If you do not yield, you will long and
pray for death, but you will not die unless Roger wills it. Look at me: I cannot die. Here is your apartment. You will
stay here until Roger gives further orders concerning you.”
The living automaton opened a door and stood silent and impassive while Clio, staring at her in horror” shrank past
her and into the sumptuously furnished suite. The door closed soundlessly and utter silence descended as a pall.
Not an ordinary silence, but the indescribable perfection of the absolute silence, complete absence of all sound. In
that silence Clio stood motionless. Tense and rigid, hopeless, despairing, she stood there in that magnificent room,
fighting an almost overwhelming impulse to scream. Suddenly she heard the cold voice of Roger” speaking from
the empty air.
“You are over-wrought, Miss Marsden. You can be of no use to yourself or to me in that condition. I command you
to rest; and, to insure that rest, you may pull that cord” which will establish about this room an ether wall: a wall to
cut off even this my voice . . .”
The voice ceased as she pulled the cord savagely and threw herself upon a divan in a torrent of gasping” strangling,
but rebellious sobs. Then again came a voice, but not to her ears. Deep within her, pervading every bone and
muscle, it made itself felt rather than heard.
“Clio?” it asked. “Don’t talk yet . . .”
“Conway!” she gasped in relief, every fiber of her being thrilled into new hope at the deep” well-remembered voice
of Conway Costigan.
“Keep still!” he snapped. “Don’t act so happy! He may have a spy-ray on you. He can’t hear me, but he may be able to
hear you. When he was talking to you you must have noticed a sort of rough, sandpapery feeling under that
necklace I gave you? Since he’s got an ether-wall around you the beads are dead now. If you feel anything like that
under the wrist-watch, breathe deeply, twice. If you don’t feel anything there, it’s safe for you to talk” as loud as you
please.”
“I don’t feel anything, Conway!” she rejoiced. Tears forgotten, she was her old, buoyant self again. “So that wall is
real, after all? I only about half believed it.”
“Don’t trust it too much, because he can cut it off from the outside any time he wants to. Remember what I told
you: that necklace will warn you of any spy-ray in the ether, and the watch will detect anything below the level of
the ether. It’s dead now, of course, since our three phones are direct-connected; I’m in touch with Bradley, too.
Don’t be too scared; we’ve got a lot better chance than I thought we had.”
“What? You don’t mean it!”
“Absolutely. I’m beginning to think that maybe we’ve got something he doesn’t know exists-our ultra-wave. Of
course I wasn’t surprised when his searchers failed to find our instruments, but it never occurred to me that I might
have a clear field to use them in! I can’t quite believe it yet, but I haven’t been able to find any indication that he can
even detect the bands we are using. I’m going to look around over there with my spy-ray . . . I’m looking at you
now-feel it?”
“Yes, the watch feels that way, now.”
“Fine! Not a sign of interference over here, either. I can’t find a trace of ultra-wave-anything below ether level, you
know-anywhere in the whole place. He’s got so much stuff that we’ve never heard of that I supposed of course he’d
have ultra-wave, too; but if he hasn’t, that gives us the edge. Well, Bradley and I’ve got a lot of work to do . . . Wait a
minute, I just had a thought. I’ll be back in about a second.”
There was a brief pause, then the soundless” but clear voice went on:
“Good bunting! That woman that gave you the blue willies isn’t alive-she’s full of the prettiest machinery and
circuits you ever saw!”
“Oh, Conway!” and the girl’s voice broke in an engulfing wave of thanksgiving and relief. “It was so unutterably
horrible, thinking of what must have happened to her and to others like her!”
“He’s running a colossal bluff, I think. He’s good, all right, but he lacks quite a lot of being omnipotent. But don’t
get too cocky, either. Plenty has happened to women here, and men too-and plenty may happen to us unless we put
out a few jets. Keep a stiff upper lip, and if you want us, yell. ‘Bye!”
The silent voice ceased, the watch upon Clio’s wrist again became an unobtrusive timepiece, and Costigan, in his
solitary cell far below her tower room, turned his peculiarly goggled eyes towards other scenes. His hands,
apparently idle in his pockets, manipulated tiny controls; his keen, highly-trained eyes studied every concealed
detail of mechanism of the great globe. Finally, he took off the goggles and spoke in a low voice to Bradley,
confined in another windowless room across the hall.
“I think I’ve got enough dope, Captain. I’ve found out where he put our armor and guns, and I’ve located all the main
leads, controls, and generators. There are no ether-walls around us here, but every door is shielded, and there are
guards outside our doors-one to each of us. They’re robots, not men. That makes it harder, since they’re
undoubtedly connected direct to Roger’s desk and will give an alarm at the first hint of abnormal performance. We
can’t do a thing until he leaves his desk. See that black panel, a little below the cord-switch to the right of your
door? That’s the conduit cover. When I give you the word” tear that off and you’ll see one red wire in the cable. It
feeds the shield-generator of your door. Break that wire and join me out in the hall. Sorry I had only one of these
ultra-wave spies, but once we’re together it won’t be so bad. Here’s what I thought we could do,” and he went over in
detail the only course of action which his survey had shown to be possible.
“There, he’s left his desk!” Costigan exclaimed after the conversation had continued for almost an hour. “Now as
soon as we find out where he’s going, we’ll start something . . . he’s going to see Clio, the swine! This changes
things, Bradley!” His hard voice was a curse.
“Somewhat!” blazed the captain. “I know how you two have been getting on all during the cruise. I’m with you, but
what can we do?”
“We’ll do something,” Costigan declared grimly. “If he makes a pass at her I’ll get him if I have to blow this whole
sphere out of space, with us in it!”
“Don’t do that, Conway,” Clio’s low voice, trembling but determined, was felt by both men. “If there’s a chance for
you to get away and do anything about fighting him, don’t mind me. Maybe he only wants to talk about the ransom,
anyway.”
“He wouldn’t talk ransom to you-he’s going to talk something else entirely,” Costigan gritted, then his voice
changed suddenly. “But say, maybe it’s just as well this way. They didn’t find our specials when they searched us,
you know, and we’re going to do plenty of damage right soon now. Roger probably isn’t a fast worker-more the
cat-and-mouse type” I’d say-and after we get started he’ll have something on his mind besides you. Think you can
stall him off and keep him interested for about fifteen minutes?”