Astounding Stories of Super-Science, May, 1930. Various

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СКАЧАТЬ whole house, except the roof," she went on. "It is there now, and it is gazed at with much admiration by all the Rorn. All this our prisoner told us before we took him, with a rock made fast to him, out over the Place of Darkness. He, too, was very proud of their leader's house."

      "Treasure!" I commented to Mercer. "If we could find the city of the Rorn, we might make the trip pay for itself!"

      I could sense his wave of amusement.

      "I think," he replied, "I'd rather stand it myself. These Rorn don't appeal to me."

      It was over half an hour before we were at last free of our diving suits.

      The first thing Captain Bonnett said:

      "We've got to get to the surface, and that quickly. Our air supply is running damnably low. By the time we blow out the tanks we'll be just about out. And foul air will keep us here until we rot. I'm sorry, sir, but that's the way matters stand."

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      Mercer, white-faced and ill, stared at him dazedly.

      "Air?" he repeated groggily – I knew just how he felt – "We should have lots of air. The specifications – "

      "But we're dealing with facts, not specifications, sir," said Captain Bonnett. "Another two hours here and we won't leave ever."

      "Then it can't be helped, Captain," muttered Mercer. "We'll go up. And back. For more compressed air. We must remember to plot our course exactly. You kept the record on the way out as I instructed you?"

      "Yes, sir," said Captain Bonnett.

      "Just a minute, then," said Mercer.

      Weakly he made his way forward to the little cubbyhole in which was housed the central station of his thought-telegraph. I didn't even inspect the gleaming maze of apparatus. I merely watched him dully as he plugged in an antenna similar to the one we had left with Imee, and adjusted the things on his head.

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      His eyes brightened instantly. "She's still wearing her antenna," he said swiftly over his shoulder. "I'll tell her that something's happened; we must leave, but that we will return."

      He sat there, frowning intently for a moment, and then dragged the antenna wearily from his head. He touched a switch somewhere, and several softly glowing bulbs turned slowly red and then dark.

      "You and I," he groaned, "had better go to bed. We overdid it. She understands, I think. Terribly sorry, terribly disappointed. Some sort of celebration planned, I gather. Captain Bonnett!"

      "Yes, sir?"

      "You may proceed now as you think best," said Mercer. "We're retiring. Be sure and chart the course back, so we may locate this spot again."

      "Yes, sir!" said Captain Bonnett.

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      When I awoke we were at anchor, our deck barely awash, before the deserted beach of Mercer's estate. Still feeling none too well, Mercer and I made our way to the narrow deck.

      Captain Bonnett was waiting for us, spruce in his blue uniform, his shoulders bowed as always.

      "Good morning, gentlemen," he offered, smiling crisply. "The open air seems good, doesn't it?"

      It did. There was a fresh breeze blowing in from the Atlantic, and I filled my lungs gratefully. I had not realized until that instant just how foul the air below had been.

      "Very fine, Captain," said Mercer, nodding. "You have signaled the men on shore to send out a boat to take us off?"

      "Yes, sir; I believe they're launching her now."

      "And the chart of our course – did the return trip check with the other?"

      "Perfectly, sir." Captain Bonnett reached in an inner pocket of his double-breasted coat, extracted two folded pages, and extended them, with a little bow, to Mercer.

      Just as Mercer's eager fingers touched the precious papers, however, the wind whisked them from Bonnett's grasp and whirled them into the water.

      Bonnett gasped and gazed after them for a split second; then, barely pausing to tear off his coat, he plunged over the side.

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      He tried desperately, but before he could reach either one of the tossing white specks, they were washed beneath the surface and disappeared. Ten minutes later, his uniform bedraggled and shapeless, he pulled himself on deck.

      "I'm sorry, sir," he gasped, out of breath. "Sorrier than I can say. I tried – "

      Mercer, white-faced and struggling with his emotions, looked down and turned away.

      "You don't remember the bearings, I suppose?" he ventured tonelessly.

      "I'm sorry – no."

      "Thank you, Captain, for trying so hard to recover the papers," said Mercer. "You'd better change at once; the wind is sharp."

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      The captain bowed and disappeared down the conning tower. Then Mercer turned to me, and a smile struggled for life.

      "Well, Taylor, we helped her out, anyway," he said slowly. "I'm sorry that – that Imee will misunderstand when we don't come back."

      "But, Mercer," I said swiftly, "perhaps we'll be able to find our way back to her. You thought before, you know, that – "

      "But I can see now what an utterly wild-goose chase it would have been." Mercer shook his head slowly. "No, old friend, it would be impossible. And – Imee will not come again to guide us; she will think we have deserted her. And" – he smiled slowly up into my eyes – "perhaps it is as well. After all, the photographs and the data I wanted would do the world no practical good. We did Imee and her people a good turn; let's content ourselves with that. I, for one, am satisfied."

      "And I, old timer," I said, placing my hand affectionately upon his shoulder. "Here's the boat. Shall we go ashore?"

      We did go ashore, silently. And as we got out of the boat, and set foot again upon the sand, we both turned and looked out across the smiling Atlantic, dancing brightly in the sun.

      The mighty, mysterious Atlantic – home of Imee and her people!

      Murder Madness

      BEGINNING A FOUR-PART NOVEL

      By Murray Leinster

      CHAPTER I

      The engines of the Almirante Gomez were going dead slow. Away up beside her monster funnels her siren blew dismally, Whoo-oo-oo-oo! and was silent for the regulation period, and blew desolately again into the clinging gray mist that ringed her all about.

      Murder Madness! Seven Secret Service men had completely disappeared. Another had been found a screaming, homicidal maniac, whose fingers writhed like snakes. So Bell, of the secret "Trade," plunges into South America after The Master – the mighty, unknown octopus of power whose diabolical poison threatens a continent!

      Her decks were wet and glistening. Droplets of water stood upon the deck-stanchions, and dripped from the outer edge of the roof СКАЧАТЬ