Legacy from Sirius. John Russell Fearn

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      BORGO PRESS BOOKS BY JOHN RUSSELL FEARN

      1,000-Year Voyage: A Science Fiction Novel

      Anjani the Mighty: A Lost Race Novel (Anjani #2)

      Black Maria, M.A.: A Classic Crime Novel

      The Crimson Rambler: A Crime Novel

      Don’t Touch Me: A Crime Novel

      Dynasty of the Small: Classic Science Fiction Stories

      The Empty Coffins: A Mystery of Horror

      The Fourth Door: A Mystery Novel

      From Afar: A Science Fiction Mystery

      Fugitive of Time: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

      The G-Bomb: A Science Fiction Novel

      The Gold of Akada: A Lost Race Novel (Anjani #1)

      Here and Now: A Science Fiction Novel

      Into the Unknown: A Science Fiction Tale

      Last Conflict: Classic Science Fiction Stories

      Legacy from Sirius: A Classic Science Fiction Novel

      The Man from Hell: Classic Science Fiction Stories

      The Man Who Was Not: A Crime Novel

      One Way Out: A Crime Novel (with Philip Harbottle)

      Pattern of Murder: A Classic Crime Novel

      Reflected Glory: A Dr. Castle Classic Crime Novel

      Robbery Without Violence: Two Science Fiction Crime Stories

      Rule of the Brains: Classic Science Fiction Stories

      Shattering Glass: A Crime Novel

      The Silvered Cage: A Scientific Murder Mystery

      Slaves of Ijax: A Science Fiction Novel

      Something from Mercury: Classic Science Fiction Stories

      The Space Warp: A Science Fiction Novel

      The Time Trap: A Science Fiction Novel

      Vision Sinister: A Scientific Detective Thriller

      What Happened to Hammond? A Scientific Mystery

      Within That Room!: A Classic Crime Novel

      COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

      Copyright © 1949 by John Russell Fearn

      Copyright © 2012 by Philip Harbottle

      Previously published in different form as The Trembling World, under the house name (used only once by Fearn),

       Astron del Martia

      Published by Wildside Press LLC

      www.wildsidebooks.com

      DEDICATION

      To the Memory of Ron Turner

      CHAPTER ONE

      Robert Driscoll entered the sanctum of the President of the World Council with some nervousness. All the time he had been journeying by rocket-plane to this gigantic edifice, wherein was controlled the political and social destiny of the world, he had been wondering—wondering what on Earth could the President want with him? His position as Chief Observer for the New Mount Wilson Observatory gave him considerable standing, of course, but surely not enough to warrant a summons from the great man himself.

      Bob Driscoll’s speculations came to a stop when he finally arrived before President Alroyd’s big desk. He stood looking upon a grey-haired, kindly man, beloved indeed by all the peoples of the world. Alroyd possessed the rare gift of being able to rule and still remain a human being.

      “Have a seat, Mr. Driscoll,” he invited, motioning. “I’m sorry I had to call you all the way from California, but it’s most important. Indeed vitally important. I did not wish to entrust my information to television instructions for fear of something leaking out. That, you see, might have caused a panic.”

      Bob Driscoll did not see, even though he nodded profoundly. He took his seat and saw the President’s grey hair haloed by the glow through the gigantic window. Outside, the spring sun was westering. In the distance, over a formidable barrier of soaring roofs a rocket-liner went down to its base.

      “You will be aware,” the President said, “as indeed everybody in the world must be by now, that we are enduring the most violent earthquakes in history. They keep on recurring without warning, and no scientists seem able to account for them—except to extend the rather nebulous theory that the Earth is becoming unstable and showing the first signs of breaking up.”

      Bob Driscoll nodded. “I’ve heard the reports, sir, even though I haven’t experienced anything of that nature myself.”

      “The disasters are far-reaching.” Alroyd rose to his feet, a tall, kingly man in sober regalia. “And we have got to get at the reason for them to see if something cannot be done to stop them, or at least forecast where they will happen next. That would give us time to save much life and valuable property. As it is, New York, London, Paris, Rio, and several other big cities have been shaken to the depths. Every day I receive fresh news of mounting death rolls, loss of property and priceless works of art....”

      Bob Driscoll made no comment. Being still fairly young—thirty-four, to be exact—he would have preferred to come straight to the point. His good-looking face and keen blue eyes must have shown as much, for the President suddenly smiled and came round his big desk.

      “We believe, Mr. Driscoll, that you and your fellow astronomers can help us,” he explained. “Since an internal cause of the earthquakes cannot be detected, it seems logical to assume that the trouble might lie in the cosmos.”

      “In—what way, sir?” Bob asked, having the feeling that it was possible the President did not know what he was talking about.

      “I, personally, am not an astronomer,” Alroyd smiled. “But I have been informed by various scientific experts that the cause of our troubles might lie in something of the order of neutronium, densely heavy matter which in its passage through space is swinging all the planets in the solar system slightly out of balance by reason of its preponderant gravity.”

      “Yes, sir, I suppose that’s feasible,” Bob admitted. “It can be checked by the orbital movements of other planets.”

      “That is your sphere, Mr. Driscoll. What the Council wishes is for you to examine the problem with your fellow astronomers and then report your findings back to me. And remember!” The President raised a warning finger. “Not one word of this must go beyond the immediate scientific field it concerns. One hint that the world might be in danger would bring social and economic ruin down upon us.”

      “I understand perfectly, sir.” СКАЧАТЬ