Quorne Returns. John Russell Fearn

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      “Presumably,” Abna retorted, “you have transferred us from Earth to here—Neptune—by the process of atomic dissembly, our bodies being broken down into atomic aggregates and then reassembled here?”

      “Exactly,” Quorne agreed. “But there is another ramification. At the moment of departure from Earth you were re­placed by exact counterparts, in identi­cal clothing. Observe.”

      He gave an imperious signal and in response two of the men at the switch-panel became active. The laboratory lights dimmed somewhat and upon a screen there appeared another laboratory, the one which the Amazon, Abna, and Viona had formerly been occupying. Now they intently watched what ap­peared to be themselves looking about them in wonder.

      “Your counterparts,” Quorne explain­ed dryly, as the lights came up again. “But only in appearance. Their minds, as you have good reason to know, are of a very low order, as is their physical strength.”

      “I suppose,” the Amazon said, “that those are the three whom we used as decoys when we escaped captivity here?”

      “Exactly. I leave it to you to imagine the effect when those three duplicates of yourselves are ranged on my side on Earth. The people will have nobody to turn to. They will be at the mercy of what they think are four of the greatest scientists ever known—the truth being, of course, one scientist and three dum­mies who will do exactly as I tell them.”

      “Would it be asking too much to inquire how you come to be alive after Kron of Zanji killed you?” the Ama­zon asked.

      “You are acquainted with the boundless abilities of mind, Miss Brant, so the solution should have occurred to that able brain of yours. If you found your body destroyed and your mind free—and then discovered an identical body—what would you do?”

      “Take possession, granting the other mind was weaker than mine.”

      “In my case it was,” Quorne said. Then his eyes went to Viona. “My wife does not seem to have much to say,” he commented.

      Viona looked at him. “Are you referring to me?” she demanded. “I’m not your wife, and never will be.”

      “Not very convincing,” Quorne replied acidly. “What became of Sefian, our son, who was going to do so much?”

      “I can only assume,” Viona replied, “that you are completely insane.”

      It was Quorne’s turn to look puzzled. He concentrated for a moment and then frowned. “Very strange. In her mind I read no recollection of me at all, and even less of Sefian.”

      “Sefian died destroying the Dark which threatened to overwhelm the Universe,” Abna replied. “Viona does not remember that happening, any more than she remembers Sefian. You, too, are obliterated in her thoughts.”

      The purple eyes sharpened. “In other words, Abna, you used that mind of yours to blot out her memory of me?”

      “I did. And her mind must be the sweeter for it.”

      Quorne tightened his thin mouth for a moment and then he relaxed. “Oh, very well. Since the original Quorne’s body died, I suppose the claim is no longer valid. Not that it signifies now in any case. I have far more things to do than concern myself over Viona.”

      Viona gave a bewildered look but did not say anything. The conversa­tion had sailed far above her head.

      “With your arrival here,” Quorne said, “my plans are ready for action. You will have gathered that these people of Neptune, intelligent though they are, are entirely under my dictates? Including Dral, the leader of the state. I intend to return to Earth and there, with your duplicates, seize the power I’ve so long striven for. After that will come Mars—again by counterfeit work, our agents being mixed unidentifiably with the originals so that they cannot be detected. You three will stay here—and unlike the last time there will be no escape. I would kill you, but I may have need of your scientific knowledge someday.”

      “And you think we’d give it?” Abna asked in contempt.

      “That would depend upon the process used to extract it.… For the moment, I have explained all that is necessary.”

      “Except the blundering mistake you made in sending the living counterfeit of a dead man among your latest batch of transferences,” the Amazon comment­ed, watching the slowly advancing guards narrowly.

      “Yes.” Quorne looked bitter for a moment. “That was the fault of these idiots with whom I’m working. We have telescopic and radio powers sufficient to identify and study every living soul on earth, but on that particular oc­casion no second check-up was made of the person concerned, with the in­evitable result that we received a corpse and sent a live man. I guessed you might look into the matter and, when I came to study you across space, I saw that was just what you were doing. Before you could act I brought you here, and here you will stay. Take them away,” he added, turning to the guards.

      Though she knew escape was impossible, the Amazon’s fury spilled over. As the two nearest guards came to seize her, she lashed out with her fists. They howled in anguish as her knuckles smashed their jaws and sent them spin­ning backwards.

      The other guards hesitated, but before they could drag out their guns Abna and Viona were upon them, each using their superhuman strength to wipe out a little score they owed. Quorne turned to the switch panel and moved a button. A slide shot up in the wall, and as the Amazon finished overpowering the last guard, she swung to look at six massive metal robots advancing with pincer-hands extended.

      She waited until they were almost upon her and then slammed her bunched fist into the grille that formed the ‘stomach’ of the nearest creature. But her fingers were trapped in steel claws and all her frantic efforts failed to budge them. By the time Abna and Viona had hurried to her aid, it was too late.

      Quorne moved over to the robot that was imprisoning the Amazon’s hand and made adjustments on its switch controls. Wincing, she pulled out her torn fingers as the steel grip relaxed.

      “My apologies,” Quorne murmured cynically. “You have only yourself to thank for your condition, Amazon.”

      The Amazon did not answer. She watched her hand swiftly restore itself to normal under the influence of Abna’s mental powers. Quorne studied the phenomenon with interest and then shrugged.

      “A pity you do not turn such mental power to better uses, Abna,” he remarked. “You could master the universe if you wished.”

      “I don’t wish,” Abna snapped. “I leave grandiose dreams like that to misguided intellectuals like yourself.”

      Quorne turned away, and his mental orders reacted on the sensitive receiving apparatus of the robots to the extent of getting them on the move with the hapless trio in their midst. Unable to help themselves, they were taken from the laboratory and down the corridor outside, then in an elevator to the lowest depths of the building. Here in this subterranean space there was dim light­ing and rows of barred metal doors, obviously dungeons.

      But no ordinary cell had been prepared for the three. It was apart from the others, in the opposite wall, its door composed of solid metal except for ventilation holes at the top. In front of it, only waiting to be slid into position on a special wheeled platform, was a СКАЧАТЬ