Astounding Stories of Super-Science September 1930

by Various

  CHAPTER VII

  _Behind the Sealed Door_

  There was a moment when I think I might have escaped unseen from thatarchway. But I was too amazed at Spawn's appearance to think of my ownsituation. I had believed that Perona was plotting against Spawn,meeting these bandits in this secret place; I had just heard themplanning to attack Spawn's mine--to rob it of the treasure doubtless,which I knew was stored there.

  But I realized now it was not a plot against Spawn. He had come hereswiftly to join Perona and tell him that I, their intended victim, wasmissing. He had greeted the bandit guard by name. He seemed, indeed, aswell known to these bandits as Perona himself.

  They stood now in a group some thirty feet away from me. I could heartheir excited voices perfectly clearly. My instruments were off; but Irecall that as I listened to Spawn I was also aware of the tingle of theelectrode-band on my chest--Hanley, vigorously calling me back to findout why I had so summarily disconnected.

  "I took him to his room," Spawn was explaining excitedly. "De duvel, whyshould I have sealed him in? How could I? He is no child!"

  De Boer laughed caustically. "And so he has walked away from you? Ithink I am a fool to mix myself with you two."

  Perona retorted, "I have made you rich, De Boer. Think what you like;to-night is the end of our partnership. Only, you do what I have toldyou to-night."

  "Hah! How can I? Your American has flown his trap."

  This guard--this Gutierrez, as Spawn had called him--was listening withinterest. De Boer's several other men were gathered there. I feltmyself safe where I was, for the moment at least.

  * * * * *

  I cut Hanley in. "Chief, they're closer! Spawn has come! They've missedme! I'll relay what they're saying, but you step it down; there's toomuch volume."

  "You're all right, Phil? Thank Heaven for that! Something blew myvacuums."

  "Chief, listen--here they are--"

  Perona: "But he will be back. In the garden now, no doubt, with Jetta."

  De Boer: "Ah--the little Jetta! So she is there, Spawn? Not in yearshave you spoken of your daughter. A young lady now, I suppose. Is itso?"

  Spawn cursed. "We leave her out of this. You follow the Senor's plan."

  "Come to your house? You think the bird will be there for me to seize?"

  "Yes," Perona put in. "You go there; in an hour. Then to the mine."

  Spawn undoubtedly was in this plot to attack his mine! He said, "At themine we have arranged everything. Damn this American! But for Perona Iwould not bother with him."

  "But you will bother," Perona interjected.

  De Boer laughed again. "I would be witless could I not figure this! Heis a young man, and so handsome he has frightened you with the littleJetta! Is that it, Perona? Jealous, eh?"

  I had been holding the image finder so that Hanley might see them.Hanley's voice rattled my ear-grid. "Phil! Get away from there! Look! DeBoer is searching!"

  * * * * *

  De Boer had, a moment before, spoken quietly aside to Gutierrez. And nowthree or four of the men were spreading out, poking about with smallhand-flashes. Searching for me! The possibility that I might be here,eavesdropping!

  Hanley repeated vehemently, "Phil, they'll find you! Get out of there:the way is still open!"

  Gutierrez was approaching the archway. But I lingered a moment longer.

  "Chief, you heard about that girl, Jetta, Spawn's daughter--"

  I stopped. Perona was saying, "Spawn, was Jetta still in her room? Youdid not untie her?"

  "No."

  "And gagged? Suppose the Americano was back there now? She might call tohim, and he would release her--"

  De Boer: "How do you know he is not around here? Listening?"

  With the assumption that I might be within hearing, De Boer tried totrap me. Gutierrez, at a signal now, suddenly dashed through the archwayand planted himself on the path outside. The other searchers spreadtheir rays; the rocks all about me were lighted. But my niche was stilluntouched.

  De Boer: "If he is around here--"

  Perona: "He could not have followed me; I was too careful."

  I was murmuring: "Chief, they've got that girl."

  "Phil, you get away! Go to Markes. Stay with him."

  "But Chief, that Jetta, I--"

  "Keep out of this! You're only one; you can't help any! I've sent forthe Porto Rican patrol ship to handle this."

  "Chief, I'm going back to Spawn's."

  "No--"

  I cut off abruptly. In another moment I would have been discovered. Thesearchers were headed directly for me.

  * * * * *

  I moved, crouching, back along the inner wall of the archway. The moonwas momentarily behind a cloud. It was black under the arch; and outfront it was so dim I could only see the faint blob of Gutierrez'sstanding figure, and the spot of his flashlight.

  Perona: "He is not around here, De Boer. That is foolish."

  Spawn: "He could have gone anywhere. Maybe a walk around the village."

  Perona: "Go back home, Spawn. De Boer will come--"

  Their voices faded as I moved away. A searching bandit behind me pokedwith his light into the crevice where a moment before I had beencrouching. I moved faster. Only Gutierrez now was in front of me. He wasat the far end of the arch. I could slip past, and still be fifty feetfrom him--if I could avoid his swinging little light-beam.

  I was running now, chancing that he would hear me. I was on the path; Icould see it vaguely.

  From behind me came a sizzling flash, and the ting of the flying needleas it missed me by a foot.

  "The Americano! He goes there!"

  Another shot. The shouts of the bandits in the archway. A turmoil backthere.

  But it was all behind me. I leaped sidewise off the path as Gutierrezsmall light-beam swept it. I ran stumbling through a stubble ofboulders, around an upstanding rock spire, back to the path again.

  There were other shots. Then De Boer's voice, faint by distance: "Stop!Fools! We will alarm the village! The landing field can see our shotsfrom here! Take it easy! You can't get him!"

  The turmoil quieted. I went around a bend in the path, running swiftly.

  Pursuit was behind me. I could hear them coming.

  * * * * *

  It was a run of no more than ten minutes to the junction where, down theslope, I could see the lights of the landing field.

  The glow of the village was ahead of me. Then I was in its outskirts.Occasional dark houses. Deserted streets.

  I slowed to a fast walk. I was breathless, panting in the heat.

  I heard no pursuit now. But Spawn and the rest of them doubtless wereafter me. Would they head back for Spawn's inn? I thought they would.But I could beat them back there; I was sure there was no shorter routethan this I was taking.

  Would they use their flyer? That would not gain them any time, whatwith launching it and landing, for so short a flight. And a bandit flyercould not very well land unseen or unnoticed, even in somnolent Nareda.

  I reached the main section of the village. There were occasional lightsand pedestrians. My haste was noticeable, but I was not accosted. Thereseemed no police about. I recalled Perona's remark that he had attendedto that.

  My electrode was tingling. I had been running again. I slowed down.

  "Chief?"

  "Phil." His voice carried relief. "You got away?"

  "Yes. I'm in the village."

  "Go to President Markes."

  "No, I'm headed for Spawn's! They're all behind me; I can get there afew minutes ahead of them."

  * * * * *

  I panted an exclamation, incoherently, but frankly, about Jetta. "I'mgoing to get her out of there."

  "Phil, what in hell--"

  I told him.

  "So you've fallen in love with a girl? Entangled--"

  "Chief!"
/>   "Go after her, Phil! Got her bound and gagged, have they? Going to marryher to this Perona? Like the Middle Ages?"

  I had never seen this side of Hanley.

  "Get her if you want her. Get her out of there. Take her to Markes--No,I wouldn't trust anybody in Nareda! Take her into the uplands behind thevillage. But keep away from that mine! Have you got flash-fuses?"

  "Yes."

  I was within sight of Spawn's house. The street was dim and deserted. Iwas running again.

  I panted. "I'm--almost at Spawn's!"

  "Good! When it's over, whatever happens up there at the mine, thensignal the patrol."

  "Yes."

  I reached Spawn's front gate. The house and front garden were dark.

  "Use your fuses, Phil. What colors?"

  "I have red and blue."

  "I'll talk to the patrol ship again. Tell them to watch for you. Red andblue. Two short red flashes, a long blue."

  "Right, Chief. I'm here at Spawn's, cutting off."

  "Come back on when you can." His voice went anxious again. "I'll waithere."

  "All right."

  I cut silent. I ran through the front doorway of Spawn's inn. The livingroom was dim and empty. Which way was Jetta's room? I could only guess.

  I had a few minutes, perhaps, before my pursuers would arrive.

  * * * * *

  I reached the inner, patio garden. The moon was well out from under theclouds now. The patio shimmered, a silent, deserted fairyland.

  "Jetta!" I called it softly. Then louder. "Jetta!"

  Spawn's house was fairly large and rambling. There were so many rooms.Jetta was gagged; how could she answer me? But I had no time to searchfor her.

  "Jetta?"

  And then came her voice. "Philip?"

  "Jetta! Which way? Where are you?"

  "Here! This way: in my room."

  A window and a door near the pergola. "Jetta!"

  "Yes. I am in here. They tied me up. Not so loud, Phil: father will hearyou."

  "He's gone out."

  I reached her garden door. Turned its handle. Rattled the door. Shovedfrantically with my shoulder!

  The metal door was firmly sealed!

  _(To be continued)_