(3/15) The Golden Age of Science Fiction Volume III: An Anthology of 50 Short Stories

by Various

  The girl turned a shocked face toward him as they walked up the steps to the front door of the house. Trent could see a panel in the center of the door that opened from the inside, and over it, the sign, Doctor is in, please ring.

  "But I think that's positively cruel!" Joan Drake said earnestly. "Subjecting an innocent animal to what may be certain death!"

  Fred laughed at her concern. "Hold on, now. You should be the last one to take such an attitude. Doesn't medical science experiment on animals to find out about human ailments?"

  "That's different," the girl insisted, opening the door and leading the way into a long hall. "Doctors know what they are doing--but this is a sheer waste of life ..."

  * * * * *

  Trent let the dog pull him down the hall toward a door at the end which he knew opened on the backyard where the Great Dane was kept.

  "Seems to me it's much the same thing," he answered her. "Scientists want to explore the mysteries of space, and the only way to do it is with an animal. Or would you like to make the trip--maybe I can arrange it? Would make a big story, just the one I've been waiting for."

  "I believe you would at that!" she mocked, opening the rear door. "Here, give me the leash."

  Trent handed over the leash to her and watched as she released the huge dog. Brutus flicked out a long tongue once again and caught the girl's cheek in a wet caress before she straightened.

  "Brutus! Now get along with you!"

  The dog took a leisurely bound through the door and into the backyard. Trent glanced through the door at the tall fenced-in yard with the large kennel that might well have served as a small garage. He stood beside the girl watching the big animal romp for a few moments, then she shut the door and they turned back down the hall.

  "I'll have to go inside now, Fred," she said. "If you want to wait for Gaddon, have a seat. It shouldn't be long."

  She started to turn in at a door marked private, when Fred pulled her gently around and before she could stop him, had kissed her.

  "I was getting mighty jealous of Brutus. Now I feel better."

  "I don't know which of you I prefer," she shot back, then smiled and pulled away from him.

  He watched her open the office door and close it after her.

  * * * * *

  He had lit his second cigarette and gotten halfway through his third magazine on the rack beside the chair when the office door opened again. He heard the pleasant voice of Dr. Stanley Fenwick.

  "If every man had a heart as strong as yours, Blair, we wouldn't need half the doctors we have."

  Then he heard the deep, gruff voice of Dr. Blair Gaddon half laugh.

  "Thanks a lot, Fenwick. You've taken a load off my mind. Goodbye, Miss Drake."

  He heard Joan reply and then saw Dr. Fenwick usher the physicist out into the hall.

  Trent rose as the two men approached.

  "Why, hello, Trent," Dr. Fenwick said.

  Trent nodded at the tall, white-coated figure of the famous gland specialist.

  "Afternoon, doctor."

  Fenwick smiled at him. "Don't tell me you're waiting to see me?"

  Fred shook his head. "Not exactly. I was waiting to see Dr. Gaddon though. I was on my way out to the Proving Grounds and I happened to stop by and talk to Miss Drake." He turned to the physicist, a bulky man with firm, hard features, who moved his large body with an almost cat-like grace.

  "I hope you don't mind, Dr. Gaddon. Possibly I can give you a lift back out to the Base. I'm covering the launching for my paper."

  Gaddon smiled at him. "But of course I don't mind. And I'll take you up on that offer. It'll save me a trip back to town to take one of the staff cars."

  * * * * *

  The words had a friendly note to them, as did the smile on Gaddon's face. And yet, somehow, Fred Trent found that he did not like this man. It was nothing he could put his finger on, nothing he could rationalize, unless it was the coldly calculating look in the scientist's eyes.

  "That's fine, doctor," Trent replied. "Shall we go?"

  He turned and said good-bye to Fenwick and passed a smiling glance at the girl. He could see her blush slightly as Fenwick caught the glance and laughed. Then they were out of the house and Trent led the way to his car.

  Inside, he started the motor and drove away. Beside him, Gaddon lit a cigar and blew a long plume of smoke through the open window.

  "You said you wanted to talk to me, Trent?"

  Fred nodded. "That's right, doctor. I'm writing up the rocket experiment for my paper, and I thought maybe you could give me a few details of interest." He paused for a moment, then asked: "Would it be too personal to ask if your visit to Dr. Fenwick had anything to do with the coming experiment?"

  Gaddon shot a quick glance at him.

  "Why do you ask that?"

  Fred Trent shrugged. "It was just a thought. I heard Dr. Fenwick talking about your heart, but you look pretty healthy to me, so I thought maybe it was because Fenwick is a gland specialist and you might be talking to him about examining the cat after the rocket returns ..."

  Gaddon laughed roughly. "A mighty clever reasoning, Trent, but not quite correct. The fact is, I was seeing the doctor for personal reasons. Just a physical checkup. It had nothing to do with the rocket experiment or the effect of the cosmic rays on the animal we're including in the experiment."

  "It was just a thought, doctor," Trent replied, as he moved the coupe out on the open highway away from Tucson and toward the Rocket Proving Grounds on the desert flats in the distance.

  "So now that we've disposed of that, what else would you like to know?" Gaddon asked him, a peculiar edge to his voice that Trent did not miss.

  "Well, I would like to get a first hand bit of information on just exactly what you plan to prove with this experiment. If I'm correct, Dr. Mathieson, the head of the project, contends that cosmic rays may be lethal, and this experiment is to prove his point."

  The physicist snorted. "It is no secret that Mathieson and myself disagree violently on that subject."

  Trent's eyebrows raised. "Is that so? I wasn't aware of it?"

  Gaddon paused, seeing that his words had slipped out too freely. Finally he said, "What I meant to say, Trent, is that up until now it has not been a public issue of disagreement. And I would prefer to have it remain a private matter until after the experiment."

  "I see," Trent mused. "You have my word that I won't print anything you say without your permission. But just what is the difference of opinion between you and Mathieson?"

  Gaddon took a long pull at his cigar and waited a few moments before replying. It was apparent to Trent that he was debating continuing the subject with a newspaperman. But Trent had gauged the man correctly. There was a flair of vanity in Gaddon that dated back to his English ancestry. Trent remembered that Gaddon, quite a figure in English scientific circles, had created a stir when he had come over to the United States to assist in rocket research at the Arizona proving grounds. It seemed that Gaddon had not wanted to take a back seat to the famed American scientist, Mathieson. It had made a few gossip columns in the newspapers before Washington put an official clamp on the matter.

  * * * * *

  Now, as Trent waited for the Englishman to reply, he could almost sense the thoughts that were going through Gaddon's mind. The Englishman was debating whether to take an open stand against the viewpoints of his American colleague. But Trent felt that the British stubbornness in the man would make him reveal his own theories. Especially since Trent had already promised not to print anything without Gaddon's permission. That would give him an opportunity to gloat safely, should his own ideas be proven correct.

  "Very well, Trent, I'll take you at your professional word to keep this matter confidential. But if what I contend is correct, you'll have a big story to tell."

  Trent waited expectantly, not wanting to break the Englishman's train of thought.

  "The fact is, Trent, that Mathieson is all wrong. To go even further, most
of your American scientists don't have the haziest idea of exactly what the cosmic rays are. We in Britain have made quite exhaustive studies of the phenomena."

  Trent didn't bother to argue with him. He only nodded his head. It would have been silly, he knew, to contradict Gaddon, to tell him that the English didn't know a thing more about the cosmic rays than the American scientists, that American science had made, and was continually making, exhaustive research into that scientific field of study on as great if not more so a scale than Britain could possibly achieve. It was only Gaddon's vanity talking, Trent knew, so he let him put in the barb of ridicule, waiting.

  "I was sent over here, as you may know, to aid in the current experiment. To formulate it as a matter of fact. This test is being conducted to determine just what effect cosmic rays will have on a living organism. As I said, Mathieson, and your other scientists are of the opinion that the rays are lethal. That they will destroy life. In effect, that they are death rays.

  "But I contend that they are wrong. What would you say if I told you that cosmic rays are the very source of life and energy in the universe?"

  Trent whistled judiciously, and noted that Gaddon's face smiled at the apparent surprise Trent evinced.

  "You find that a startling statement?"

  Trent nodded. "I'd say that it sounded like the beginning of a very interesting theory."

  "And you would be right," Gaddon replied, warming to his subject. "It is my contention that the cosmic rays will prove to be the fountain of youth that men have sought through the ages. That they will react on the glands of a living creature and produce immortality.

  "Now take your choice. Whose theory would you rather believe? Mathieson's idiotic claims of a death ray, or mine as a source of the utmost benefit to science?"

  Trent took a moment before replying. When he did so, he spoke with tact, and also with the feeling that his trip to Fenwick's office had proven very valuable. For there was a story here. A big story.

  "I'd say, doctor, that I'd like to believe your theory was correct. But isn't it a little premature to be so definite about it?"

  Gaddon snorted. "No more premature than Mathieson's. And I'll tell you something else, Trent. You may not realize it, but you're about to take part in what may be the biggest story of the century. And when it breaks, you'll remember our conversation here. I intend to prove that your American scientists are wrong."

  Trent noticed the personal emphasis that Gaddon put in his last statement, but he was drawn away from the conversation as he turned the coupe into the guarded entrance to the proving grounds.

  There was a moment of credential flashing to the guards, and a respectful salute to the scientist in the car beside Trent. Then Trent moved his coupe through the entrance and up the cement roadway to the Administration building.

  As Gaddon got out of the car he turned to Trent.

  "I'll leave you here. The members of the Press will be conducted to the launching site at dusk. I'll see you then. In the meantime, don't forget that you've given your word not to release any of the information I've given you."

  Trent nodded and watched him walk away. He followed the Englishman with his eyes, a frown crossing his face. There was something too cocksure about the man. His ridicule of American scientists could be ignored, but the way he spoke about his theory, as if it had already been a proven fact against the ideas of Mathieson....

  A faint chill ran up Fred Trent's back. He couldn't explain it. But it was there. An ominous note of foreboding.

  He shrugged it off and left his car to walk toward the Administration building.

  * * * * *

  The remaining hours of the afternoon dragged by in a monotony of idle speculation. Trent listened to the gathered newspapermen discussing the coming experiment at dusk, accompanied them as Dr. Mathieson, the head of the project, conducted them on a tour of the project, to the launching site, and then back to the central building.

  The launching site itself had been an impressive sight. The huge rockets, much in appearance like the famed V2 of World War II, but on a much larger scale, were cradled in their launching platforms like some huge monsters about to be unleashed into the unsuspecting heavens.

  They had listened as Mathieson explained the various number of instruments that were being included in the first rocket, to record its hurtling trip through the atmosphere to the outermost layers of the Earth's surface.

  And they had been told of the other, and to the gathered newspapermen, the most interesting part, the inclusion of a cat in the rocket, in a large oxygen-fed chamber, to study the effects of the cosmic rays on a living creature.

  Then back to the central building. Back to wait. And the tension began to mount. For the shadows were lengthening, the sun sinking behind the horizon to the west. The moment was now close at hand.

  * * * * *

  A stocky figure detached itself from the shadows beside the huge bulk of the laboratory building and slowly edged out into the dusk.

  It paused momentarily, to survey the scene. Sharp eyes scanned the looming rockets and their launching platforms, watchful, alert. They finally settled upon the armed guard who walked a measured distance back and forth in front of the rockets. Then the figure moved forward again, cautiously, purposefully.

  The distance from the giant rockets shortened gradually, and then the guard, turning to retrace his steps, saw the approaching figure.

  There was a snapping sound as a rifle was brought into position, and a rapping command barked out.

  "Halt! Who goes there?"

  The shadowy figure halted abruptly a short distance away from the guard. And a voice answered.

  "Dr. Blair Gaddon."

  The guard's rifle snapped into present arms and then back to the soldier's right shoulder.

  "Oh, it's you, sir. Is there anything wrong? The launching is set for fifteen minutes from now, isn't it?"

  Gaddon walked slowly up to the soldier and the guard could then see his face in the thickening shadows.

  "That's right," Gaddon replied. "I'm making a last minute inspection."

  The guard nodded. "Dr. Mathieson and the newspapermen will be along any minute, sir?"

  Gaddon moved closer to the soldier, and then suddenly his hand came out of his coat pocket and there was a gun in it.

  "Drop your rifle, soldier. Quick!"

  The guard stared at the scientist in shocked astonishment.

  "What is this, sir? A gag?"

  Gaddon motioned with his gun.

  "It is no gag! Do as I say--or must I shoot?"

  * * * * *

  There was an ominous note in Gaddon's voice. And a strained quality to it that told the guard the man meant what he said. Very slowly the soldier removed the rifle from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground.

  Gaddon motioned with his gun.

  "Now step back! Move!"

  The guard moved slowly back a pace, and then the Englishman stepped forward and kicked the rifle away from the man. Then he motioned around the rocket.

  "Now move over around the side of the number one rocket to the far side of number two."

  He watched as the guard turned and began to walk slowly around the huge base of the waiting rocket. He followed the soldier.

  "I don't know what this is all about, Dr. Gaddon," the guard protested. "But I can tell you one thing, you're playing with the United States Government right now. When Dr. Mathieson hears about this--"

  "When Dr. Mathieson hears about this, soldier, I'll be a long way from here--out at the edge of space itself!"

  Gaddon could hear the guard draw in his breath sharply, but the man kept walking around to the far side of the second rocket cradle.

  "You can't mean that you're going to go up--"

  The soldier's voice broke off uncertainly and Gaddon laughed shortly.

  "You are a discerning man, soldier. That is exactly what I intend to do. And I warn you, don't make a false move or I'll shoot. My plans are made and I intend t
o carry them out!"

  They had reached the far side of the second rocket now, away from view of the rest of the buildings, out of sight. Away in the distance the faint outlines of the great wire fence circling the testing grounds could be seen, and beyond that, the twinkling lights of Tucson, already visible in the dusk.

  "This is far enough," Gaddon said suddenly.

  He watched as the soldier halted. Then Gaddon moved up quickly behind the man. Before the soldier sensed what was about to occur, Gaddon's hand raised over his head and the butt of the weapon in his hand crashed against the back of the man's head.

  There was a soft groan in the shadows as the soldier crumpled limply to the ground. In the silence that followed, Gaddon's tense breathing was the only sound. He looked down at the still body of the unconscious man, then he quickly turned and retraced his footsteps back the way he had come.

  When he had reached the far side of the first rocket, he stopped before the metal steps of the cradle leading up to the closed door of the rocket. He looked quickly about him, making sure that nobody was in close proximity, then he threw his gun under the rocket beside the rifle of the soldier, and ran up the steps.

  A cool breeze sprang up in the western night and whispered softly around Gaddon as he fumbled for a moment with a switch set in the smooth side of the rocket beside the sealed door.

  There was a click, finally, and the door slid open.

  Gaddon took a last look about him and then quietly slipped through the opening. A moment later there was the sound of the door sliding shut.

  Inside the rocket, Gaddon lit a small pocket flash and looked around him. A soft sound struck his ears. The mewing sound of a cat. He turned the flash on the startled animal and a low laughter crept from his throat.

  He moved through the large instrument chamber then and sat on the floor beside the cat.

  Then the flash went out and his laughter came again ...

  * * * * *

  "All right, gentlemen, the time has come. In a few minutes an automatic control, synchronized with controls in the rocket will be set off in the main laboratory building. If we want to watch the launching we'll have to hurry."