Words on a card. That was all they were. But they spelled an end to
hope.
Numbly, Dane looked at Nelva.
White to the lips, she dodged his gaze.
But beyond her, over by the door through which they'd entered, a man
who wore a guard's uniform had suddenly appeared and now stood to one
side, scanning the index-chamber.
While Dane watched, two more guards joined the first.
Dane crowded close to Nelva. His words came out a raw whisper: "Those
guards--are they after me?"
She didn't answer.
Dane's belly knotted. His hands shook.
But he couldn't afford the luxury of cracking. Not now, of all times.
No. The only course open now was to follow desperation's dictates.
Psychopath? Criminal? Kalquoi agent?
If those were his labels, he might as well live up to them!
Grimly, he let his hand brush the heavy yat-stick still concealed
beneath his tunic; forced his face into the caricature of a grin as he
gazed at Nelva.
The girl seemed scarcely to be breathing.
Dane said softly, "We're getting out of this place. You and me,
together. We're going to walk through the entry door at the far end of
this room. Understand?"
Nelva's eyes distended, wide with sudden panic. Her mouth started to
open.
Dane caught her wrist in a savage grip; twisted so sharply she came
forward on tiptoe, face drawn with pain. "Scream and I'll break your
arm!"
Only the faintest flicker of Nelva's lids indicated that she'd heard
him. But she turned as he did under the pressure on her wrist and moved
with him in the direction of the doorway.
Behind them, a loud voice cried, "Hey, there!"
Dane flung a quick glance back; glimpsed the guards starting towards
him.
With a curse, he shoved Nelva forward, ahead of him, in a frantic dash
for the door.
They made it in a rush. Heeling the panel shut in the faces of his
pursuers, Dane wheeled right down the corridor.
But even as he turned, he came face to face with yet another guard,
charging up the hall straight at him.
Savagely, Dane flung Nelva aside. Clawing out the yat-stick, he smashed
its heavy head to the pit of the man's stomach.
The guard bent double. Bowling him out of the way, Dane pivoted, braced
for attack or flight alike.
Yet to what end? In his heart, he knew it would be the same here as on
the spaceship. Sooner or later, his adversaries would hunt him down;
trap him....
Then, off to his left, a voice cried, "Clark! This way--!"
Nelva's voice.
Dane whirled; glimpsed the girl beckoning frantically from an alcove.
Sprinting to her, he crowded past a door that she held open, and into a
cramped, shadowy chamber beyond.
"Now, here...." Nelva's hand caught his, leading him onward.
Another door. Another. A room piled high with stored furniture and
equipment.
Nelva said, "You can hide here for a little while. After that...." Her
voice trailed off. She was breathing hard.
Dane said, "I'm tired of hiding. It gets me nowhere."
The girl's grey eyes widened. "But--what--?"
"Which way to your analytical computer?"
"Analytical computer--?" Nelva looked bewildered. "What computer? What
are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean!" Dane bared his teeth. "Every planetary record
center's built around one. It's the gadget that organizes your
information, sorts out your data, makes your decisions when you've got
too many complicating factors for a human mind to handle." He laughed
harshly. "That's me, right now. I'm up against too many complicating
factors. So I'm going to ask your computer for some answers."
* * * * *
Nelva stared at him incredulously. "Are you mad, Clark? At best, we've
a few minutes' freedom for you. No more. Any moment, Security may send
someone in here--"
"That's why I won't wait for them!" Dane came back fiercely. "Sure,
you saved my neck, dragging me in here. I'm grateful for it. But not
so grateful I'm willing to stand waiting till someone hunts me down."
He hammered a clenched fist into his palm. "No, damn it! I'll do some
of the hunting this time. And that starts with some questions for your
computer!"
"But what--?"
"What questions?" Dane laughed again. "Can't you guess? I want to
know that man who claimed I was his slave. About the silver needle.
The Kalquoi. Who I am; why I can't remember anything; how it is I've
no record in your files. Maybe even about you and what you're up to.
Things like that, a lot of them."
New lines etched Nelva's lovely face. "Clark, you can't!"
"Can't I?" Dane paced the floor. "Take me there and we'll see whether I
can or not!"
"No, no! You don't understand." Nelva's hands moved in a gesture of
frustration. "It's just not that easy to use an analytical computer."
Dane stopped his pacing. He frowned. "How's that?"
"For one thing, the machine's self-limiting. It covers only certain
areas of information, likely to be needed here on Mars. But your
questions aren't localized."
"Give me an example."
"The Kalquoi. They're a menace to all the inner planets, not just Mars.
So when you ask about them, the only answer our machine will give you
is a referral to the big System Computer on Luna."
"Go on."
"Even setting up a question properly can take weeks. You have to be
sure it's framed within the machine's limitations. Take this man you
talk about. I wouldn't begin to know how to key a query on him, with
nothing to start from but your verbal description of an emotionalized
visual image."
"I see."
"It's the same with the silver needle. How do you classify it--as art,
armament, or industrial equipment?"
Dane nodded slowly. "You make a good case, Nelva." And then: "But I'll
still have a try at it. Let's go!"
The girl stared at him, and before his eyes the shreds of her earlier
composure vanished. "Clark, I won't let you do it!"
Wordless, Dane reached for her arm.
She didn't even try to jerk back. Her words came in a rush: "Clark, you
don't understand! Security keeps guards on all computers--a special
unit of Thorburg Jessup's private zombies. They'd capture you or kill
you before you even got close to the question boards--"
"That would make a difference to you?"
"Can I say it any plainer?" The girl's lips trembled. She caught
Dane's hand between hers. "I won't let them get you, Clark! I won't!
That's why I'm telling you these things; why I've tried to help you.
We'll find some place to hide you, somehow, where even Security can't
find you--"
"Sorry, Nelva." Dane shook his head. "I'm not fool enough to think I
can hide from Security, even if I wanted to. And as for what you say
about the computer--well, this is my day to see things for myself."
Nelva drew back. Her nostrils were flaring, yet she seemed closer to
tears than anger. "You don't trust me!"
"That's right. I don't." Dane made it flat and brutal.
"But I--I've helped you...."
"Right again. But the way things stack up, I'm not sure why. So till
I know for sure, I'll play it my way." Dane bit down hard, fighting
down all impulses to warmth and tenderness. "We'll have a look at that
computer now."
"Clark, wait--!"
"Well?"
"You won't have to go to the computer. I--I'll tell you--"
Nelva broke off raggedly. She was breathing too fast, and her eyes held
a strange, wild look.
Dane stared. "You'll tell me what?"
"About the silver shaft, the needle. That's the only one of your
questions I know anything about." The girl came up against him;
clung to him, her face an anguished mask. "I wasn't lying about the
computer, either, Clark. It is guarded by those awful creatures
Jessup's biochemists have bred in the Mercury labs. You wouldn't stand
a chance against them. That's why I couldn't let you go there. They're
completely ruthless--all duty conditioning, not a trace of human
feeling in any of them--"
"Forget about that!" Dane gripped her arms. "Tell me about the shaft.
That's what I want to know!"
"It's--it's on Callisto...."
"Callisto--?" Dane stared. "That's Kalquoi territory, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course. They occupied it when they took over the outer planets
thirty years ago."
"Then the shaft--"
"--is a relic of the days just before the occupation," Nelva finished
for Dane. "It was a weapon, Clark--a weapon set up at Sandoz, the chief
human city on Callisto. The Sandoz Shaft, they called it. Only then it
didn't work, so people ended up saying it was the Sandoz Tombstone.
It's mentioned in all the Kalquoi Invasion knowledge tapes. That's how
I know about it."
* * * * *
Prickles of excitement ran up and down Dane's spine. For the first time
he began to feel as if he were making progress, coming to grips with
the mysteries which seemed ever to surround him.
"Do you know any more about the thing?" he demanded of Nelva. "How was
it supposed to work? What went wrong?"
The girl's smooth brow furrowed in concentration. "As I recall, the
shaft was nothing but a gigantic Udellian transmitter."
"A Udellian transmitter--?"
"Yes. Back when the Kalquoi first came to our system, someone
discovered that high-frequency Udellian waves kept them from changing
shape or swallowing up things. And if the amplification was strong
enough, the waves would even shatter the crystals, the Kalquoi bodies.
That was the whole idea behind the shaft: to destroy the Kalquoi if
they tried to attack Sandoz."
"And what happened?"
Nelva shrugged slim shoulders. "I'm not enough of a tech in that field
to tell you, really. But as I understand it, it turned out that the
shaft was one of those things that works fine when you hold the size
down to a laboratory model."
"But when they increased the size it wouldn't work?"
"That's right," Nelva nodded. "It seems that when the transmitter got
beyond a certain size, the amount of power it took climbed way out of
proportion--so much so the available broadcast relay equipment couldn't
even activate the shaft, let alone make it effective against the
Kalquoi."
"So?"
"So the Kalquoi came, and Sandoz--all Callisto--was abandoned." Nelva
lifted her hands in a small, sad gesture. "That's all I know, Clark.
Every bit."
Dane nodded slowly.
Nelva said, "I'm afraid that's the way it may turn out with all your
questions. There won't be any answers--not real answers; not the kind
that can help you. That's why I'm so anxious to see to it Security
doesn't find you."
Dane pondered her words for a long, dragging moment. Finally he asked,
"Where's that carrier you picked me up in?"
The girl shot him a quick glance. "The carrier--?" And then: "Why, on
the roof here, I guess. But of course it's just short-range--"
"Do you think we could get to it?"
"Perhaps." Nelva studied him thoughtfully. "Surely you're not really
thinking of trying to get away from Security in a carrier, are you?"
Dane grinned, a trifle thinly. "You never can quite tell about me, can
you?" He let the grin develop into a chuckle. "How do we get up there,
anyhow?"
"There's a pneumolift. Right through this door...." But though Nelva
led the way, a shadow lay across her face that might have been
irritation, or bafflement, or both.
It was strangely quiet in the building, it seemed to Dane. Especially
considering there was a full-scale Security search for him in progress.
He tried not to think about it. He was tense enough as it was, without
letting his imagination run riot.
Obliquely, he stole a glance at Nelva Guthrie, beside him in the lift.
The shadow across her face had vanished. Now the girl seemed almost
placid. It was as if, in her eyes, everything was going precisely
according to plan.
* * * * *
Dane smiled to himself a little at the thought ... wondered how long
she'd be able to hold to her complacency.
The pneumolift eased to a halt. Warily, Dane followed Nelva out ...
moved after her through the shadows to the carrier station.
Still no guards, no interruption.
A carrier, poised in its launching-rack, sleek-lined and graceful.
"There it is," Nelva whispered, gesturing. "Just be careful. It can't
carry you much beyond the gravitational pull. You may end up playing
tag with Phobos and Deimos!"
Dane noted that she stood well back, deep in the cover of the
platform-beams.
Brooding, again he studied the carrier, so notably unguarded.
The silence echoed so loud it was making the skin along the back of his
neck prickle.
Quite deliberately, then, he crossed to the cargo ramp, making it a
point to follow the shadows, close in to the platform-beams.
A stack of loading-cases stood beside the ramp. Pausing briefly, Dane
glanced back to where Nelva still stood craning to watch him.
Then, with no warning, he whirled and threw his whole weight against
the high-stacked cases.
For a moment they tottered on the ramp's edge. Then, with a crash like
cataclysm incarnate, they tumbled down in an avalanche of ringing metal.
But even as they fell, Dane leaped back into the shadows once again. In
a rush, he spanned the distance between him and Nelva.
She stared at him wide-eyed, mouth agape.
But only for a moment. For then, as water spews from a geyser, the
carrier erupted guards--three of them.
From the level below, too, came the sound of running feet, converging
on the cargo ramp.
Beside Dane, Nelva whispered, "What is it? What's happening?"
"A trap." Dane laughed harshly. "But of course you wouldn't know
anything about that."
The girl's nostrils flared. "Are you trying to say something?"
For a moment Dane leaned forward, not answering.
Then, as the last of the guards disappeared down the cargo ramp, he
spun about, swept the girl up bodily over his shoulder, and headed for
the carrier at a dead run.
He was already on the loading ladder before the first shout of
discovery arose behind him.
Inside, now. The hatch slammed shut. The launching lever pulled.
A sudden, swift sense of acceleration. Then the easing off as equalizer
pressure rose to match it. In the viewer, Mars fell away beneath them.
Dane glanced at Nelva Guthrie.
She stood beside him, the lovely oval of her face a study in pallor.
Her fingers trembled as she smoothed the ash-blonde hair, and fear
flickered in the grey eyes.
"Clark, where are we going?" Her voice came out a ragged whisper.
"Don't you realize they're sure to catch us?"
"Are they?" Dane chuckled grimly.
"Of course. They'll have every landing-platform covered."
Dane laughed again. It was incredible, how well he suddenly felt, all
things considered. "Not ours they won't cover!" And then: "Because damn
it, we're going straight to Callisto!"