_Death in a Box_
New York. We did see it with our own eyes. The instrument through which
we gazed was like a metal box with a ground-glass top and a mesh of
slender wires leading away from the table on which the box rested.
Leider touched a button amidst a long row of buttons on the table. All
we had to do after that was to look at the ground-glass plate, and the
picture was there.
We, in Leider's private laboratory on Orcon, saw the crowds of a mass
meeting of some sort in Union Square, saw a boy and a girl kissing each
other in the shadow of bushes in Central Park, saw a little fox terrier
watching with only one eye open.
We could not speak, any of the four of us, as we stared at that very
simple box which wrought miracles. I stood still, thinking of the things
which had happened after our capture, when the cruiser had already
seemed to be in our grasp.
First of all, Leider had restored our energy to us by the simple process
of turning off the ray which emanated from the tube in his hands. Then a
veritable legion of Orconites had come to the cavern in which the
cruiser rested, and we had been marched through the very heart of the
power rooms, with their hum and clack and dazzle of mighty machinery,
to the laboratory. That was all.
The Orconites had left us outside the heavy doors of the private room,
but, just as there had been no opportunity to attack while they marched
with us, Leider gave us no opportunity to harm him while we were alone.
Though he had forgotten once the damage we could do in a fight, he was
not going to be fooled again. He kept the great table of the box between
ourselves and him, and his wary hands were always closer to a certain
row of control buttons than ours were to his.
* * * * *
It was he who broke at last the silence which had fallen as we watched
New York from Orcon, and his voice was loud in the hushed laboratory
from which the noises of his subterranean power houses were shut out.
"Sit down," he commanded, "and keep away from the table and the
reflector."
Then, when we had taken chairs beside the table, he began to speak to
us.
"That little dog you saw--I have it in my power to withdraw from him in
one second all the energy which makes him run, jump about, live. That I
can do by touching controls here at my table without even leaving this
marvelous, marvelous room." A frown crossed his forehead above his
pop-eyes, and he exclaimed with swift anger, in a croaking voice, "And
what I do to the little dog, I can do as easily to the whole population
of your loathsome Earth!"
I looked up at him where he stood with the table between us, and at
length found my tongue.
"And of course you will do it, you swine!" I burst out.
His momentary anger had passed as swiftly as it had come, and, ignoring
my epithet, he rocked smugly on the balls and heels of his feet and
smiled.
"Ah, Herr Doktor," he answered contentedly, "I will destroy Earth, of
course! For who has better cause than I, whom Earth would not accept as
her master? All of the people there will lose the power to move, and
they will die. I am ready now, in the uttermost degree. After you so
neatly but uselessly saved yourselves from drowning last night, I
finished. As easily can I de-energize the peoples of Earth as I can
you--the four of you--if you should make the move to harm me."
* * * * *
Captain Crane was staring first at Leider, then at me, and her cheeks
were gray and ghastly looking. Koto and LeConte were both sitting tight
in chairs beside our own, watching me rather than Leider. I looked over
the shelves, the whole complex apparatus of that incredible room, but
saw no weapon of any kind. And my hands were useless because _his_ were
so close to the damnable controls.
"But what becomes of Earth itself, after our peoples are gone?" I asked
presently.
Leider shrugged and his eyes twinkled behind the thick glasses.
"Herr Doktor, you are a brilliant man. Amongst the most brilliant, I
should say, of any who on the Earth have labored. Yet of science you
know less than a child. What should I do with Earth except to sit here
in my own room, and, with the anarcostic ray, reduce its solid structure
into stardust which will drift away into space like the smoke from one
tiny match? Pouf! like that."
I looked at the table, at Leider's wary hands. I knew that the man was
ready, even as he had said, to do away with Earth. I guessed that we
would die, too, when Earth was gone--probably here in this room. And it
seemed likely that the destruction would begin at a not distant moment,
for there was some quality of fanatical evil lurking even now in
Leider's face.
Then, however, I stiffened in my chair very suddenly indeed. If I could
find a way to get close to the box on the table without rousing Leider's
suspicion, the outlook might not be so black!
"Leider," I exclaimed all at once, and there was a vigor in my words,
"it's all very well for you to be saying these mighty things, but do you
know what? I don't believe you can draw the energy out of the human race
or disintegrate the Earth, either!"
* * * * *
I think if I had kicked him I could not have surprised him more. Which
was exactly what I had hoped to do.
"You--you do not _believe_?" he said, incredulously.
"No I don't!"
"Ach, Gott!" A black fury overcame him. Hideous fury. He was already
standing beside the table. Quaking from head to foot, he pointed
savagely at the box. "Get up and look into the reflector!" He choked and
his voice rose to a scream. "Get up! Stoop close to the reflector and
watch! Watch there, I say!"
The thing which had launched me on my course of action was the fact that
the picture-making box was not screwed to the table. The only thing
which held it there was the soft mesh of wires!
With a concealed gesture to the others to stay still, I rose, placed my
hands on the table close to the box, and leaned forward as though to
look at the glass.
"It shall come now!" Leider yelled, and at that moment took his eyes off
me, while he reached with a rage-palsied hand for the twinkling line of
buttons.
The instant he looked away from me, I gave a tug which jerked the heavy
box away from its wires as easily as a weed is plucked from soft earth.
As I made the move Leider looked up and screamed. His hand, already
reaching for the buttons, darted forward. But the instant had been all I
needed. Before the darting hand ever reached the table, I struck Leider
a sharp blow, and hurled the box to the floor.
In a moment more the others were around me. The box was shattered to
matchwood. Leider was lying on the floor behind his table with one arm
doubled limply under him and dark blood welling from a forehead gash
which I hoped went as deep as his brain.
Koto and LeConte kicked open the laboratory door and shot through.
Captain Crane and I jumped after them.