_The Locked Door_
Amazing voyage into smallness! I find an adequate picture of it
difficult to paint. It was, as Drake had said, a voyage shorter in time
than I had been led to expect. Fifteen or twenty hours of elapsed time,
perhaps. We tried to preserve a normality of routine. We ate several
meals, and I tried to sleep. For the remainder of the time we sat in
that small room, by the window; and I gazed at a panorama so singularly
awe-inspiring that I am at a loss now to describe it.
For some time the ship did not seem to move. We sat talking. There
was obviously no movement. The room was steady, save for a humming
vibration. But outside the window things were changing. The forest
trees were sliding upward. Expanding, and drawing away. We were
dwindling faster than an intensity of the drug. Then I felt the ship
lift slightly. We hung poised in a rocky void.
I conjured all manner of wild, gruesome thoughts. Nor were they
all picturing danger to myself or to Dianne's world. Nor even the
threatened conquest of earth. There was a danger that seemed to me now
greater than any of these. Togaro desired Dianne!
I sat close by Dianne. I tried to tell myself that there was nothing to
fear. Togaro would not dare get large, here on our ship. For if he did,
at once we would seize him.
We discussed it. The thing seemed incredible, that he was here so close
to us and we could not find him. Incredible, but true.
We stood at the window, Dianne, Drake, and I. But Alt and Ahlma would
not relax their watching of the room. The ship had been dwindling now
for more than an hour. The forest was gone.
I saw a dark void, in which seemingly we were hanging in mid-air. At
first I thought it was wholly dark. But as I stared, with my eyes--or
perhaps merely my mind--becoming accustomed to this pregnant darkness,
I found that there were things to see.
We hung motionless in the void. But presently rock walls were visible;
how far away I could not guess. Great mountains of rock, expanding,
sliding upward, and drawing away, though they did not vanish. It seemed
that my vision must be sharpening, or that the light was increasing. It
was a queer sort of light--an iridescence, vaguely diffused throughout
everything.
For a long while this went on. The visual sensation was that we were
falling like a swiftly dropping elevator car. But it was not so. The
rock walls were sliding upward, but it was largely an optical illusion.
A meal was served us. The ship was reaching a greater intensity of its
shrinking size, dwindling more rapidly.
I could hear the current rising to a higher, sharper and louder whine.
Drake said, "That's a hundred times faster for us now."
Another few hours. The scene outside was undergoing a progressive
change. The distant rocks constantly had a different aspect. I could
not fathom it--could not define it. A suggestion of roundness. I stared
at the far-away wall. It seemed as though great round things were piled
in loose masses. A wall of bowlders loosely piled.
Once, I fancied that they were in movement--creeping, crawling, one
upon the other. And that all the wall was unsolid. A thing of slow,
ponderous movement.
I became suddenly aware that once more my viewpoint had abruptly
changed. I had envisaged us as a tiny ship, hanging in a great dark
void, with dark round things at some inconceivable distance. And then I
saw it was not so. We were a tremendous ship! These round objects were
tiny particles. Close at hand. Dark, yet glowing. Moving, sliding one
upon the other with a suggestion of fluidity. Nor were they just here
in this one direction. With my face against the window I could see them
overhead. And below. And across the near-by corridor of the ship, a
window there showed them the same on that side.
From everywhere they crowded us. Abruptly it seemed that we were not
in a void, but in a narrow, confined area with these particles jostling
us. They were all of a size--all of a similar aspect. Tiny things, with
space between them. Flowing like a fluid as we pushed our way among
them.
Drake said, "They are molecules, Frank. The molecules of the rock
fragment. We'll soon enter one--and then enter our atom."
I did not answer him. My thoughts went winging off. Millions of
molecules here. Millions? Countless myriads. They shifted and crawled;
jostled; swept past, and away. Then there seemed a darkness as of an
empty void. But always I saw them again.
The scene was always changing. Open space now, with banks like clouds
of the clustering molecules in the distance. I fixed my attention
upon one such cloud. It was coming rapidly nearer--or perhaps we were
speeding toward it. A luminous cloud. It came up and went past. The
molecules were huge and few. I thought perhaps in that group there were
not more than thirty.
Clouds speeding, with dark voids between. Why, this was space! Gigantic
space here.
Then I saw just two of the round things jostle past. And then some
which went by all alone. Giant things now, glowing, unsolid! I began
to think I could see that still other, smaller particles were clinging
together to form each of these unsolid molecules.
I saw one go past, and caught a glimpse of what seemed empty space
within its luminous outline--and then I could almost fancy I saw the
atoms, a whirling swarm of them clustering to make this unsolid outline.
Drake's words rang in my thoughts. Enter one of these molecules? Find
our atom?
I said, "Drake, how can this ship be guided? How in Heaven's name can
we--"
He told me--or tried to tell me. I am no scientist, to put down here
abstruse explanations of a subject so vastly unknown. Nor would I
obtrude them into this narrative. I recall that Drake explained how
by a shifting of gravitational force this vehicle could be guided
for space-flight. That I understood. The bow of the ship made
attractive--to receive the gravitational attraction of whatever masses
of matter lay in that direction. And the stern made repellent, or
neutral, at will. All that I could understand. An interplanetary
flyer, of the sort which often on earth had been contemplated.
The size-change principle was also comprehensible in fundamental
generalities. But how, upon this inward trip, could we search these
myriad molecules for one particular molecule? And then find one atom?
And within that atom find one electron--or a proton, whichever it might
be--within which was a vast reach of astronomical space?
Drake called our guiding instrument a spectrometer--an instrument tuned
to the vibrations of Dianne's world. He spoke of being able to search
out the characteristic spectrum; he spoke of electronic resistance
factors; of the aura of this designated world we sought, its atomic
force which, as we approached it--or receding, went astray--was shown
upon our instrument, thus to guide us.
Let the textbooks explain it. There are many such now being published.
I can record only those things I saw and did. And they, in truth, are
strange enough so that I can only affirm my veracity and let it pass at
that.
Beyond our windows came a void of emptiness, with only occasional
single molecules drifting past. They were always larger. Then I saw
them as objects enormous. Great dark worlds of that unsolid stuff we
call solidity!
Drake insisted that I try and get some sleep. The ship was being
patrolled end to end for any sign of Togaro; but there was none.
Dianne urged, "You must sleep, Frank. We must all keep normal. There
will be so much to do when we arrive."
"Tomorrow," said Drake.
Tomorrow! So incongruous a term! All normality of time or space seemed
gone. But I did try to sleep, and for a while must have done so, for I
dreamed a phantasmagoria of shifting things in a void of blackness.
I wakened to find Drake alone at the window.
"The girls are sleeping, Frank. No sign of Togaro. Sit here by me."
He had an automatic in his hand. We both wore belts of the drugs--and a
belt with holsters for the other weapons.
"Look, Frank."
We had been in the vehicle now some twelve or fifteen hours. I was
astonished when Drake told me I had slept four hours at least. I saw
outside the window now a scene wholly different from before. We had
reached, and been maintaining now for a considerable time, our fastest
rate of diminishing size-change. Much faster than near the beginning
of the voyage, and conceivably faster than the most rapid rate that the
drugs could give.
I gazed in awe from the window. This was astronomical space indeed!
I saw a vast reach of blackness, with blazing stars. Great suns,
resplendent with a corona of flame. White, dull red--some of them
yellow. They lay strewn like gems on a black velvet cloth. Some were in
clusters, faint as luminous dust in the distance. Above us there was a
great band of glittering star-mist, like the Milky Way.
The whole brilliant scene was swift with electronic movement as of
stars. But I realized that our vehicle was not only dwindling, but
sweeping forward in a flight of tremendous speed. The stars went by in
a steady drift. The heavens in advance of us seemed opening up; the
points of light sped past our window and drew together behind us.
Tremendous celestial panorama! I was lost in awe watching it. There
were spaces of blackness devoid of stars. Sometimes, far off to the
side, a lens-shaped cluster would drift past, to be lost in the
distance behind us. A universe of itself. Or a great spiral nebula--I
saw one which with a visible movement seemed rotating.
Then ahead of us another universe would come. A faintly luminous patch.
Spreading wide as we sped toward it--until all in a moment, it seemed,
after crossing an empty void we were again among stars. Great suns
blazing alone. Or binaries, rotating with slow dignity about a common
center of gravity. Or suns, with smaller, dark worlds swinging in
orbits around them. Planets! We could see some of them, shining like
moons in every phase; and some held satellites of their own.
We had for hours been within the atom. And one of these planets,
somewhere here ahead of us, was Dianne's world!
I gazed, and there grew upon me presently the realization of a very
strange aspect to this glittering scene. These blazing worlds were not
large! It caught at my breath, this realization. I regarded a flaming
point off to the side. It was drifting backward. A monstrous world of
incandescent gas, millions of miles off there? I suddenly realized that
was not so. Why, it was a mere pin-point! An enduring spark! It was not
far away, but close outside our window. A monstrous, giant sun--yes.
But our vehicle was still so infinitely larger! Why, this was no vast
reach of space--not compared to us!
I saw us plunge into a myriad points of light. A universe of stars.
But they were still so small in comparison with us, that we crowded
our huge bulk in among them. I saw some of them strike against our
hull--pin-points of fire harmlessly tiny.
We went through an incandescent cloud of them; they bombarded us like
a rain of sparks. We plunged through and came again to a cavern of
emptiness, and then another universe, appearing ahead of us.
I could see now the effect of our dwindling. These sparks were growing,
expanding steadily.
Drake had several times left me to consult the men in the control room.
He said once, as he returned: "You see, Frank, what I mean by haste. We
are chancing it." His tone carried an apprehension. "There are millions
of light-years of distance to be covered in here. That is, they would
be light-years when we were small. While we are large they can be
crossed in a brief time. If we were to wait until we were smaller,
and then make the voyage, this space-flight would take weeks, months
perhaps. Yet we dare not cause too much astronomical disturbance.
We must be normally small before we approach Dianne's world--not to
disturb it in its orbit."
I said, "Are we near there, Drake?"
"Yes, near in time. They've just told me our forward flight must stop.
From here, a size-change only. And then, when we are safely small, a
short voyage--and then we'll land."
"How long, Drake?"
"They said a few hours."
He sat down beside me. The scene outside the window had another, more
familiar aspect now. The side-drift of the stars was stopped. They
were widening out. Shifting both upward and downward, and receding
from us as we grew small among them. I fixed my gaze on one which was
level with our window. It seemed moving away. Drawing away to a great
distance, yet it always remained visually as bright as before. A tiny
spark, growing to a great blazing world.
How long a time passed as I sat there, absorbed, I do not know. Two
hours or more, undoubtedly. Drake occasionally talked, and I answered
him vaguely. They were still diligently searching for Togaro, but it
was a fruitless quest.
I recall that I suggested we might use care in disembarking, so that
Togaro would be kept a prisoner in smallness here on board.
But that was impractical, as Drake at once pointed out. Togaro could
easily make himself an inch high and still be reasonably safe from
our observation. No use for us to guard the vehicle doorway. When our
size-changing current was cut off, the wire hull of the ship was not
solid. A figure an inch high could squeeze out through the side of the
hull very easily. Of what use to guard the door!
"We can't get him, Frank. If he's cautious, handles his size right,
he's safe from us."
Safe from us! But the thought, like an omen, swept me: were we safe
from him?
I said, "Shouldn't the girls wake up by now?"
It seemed that they had been sleeping a very long time; Drake and I had
had another meal served us.
"They went in just before you woke up, Frank. Only three hours--the
rest will do them good--they were worn out."
He had already told me that they were being carefully guarded. But now,
as though it were a premonition, a fear grew upon me.
"Can't we go see them, Drake? Make sure they are all right?"
He gave me a startled glance. "Come on."
I was steady enough on my feet now. We went into the small, dim
passageway. It was whining and throbbing with the electrical sounds of
our size-change. An uproar of rhythmical throbs--one could shout along
here and scarce be heard above it.
As I got to the door, my heart pounded. Their guard was in his place,
fifteen feet down the shadowed passage. But there was something
unnatural in his hunched position as he sat with his back against the
wall. His head seemed to have sunk forward upon his chest. Asleep?
His hand on the floor held the automatic. His head was slumped. I shook
him. His inert body twisted, and fell sidewise. And we saw, sticking in
his chest, a tiny sword like a bodkin plunged skillfully between his
ribs to reach his heart.
Murdered!
The door to the girls' staterooms was closed! We jerked at it. Locked
on the inside. We pounded, shouted, kicked at it frantically.
There was only silence from within.