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Sun Spots, v. 4, issue 3, whole no. 15, February 1941
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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 6 He turned a little pale, but his bright eyes didn't waver. "Well" and he was almost nonchalant, "I was--uncomfortable in the fog. It looked nice in here. You see?" "I see," was my reply. "The fact that the plans of the secret Brashem war-rocket were on board didn't have anything to do with it, eh?" I sneered above my gun. "You didn't figure on grabbing them up, --no?" "I feel that's rather a personal question,"he said rrinning. His teeth were small an uneven. The front ones false. Stepping forward, I slapped his body in search of weapons. He had none. "You can drop your hands," I granted. "Get over there to the co-pilot's seat. He obeyed, and I walked to the port he'd come in at, slamming and locking it. No more fog drifted in. "No getting away for you," I admonished him. "You didn't know who you were fooling with when you came in." "Why, as to that," said the little fellow scratching his nose, I supose your---Captain Haggerty, the skipper of this old hulk, and custodian of those plans you mentioned?" "You know that do you? Well, what are you, housebreaker, lock-picker, space-pirate, or even a safe blower? For instance,"I continued, "If I told you those plans were in a safe in the next room, what would you do about it?" I indicated a massive iron door which obstensibly seperated the front compartment from the freight-holds. "Somehow, I feel it might be possible for you to escape, say while I wasn't looking---if you do what I tell you first." His long nose twitched slightly, and, for the first time, his sunken eyes lifted, and a ray of interest entered his shifty optics. "Such as?" "Well, what do you know about safes?" I retorted. "IF it's a neurotic impulse type, I can crack it easy," he boasted back, "but--". "Come on," I ordered, beconing him toward the large iron hatch that led to the next room, and nudging him in front of me, I gave him a slight shove, sending him stumbling across the protruding threshold. I groped along the wall for the light switch, and a second later the whole hold was lit up. I looked around for a moment, then, espying on the wall, behind the quartermasters desk, a large blueprint of the "Luna", I pointed to it and addressed my dwarfish companion: "There is a neurotic-impulse safe behind that diagram. Do you think you can break it?" "Sure" he smirked back, with a boastful shrug of his mean little
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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 6 He turned a little pale, but his bright eyes didn't waver. "Well" and he was almost nonchalant, "I was--uncomfortable in the fog. It looked nice in here. You see?" "I see," was my reply. "The fact that the plans of the secret Brashem war-rocket were on board didn't have anything to do with it, eh?" I sneered above my gun. "You didn't figure on grabbing them up, --no?" "I feel that's rather a personal question,"he said rrinning. His teeth were small an uneven. The front ones false. Stepping forward, I slapped his body in search of weapons. He had none. "You can drop your hands," I granted. "Get over there to the co-pilot's seat. He obeyed, and I walked to the port he'd come in at, slamming and locking it. No more fog drifted in. "No getting away for you," I admonished him. "You didn't know who you were fooling with when you came in." "Why, as to that," said the little fellow scratching his nose, I supose your---Captain Haggerty, the skipper of this old hulk, and custodian of those plans you mentioned?" "You know that do you? Well, what are you, housebreaker, lock-picker, space-pirate, or even a safe blower? For instance,"I continued, "If I told you those plans were in a safe in the next room, what would you do about it?" I indicated a massive iron door which obstensibly seperated the front compartment from the freight-holds. "Somehow, I feel it might be possible for you to escape, say while I wasn't looking---if you do what I tell you first." His long nose twitched slightly, and, for the first time, his sunken eyes lifted, and a ray of interest entered his shifty optics. "Such as?" "Well, what do you know about safes?" I retorted. "IF it's a neurotic impulse type, I can crack it easy," he boasted back, "but--". "Come on," I ordered, beconing him toward the large iron hatch that led to the next room, and nudging him in front of me, I gave him a slight shove, sending him stumbling across the protruding threshold. I groped along the wall for the light switch, and a second later the whole hold was lit up. I looked around for a moment, then, espying on the wall, behind the quartermasters desk, a large blueprint of the "Luna", I pointed to it and addressed my dwarfish companion: "There is a neurotic-impulse safe behind that diagram. Do you think you can break it?" "Sure" he smirked back, with a boastful shrug of his mean little
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