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Sun Spots, v. 4, issue 3, whole no. 15, February 1941

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February, 1941.   SUN  SPOTS   Page 7.

shoulders.

"Okay," I retorted angrily,"Lets see you do it."

"Why", he questioned, tossing his hairless head. "Why don't you call the cops, and have done with it?"

"How about your freedom?" I returned, after giving thought to the question. "You see, the only men who know the combination of the thought wave safe are several of the high officials of the line. There's a couple of them here in Torrs, but I can't get hold of them right now, and the Venusian Secreat Service needs those plans urgently. I told them I'd try to reach the officials, but they aren't around. That's why your gonna crack that safe for me--or else!"

"Is my freedom all I get out of the deal?" he grinned back, with that maddening oiliness in his voice. I was fairly hopping. With a savage gesture I thrust my free hands in my pants pocket and drew forth my last remaining bill, a hundred dollar note.

"Here!" I snarled, thrusting it into his hands."Now get to work."

Seemingly this eradicated all the remaining doubt he might have had to my good intentions. Sauntering across the room, apparently oblivious of the gun I held at his back, he walked around the polished oak desk, and reaching up with his spindly arms he removed the blueprint from the wall. Laying it carefully on the desk top, he turned his attention to the large vanadium-steel door which lay exposed. He stared intently at the only visable openings--two small holes--his sloping brow puckered as if in the thores of some great mental agony. While he was so engrossed, I put my rado-gun in my picket, and walked to the nearest port, to see if anyone else was prowling around in the dark Venusian night. During this short space of time my back was turned to him, and wheeling to see how he was coming along, I found myself looking down the cold blue barrel of a rado-pistol, which he had extracted from the safe, which was now as open as it ever would be. I gulped hard and fell flat on the floor, just in time to see a sizzling blast crash full into the spot I'd just vacated. I lay still behind a barrier of packing cases, hardly daring to breathe. With out even looking to see if he'd hit me, my erstwhile captive rushed over to the desk televisor, and heatedly began dialing some number.

I cautiously raised my head, and seeing the safe-breaker with his back towards me, quietly sneaked into the front compartment. Here I lingered for a moment, watching with intrest the proceedings at the televisor.

He had contacted his party and was talking rapidly:

"Hallo, police?---yes---send a rocket to Torrs spaceport, at once. Quick, ---I've shot a man---probably killed him---no, don't know him, burglar I guess---Must have been in cahoots with one of my men--yes--we have very valuable plans on board. I came to get them, and then when I remembered I'd forgotten my key, I was forced to break in---that's right!
Captain Haggerty Speaking---"

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February, 1941. SUN SPOTS Page 7. shoulders. "Okay," I retorted angrily,"Lets see you do it." "Why", he questioned, tossing his hairless head. "Why don't you call the cops, and have done with it?" "How about your freedom?" I returned, after giving thought to the question. "You see, the only men who know the combination of the thought wave safe are several of the high officials of the line. There's a couple of them here in Torrs, but I can't get hold of them right now, and the Venusian Secreat Service needs those plans urgently. I told them I'd try to reach the officials, but they aren't around. That's why your gonna crack that safe for me--or else!" "Is my freedom all I get out of the deal?" he grinned back, with that maddening oiliness in his voice. I was fairly hopping. With a savage gesture I thrust my free hands in my pants pocket and drew forth my last remaining bill, a hundred dollar note. "Here!" I snarled, thrusting it into his hands."Now get to work." Seemingly this eradicated all the remaining doubt he might have had to my good intentions. Sauntering across the room, apparently oblivious of the gun I held at his back, he walked around the polished oak desk, and reaching up with his spindly arms he removed the blueprint from the wall. Laying it carefully on the desk top, he turned his attention to the large vanadium-steel door which lay exposed. He stared intently at the only visable openings--two small holes--his sloping brow puckered as if in the thores of some great mental agony. While he was so engrossed, I put my rado-gun in my picket, and walked to the nearest port, to see if anyone else was prowling around in the dark Venusian night. During this short space of time my back was turned to him, and wheeling to see how he was coming along, I found myself looking down the cold blue barrel of a rado-pistol, which he had extracted from the safe, which was now as open as it ever would be. I gulped hard and fell flat on the floor, just in time to see a sizzling blast crash full into the spot I'd just vacated. I lay still behind a barrier of packing cases, hardly daring to breathe. With out even looking to see if he'd hit me, my erstwhile captive rushed over to the desk televisor, and heatedly began dialing some number. I cautiously raised my head, and seeing the safe-breaker with his back towards me, quietly sneaked into the front compartment. Here I lingered for a moment, watching with intrest the proceedings at the televisor. He had contacted his party and was talking rapidly: "Hallo, police?---yes---send a rocket to Torrs spaceport, at once. Quick, ---I've shot a man---probably killed him---no, don't know him, burglar I guess---Must have been in cahoots with one of my men--yes--we have very valuable plans on board. I came to get them, and then when I remembered I'd forgotten my key, I was forced to break in---that's right! Captain Haggerty Speaking---"