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They met our suggestion with a law excluding Venus immigrants entirely. It was this, I think, that precipitated tonight's events though of course they must have been brewing for a long time." "This Tarrano " I began. "I heard of him when I was in Venus," said Dr. Brende. "He was at that time a lower official in the Cold Country. Evidently he has risen in his world.
Brende had placed his Arctic laboratory as far from the haunts of man as he could find a hundred miles from the nearest person, so he told me. And as I gazed about me I realized how isolated we were. Not a car in the whole circular panorama of sky; no sign of vessel on the water; no towns on the land.
Our Division Manager scanned the message curiously and told me I could go. I got off my answer. I did not dare call Dr. Brende openly, since he had used the code, but sent it the same way. I would be up at once. With a word of good-bye to Greys, I shoved aside my work, caught up a heavy jacket and cap and left the office. The levels outside our building were still jammed with an excited throng.
Elza and Georg gazed that way involuntarily; but they said nothing. The greatest grief is that which is hidden, and never once afterward did either of them show it by more than an affectionate word for that father whom they had loved so dearly. Soon we were back in the Brende car in which we had landed no more than an hour before.
That is true enough, and no use putting into the air that Dr. Brende is flying north." Royal Mountain let us through. We passed well to the east of it about 12:45 too far away to sight its lights. The cross-traffic was somewhat heavier here. Beneath it, at 5,000 and 6,000 feet, a steady stream of cars was passing east and west.
But I heard Wolfgar say swiftly: "We're trapped! You, of all of us you Georg Brende, must escape." The rest of his words to Georg I did not catch. He was thrusting a weapon into Georg's hands; and giving hurried advice and explanations.
Brende's affair, not mine; and I wanted to hide my perturbation from Elza. The viaduct reached the ground; a path led on to the houses. Suddenly Dr. Brende called out: "Robins! Robins! Grantley! Where are you!" The words seemed to echo back faintly to us; but the buildings remained silent. "You'd better wait here with Elza," Georg said. "I'll go on see what "
And then Elza put her cool little hand in mine. "We're glad to see you, Jac. Very glad." They took me to the house. Dr. Brende was a small, dark man of sixty-odd, smooth-shaven, a thin face, with a mop of iron-grey hair above it, and keen dark eyes beneath bushy white brows.
We rose to the 10,000-foot level, then headed directly North. It carried us inland; soon the sea was out of sight behind. Lights dotted the landscape a town or city here and there, and occasionally a tower. Dr. Brende was poring over charts, illumined by a dim glow-light beside him. "Can we get power all the way, Georg?... Elza child, hadn't you better lie down? A long trip you'll be tired out."
"That is between her and me.... You have been following the general news, I assume? I provided you with it." He rolled a little cylinder of the arrant-leaf, and lighted it. "Yes," said Georg. Georg was waiting for our captor to lay his cards before us. Tarrano knew it; his smile broadened. "I shall not mince words, Georg Brende. Between men, that is not necessary.
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