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Updated: June 10, 2025
Ku Sui's purpose in bringing M. S. Leithgow to his laboratory, and was already goading his brain in search of a way out. Death was by all means preferable to what the Eurasian intended death self-inflicted, and death that mutilated the brain but there were no present chances that his searching mind could see. If Leithgow suspected what was in store, his face gave no sign of it. He only said: "Dr.
Not the bodies of normal men, of those with life ahead of them. No. That would be murder. Four bodies of condemned men men with no hope left, nothing left to live for. I can get them!" He brushed aside Ku Sui's and Leithgow's questions. He was all steel now, frigid, intent, hard. "Ban!" he called. "Ban Wilson!" "Yes, Carse?" Ban had been waiting outside the laboratory.
He peeped through, Friday doing so also over his head peeped right into the muzzles of four ray-guns, held by an equal number of coolie-guards waiting there. "So that's it," Friday said, dejectedly. "He saw me workin' on the lock an' sent those guards here at once. Or else had them there all the time." The Hawk closed the door and considered what to do. Ku Sui's voice returned.
Ban Wilson, perhaps, stared most eagerly, for he had never seen Ku Sui's asteroid, and despite himself still only half-believed that twenty craggy, twisted miles of rock could be swung as its master willed in space, and brought down bodily to Satellite III.
Their triumph had so far been a matter of but sixty seconds. The jangle of the alarm bell continued ominously. It summoned resistance, well-trained resistance; the defenses of the asteroid awoke to action. Doors spacing the corridor behind now began to open, releasing dozens of Orientals. Nor had these men heard Ku Sui's orders. They would shoot to kill!
It was bound inward toward Port o' Porno, and might well have been one of Ku Sui's. But the Scorpion, slowing down for her rendezvous, had attracted no attention and had passed undisturbed. Now she hung motionless that is, motionless with respect to the sun.
The strain the Hawk was under showed only in his pulling at the bangs of flaxen hair that covered his forehead as far as the eyebrows. He had, from Judd's words, expected a mystery in Ku Sui's approach. There was nothing to do but wait; he had made what few plans and preparations he could in advance. Friday broke the tense silence in the control cabin. "He's got to be somewhere!" he exploded.
So it was arranged. All the assistants, both Ku Sui's and Leithgow's, were portioned off into shifts of four hours' sleep and eight hours' work: Carse, Ban Wilson and Friday, too, for now every one of them was needed. Nine days for the work of a month and work as delicate and vital as could possibly be!
If I don't come out, you've everything needed to prove your case. Eliot the re-embodied brains, Ku Sui's four white assistants " "I tell you you're going to your death! You'll be caught inside! Earth's attracting the asteroid now, and in a few minutes it will be plunging through the atmosphere with terrific speed! The friction will make it a meteor, and you'll burn. Carse! You'll die in flames!
Some days ago you aided us in our escape from here, and in return I made you a promise. Do you remember?" There was a pause, a silence so tense it was painful. And then functioned the miracle of Ku Sui's devising. There came from the grille a thin, metallic voice from the living dead. "I remember you, Captain Carse, and your promise."
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