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She vacated the chair and handed him the operator's instrument with its light weight earphones and a mouthpiece that rested on his chest. "My name's Lockley," said Lockley evenly. "I was in the Park on a Survey job the morning the thing came down from the sky. I relayed Vale's message describing the landing and the creatures that came out of the object.
There were those small whispering and rustling and high-pitched sounds which in the wild constitute stillness. A scraping sound from the speaker. Vale's voice, frantic. "That ... exploring party. It's here! They must have picked up our beams. They're looking for me. They've sighted me! They're coming...." There was a crashing sound as if Vale had dropped the communicator.
Only an exploring party which might otherwise sight Jill would be apt to detect him, a slowly moving speck against a mountainside. He reached the level at which Vale's post had been assigned. He moved carefully and cautiously around intervening masses of stone. The wind blew past him, making humming noises in his ears.
"Why have the detectives been placed to watch Miss Vale's house?" asked the other. "And what has Osborne gone in to talk about?" "Ah," said Ashton-Kirk, with interest, "Osborne is within, is he?" "Yes; and why are you going in? What has been learned regarding Miss Vale's connection with the case that has not already been made public?"
Mushet continued, however, to regard the patents as "wholly my own, though at the same time, I am bound in honor to take no unfair advantage of the non-execution of that deed." A possible explanation of this situation may be found in Ebbw Vale's activities in connection with Martien and Bessemer, as well as with an Austrian inventor, Uchatius. Ibid., p. 770. Ibid., p. 823.
Sober common sense pointed out that Vale's account was fully verified. There'd been a landing of non-human creatures in a ship from outer space. The killing or capture of the first three men to investigate a gigantic explosion was natural enough the alien occupants of a space ship would want to study the inhabitants of the world they'd landed on.
But somehow even that was less horrible than the images that followed an assumption that the occupants of the spaceship might be men. "Calling Vale ... Vale, come in!" He fiercely repeated the call into the instrument's microphone. "Lockley calling Vale! Come in, man! Come in!" He flipped the switch and listened. And Vale's voice came. "I'm here." The voice shook.
Lockley found it difficult to align the carrier beam to Vale's exact location. He assured himself that he was a fool to be afraid; that if disaster were to come it would be by the imbecilities of men rather than through creatures from beyond the stars. And therefore.... But there were other men at other places who felt less skepticism.
Lockley calling Vale. Over." He turned the control for reception. Vale's voice came instantly, scratchy and hoarse and frantic. "Lockley! Listen to me! There's no time to tell me anything. I've got to tell you. Something came down out of the sky here nearly an hour ago.
It was not in place on the bench mark from which it could measure inches in a distance of scores of miles. There was no other sign of what had apparently happened here. The ashes of the fire were undisturbed. Vale's sleeping bag looked as if it had not been slept in, as if it had only been spread out for the night before. Lockley went over the rock shelf inch by inch.
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