Johnny Gordon's black hair gleamed in the nightclub's orange light. When he laughed, his tanned face was surprisingly boyish—surprising because his name was linked with adventure in headlines on many planets. "You think the patrol's going to be laying for me off Mercury," he laughed. "Well, I'd like a little excitement."
Norman dropped the wax paper on the floor and hid the capsules in his big palm. Johnny was right—they would've had a lot more fun if they'd never bumped into that dead comet off Neptune3. But how were they to know that cold hunk of drift metal would turn out to be solid platinum4? That was three years ago and now their income was a number like the circumference5 of Jupiter in feet. To him it was a devil of a responsibility. To Johnny it was just plain boring.
But he couldn't let Johnny get himself killed running away from a full dress suit. "Okay," he said, faking resignation. "You win." Roughly handsome, Norman's hell or high water smile was as much a part of him as his long legs. He filled their glasses as the orchestra started moaning Martian Moon, dropped the capsules into the bubbly green wine in Johnny's glass. "Here's to the Twenty-First Century Ponce de Leon," he smiled, raising his glass.
Johnny reached across the table and picked up the bottle. "Here's to the boredom6 of a million dollars," he said and drank the toast straight from the bottle. He wiped his chin, grinning. "You ought to know you can't catch me on a Martian mickey. They stop the bubbles."
As Norman stared at the suddenly lifeless wine in Johnny's glass, he realized there was only one thing left to do. He knew a couple of boys who were pretty handy with a blackjack and he knew an old hunting lodge7 in the Adirondacks where they could lock Johnny up for a week.
The next morning as Norman was packing his bags, one of his "boys" appeared at the door. His eyes were black and swollen8. Embarrassed, he held out an envelope. Norman tore it open.
"You'll find your other playmate locked in my bathroom. I'll bring you a jug9 full of the Fountain of Youth." The note was written in Johnny's careless scrawl10! Norman flicked11 the ampliphone button in the little table beside his bed.
"Interstellar Spaceport!" he ordered the invisible telemike as he pulled a handful of bills from his pocket and shoved them at the battered12 gentleman in the door. "Thanks for trying, Spike13. Go kick Johnny's bathroom door down. Joe's locked up in there—"
"Spaceport," the wall speaker said.
"John Gordon," Norman asked, waving Spike out, "has he been there?"
"Mr. Gordon took off half an hour ago, sir," said the ampliphone. "For Mercury."
"Thanks...." As Norman clicked off the receiver, premonition crept over him like a shadow. His hand moved to the receiver again—to call for a ship and follow Johnny. Then the ampliphone buzzed under his hand.
It was the Senator. He was waiting at the capital.
As he started throwing shirts into his bag, Norman knew it was against his better judgment14. But after all, Johnny could take care of himself. Spike's hamburger face proved that.
It was with this thought that he picked up the plump Senator and left for the platinum comet. When the sleek15 private cruiser nosed into the little world's artificial air three days later, the mine foreman met them with a radiogram in his hand.
Silently cursing the static that had interfered16 with space reception on the way over, cold fear clutched at Norman's heart as he read the message. "The platinum's yours," he told the astonished mine foreman. "Show the Senator around."
As their bewildered faces stared after him, he took off for Earth again immediately.
The trip back was maddening and he ignored all speed laws as he roared full-throttle into the bright mountain range that was New York City. Newsboys were still shouting the headlines on the street when he reached the hospital.
"FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH IN TRAGIC17 REVERSE! JOHN GORDON FOUND IN DRIFTING SPACE BOAT! INVENTION MISSING!"
Norman shoved a bill at the driver, jumped out of the taxi and ran up the hospital steps. The girl at the desk recognized him. "Room 947, Mr. Norman. Dr. Smyth is expecting you."
He hurried to the elevator where a mob of reporters were also waiting. "What do you think happened to him, Mr. Norman? Do you think he reached Vulcan? What do you think became of his cruiser with the anti-gravity invention?"
"Later, boys," Norman said, his familiar smile a little shaky now. "I've got to see Johnny first."
A black-bearded doctor opened the door at his knock. From within the room came an odd babbling18 sound like a child talking to itself. Looking over the doctor's shoulder, Norman saw an old man lying on the white bed. He stepped past the doctor into the room.
Propped19 up on pillows, the old man lay there like an ancient withered20 mummy. Only his skull-like eyes were alive, yellow and wild as he stared at his disfigured hands. His hands were more like paws for each finger and thumb had been severed21 close to the palm, the scars well-healed as if the mutilation had happened years ago.
"They found his pilot's license22 in his pocket," the doctor said, "and the blood test proved his identity."
"No!" Norman said, turning back to the bed. "This is impossible!"
"I've given him a thorough examination," the doctor said. "He has every condition of advanced senility. We can't say how he lost his fingers nor how they healed so quickly. We only know this," his voice dropped to a whisper, "that he is very near death of old age...."
Norman's eyes were damp. Through the window the afternoon sun lined the old man's sunken cheeks with deep shadows, gleamed on his thin, white hair. His voice was a high-pitched quaver. "My hands... my hands...."
Norman sprang to the bed, knelt beside the ancient creature. "Johnny! It's me! Rick! Tell me what happened!"
But the old man stared at him blankly, then looked back down at his hands again.
Norman got to his feet slowly. "Okay, Johnny," he said through tight lips. "But I'll find out what happened to you. And I think I know where to start."
Twenty minutes later, however, the pudgy Gorig Sade, Ambassador from Mercury, could offer little information. He leaned back in his gilded23 chair and raised his hand toward the sunset at the window. His right hand was artificial, an electric member in flesh-like plastic. "Behind that Sun," he said, a slight smile on his thick lips, "lies a planet without a human footprint. Within the Mercurian Zone of Protection, Vulcan is closely guarded by the Mercurian Zone Patrol. Vulcan is a death trap—too close in the Sun's gravitational field. We cannot answer to the safety of those who slip past the patrol and enter the whirlpool."
Norman smiled, as a fighter smiles at his opponent when he comes out at the bell. "That's enough of that line, Sade. When did your patrol last see John Gordon? They were waiting for him off Mercury. You've had your paid killers24 after him ever since he refused to sell out to you. Now his gravitational counteractive25 turns up missing. It would have meant a lot to Mercury—or to you, rather, since your rotten politics owns the place."
Sade got to his feet like a disturbed bull. "Get out!" His electric hand hummed as he raised it toward the door. "I shall see the Secretary of State about your insult!"
Norman's left hand shot out like a striking snake, clutched the Ambassador's collar and dragged him out of his chair.
"Okay, Sade," he smiled, "but there's one thing maybe you don't know. Johnny built two ships, a smaller one before he equipped the cruiser he left in. I'm taking that ship to try to reach Vulcan. Johnny's spectroscope proved a lot about this Fountain of Youth business and now it's the only chance to save his life. Anyway, I'll find out what happened to him, and if you had anything to do with it, I'm going to tear your yellow throat out."
He slammed the sputtering26 Ambassador back into his chair, and left the office. Now Sade would forget the Secretary of State and order his patrol to be waiting for him. A burst of flame in desolate27 space and who would know.
Ten minutes outside the Mercurian Zone of Protection, Norman welcomed the misty28 glow as live nebulae engulfed29 the transparent30 dome31 surrounding him. It brightened the monotonous32 blue light in the pilot room and erased33 his lonely reflection in the foot-thick thermo-glass that darkened the white-hot glare of space ahead.
Traveling near Mercury was like walking a tight rope. A few degrees off course and the delicate balance between worlds would totter—jerk him away to a charred34 plunge35 into the Sun. Also, Sade's wolves might appear any moment now. But he'd get through them, he thought, slapping the trigger grip of his panel guns. The picture of Johnny back there in the hospital, however, was an ache in his throat that dulled his excitement—an excitement reminiscent of hundreds of tight spots they'd squeezed through together before they'd struck it right and traded adventure for tea cups. Helpless, crazed, eighty years old before his time—why hadn't Johnny waited! But he was bull-headed and bored, anxious to prove what his spectroscope hinted—that Vulcan, close in the arms of the mother Sun, was a spawning36 place for life itself. Ponce de Leon again, in 2063....
Grinding out his cigarette, Norman glanced at the chart in his lap, eyed the circle that was Vulcan, a white circle—unexplored. Deep in the whirlpool of the Sun's gravitation, it had lured37 countless38 ships to a hurtling destruction until a trade-wise Mercury placed guards around the area and its siren world.
Norman glanced up from his musings as the filter's blue light darkened the room again. The nebulae outside had vanished. Almost human, that glass! The hotter it became outside, the darker the glass became—not only shielding the pilot's eyes but perfectly39 maintaining the insulation40 of the control room. Suddenly he jerked his head up, chilled as he stared at the mirrored wall in front of him.
"Hello."
It was a feminine voice. Slowly, Norman swung his long legs around and stared at the girl, too astonished to speak. She was just a kid, about fifteen years old, wearing baggy42 white coveralls. A mop of honey-colored hair framed her pert freckled43 face.
She held up her hands as if to keep him away. "Now don't get excited." Her blue eyes were like a kitten's. "I'm Dorothy Gray. My father owns the Daily Times and I work on the paper during vacation. I played stowaway44 because you're on the trail of the news story of the century. While you were checking out with the dispatcher," the girl grinned, "I emptied your food locker45 and crawled in myself. I know you must be trying to find out what happened to your friend. You're the type that gets things done."
Grinding his teeth, Norman turned back to the control panel and reached for the turn lever. Now he had to take this brat46 to Earth—when Johnny's life depended on haste in the opposite direction. No! He'd put her in a space suit and kick her out. Johnny was his best friend. His anger hovered47 an instant over the decision. And in that instant he saw the girl step aside. His mouth fell open as another figure appeared from the galley.
This time it was a grown woman—breath-takingly grown. She walked in like she owned the place, smoothing a tweed skirt above bare legs that could have graced a glassilk hose advertisement. Above a crimson48 blouse, her hair was black as sunless space against her cloud-like skin. She was obviously Venusian, with the orchid-like beauty of all women of the emerald planet. In her hand was a stubby jet of a pistol, the round hole of its barrel staring into Norman's bewildered eyes.
"Hello, handsome," she said, ignoring the girl beside her. "I was in your ammunition49 locker. I'm Keren Vaun. Just stick at those controls. I'm here to make sure that the patrol gets you." She sat down on the metal box beside the galley door. She crossed her trim legs and held the pistol steady on one rounded knee.
"Okay," Norman smiled. "If that's the way you want it." He turned around, clamped his long legs under the control seat, and flipped50 the stabilizer switch. Their little world turned upside down, sprawling51 both females across the floor in a mass of contrasting legs and arms.
When the switch flipped back into contact, the ship righted itself instantly and Norman stepped across the room and picked up the pistol. He stepped back and squeezed his panel triggers. Dead guns. "So you've carted out all my ammunition and Sade is really after me."
The Venusian woman pulled herself up off the floor. "You'll find out when the patrol sights you." Her black eyes looked as deadly as her gun had.
"Let 'em come," Norman said.
As if his words were a cue, a bell tinkled52 in the room. He jumped to the panel and turned a dial, lighting53 the blue filter to scan the void outside. The magnetic detector54 warned of something outside—a patrol cruiser!
Norman fingered his triggers instinctively55, then left the dead guns in a rage as black as the Venusian's hair. The only thing he could shoot at the patrol were his hull56 fire extinguishers. He clicked on the rear view screen—he had to see the patrol first now—outmaneuver them somehow. But behind him was only the blackness of space.
The raven-haired woman's sparkling eyes grew nervous. "If those fools shoot—" She lit a cigarette, exhaling57 quickly.
The bell rang frantically59. Something was coming at them, fast. He traversed the screen again but around them was no visible thing. The sun was too bright. There was only one thing to do. His hand fell on the wheel, twirled it around to swoop60 off course—try to dodge61 the patrol, wherever they were—take a chance on fighting his way back against Sun drag.
A flash of red light burst into the room. The pilot room keeled over. He fell to the room's glass ceiling that had suddenly become the floor. The women landed in a perfumed heap on top of him.
He stood on the slick curve of glass, eyeing the cut-off on the control panel which was now overhead. A patrol boat had come in from the Sun's blind spot. They'd chanced a long shot. Jammed the exhaust tube and thrown the stabilizer off balance. Seconds off course. Norman could perhaps have brought her back. Minutes—the Sun was an inexorable pull.
Madly, Norman jumped to reach the cut-off—to cut the unbalanced rocket blast that held the ship on its back in the increasing speed of their dive. Out of control, they were streaking62 toward the Sun under full power.
The diameter of the Sun is 108 times that of Earth. Its mass is 324,000 times as great. Mathematics could calculate easily the speed of falling into that molten inferno63 but Norman knew only the thundering of his heart in that silent room. He jumped three times for the cut-off lever—and fell back. Then with fear like steel coils in his legs, he floundered up once more, leaped from the glass and the tips of his fingers brought down the clutch.
The room slowly moved out from under him, sliding the girls across the smooth glass. He was at the controls before the ship righted itself. Sweeping64 the panel, he jerked every rocket into reverse.
And nothing happened. The power of his blasts was nothing against the direct pull of the Sun, this close. The ship hurtled toward its fiery65 mass at terrific speed.
Among the battery of instruments on the panel was a small stratometer, calibrated66 in seconds. Norman saw the pointer moving with the speed of the second hand on a watch. With each jump of the pointer, they fell thousands of miles. Despite the thermo-glass, heat grew in the room like a live thing. In less than three minutes, he realized, the ship would begin to melt. He sprang from the controls, bent67 over the long coffin-shaped box beside the galley door. His fingers were frantic58 thumbs as he set the dials. It wasn't merely a test of the gravitation counteractive now. The mechanism68 had to work or they would boil like lobsters69 in the steam of the very air they breathed.
Dorothy Gray stood sensibly out of the way, watching his frenzied70 hands switch the delicate instrument. The Venusian woman cursed softly, straightening her twisted skirt. "Wait till I see Sade again!" she said. "Ordering his men to fire when he knew I was in here—Hey!" she demanded. "Why's it getting so hot in here?"
Dorothy pointed71 toward the instrument panel. "See that little clock," she said, oddly observant for one of her few years. "That's a stratometer. My dad's shown 'em to me on the big passenger lines. It says we're falling mighty72 fast. It's getting hot in here because we're falling into the Sun."
Seconds thundered by as Norman twirled the rheostat knobs in the counteractive, fighting to bring the delicate focus of its power into play against the dread73 suction that was dragging them down. The thermo-glass was jet black now against the solid heat outside. With apparently74 a knowing hand, Dorothy set the air conditioning unit up to maximum as drops of moisture formed on the ceiling and dampened the pilot room like hot dew. The thermo-glass began to bulge75 slightly at its invisible seams, first in thin ridges76 around the ceiling, jutting77 out more and more as the mad heat increased. Protection against the extremes of temperature in space, it was constructed to follow these lines of expansion. But for how long?
Keren screamed, razor-edged above the electric tension in the room. "Give me a parasuit!" she cried. "Get me out of here!"
Norman's fingers played the rheostats like a piano. Suddenly an electric eye blinked red as the counteractive fell into focus on the true gravity force sector78 of the Sun. As he leaped to the controls, his eye caught a glimpse of the stratometer's small death-white face. They were sixty seconds from cremation79....
Slowly, with nerve-tight slowness, he turned the brake wheel a fraction of an inch as the hand of the clock moved on. The room was dim, the panel lights casting weird80 shadows along the black ridges in the seams of the thermo-glass. The ridges jutted81 inward over an inch now, spaced two feet apart like braces82 or rafters around the room.
Suddenly Keren threw herself upon Norman, locked her arms around his neck, dragging his sweaty hands from the wheel. "Stop us!" she whimpered hoarsely83. "Stop us, handsome! I don't want to die!"
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