it cannot be erected in this room."



As he spoke, Rovol seated himself at his control-desk and ran his

fingers lightly over the keys. The entire wall of the laboratory

disappeared, hundreds of beams of force darted here and there, seizing

and working raw materials, and in the portal there grew up, to Seaton's

amazement, a keyboard and panel installation such as the Earth-man, in

his wildest moments, had never imagined. Bank upon bank of

typewriter-like keys; row upon row of keys, pedals, and stops resembling

somewhat those of the console of a gigantic pipe-organ; panel upon panel

of meters, switches, and dials--all arranged about two deeply-cushioned

chairs and within reach of their occupants.



"Whew! That looks like the combined mince-pie nightmares of a whole

flock of linotype operators, pipe-organists, and hard-boiled radio

hams!" exclaimed Seaton when the installation was complete. "Now that

you've got it, what are you going to do with it?"



"There is not a control system in Norlamin adequate for the task we

face, since the problem of the projection of rays of the fifth order has

heretofore been of only academic interest. Therefore it becomes

necessary to construct such a control. This mechanism will, I am

confident, have a sufficiently wide range of application to perform any

operation we shall require of it."



"It sure looks as though it could do almost anything, provided the man

behind it knows how to play a tune on it--but if that rumble seat is for

me, you'd better count me out right now. I followed you for about

fifteen seconds, then lost you completely; and now I'm sunk without a

trace," said Seaton.



"That is, of course, true, and is a point I was careless enough to

overlook." Rovol thought for a moment, then got up, crossed the room to

his control desk, and continued, "We shall dismantle the machine and

rebuild it at once."



"Oh no--too much work!" protested Seaton, "You've got it about done,

haven't you?"



"It is hardly started. Two hundred thousand bands of force must be

linked to it, each in its proper place, and it is necessary that you

should understand thoroughly every detail of this entire projector,"

Rovol answered.



"Why? I'm not ashamed to admit that I haven't got brains enough to

understand a thing like that."



"You have sufficient brain capacity; it is merely undeveloped. There are

two reasons why you must be as familiar with the operation of this

mechanism as you are with the operation of one of your Earthly

automobiles. The first is that a similar control is to be installed in

your new space-vessel, since by its use you can attain a perfection of

handling impossible by any other system. The second, and more important

reason, is that neither I nor any other man of Norlamin could compel

himself, by any force of will, to direct a ray that would take away the

life of any fellow-man."



While Rovol was speaking, he reversed his rays, and soon the component

parts of the new control had been disassembled and piled in orderly

array about the room.



"Hm--m--m. Never thought of that. It's right too," mused Seaton. "How're

you going to get it into my thick skull--with an educator?"



"Exactly," and Rovol sent a beam of force after his highly developed

educational mechanism. Dials and electrodes were adjusted, connections

were established, and the beams and pencils of force began to

reconstruct the great central controlling device. But this time, instead

of being merely a bewildered spectator, Seaton was an active participant

in the work. As each key and meter was wrought and mounted, there were

indelibly impressed upon his brain the exact reason for and function of

the part, and later, when the control itself was finished and the

seemingly interminable task of connecting it up to the output

force-bands of the transformers had begun, he had a complete

understanding of everything with which he was working, and understood

all the means by which the ends he had so long desired were to be

attained. For to the ancient scientist the tasks he was then performing

were the merest routine, to be performed in reflex fashion, and he

devoted most of his attention to transferring from his own brain to that

of his young assistant as much of his stupendous knowledge as the

smaller brain of the Terrestrial was capable of absorbing. More and more

rapidly as the work progressed the mighty flood of knowledge poured into

Seaton's mind. After an hour or so, when enough connections had been

made so that automatic forces could be so directed as to finish the job,

Rovol and Seaton left the laboratory and went into the living room. As

they walked, the educator accompanied them, borne upon its beam of

force.



"Your brain is behaving very nicely indeed," said Rovol, "much better

than I would have thought possible from its size. In fact, it may be

possible for me to transfer to you all the knowledge I have which might

be of use to you. That is why I took you away from the laboratory. What

do you think of the idea?"



"Our psychologists have always maintained that none of us ever uses more

than a minute fraction of the actual capacity of his brain," Seaton

replied after a moment's thought. "If you think you can give me even a

percentage of your knowledge without killing me, go to it--I'm for it,

strong!"



"Knowing that you would be, I have already requested Drasnik, the First

of Psychology, to come here, and he has just arrived," answered Rovol.

And as he spoke, that personage entered the room.



When the facts had been set before him, the psychologist nodded his head



"That is quite possible," he said with enthusiasm, "and I will be only

too glad to assist in such an operation."



"But listen!" protested Seaton, "You'll probably change my whole

personality! Rovol's brain is three times the size of mine."



"Tut-tut--nothing of the kind," Drasnik reproved him. "As you have said,

you are using only a minute portion of the active mass of your brain.

The same thing is true with us--many millions of cycles would have to

pass before we would be able to fill the brains we now have."



"Then why are your brains so large?"



"Merely a provision of Nature that no possible accession of knowledge

shall find her storehouse too small," replied Drasnik, positively.

"Ready?"



All three donned the headsets and a wave of mental force swept into

Seaton's mind, a wave of such power that the Terrestrial's every sense

wilted under the impact. He did not faint, he did not lose

consciousness--he simply lost all control of every nerve and fiber as

his entire brain passed into the control of the immense mentality of the

First of Psychology and became a purely receptive, plastic medium upon

which to impress the knowledge of the aged physicist.



* * * * *



Hour after hour the transfer continued, Seaton lying limp as though

lifeless, the two Norlaminians tense and rigid, every faculty

concentrated upon the ignorant, virgin brain exposed to their gaze.

Finally the operation was complete and Seaton, released from the weird,

hypnotic grip of that stupendous mind, gasped, shook himself, and

writhed to his feet.



"Great Cat!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. "I wouldn't

have believed there was as much to know in the entire Universe as I know

right now, and I know it as well as I ever knew elementary algebra.

Thanks, fellows, a million times--but say, did you leave any open spaces

for more? In one way, I seem to know less than I did before, there's so

much more to find out. Can I learn anything more, or did you fill me up

to capacity?"



The psychologist, who had been listening to the exuberant youth with

undisguised pleasure, spoke calmly.



"The mere fact that you appreciate your comparative ignorance shows that

you are still capable of learning. Your capacity to learn is greater

than it ever was before, even though the waste space has been reduced.

Much to our surprise, Rovol and I gave you all of his knowledge that

would be of any use to you, and some of my own, and still theoretically

you can add to it more than nine times the total of your present

knowledge."



The psychologist departed, and Rovol and Seaton returned to the

laboratory, where the forces were still merrily at work. There was

nothing that could be done to hasten the connecting, and it was late in

the following period of labor before they could begin the actual

construction of the projector. Once started, however, it progressed with

amazing rapidity. Now understanding the system, it did not seem strange

to Seaton that he should merely actuate a certain combination of forces

when he desired a certain operation performed; nor did it seem unusual

or worthy of comment that one flick of his finger over that switchboard

would send a force a distance of hundreds of miles to a factory where

other forces were busily at work, to seize a hundred angle-bars of

transparent purple metal that were to form the backbone of the

fifth-order projector. Nor did it seem peculiar that the same force,

with no further instruction, should bring these hundred bars back to

him, in a high loop through the atmosphere; should deposit them gently

in a convenient space near the site of operations; and then should

disappear as though it had never existed! With such tools as that, it

was a matter of only a few hours before the projector was done--a task

that would have required years of planning and building upon Earth.



Two hundred and fifty feet it towered above their heads, a tubular

network of braced and latticed bars of purple metal, fifty feet in

diameter at the base and tapering smoothly to a diameter of about ten

feet at the top. Built of a metal thousands of times as strong and hard

as steel, it was not cumbersome in appearance, and yet was strong enough

to be absolutely rigid. Ten enormous supporting forces held the lens of

neutronium immovable in the exact center of the upper end; at intervals

down the shaft similar forces held variously-shaped lenses and prisms

formed from zones of force; in the center of the bottom or floor of the

towering structure was the double controlling system, with a universal

visiplate facing each operator.



"Well, Rovol, that's that," remarked Seaton as the last connection was

made. "What say we hop in and give the baby a ride over to the Area of

Experiment? Caslor must have the mounting done, and we've got time

enough left in this period to try her out."



"In a moment. I am setting the fourth-order projector to go out to the

dwarf star after an additional supply of neutronium."



Seaton, knowing from the data of their first journey, that the controls

could be so set as to duplicate their feat in every particular without

supervision, stepped into his seat in the new controller, pressed a key,

and spoke.



"Hi, Dottie, what's on your mind?"



"Nothing much," Dorothy's clear voice answered. "Got it done and can I

see it?"



"Sure--sit tight and I'll send a boat after you."



As he spoke, Rovol's flier darted into the air and away; and in two

minutes it returned, slowing abruptly as it landed. Dorothy stepped out,

radiant, and returned Seaton's enthusiastic caresses with equal fervor

before she spoke.



"Lover, I'm afraid you violated all known speed laws getting me over

here. Aren't you afraid of getting pinched?"



"Nope--not here. Besides, I didn't want to keep Rovol waiting--we're all

ready to go. Hop in here with me, this left-hand control's mine."



Rovol entered the tube, took his place, and waved his hand. Seaton's

hands swept over the keys and the whole gigantic structure wafted into

the air. Still upright, it was borne upon immense rods of force toward

the Area of Experiment, which was soon reached. Covered as the Area was

with fantastic equipment, there was no doubt as to their destination,

for in plain sight, dominating all the lesser instruments, there rose a

stupendous telescopic mounting, with an enormous hollow tube of metallic

lattice-work which could be intended for nothing else than their

projector. Approaching it carefully, Seaton deftly guided the projector

lengthwise into that hollow receptacle and anchored it in the exact

optical axis. Flashing beams of force made short work of welding the two

tubes together immovably with angles and lattices of the same purple

metal, the terminals of the variable-speed motors were attached to the

controllers, and everything was in readiness for the first trial.



"What special instructions do we need to run it, if any?" Seaton asked

of the First of Mechanism, who had lifted himself up into the projector.



"Very little. This motor governs the hour motion, that one the right

ascension. The potentiometers regulate the degree of vernier action--any

ratio is possible, from direct drive up to more than a hundred million

complete revolutions of that graduated dial to give you one second of

arc."



"Plenty fine, I'd say. Thanks a lot, ace. Whither away, Rovol--any

choice?"



"Anywhere you please, son, since this is merely a try-out."



"O. K. We'll hop over and tell Dunark hello."



The tube swung around into line with that distant planet and Seaton

stepped down hard, upon a pedal. Instantly they seemed infinite myriads

of miles out in space, the green system barely visible as a faint green

star behind them.



"Wow, that ray's fast!" exclaimed the pilot, ruefully. "I overshot about

a thousand light years. We'll try again, with considerably less power,"

and he rearranged and reset the dials and meters before him. Adjustment

after adjustment and many reductions in power had to be made before the

projection ceased leaping millions of miles at a touch, but finally the

operators became familiar with the new technique and the ray became

manageable. Soon they were hovering above what had been Mardonal, and

saw that all signs of warfare had disappeared. Slowly turning the

controls, Seaton flashed the projection over the girdling Osnomian sea

and guided it through the impregnable metal walls of the palace into the

throne room of Roban, where they saw the Emperor, Tarnan the Karbix, and

Dunark in close conference.



"Well, here we are," remarked Seaton. "Now we'll put on a little

visibility and give the natives a treat."



"Sh-sh," whispered Dorothy, "they'll hear you, Dick--we're intruding

shamefully."



"No, they won't hear us, because I haven't heterodyned the audio in on

the wave yet. And as for intruding, that's exactly what we came over

here for."



* * * * *



He imposed the audio system upon the inconceivably high frequency of

their carrier wave and spoke in the Osnomian tongue.



"Greetings, Roban, Dunark, and Tarnan, from Seaton." All three jumped to

their feet, amazed, staring about the empty room as Seaton went on, "I

am not here in person. I am simply sending you my projection. Just a

moment and I will put on a little visibility."



He brought more forces into play, and solid images of force appeared in

the great hall; images of the three occupants of the controller.

Introductions and greetings over, Seaton spoke briefly and to the point.



"We've got everything we came after--much more than I had any idea we

could get. You need have no more fear of the Fenachrone--we have found a

science superior to theirs. But much remains to be done, and we have

none too much time; therefore I have come to you with certain requests."



"The Overlord has but to command," replied Roban.



"Not command, since we are all working together for a common cause. In

the name of that cause, Dunark, I ask you to come to me at once,

accompanied by Tarnan and any others you may select. You will be piloted

by a ray which we shall set upon your controls. Upon your way here you

will visit the First City of Dasor, another planet, where you will pick

up Sacner Carfon, who will be awaiting you there."



"As you direct, so it shall be," and Seaton flashed the projector to the

neighboring planet of Urvania. There he found that the gigantic

space-cruiser he had ordered had been completed, and requested Urvan and

his commander-in-chief to tow it to Norlamin, piloted by a ray. He then

jumped to Dasor, there interviewing Carfon and being assured of the full

co-operation of the porpoise-men.



"Well, that's that, folks," said Seaton as he shut off the power. "We

can't do much more for a few days, until the gang gets here for the

council of war. How'd it be, Rovol, for me to practice with this outfit

while you are finishing up the odds and ends you want to clean up? You

might suggest to Orlon, too, that it'd be a good deed for him to pilot

those folks over here."



As Rovol wafted himself to the ground from their lofty station, Crane

and Margaret appeared and were lifted up to the place formerly occupied

by the physicist.



"How's tricks, Mart? I hear you're quite an astronomer?" said Seaton.



"Yes, thanks to Orlon and the First of Psychology. He seemed quite

interested in increasing our Earthly knowledge. I certainly know much

more than I had ever hoped to know of anything."



"Yeah, you can pilot us to the Fenachrone system now without any

trouble. You also absorbed some ethnology and kindred sciences. What

d'you think--with Dunark and Urvan, do we know enough to go ahead or

should we take a chance on holding things up while we get acquainted

with some of the other peoples of these planets of the green system?"



"Delay is dangerous, as our time is already short," Crane replied after

a time. "We know enough, I believe; and furthermore, any additional

assistance is problematical; in fact, it is more than doubtful. The

Norlaminians have surveyed the system rather thoroughly, and no other

planet seems to have inhabitants who have even approached the

development attained here."



"Right--that's the way I dope it, exactly. We'll wait until the gang

assembles, then go over the top. In the meantime, I called you over to

take a ride in this projector--it's a darb. I'd like to shoot for the

Fenachrone system first, but I don't quite dare to."



"Don't dare to? You?" scoffed Margaret. "How come?"



"Cancel the 'dare'--change it to 'prefer not to.' Why? Because while

they can't work through a zone of force, some of their real

scientists--and they have lots of them, not like the bull-headed soldier

we captured--may well be able to detect a fifth-order ray--even if they

can't work with them intelligently--and if they detected our ray, it'd

put them on guard."



"You are exactly right, Dick," agreed Crane. "And there speaks the

Norlaminian physicist, and not my old and reckless playmate Richard

Seaton."



"Oh, I don't know--I told you I was getting timid as a mouse. But let's

not sit here twiddling our thumbs--let's go places and do things.

Whither away? I want a destination a good ways off, not something in our

own back yard."



"Go back home, of course, stupe," put in Dorothy, "do you have to be

told every little thing?"



"Sure--never thought of that," and Seaton, after a moment's rapid mental

arithmetic, swung the great tube around, rapidly adjusted a few dials,

and stepped down upon a pedal. There was a fleeting instant of

unthinkable velocity; then they found themselves poised somewhere in

space.



"Well, wonder how far I missed it on my first shot?" Seaton's crisp

voice broke the stunned silence. "Guess that's our sun, over to the

left, ain't it, Mart?"



"Yes. You were about right for distance, and within a few tenths of a

light-year laterally. That is fairly close, I should have said."



"Rotten, for these controls. Except for the effect of relative proper

motions, which I can't calculate yet for lack of data. I should be able

to hit a gnat right in the left eye at this range--and the difference in

proper motions couldn't have thrown me off more than a few hundred feet.

Nope, I was too anxious--hurried too much on the settings of the slow

verniers. I'll snap back and try it again."



He adjusted the verniers very carefully, and again threw on the power.

Again there was the sensation of the barest perceptible moment of

unimaginable speed, and they were in the air some fifty feet above the

ground of Crane Field, almost above the testing shed. Seaton rapidly

adjusted the variable-speed motors until they were perfectly stationary,

relative to the surface of the earth.



"You are improving," commended Crane.



"Yeah--that's more like it. Guess maybe I can learn in time to shoot

this gun. Well, let's go down."



They dropped through the roof into the laboratory where Maxwell, now in

charge of the place, was watching a reaction and occasionally taking

notes.



"Hi, Max! Seaton speaking, on a television. Got your range?"



"Exactly, Chief, apparently. I can hear you perfectly, but can't see

anything," Maxwell stared about the empty laboratory.



"You will in a minute. I knew I had you, but didn't want to scare you

out of a year's growth," and Seaton thickened the image until they were

plainly visible.



"Please call Mr. Vaneman on the phone and tell him you're in touch with

us," directed Seaton as soon as greetings had been exchanged. "Better

yet, after you've broken it to them gently, Dot can talk to them, then

we'll go over and see 'em."



The connection established, Dorothy's image floated up to the telephone

and apparently spoke.



"Mother? This is the weirdest thing you ever imagined. We're not really

here at all you know--we're actually here in Norlamin--no, I mean Dick's

just sending a kind of a talking picture of us to see you on earth

here.... Oh, no, I don't know anything about it--it's like a talkie sent

by radio, only worse, because I am saying this myself right now, without

any rehearsal or anything ... we didn't want to burst in on you without

warning, because you'd be sure to think you were seeing actual ghosts,

and we're not dead the least bit ... we're having the most perfectly

gorgeous time you ever imagined.... Oh, I'm so excited I can't explain

anything, even if I knew anything about it to explain. We'll all four of

us be over there in about a second and tell you all about it. 'Bye!"



Indeed, it was even less than a second--Mrs. Vaneman was still in the

act of hanging up the receiver when the image materialized in the living

room of Dorothy's girlhood home.



"Hello, mother and dad," Seaton's voice was cheerful but matter-of-fact.

"I'll thicken this up so you can see us better in a minute. But don't

think that we are flesh and blood. You'll see simply three-dimensional

talking pictures of ourselves, transmitted by radio."



For a long time Mr. and Mrs. Vaneman chatted with the four visitors from

so far away in space, while Seaton gloried in the working of that

marvelous projector.



"Well, our time's about up," Seaton finally ended the visit. "The

quitting-whistle's going to blow in five minutes, and they don't like

overtime work here where we are. We'll drop in and see you again maybe,

sometime before we come back."



"Do you know yet when you are coming back?" asked Mrs. Vaneman.



"Not an idea in the world, mother, any more than we had when we started.

But we're getting along fine, having the time of our lives, and are

learning a lot besides. So-long!" and Seaton clicked off the power.



* * * * *



As they descended from the projector and walked toward the waiting

airboat, Seaton fell in beside Rovol.



"You know they've got our new cruiser built of dagal, and are bringing

it over here. Dagal's good stuff, but it isn't as good as your purple

metal, inoson, which is the theoretical ultimate in strength possible

for any material possessing molecular structure. Why wouldn't it be a

sound idea to flash it into inoson when it gets here?"



"That would be an excellent idea, and we shall do so. It also has

occurred to me that Caslor of Mechanism, Astron of Energy, Satrazon of

Chemistry, myself, and one of two others, should collaborate in

installing a very complete fifth-order projector in the new Skylark,

as well as any other equipment which may seem desirable. The security of

the Universe may depend upon the abilities and qualities of you

Terrestrials and your vessel, and therefore nothing should be left

undone which it is possible for us to do."



"You chirped something then, old scout--thanks. You might do that, while

I attend to such preliminaries as wiping out the Fenachrone fleet."



In due time the reinforcements from the other planets arrived, and the

mammoth space-cruiser attracted attention even before it landed, so

enormous was she in comparison with the tiny vessels having her in tow.

Resting upon the ground, it seemed absurd that such a structure could

possibly move under her own power. For two miles that enormous mass of

metal extended over the country-side, and while it was very narrow for

its length, still its fifteen hundred feet of diameter dwarfed

everything near by. But Rovol and his aged co-workers smiled happily as

they saw it, erected their keyboards, and set to work with a will.



Meanwhile a group had gathered about a conference table--a group such as

had never before been seen together upon any world. There was Fodan, the

ancient Chief of the Five of Norlamin, huge-headed, with his leonine

mane and flowing beard of white. There were Dunark and Tarnan of Osnome

and Urvan of Urvania--smooth-faced and keen, utterly implacable and

ruthless in war. There was Sacner Carfon Twenty Three Forty Six, the

immense, porpoise-like, hairless Dasorian. There were Seaton and Crane,

representatives of our own Earthly civilization.



Seaton opened the meeting by handing each man a headset and running a

reel showing the plans of the Fenachrone; not only as he had secured

them from the captain of the marauding vessel, but also everything the

First of Psychology had deduced from his own study of that inhuman

brain. He then removed the reel and gave them the tentative plans of

battle. Headsets removed, he threw the meeting open for discussion--and

discussion there was in plenty. Each man had ideas, which were thrown

upon the table and studied, for the most part calmly and

dispassionately. The conference continued until only one point was left,

upon which argument waxed so hot that everyone seemed shouting at once.



"Order!" commanded Seaton, banging his fist upon the table. "Osnome and

Urvania wish to strike without warning, Norlamin and Dasor insist upon a

formal declaration of war. Earth has the deciding vote. Mart, how do we

vote on this?"



"I vote for formal warning, for two reasons, one of which I believe will

convince even Dunark. First, because it is the fair thing to do--which

reason is, of course, the one actuating the Norlaminians, but which

would not be considered by Osnome, nor even remotely understood by the

Fenachrone. Second, I am certain that the Fenachrone will merely be

enraged by the warning and will defy us. Then what will they do? You

have already said that you have been able to locate only a few of their

exploring warships. As soon as we declare war upon them they will almost

certainly send out torpedoes to every one of their ships of war. We can

then follow the torpedoes with our rays, and thus will be enabled to

find and to destroy their vessels."



"That settles that," declared the chairman as a shout of agreement

arose. "We shall now adjourn to the projector and send the warning. I

have a ray upon the torpedo, announcing the destruction by us of their

vessel, and that torpedo will arrive at its destination in less than an

hour. It seems to me that we should make our announcement immediately

after their ruler has received the news of their first defeat."



In the projector, where they were joined by Rovol, Orlon, and several

others of the various "Firsts" of Norlamin, they flashed out to the

flying torpedo, and Seaton grinned at Crane as their fifth-order carrier

beam went through the far-flung detector screens of the Fenachrone

without setting up the slightest reaction. In the wake of that speeding

messenger they flew through a warm, foggy, dense atmosphere, through a

receiving trap in the wall of a gigantic conical structure, and on into

the telegraph room. They saw the operator remove spools of tape from the

torpedo and attach them to a magnetic sender--heard him speak.



"Pardon, your majesty--we have just received a first-degree emergency

torpedo from flagship Y427W of fleet 42. In readiness."



"Put it on, here in the council chamber," a deep voice snapped.



"If he's broadcasting it, we're in for a spell of hunting," Seaton

remarked. "Nope, he's putting it on a tight beam--that's fine, we can

chase it up," and with a narrow detector beam he traced the invisible

transmission beam into the council room.



"'Sfunny. This place seems awfully familiar--I'd swear I'd seen it

before, lots of times--seems like I've been in it, more than once,"

Seaton remarked, puzzled, as he looked around the somber room, with its

dull, paneled metal walls covered with charts, maps, screens, and

speakers; and with its low, massive furniture. "Oh, sure, I'm familiar

with it from studying the brain of that Fenachrone captain. Well, while

His Nibs is absorbing the bad news, we'll go over this once more. You,

Carfon, having the biggest voice of any of us ever heard uttering

intelligible language, are to give the speech. You know about what to

say. When I say 'go ahead' do your stuff. Now, everybody else, listen.

While he's talking I've got to have audio waves heterodyned both ways in

the circuit, and they'll be able to hear any noise any of us make--so

all of us except Carfon want to keep absolutely quiet, no matter what

happens or what we see. As soon as he's done I'll cut off the audio

sending and say something to let you all know we're off the air. Got

it?"



"One point has occurred to me about handling the warning," boomed

Carfon. "If it should be delivered from apparently empty air, directly

at those we wish to address, it would give the enemy an insight into our

methods, which might be undesirable."



"H--m--m. Never thought of that ... it sure would, and it would be

undesirable," agreed Seaton. "Let's see ... we can get away from that by

broadcasting it. They have a very complete system of speakers, but no

matter how many private-band speakers a man may have, he always has one

on the general wave, which is used for very important announcements of

wide interest. I'll broadcast you on that wave, so that every

general-wave speaker on the planet will be energized. That way, it'll

look as if we're shooting from a distance. You might talk accordingly."



"If we have a minute more, there's something I would like to ask,"

Dunark broke the ensuing silence. "Here we are, seeing everything that

is happening there. Walls, planets, even suns, do not bar our vision,

because of the fifth-order carrier wave. I understand that, partially.

But how can we see anything there? I always thought that I knew

something about rays, but I see that I do not. The light-rays must be

released, or deheterodyned, close to the object viewed, with nothing

opaque to light intervening. They must then be reflected from the object

seen, must be gathered together, again heterodyned upon the fifth-order

carrier, and retransmitted back to us. And there is neither receiver nor

transmitter at the other end. How can you do all that from our end?"



"We don't," Seaton assured him. "At the other end there are all the

things you mentioned, and a lot more besides. Our secondary projector

out there is composed of forces, visible or invisible, as we please.

Part of those forces comprise the receiving, viewing, and sending

instruments. They are not material, it is true, but they are

nevertheless fully as actual, and far more efficient, than any other

system of radio, television, or telephone in existence anywhere else. It

is force, you know, that makes radio or television work--the actual

copper, insulation, and other matter serve only to guide and to control

the various forces employed. The Norlaminian scientists have found out

how to direct and control pure forces without using the cumbersome and

hindering material substance...."



He broke off as the record from the torpedo stopped suddenly and the

operator's voice came through a speaker.



"General Fenimol! Scoutship K3296, patrolling the detector zone, wishes

to give you an urgent emergency report. I told them that you were in

council with the Emperor, and they instructed me to interrupt it, no

matter how important the council may be. They have on board a survivor

of the Y427W, and have captured and killed two men of the same race as

those who destroyed our vessel. They say that you will want their report

without an instant's delay."



"We do!" barked the general, at a sign from his ruler. "Put it on here.

Run the rest of the torpedo report immediately afterward."



In the projector, Seaton stared at Crane a moment, then a light of

understanding spread over his features.



"DuQuesne, of course--I'll bet a hat no other Terrestrial is this far

from home. I can't help feeling sorry for the poor devil--he's a darn

good man gone wrong--but we'd have had to kill him ourselves before we

got done with him; so it's probably as well they got him. Pin your ears

back, everybody, and watch close--we want to get this, all of it."