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Steel Becomes Interested







From: The Skylark Of Space

Dr. Marc DuQuesne was in his laboratory, engaged in a research upon
certain of the rare metals, particularly in regard to their
electrochemical properties. He was a striking figure. Well over six feet
tall, unusually broad-shouldered even for his height, he was plainly a
man of enormous physical strength. His thick, slightly wavy hair was
black. His eyes, only a trifle lighter in shade, were surmounted by
heavy black eyebrows which grew together above his aquiline nose.

Scott strolled into the room, finding DuQuesne leaning over a delicate
electrical instrument, his forbidding but handsome face strangely
illuminated by the ghastly glare of his mercury-vapor arcs.

"Hello, Blackie," Scott began. "I thought it was Seaton in here at
first. A fellow has to see your faces to tell you two apart. Speaking of
Seaton, d'you think that he's quite right?"

"I should say, off-hand, that he was a little out of control last night
and this morning," replied DuQuesne, manipulating connections with his
long, muscular fingers. "I don't think that he's insane, and I don't
believe that he dopes--probably overwork and nervous strain. He'll be
all right in a day or two."

"I think he's a plain nut, myself. That sure was a wild yarn he sprung
on us, wasn't it? His imagination was hitting on all twelve, that's
sure. He seems to believe it himself, though, in spite of making a flat
failure of his demonstration to us this morning. He saved that waste
solution he was working on--what was left of that carboy of platinum
residues after he had recovered all the values, you know--and got them
to put it up at auction this noon. He resigned from the Bureau, and he
and M. Reynolds Crane, that millionaire friend of his, bid it in for ten
cents."

"M. Reynolds Crane?" DuQuesne concealed a start of surprise. "Where does
he come in on this?"

"Oh, they're always together in everything. They've been thicker than
Damon and Pythias for a long time. They play tennis together--they're
doubles champions of the District, you know--and all kinds of things.
Wherever you find one of them you'll usually find the other. Anyway,
after they got the solution Crane took Seaton in his car, and somebody
said they went out to Crane's house. Probably trying to humor him. Well,
ta-ta; I've got a week's work to do yet today."

As Scott left DuQuesne dropped his work and went to his desk, with a new
expression, half of chagrin, half of admiration, on his face. Picking up
his telephone, he called a number.

"Brookings?" he asked, cautiously. "This is DuQuesne. I must see you
immediately. There's something big started that may as well belong to
us.... No, can't say anything over the telephone.... Yes, I'll be right
out."

He left the laboratory and soon was in the private office of the head of
the Washington or "diplomatic" branch, as it was known in certain
circles, of the great World Steel Corporation. Offices and laboratories
were maintained in the city, ostensibly for research work, but in
reality to be near the center of political activity.

"How do you do, Doctor DuQuesne?" Brookings said as he seated his
visitor. "You seem excited."

"Not excited, but in a hurry," DuQuesne replied. "The biggest thing in
history has just broken, and we've got to work fast if we get in on it.
Have you any doubts that I always know what I am talking about?"

"No," answered the other in surprise. "Not the slightest. You are widely
known as an able man. In fact, you have helped this company several
times in various deal--er, in various ways."

"Say it. Brookings. 'Deals' is the right word. This one is going to be
the biggest ever. The beauty of it is that it should be easy--one simple
burglary and an equally simple killing--and won't mean wholesale murder,
as did that...."

"Oh, no, Doctor, not murder. Unavoidable accidents."

"Why not call things by their right names and save breath, as long as
we're alone? I'm not squeamish. But to get down to business. You know
Seaton, of our division, of course. He has been recovering the various
rare metals from all the residues that have accumulated in the Bureau
for years. After separating out all the known metals he had something
left, and thought it was a new element, a metal. In one of his attempts
to get it into the metallic state, a little of its solution fizzed out
and over a copper steam bath or tank, which instantly flew out of the
window like a bullet. It went clear out of sight, out of range of his
binoculars, just that quick." He snapped his fingers under Brookings'
nose. "Now that discovery means such power as the world never dreamed
of. In fact, if Seaton hadn't had all the luck in the world right with
him yesterday, he would have blown half of North America off the map.
Chemists have known for years that all matter contains enormous stores
of intra-atomic energy, but have always considered it 'bound'--that is,
incapable of liberation. Seaton has liberated it."

"And that means?"

"That with the process worked out, the Corporation could furnish power
to the entire world, at very little expense."

* * * * *

A look of scornful unbelief passed over Brookings' face.

"Sneer if you like," DuQuesne continued evenly. "Your ignorance doesn't
change the fact in any particular. Do you know what intra-atomic energy
is?"

"I'm afraid that I don't, exactly."

"Well, it's the force that exists between the ultimate component parts
of matter, if you can understand that. A child ought to. Call in your
chief chemist and ask him what would happen if somebody would liberate
the intra-atomic energy of one hundred pounds of copper."

"Pardon me, Doctor. I didn't presume to doubt you. I will call him in."

He telephoned a request and soon a man in white appeared. In response to
the question he thought for a moment, then smiled slowly.

"If it were done instantaneously it would probably blow the entire world
into a vapor, and might force it clear out of its orbit. If it could be
controlled it would furnish millions of horsepower for a long time. But
it can't be done. The energy is bound. Its liberation is an
impossibility, in the same class with perpetual motion. Is that all, Mr.
Brookings?"

As the chemist left, Brookings turned again to his visitor, with an
apologetic air.

"I don't know anything about these things myself, but Chambers, also an
able man, says that it is impossible."

"As far as he knows, he is right. I should have said the same thing this
morning. But I do know about these things--they're my business--and I
tell you that Seaton has done it."

"This is getting interesting. Did you see it done?"

"No. It was rumored around the Bureau last night that Seaton was going
insane, that he had wrecked a lot of his apparatus and couldn't explain
what had happened. This morning he called a lot of us into his
laboratory, told us what I have just told you, and poured some of his
solution on a copper wire. Nothing happened, and he acted as though he
didn't know what to make of it. The foolish way he acted and the
apparent impossibility of the whole thing, made everybody think him
crazy. I thought so until I learned this afternoon that Mr. Reynolds
Crane is backing him. Then I knew that he had told us just enough of the
truth to let him get away clean with the solution."

"But suppose the man is crazy?" asked Brookings. "He probably is a
monomaniac, really insane on that one thing, from studying it so much."

"Seaton? Yes, he's crazy--like a fox. You never heard of any insanity in
Crane's family, though, did you? You know that he never invests a cent
in anything more risky than Government bonds. You can bet your last
dollar that Seaton showed him the real goods." Then, as a look of
conviction appeared upon the other's face, he continued:

"Don't you understand that the solution was Government property, and he
had to do something to make everybody think it worthless, so that he
could get title to it? That faked demonstration that failed was
certainly a bold stroke--so bold that it was foolhardy. But it worked.
It fooled even me, and I am not usually asleep. The only reason he got
away with it, is, that he has always been such an open-faced talker,
always telling everything he knew.

"He certainly played the fox," he continued, with undisguised
admiration. "Heretofore he has never kept any of his discoveries secret
or tried to make any money out of them, though some of them were worth
millions. He published them as soon as he found them, and somebody else
got the money. Having that reputation, he worked it to make us think him
a nut. He certainly is clever. I take off my hat to him--he's a wonder!"

"And what is your idea? Where do we come in?"

"You come in by getting that solution away from Seaton and Crane, and
furnishing the money to develop the stuff and to build, under my
direction, such a power-plant as the world never saw before."

"Why get that particular solution? Couldn't we buy up some platinum
wastes and refine them?"

"Not a chance," replied the scientist. "We have refined platinum
residues for years, and never found anything like that before. It is my
idea that the stuff, whatever it is, was present in some particular lot
of platinum in considerable quantities as an impurity. Seaton hasn't all
of it there is in the world, of course, but the chance of finding any
more of it without knowing exactly what it is or how it reacts is
extremely slight. Besides, we must have exclusive control. How could we
make any money out of it if Crane operates a rival company and is
satisfied with ten percent profit? No, we must get all of that solution.
Seaton and Crane, or Seaton, at least, must be killed, for if he is left
alive he can find more of the stuff and break our monopoly. I want to
borrow your strong-arm squad tonight, to go and attend to it."

After a few moments' thought, his face set and expressionless, Brookings
said:

"No, Doctor. I do not think that the Corporation would care to go into a
matter of this kind. It is too flagrant a violation of law, and we can
afford to buy it from Seaton after he proves its worth."

* * * * *

"Bah!" snorted DuQuesne. "Don't try that on me, Brookings. You think you
can steal it yourself, and develop it without letting me in on it? You
can't do it. Do you think I am fool enough to tell you all about it,
with facts, figures, and names, if you could get away with it without
me? Hardly! You can steal the solution, but that's all you can do. Your
chemist or the expert you hire will begin experimenting without Seaton's
lucky start, which I have already mentioned, but about which I haven't
gone into any detail. He will have no information whatever, and the
first attempt to do anything with the stuff will blow him and all the
country around him for miles into an impalpable powder. You will lose
your chemist, your solution, and all hope of getting the process. There
are only two men in the United States, or in the world, for that matter,
with brains enough and information enough to work it out. One is
Richard B. Seaton, the other is Marc C. DuQuesne. Seaton certainly won't
handle it for you. Money can't buy him and Crane, and you know it. You
must come to me. If you don't believe that now, you will very shortly,
after you try it alone."

Brookings, caught in his duplicity and half-convinced of the truth of
DuQuesne's statements, still temporized.

"You're modest, aren't you, Doctor?" he asked, smiling.

"Modest? No," said the other calmly. "Modesty never got anybody anything
but praise, and I prefer something more substantial. However, I never
exaggerate or make over-statements, as you should know. What I have said
is merely a statement of fact. Also, let me remind you that I am in a
hurry. The difficulty of getting hold of that solution is growing
greater every minute, and my price is getting higher every second."

"What is your price at the present second?"

"Ten thousand dollars per month during the experimental work; five
million dollars in cash upon the successful operation of the first power
unit, which shall be of not less than ten thousand horsepower; and ten
percent of the profits."

"Oh, come, Doctor, let's be reasonable. You can't mean any such figures
as those."

"I never say anything I don't mean. I have done a lot of dirty work with
you people before, and never got much of anything out of it. You were
always too strong for me; that is, I couldn't force you without exposing
my own crookedness, but now I've got you right where I want you. That's
my price; take it or leave it. If you don't take it now, the first two
of those figures will be doubled when you do come to me. I won't go to
anybody else, though others would be glad to get it on my terms, because
I have a reputation to maintain and you are the only ones who know that
I am crooked. I know that my reputation is safe as long as I work with
you, because I know enough about you to send all you big fellows, clear
down to Perkins, away for life. I also know that that knowledge will not
shorten my days, as I am too valuable a man for you to kill, as you
did...."

"Please, Doctor, don't use such language...."

"Why not?" interrupted DuQuesne, in his cold, level voice. "It's all
true. What do a few lives amount to, as long as they're not yours and
mine? As I said, I can trust you, more or less. You can trust me,
because you know that I can't send you up without going with you.
Therefore, I am going to let you go ahead without me as far as you
can--it won't be far. Do you want me to come in now or later?"

"I'm afraid we can't do business on any such terms as that," said
Brookings, shaking his head. "We can undoubtedly buy the power rights
from Seaton for what you ask."

"You don't fool me for a second, Brookings. Go ahead and steal the
solution, but take my advice and give your chemist only a little of it.
A very little of that stuff will go a long way, and you will want to
have some left when you have to call me in. Make him experiment with
extremely small quantities. I would suggest that he work in the woods at
least a hundred miles from his nearest neighbor, though it matters
nothing to me how many people you kill. That's the only pointer I will
give you--I'm giving it merely to keep you from blowing up the whole
country," he concluded with a grim smile. "Good-bye."

* * * * *

As the door closed behind the cynical scientist, Brookings took a small
gold instrument, very like a watch, from his pocket. He touched a button
and held the machine close to his lips.

"Perkins," he said softly, "M. Reynolds Crane has in his house a bottle
of solution."

"Yes, sir. Can you describe it?"

"Not exactly. It is greenish yellow in color, and I gather that it is in
a small bottle, as there isn't much of the stuff in the world. I don't
know what it smells or tastes like, and I wouldn't advise experimenting
with it, as it seems to be a violent explosive and is probably
poisonous. Any bottle of solution of that color kept in a particularly
safe place would probably be the one. Let me caution you that this is
the biggest thing you have ever been in, and it must not fail. Any
effort to purchase it would be useless, however large a figure were
named. But if the bottle were only partly emptied and filled up with
water, I don't believe anyone would notice the difference, at least for
some time, do you?"

"Probably not, sir. Good-bye."

Next morning, shortly after the office opened, Perkins, whose principal
characteristic was that of absolute noiselessness, glided smoothly into
Brookings' office. Taking a small bottle about half full of a
greenish-yellow liquid from his pocket, he furtively placed it under
some papers upon his superior's desk.

"A man found this last night, sir, and thought it might belong to you.
He said this was a little less than half of it, but that you could have
the rest of it any time you want it."

"Thank you, Perkins, he was right. It is ours. Here's a letter which
just came," handing him an envelope, which rustled as Perkins folded it
into a small compass and thrust it into his vest pocket. "Good morning."

As Perkins slid out, Brookings spoke into his telephone, and soon
Chambers, his chief chemist, appeared.

"Doctor Chambers," Brookings began, showing him the bottle, "I have here
a solution which in some way is capable of liberating the intra-atomic
energy of matter, about which I asked you yesterday. It works on copper.
I would like to have you work out the process for us, if you will."

"What about the man who discovered the process?" asked Chambers, as he
touched the bottle gingerly.

"He is not available. Surely what one chemist can do, others can? You
will not have to work alone. You can hire the biggest men in the line to
help you--expense is no object."

"No, it wouldn't be, if such a process could be worked out. Let me see,
whom can we get? Doctor Seaton is probably the best man in the country
for such a research, but I don't think that we can get him. I tried to
get him to work on the iridium-osmium problem, but he refused."

"We might make an offer big enough to get him."

"No. Don't mention it to him," with a significant look. "He's to know
nothing about it."

"Well, then, how about DuQuesne, who was in here yesterday? He's
probably next to Seaton."

"I took it up with him yesterday. We can't get him, his figures are
entirely out of reason. Aren't there any other men in the country who
know anything? You are a good man, why don't you tackle it yourself?"

"Because I don't know anything about that particular line of research,
and I want to keep on living awhile longer," the chemist replied
bluntly. "There are other good men whom I can get, however. Van
Schravendyck, of our own laboratory, is nearly as good as either Seaton
or DuQuesne. He has done a lot of work on radio-activity and that sort
of thing, and I think he would like to work on it."

"All right. Please get it started without delay. Give him about a
quarter of the solution and have the rest put in the vault. Be sure that
his laboratory is set up far enough away from everything else to avoid
trouble in case of an explosion, and caution him not to work on too much
copper at once. I gather that an ounce or so will be plenty."

* * * * *

The chemist went back to his laboratory and sought his first assistant.

"Van," he began, "Mr. Brookings has been listening to some lunatic who
claims to have solved the mystery of liberating intra-atomic energy."

"That's old stuff," the assistant said, laughing. "That and perpetual
motion are always with us. What did you tell him?"

"I didn't get a chance to tell him anything--he told me. Yesterday, you
know, he asked me what would happen if it could be liberated, and I
answered truthfully that lots of things would happen, and volunteered
the information that it was impossible. Just now he called me in, gave
me this bottle of solution, saying that it contained the answer to the
puzzle, and wanted me to work it out. I told him that it was out of my
line and that I was afraid of it--which I would be if I thought there
was anything in it--but that it was more or less in your line, and he
said to put you on it right away. He also said that expense was no
object; to set up an independent laboratory a hundred miles off in the
woods, to be safe in case of an explosion; and to caution you not to use
too much copper at once--that an ounce or so would be plenty!"

"An ounce! Ten thousand tons of nitroglycerin! I'll say an ounce would
be plenty, if the stuff is any good at all, which of course it isn't.
Queer, isn't it, how the old man would fall for anything like that? How
did he explain the failure of the discoverer to develop it himself?"

"He said the discoverer is not available," answered Chambers with a
laugh. "I'll bet he isn't available--he's back in St. Elizabeth's again
by this time, where he came from. I suggested that we get either Seaton
or DuQuesne of Rare Metals to help us on it, and he said that they had
both refused to touch it, or words to that effect. If those two turned
down a chance to work on a thing as big as this would be, there probably
is nothing in this particular solution that is worth a rap. But what
Brookings says goes, around here, so it's you for the woods. And don't
take any chances, either--it is conceivable that something might
happen."

"Sure it might, but it won't. We'll set up that lab near a good trout
stream, and I'll have a large and juicy vacation. I'll work on the stuff
a little, too--enough to make a good report, at least. I'll analyze it,
find out what is in it, deposit it on some copper, shoot an electrolytic
current through it, and make a lot of wise motions generally, and have a
darn good time besides."





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