AND THERE WAS LIGHT By Lester del Rey (author of "Mind of Tomorrow") When the enemy believes the worst of you, they won't settle for anything except the worst! Volcek believed his weapon would be humane, and less destructive than the dreaded fusion bombs. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Future combined with Science Fiction Stories July 1951. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Stefanie was still white and weak, but the worry on her face had nothing to do with her recent sickness as she rushed about the small, crudely furnished apartment, trying to appear normal. Johann Volcek studied his young wife, worrying more about her than the meeting for the moment. If the child had only lived.... Then he smiled a bit ironically, before letting his mind come up with the old palliatives. There'd be other children for him and Stefanie--and for this half of the world. The other half would simply have to suffer painlessly through a generation, for the good of the whole world. "But the Director, Johann...." Stefanie's voice was on the thinnest edge of hysteria. "Johann, to our place! If I'd known, I could have made curtains, at least. And can you be sure...." "It isn't suspicion, radost moya," he assured her quickly. "I told you the Director trusts me--he has to. And he simply wants to see you. You know he's a family man himself." But he let her work, fussing about the place, refilling his coffee, brushing an imaginary speck of dust off his coat. The doctor had told him that work was best for her--anything to get her mind off the lost child until there could be others. And the Director may have been a better distraction than any of the others, aside from the flattery of it. Then the telephone on the wall rang sharply, and he answered it, smiling back at her. "Volcek." "Good, Johann." It was the Director's Secretary of Science, Jean Petrecci and Volcek's sponsor. "We shall be there soon--and it's a beautiful day for the test, not so?" Johann agreed quickly, though he had not yet had time to look through the windows even, with Stefanie's worry over the visit of the Director. But as he looked out now, he saw that it was a good day, clear, with only thin wisps of cloud in the sky. Then, in the street below, there was a stirring, first of big cars, and then the shouts of the people. It was silenced, and the creaking elevator began to thump upwards. Stefanie made a last frantic dash into the bedroom, brushing nervously at her hair, and came out just as the knock sounded. Johann had been right--the Director must have trusted him, since the big man had come up with only three of his guards, and now came thrusting his broad shoulders in, his greyed head not even darting about the room, his eyes leading him toward the Volceks.