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Then he signed off and switched the radio receiver to the loud speaker
before returning to the pilot's seat.
Bart tuned in on the various broadcasters as they resumed their
programs, finally settling on WOR, Newark, whose announcer was
reading the strange message to his radio public with appropriate
comment. A crime and an outrage he called it, an affront to the
industry and to the public. An insult to the government of the United
States. But wait! A telephone call had just been received at the
station from the village of Sloatesburg. A reputable citizen of that
town had reported the red growth at the edge of the State road--huge
red earthworms wriggling across the concrete. Another call, and
another! The announcer's voice was rising hysterically.
"It _did_ work, Bart," Van exulted. "Now the hell starts popping."
* * * * *
Governor Perkins met them in person when they arrived at the Municipal
Airport in Albany. A great crowd had gathered in the shadows outside
the brilliance of the flood lights, and a police escort rushed them to
the governor's private car.
"Here's where you go to the Bastille for socking that cop," Van
observed. His spirits had risen appreciably since that successful S.
O. S. call.
But the governor was in a serious mood, as they made their way toward
the executive mansion through the milling crowds that lined the hilly
streets of the capital city of New York State. Proofs had not been
lacking of the truth of Bill Petersen's radio warning. Already the
spreading red death had covered a circle some eight miles in diameter,
covering farm lands and destroying the crops, blocking the roads and
trapping many on the streets and in their homes in nearby towns. More
than a hundred had lost their lives, and thousands were fleeing the
threatened area. The country was in an uproar.
"Gentlemen," the governor said, when they had reached the privacy of
his chambers, "this is a serious matter, and no time must be lost in
dealing with it. Nevertheless, I want you, Mr. Vanderventer, to tell
your story of the thing to me and to the radio system of the United
States Secret Service. The President himself will be listening, as
will the chief executives of most of the states. Hold nothing back, as
the fate of our people is at stake."
* * * * *
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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