Any lingering doubt that might have remained in his still befuddled
brain as to whether or not he were still on board the _Gomeisa_ was
driven away as he caught his first glimpse through the grille. It
opened--or would have opened had it been unlocked--onto a corridor
which extended in two directions as far as the doctor's limited view
could reach. The hallway was about thirty feet square, but there
its orthodox characteristics terminated. It had been built with a
sublime disregard for any possible preferred "up" or "down" direction.
Hatches opened into all four sides; those opposite Little's station
were circular, like his own, while those in the "side" walls were
rectangular. From a point beside each opening, a solidly braced metal
ladder extended to the center of the corridor, where it joined a heavy
central pillar plentifully supplied with grips for climbing. Everything
was made of the copperlike material, and the only light came from the
orange-glow tubes set in the corners of the corridor.
* * * * *
Dr. Little maintained his position for several minutes, looking and
listening; but no sound reached his ears, and he could perceive nothing
through the gratings which covered the other hatchways. He also gave a
few moments' attention to the lock on his own grating, which evidently
was operated from either side; but it was designed to be opened by a
complicated key, and the doctor had no instruments for examining its
interior. With a sigh he hooked one arm about a bar of the grating and
relaxed, trying to reason out the chain of events which had led up to
these peculiar circumstances.
The _Gomeisa_ had been a heavy cruiser, quite capable of putting up a
stiff defense to any conceivable attack. Certainly no assault could
have been so sudden and complete that the enemy would be in a position
to use hand weapons on the crew before an alarm was raised--the idea
was absurd; and fixed mount projectors of any type would have left
more of a mark on the doctor than he could find at this moment.
Furthermore, the ship had been, at the last time of which Little had
clear recollection, crossing the relatively empty gulf between the
Galaxy proper and the Greater Magellanic Cloud--a most unpropitious
place for a surprise attack. The star density in that region is of the
order of one per eight thousand cubic parsecs, leaving a practically
clear field for detector operations. No, an attack did not seem
possible; and yet Little had been deprived of consciousness without
warning, had been removed from the _Gomeisa_ in that state, and had
awakened within a sleeping bag which showed too plainly the fact that
part, at least, of the cruiser had been open to space for some time.
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