Their first efforts were rewarded by the faint sound of a woman’s voice
and a dim vision of the beautiful girl seen on two previous occasions.
Almost as soon as it began to appear, the image was blotted from the
disc, and from then on until early morning, when the three tired men
relinquished their unsuccessful attempt, they were rewarded only by
blackness and a faint rumbling sound which greatly resembled distant
thunder.
“Looks as if P’an-ku had severed diplomatic relations,” said Roger,
rising from his seat at the recorder and stretching his cramped limbs.
“I’m afraid you are right,” replied the professor, leaning his placard
against a chair.
“We’ll try again, and keep on trying,” said Ted. “The Lunites should be
amenable to reason if we can get the message through.”
Try they did, the following night, and each night thereafter for nearly
two weeks. The results were only darkness, and the distant thunderous
rumbling. Even the image of the girl had failed to appear for so much as
a fraction of a second.
When the efforts of the last night had proved unavailing, Ted threw off
the switch and rose with a look of grim determination.
“We must face the facts,” he said. “War is inevitable unless P’an-ku can
be reached and influenced by a specific message. It will take two more
weeks at the very least, to complete our large interplanetary vehicle.
By that time the war will undoubtedly be in full progress.”
“What do you propose to do about it?” asked the professor.
“I will take the message in person,” replied Ted.
“How?” chorused his two surprised companions in unison.
“Come with me and I’ll show you, but you must preserve absolute
secrecy.”
VII. PERILOUS JOURNEY
Ted led Roger and the professor through a side door, and out onto the
roof, which was illuminated by the silvery glory of the moon. A watchman
challenged them, then saluted respectfully as he recognized his
employer.
As they passed the hangars of Ted’s fleet of electroplanes, more
watchmen challenged and saluted.
Beyond this, they came to a square shed of steel, the heavy metal door
of which Ted unlocked with a key taken from his pocket. As his two
companions entered he closed the door after them, then pressed a light
switch.
“Here is my secret,” he said. “Isn’t she a little beauty?”
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