The Devolutionist and the EmancipatrixFlint, Homer Eon
Science
The Devolutionist and the Emancipatrix
Flint, Homer Eon
Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction
Shouts, muffled and faint because of the ship's double windows,
sounded from outside. Reblong saw the sheds sinking rapidly below
him. In thirty seconds the vessel was free of the dock.
"First gear ahead," came the signal; and again Reblong obeyed.
Practically he had no choice. Another man, of nobler training, might
have preferred to be loyal at all costs. But Reblong, the
representative Capellan workman, saw the lights of the sheds shift
slowly to the rear, then go out of sight as the speed increased. He
saw one or two fliers preparing to pursue, but he knew that the
cruiser would easily outstrip the best of them.
The Cobulus had got clear away!
It was an hour later that the four, this time through the doctor and
young Ernol, learned the sequel to Fort's daring feat. The boy was
alone in his cell, awake in the darkness, when one of the guards
marched up to his door and unlocked it.
"Come out," he ordered; and Ernol preceded him down the corridor, up
a flight of stairs, through another corridor and thence into the
exercise grounds. On the other side of this was a small building,
with no opening save one door, now bright with light. Inside, Ernol
found the other men who had been arrested with him, closely watched
by a dozen of the prison guards. His father was not there;
apparently they were waiting for him to be brought.
"It worked all right," whispered the man at Ernol's right, as the
boy was lined up. Ernol only nodded slightly, keeping his eyes fixed
upon the door. A moment later, the elder Ernol arrived, accompanied
by a man whom the doctor instantly recognized.
It was Eklan Norbith, the man whose infernally ingenious use of the
clock's pendulum had wrung the truth about the secret photographs
from the boy's father. He looked even more cruel and repellant now,
than he had that night on the couch. Apparently quite recovered, he
made a truly forbidding figure.
He had evidently been sent for by the warden; for, with a slow,
malignant stare at the row of prisoners, he stated the case in his
heavy, ominous tones:
"You are all supposed to know the rules. One of you has been
smuggling drugs into the prison; we have found specimens in each
cell. It only remains to learn which of you is the guilty party; and
that, I propose to uncover within one minute!"
He paused, and glared around again. The stillness was unbroken for a
moment; then one prisoner coughed nervously. This started half the
rest to doing the same; and under cover of the noise, Ernol
whispered to the man on his right:
"No sight of him yet! I'm afraid you showed the drug too soon."
"I waited until I heard the clock strike," protested the other; and
then both stood on their guard as the commission's deputy went on
with his arraignment:
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