Science fiction; Speculative fiction; United States -- Politics and government -- Fiction
“Yes, I know,” answered Dean, “but long before they can even reach
their ships, we will have disappeared from view. We are at least fast
enough for that and don’t forget that we leave no trail behind us.”
Up and up they rose until they were invisible to anything upon the
surface of the earth. Onward they sped, and no pursuing form appearing
behind them, they realized that they had indeed escaped. For an hour or
more they held on thus and at last Dean spoke.
“I have been keeping entirely away from our proper course,” he said,
“as in that manner I thought we should be less likely to be in the
line of pursuit, if indeed a pursuit be attempted at all. I feel that
we are quite safe from that now and I had best lay the course for the
palace, I suppose?”
“I should think that would be the right thing to do,” assented Mortimer.
“But first,” said Dean, “in case of any possible further mishap, I
think it would be well for us to open up communication with Kearns and
send him a message. Don’t you think it is time that he had one?”
“Decidedly,” answered Mortimer. “An excellent idea. But can you do it?
Remember the instrument is in his room in the Chancellerie and the
windows of that room face South, while we are now due North.”
“Quite so,” answered Dean, “but the instrument in that room is
connected with one on the roof of the Palace, so that at this altitude
I can operate from all four points of the compass.”
Dean brought the air-ship to a standstill and allowed it to drift in
the air currents. Then he applied himself to the aërestograph.
Silently Mortimer sat awaiting results. Presently Dean laid aside the
instrument and turned to Mortimer.
“He does not make any response,” he said. “He is probably away from the
instrument. We must try again later.”
Dean again started the air-ship and for half an hour they kept on their
course. Then Dean again stopped and gave the aërestograph a further
trial.
“Ah!” he exclaimed immediately, a pleased expression coming into his
face; “now we have him!”
Dean operated the instrument for a minute or more and then was occupied
for quite some time in the reception of the reply. Kearns, thought
Mortimer, was evidently either not a very rapid or very accurate
operator, or else the reply must be of some length. At last it was over
and Dean sent back a brief answer.
“Very curious!” he muttered, laying aside the instrument.
“What is very curious?” questioned Mortimer.
“The reply to our message.”
“What was it?”
“First let me give you what I sent,” said Dean. “It was this: ‘We have
been prisoners, but have escaped. We are returning with big news and
fullest information.’”
“Yes, yes,” replied Mortimer; “that would seem to cover the ground very
nicely. And the answer?”
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