Since their discovery that the jelly formation was caused by the tiny
animalcules fusing themselves into one organism, Gerrod had thought
of searing the edge of the silvery mass with a hot flame. The heat
had baked and killed the animalcules for a distance of some two or
three inches into the mass, and he had hoped that by that means
their growth might be stopped. They had simply absorbed the seared
portion into themselves as food, however, and grown on outward as
before. Their means of reproduction made such a proceeding perfectly
possible. Under favorable conditions of moisture and food, each of
the animalcules multiplied itself by as many times as the number of
tentacles it possessed. The animals themselves were tiny, jellylike
creatures incased in a spherical, silicious shell from dozens of holes
in which fat, restless tentacles protruded. Normally the tentacles
provided the microscopic creature with the means of securing its food.
Gerrod had discovered now that it was by those tentacles that they
reproduced. One of the tentacles began to swell and grow a round spot
at the tip. A shimmering, silvery shell appeared around the swollen
portion. Within an hour from the appearance of the shimmer that
showed that the protecting shell had been formed tiny, fat, jellylike
tentacles protruded themselves from openings in the newly formed shell.
With almost incredible rapidity the creature grew to the size of its
single parent. Then the connecting tentacles snapped and a new silvery
animalcule prepared to reproduce in its turn.
"And Davis is just as oblivious of the Silver Menace as if it did not
exist," remarked Gerrod suddenly some time later, apropos of nothing.
Evelyn smiled indulgently and did not answer. She was trying to find
if it were not possible that upon exhaustion of the food supply the
animalcules would attack each other and so destroy themselves. She had
sealed up small quantities of the evil-smelling jelly in test tubes
where they could not possibly find fresh supplies of food. When the
available nourishment was exhausted, however, they simply joined their
tentacles and remained absolutely at rest, their tiny forms immobile.
They did not starve, because they were using up no energy in movement.
She had kept some of them for over a week in just this state of
inactivity, but on being supplied with fresh water they resumed their
interrupted multiplication with feverish energy.
On the beaches the slimy, silvery menace lay in absolute repose.
No tremor of waves disturbed its placidity. The whole sea as far as
the eye could reach was a mass of utterly quiet silver, reflecting
perfectly the cloudless sky. Only at the edges of the mass was
any movement visible, and that movement was a slow but inexorably
sure creeping inland. Whole colonies of houses were garbed in the
glistening, shining horror, and the jellylike stuff filled the roads
between. And over all hung the foul, musklike odor as of slime dredged
up from the bottom of the ocean.
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