He nodded. That was probably the best way to employ them, within the existing situation. The trouble was, Them M"zangwe was incurably tactical-minded. Put those geeks of Yoorkerk"s in with the Kragans and they"d be most useful in conquering Konkrook, but the trouble was that, after a.s.sociating with Kragans, they might develop into reasonably good troops themselves, to the undesired improvement of King Yoorkerk"s army. On the other hand maybe not. Keep them in Company service long enough, and they might want to forget about Yoorkerk and stay there.

"How"s the situation over in town?" he asked.

"Well, it"s slowing up, since we began pulling contragravity out," she told him, "but the geeks are breaking up rapidly.... Oh, there was something funny about that ha.s.sle, last evening, when the _Procyon_ came in. Two contragravity vehicles, an aircar and an air-lorry, that went out to meet the ship, are unaccounted for."

"You mean two of our vehicles are missing?"

She shook her head, frowning in perplexity. "Well, no. All the vehicles that answered that unidentified-aircraft alert returned, but there were these two that went out that we haven"t any record of.

Colonel Grinell is investigating, but he can"t find out anything...."

"Tell him not to waste any more time," he said. "Those two were probably geeks from Konkrook. You know, that"s how the von Schlichten family got out of Germany, in the Year Three--flew a bomber to Spain.

The Konkrook war-criminals are getting out before the Army of Occupation moves in."

"Well, the posts at the old Kragan castles report some contragravity, and parties riding "saurs, moving west from the city," she told him.

"There are a lot of refugees on the roads. And combat reports from Konkrook agree that resistance is getting weaker every hour.... And the supra-atmosphere observation-craft--they"re beginning to call her the _Sky-Spy_--is up a hundred and fifty miles over Keegark. We have radar and vision screens and telemetered radiation and other detectors here, tuned to her. They"re installing a similar set on the _Northern Lights_ at the shipyard. By the way, Air-Commodore Hargreaves wants to know if he can take a pair of 155-mm rifles from the Channel Battery and mount them on the _Lights_."

"Yes, of course, he can have anything he wants, as long as it isn"t urgently needed for the bomb project."

"_Sky-Spy_ reports normal contragravity traffic between Keegark and the farming-villages around--aircars, lorries, a few scows--but nothing suspicious. No trace of either of the Boer-cla.s.s ships.

Kankad"s people are building receiving sets to install on the _Procyon_ and the _Aldebaran_, and another set for Kankad"s Town.

Pickering and his people are still working, but they all look pretty frustrated. They have Major Thornton, at the ammunition plant, doing experimental work on chemical-explosive charges to bring the subcritical ma.s.ses together and hold them together till an explosion can be produced; they"re using most of the skilled electrical and electronics people to work up a detonating device. That"s why Kankad"s people are doing most of the detection-device work. Hargreaves is fitting a lot of small craft-- combat-cars and civilian aircars--with radar sets, to use for patrolling."

"That sounds good," von Schlichten said. "I"ll be around and see how things are, after I"ve had some breakfast."

He had breakfast at the main cafeteria, four floors down; there wasn"t as much laughing and talking as usual, but the crowd there seemed in good spirits. He spent some time at headquarters, watching Keegark by TV and radar. So far, nothing had been done about direct reconnaissance over Keegark with radiation-detectors, but Hargreaves reported that a couple of privately owned aircars were being fitted for the job.

He made a flying inspection trip around the island, and visited the farms south of the city, on the mainland, and, finally, made a sweep in the command-car over the city itself. Reconnaissance in person was an archaic and unprogressive procedure, and it was a good way to get generals killed, but one could see a lot of things that would be missed on TV. He let down several times in areas that had already been taken, and talked to company and platoon officers. For one thing, King Yoorkerk"s flamboyantly named regiments weren"t quite as bad as Paula had thought. She"d been spoiled by the Kragans in her appreciation of other native troops. They had good, standard-quality, Volund-made arms; they were brave and capable; and they had been just enough insulted by being integrated into Kragan regiments to try to make a good showing.

By noon, resistance in the city was beginning to cave in. Surrender flags were appearing on one after another of the Konkrookan rebel strong-points, and at 1430, after he had returned to the Island, a delegation, headed by the Konkrookan equivalent of Lord Mayor and composed largely of prominent merchants, came across the channel under a flag of truce to surrender the city"s Spear of State, with abject apologies for not having Gurgurk"s head on the point of it. Gurgurk, they reported, had fled to Keegark by air the night before, which explained the incident of the unaccountable aircar and lorry. The Channel Battery stopped firing, and, with the exception of an occasional spatter of small-arms fire, the city fell silent.

At 1600, von Schlichten visited the headquarters Pickering had set up in the office building at the power-plant. As he stepped off the lift on the third floor, a girl, running down the hall with her arms full of papers in folders, collided with him; the load of papers flew in all directions. He stooped to help her pick them up.

"Oh, general! Isn"t it wonderful?" she cried. "I just can"t believe it!"

"Isn"t what wonderful?" he asked.

"Oh, don"t you know? They"ve got it!"

"Huh? They have?" He gathered up the last of the big envelopes and gave them to her. "When?"

"Just half an hour ago. And to think, those books were around here all the time, and.... Oh, I"ve got to run!" She disappeared into the lift.

Inside the office, one of Pickering"s engineers was sitting on the middle of his spinal column, a stenograph-phone in one hand and a book in the other. Once in a while, he would say something into the mouthpiece of the phone. Two other nuclear engineers had similar books spread out on a desk in front of them; they were making notes and looking up references in the _Nuclear Engineers" Handbook_, and making calculations with their sliderules. There was a huddle around the drafting-boards, where two more such books were in use.

"Well, what"s happened?" he demanded, catching Pickering by the arm as he rushed from one group to another.

"Ha! We have it!" Pickering cried. "Everything we need! Look!"

He had another of the books under his arm. He held it out to von Schlichten, and von Schlichten suddenly felt sicker than he had ever felt since, at the age of fourteen, he had gotten drunk for the first time. He had seen men crack up under intolerable strain before, but this was the first time he had seen a whole roomful of men blow their tops in the same manner.

The book was a novel--a jumbo-size historical novel, of some seven or eight hundred pages. Its dust-jacket bore a slightly-more-than-bust-length picture of a young lady with crimson hair and green eyes and jade earrings and a plunging--not to say power-diving--neckline that left her affiliation with the cla.s.s of Mammalia in no doubt whatever. In the background, a mushroom-topped smoke-column rose, and away from it something intended to be a four-motor propeller-driven bomber of the First Century was racing madly. The t.i.tle, he saw, was _Dire Dawn_, and the author was one Hildegarde Hernandez.

"Well, it has a picture of an A-bomb explosion on it," he agreed.

"It has more than that; it has the whole business. Case specifications, tampers, charge design, detonating device, everything.

Why, the end-papers even have diagrams, copies of the original Nagasaki-bomb drawings. Look."

Von Schlichten looked. He had no more than the average intelligent layman"s knowledge of nuclear physics--enough to recharge or repair a conversion-unit--but the drawings looked authentic enough. They seemed to be copies of ancient blueprints, lettered in First Century English, with Lingua Terra translations added, and marked TOP SECRET and U.S.

ARMY CORPS OF ENGINEERS and MANHATTAN ENGINEERING DISTRICT.

"And look at this!" Pickering opened at a marked page and showed it to him. "And this!" He opened where another slip of paper had been inserted. "Everything we want to know, practically."

"I don"t get this." He wasn"t sick, anymore, just bewildered. "I read some reviews of this thing. All the reviewers panned h.e.l.l out of it--"World War II Through a Bedroom Keyhole"; "Henty in Black Lace Panties"--that sort of thing."

"Yeh, yeh, sure," Pickering agreed. "But this Hernandez had illusions of being a great serious historical novelist, see. She won"t try to write a book till she"s put in years of research--actually, about six months" research by a herd of librarians and college-juniors and other such literary coolies--and she boasts that she never yet has been caught in an error of historical background detail.

"Well, this opus is about the old Manhattan Project. The heroine is a sort of super-Mata-Hari, who is, alternately and sometimes simultaneously, in the pay of the n.a.z.is, the Soviets, the Vatican, Chiang Kai-Shek, the j.a.panese Emperor, and the Jewish International Bankers, and she sleeps with everybody but Joe Stalin and Mao Tse-tung, and of course, she is in on every step of the A-bomb project. She even manages to stow away on the _Enola Gay_, with the help of a general she"s spent fifty incandescent pages seducing.

"In order to tool up for this production-job, La Hernandez did her researching just where Lourenco Gomes probably did his--University of Montevideo Library. She even had access to the photostats of the old U.S. data that General Lanningham brought to South America after the debacle in the United States in A.E. 114. Those end-papers are part of the Lanningham stuff. As far as we"ve been able to check mathematically, everything is strictly authentic and practical. We"ll have to run a few more tests on the chemical-explosive charges--we don"t have any data on the exact strength of the explosives they used then--and the tampers and detonating device will need to be tested a little. But in about half an hour, we ought to be able to start drawing plans for the case, and as soon as they"re finished, we"ll rush them to the shipyard foundries for casting."

Von Schlichten handed the book back to Pickering, and sighed deeply.

"And I thought everybody here had gone off his rocker," he said. "We will erect, on the ruins of Keegark, a hundred-foot statue of Senorita Hildegarde Hernandez.... How did you get onto this?"

Pickering pointed to a young man with dull brick colored hair, who was punching out some kind of a problem on a small computing machine.

"Piet van Reenen, over there, he has a girl-friend whose taste runs to this sort of literary bubble-gum. She told him it was all in a book she"d just read, and showed him. We descended in force on the bookshop and grabbed every copy in stock. We are now running a sort of gaseous-diffusion process, to separate the nuclear physics from the p.o.r.nography. I must say, Hildegarde has her biological data very well in hand, too."

"I"ll bet she"d have fun writing a novel about these geeks," von Schlichten said. "Well, how soon do you think you can have a bomb ready for us?"

"Casting the cases is going to slow us down the most," Pickering said.

"But, even with that, we ought to have one ready in three days, at the most. By two weeks, we"ll be turning them out on an a.s.sembly-line."

"I hope we don"t need more than one. But you"d better produce at least half a dozen. And have some practice-bombs made up, out of concrete or anything, as long as they"re the right weight and airfoil and have some way of releasing smoke. Get them done as soon as you have your case designed. We want to be able to make a couple of practice drops."

There was no use, he thought, of raising hopes which might prove premature. He told Paula Quinton, of course, and Themistocles M"zangwe, and, by telecast on sealed beam, King Kankad and Air-Commodore Hargreaves. Beyond that, there was nothing to do but wait, and hope that Hargreaves could keep Orgzild"s bombers away from Gongonk Island and Kankad"s Town and that Hildegarde Hernandez had been playing fair with her public. He visited the city, where a few pockets of diehard resistance were being liquidated, and where everybody who had not been too deeply and publicly involved in the _znidd suddabit_ conspiracy was now coming forward and claiming to have been a lifelong friend of the Terrans and the Company. Von Schlichten returned to Gongonk Island, debating with himself whether to declare a general amnesty or to set up a dozen guillotines in the city and run them around the clock for a week. There were cogent arguments for and against either procedure.

By 2100, the last organized resistance had been wiped out, and curfew had been imposed, and peace of a sort restored. There was still the threat from Keegark, but it was looking less ominous now than it had the evening before. Von Schlichten and Paula were having dinner in the Broadway Room, confident that there was nothing left to do that they could do anything about, when the extension phone that had been plugged in at their table rang.

"Colonel Quinton here," Paula identified herself into it, and listened for a moment. "There has? When?... Well, where did it come from?... I see. And the direction?... Anything else?"

Apparently there was nothing else. She hung up, and turned to von Schlichten.

"The _Sky-Spy_ just detected a ship lifting out from Keegark, presumed one of the Boer-cla.s.s freighters, either the _Jan s.m.u.ts_ or the _Oom Paul Kruger_. It was first picked up on contragravity at about a hundred feet, rising vertically from near the Palace. The supposition is the geeks had her camouflaged since the time Commander Prinsloo first bombarded Keegark with the _Aldebaran_. That was about twenty minutes ago; at last report, she"s fifty miles north of Keegark, headed up the Hoork River."

Von Schlichten started thinking aloud: "That could be a feint, to draw our ships north after her, and leave the approach to Konkrook or Kankad"s open, but that would be presuming that they know about the _Sky-Spy_, and I doubt that, though not enough to take chances on.

They know we have ground and ship-radar, and they may think they can slip down the Konk Valley either undetected or mistaken for one of our ships from North Uller."

He picked up the phone. "Get me through on telecast to Air-Commodore Hargreaves, aboard the _Procyon_," he said. "I"ll take it in the office; I"ll be up directly." He rose. "Finish your dinner, and have the rest of mine sent up," he told Paula.