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thousands of miles distant from the warring fleets of spaceships so viciously attacking and so stubbornly defending Roger’s planetoid. In the captain’s sanctum Lyman Cleveland crouched tensely above his ultracameras, his sensitive fingers touching lightly their micrometric dials. His body was rigid, his face was set and drawn. Only his eyes moved; flashing back and forth between his instruments and the smoothly-running strands of spring-steel wire upon which were being recorded the frightful scenes of carnage and destruction.

Silent and bitterly absorbed, though surrounded by staring officers whose fervent, almost unconscious cursing was prayerful in its intensity, the visiray expert kept his ultra-instruments upon that awful struggle to its dire conclusion. Flawlessly those instruments noted every detail of the destruction of Roger’s fleet, of the transformation of the armada of Triplanetary into an unknown fluid, and finally of the dissolution of the gigantic planetoid itself. Then furiously Cleveland drove his beam against the crimsonly opaque obscurity into which the peculiar, viscous stream of substance was disappearing. Time after time he applied his every watt of power, with no result. A vast volume of space, roughly ellipsoidal in shape, was closed to him by forces entirely beyond his experience or comprehension. But suddenly, while his rays were still trying to pierce that impenetrable murk, it disappeared instantly and without warning: the illimitable infinity of space once more lay revealed upon his plates and his beams flashed unimpeded through the void.

“Back to Tellus, sir?” The Chicago’s captain broke the strained silence.

“I wouldn’t say so, if I had the say.” Cleveland, baffled and frustrated, straightened up and shut off his cameras. “We should report back as soon as possible, of course, but there seems to be a lot of wreckage out there yet that we can’t photograph in detail at this distance. A close study of it might help us a lot in understanding what they did and how they did it. I’d say that we should get closeups of whatever is left, and do it right away, before it gets scattered all over space; but of course I can’t give you orders.”

“You can, though,” the captain made surprising answer. “My orders are that you are in command of this vessel.”

“In that case we will proceed at full emergency acceleration to investigate the wreckage,” Cleveland replied, and the cruiser⁠—sole survivor of Triplanetary’s supposedly invincible force⁠—shot away with every projector delivering its maximum blast.

As the scene of the disaster was approached there was revealed upon the plates a confused mass of debris; a mass whose individual units were apparently moving at random, yet which was as a whole still following the orbit of Roger’s planetoid. Space was full of machine parts, structural members, furniture, flotsam of all kinds; and everywhere were the bodies of men. Some were encased in spacesuits, and it was to these that the rescuers turned first⁠—space-hardened veterans though the men of the Chicago were, they did not care even to look at the others. Strangely enough, however, not one of the floating figures spoke or moved, and space-line men were hurriedly sent out to investigate.

“All dead.” Quickly the dread report came back. “Been dead a long time. The armor is all stripped off the suits, and all the generators and other apparatus are all shot. Something funny about it, too⁠—none of them seem to have been touched, but the machinery of the suits seems to be about half missing.”

“I’ve got it all on the reels, sir.” Cleveland, his closeup survey of the wreckage finished, turned to the captain. “What they’ve just reported checks up with what I have photographed everywhere. I’ve got an idea of what might have happened, but it’s so new that I’ll have to have some evidence before I’ll believe it myself. You might have them bring in a few of the armored bodies, a couple of those switchboards and panels floating around out there, and half a dozen miscellaneous pieces of junk⁠—the nearest things they get hold of, whatever they happen to be.”

“Then back to Tellus at maximum?”

“Right⁠—back to Tellus, as fast as we can possibly get there.”

While the Chicago hurtled through space at full power, Cleveland and the ranking officers of the vessel grouped themselves about the salvaged wreckage. Familiar with space-wrecks as were they all, none of them had ever seen anything like the material before them. For every part and instrument was weirdly and meaninglessly disintegrated. There were no breaks, no marks of violence, and yet nothing was intact. Bolt-holes stared empty, cores, shielding cases and needles had disappeared, the vital parts of every instrument hung awry, disorganization reigned rampant and supreme.

“I never imagined such a mess,” the captain said, after a long and silent study of the objects. “If you have a theory to cover that, Cleveland, I would like to hear it!”

“I want you to notice something first,” the expert replied. “But don’t look for what’s there⁠—look for what isn’t there.”

“Well, the armor is gone. So are the shielding cases, shafts, spindles, the housings and stems⁠ ⁠
” the captain’s voice died away as his eyes raced over the collection. “Why everything that was made of wood, bakelite, copper, aluminum, silver, bronze, or anything but steel hasn’t been touched, and every bit of that is gone. But that doesn’t make sense⁠—what does it mean?”

“I don’t know⁠—yet,” Cleveland replied, slowly. “But I’m afraid that there’s more, and worse.” He opened a spacesuit reverently, revealing the face; a face calm and peaceful, but utterly, sickeningly white. Still reverently, he made a deep incision in the brawny neck, severing the jugular vein, then went on, soberly:

“You never imagined such a thing as white blood, either, but it all checks up. Someway, somehow, every atom of free or combined iron in this whole volume of space was made off with.”

“Huh? How come? And above all, why?” from the amazed and staring officers.

“You know as much as I do,” grimly, ponderingly. “If it were not for the fact that there are solid asteroids of iron out

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