First Lensman E. E. Smith (superbooks4u txt) 📖

look⁠—with his eyes⁠—for Northrop. Nevertheless, just south of the third dock, the two young couples met.

“My cousin, Grace James,” Northrop said, without a tremor or a quiver. “Wild Willi Borden, Grace⁠—usually called Baldy on account of his hair.”

The girls were introduced; each vouchsafing the other a completely meaningless smile and a colorlessly conventional word of greeting. Were they, in fact as in seeming, total strangers? Or were they in fact working together as closely as were the two young Lensmen themselves? If that was acting, it was a beautiful job; neither man could detect the slightest flaw in the performance of either girl.

“Whither away, pilot?” Jack allowed no lapse of time. “You know all the places around here. Lead us to a good one.”

“This way, my old and fragrant fruit.” Northrop led off with a flourish, and again Jack tensed. The walk led straight past the third-class, apparently deserted dock of which a certain ultra-fast vessel was the only occupant. If nothing happened for fifteen more seconds.⁠ ⁠…

Nothing did. The laughing, chattering four came abreast of the portal. The door swung open and the Lensmen went into action.

They did not like to strong-arm women, but speed was their first consideration, with safety a close second; and it is impossible for a man to make speed while carrying a conscious, lithe, strong, heavily-armed woman in such a position that she cannot use fists, feet, teeth, gun or knife. An unconscious woman, on the other hand, can be carried easily and safely enough. Therefore Jack spun his partner around, forced both of her hands into one of his. The free hand flashed upward toward the neck; a hard finger pressed unerringly against a nerve; the girl went limp. The two victims were hustled aboard and the spaceship, surrounded now by full-coverage screen, took off.

Kinnison paid no attention to ship or course; orders had been given long since and would be carried out. Instead, he lowered his burden to the floor, spread her out flat, and sought out and removed item after item of wiring, apparatus, and offensive and defensive armament. He did not undress her⁠—quite⁠—but he made completely certain that the only weapons left to the young lady were those with which Nature had endowed her. And, Northrop having taken care of his alleged cousin with equal thoroughness, the small-arms were sent out and both doors of the room were securely locked.

“Now, Hellcat Hazel DeForce,” Kinnison said, conversationally, “You can snap out of it any time⁠—you’ve been back to normal for at least two minutes. You’ve found out that your famous sex-appeal won’t work. There’s nothing loose you can grab, and you’re too smart an operator to tackle me barehanded. Who’s the captain of your team⁠—you or the clotheshorse?”

“Clotheshorse!” the statuesque brunette exclaimed, but her protests were drowned out. The blonde could⁠—and did⁠—talk louder, faster, and rougher.

“Do you think you can get away with this?” she demanded. “Why, you⁠ ⁠…” and the unexpurgated, trenchant, brilliantly detailed characterization could have seared its way through four-ply asbestos. “And just what do you think you’re going to do with me?”

“As to the first, I think so,” Kinnison replied, ignoring the deep-space verbiage. “As to the second⁠—as of now I don’t know. What would you do if our situations were reversed?”

“I’d blast you to a cinder⁠—or else take a knife and.⁠ ⁠…”

“Hazel!” the brunette cautioned sharply. “Careful! You’ll touch them off and they’ll.⁠ ⁠…”

“Shut up, Jane! They won’t hurt us any more than they have already; it’s psychologically impossible. Isn’t that true, copper?” Hazel lighted a cigarette, inhaled deeply, and blew a cloud of smoke at Kinnison’s face.

“Pretty much so, I guess,” the Lensman admitted, frankly enough, “but we can put you away for the rest of your lives.”

“Space-happy? Or do you think I am?” she sneered. “What would you use for a case? We’re as safe as if we were in God’s pocket. And besides, our positions will be reversed pretty quick. You may not know it, but the fastest ships in space are chasing us, right now.”

“For once you’re wrong. We’ve got plenty of legs ourselves and we’re blasting for rendezvous with a task-force. But enough of this chatter. I want to know what job you’re on and why you picked on us. Give.”

“Oh, does ’oo?” Hazel cooed, venomously. “Come and sit on mama’s lap, itty bitty soldier boy, and she’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Both Lensmen probed, then, with everything they had, but learned nothing of value. The women did not know what the Patrolmen were trying to do, but they were so intensely hostile that their mental blocks, unconscious although they were, were as effective as full-driven thought screens against the most insidious approaches the men could make.

“Anything in their handbags, Mase?” Jack asked, finally.

“I’ll look.⁠ ⁠… Nothing much⁠—just this,” and the very tonelessness of Northrop’s voice made Jack look up quickly.

“Just a letter from the boyfriend.” Hazel shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing hot⁠—not even warm⁠—go ahead and read it.”

“Not interested in what it says, but it might be smart to develop it, envelope and all, for invisible ink and whatnot.” He did so, deeming it a worthwhile expenditure of time. He already knew what the hidden message was; but no one not of the Patrol should know that no transmission of intelligence, however coded or garbled or disguised or by whatever means sent, could be concealed from any wearer of Arisia’s Lens.

“Listen, Hazel,” Kinnison said, holding up the now slightly stained paper. “ ‘Three six two’⁠—that’s you, I suppose, and you’re the squad leader⁠—‘Men mentioned previously being investigated stop assign three nine eight’⁠—that must be you, Jane⁠—‘and make acquaintance stop if no further instructions received by eighteen hundred hours liquidate immediately stop party one.’ ”

The blond operative lost for the first time her brazen control. “Why⁠ ⁠… that code is unbreakable!” she gasped.

“Wrong again, Gentle Alice. Some of us are specialists.” He directed a thought at Northrop. “This changes things slightly, Mase. I was going to turn them loose, but now I don’t know. Better we take it