The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life by Homer Eon Flint (best mystery novels of all time .TXT) 📖

“If the committeemen are entirely finished with their measurements,” stated the unseen experimenter, “I would like to have the results compared with the recorded figures of Pario Camenol, who was born on the two hundred and fifteenth day of the year twenty-one thousand seven hundred and four.”

Another rest, and Estra said: “They are examining a boy who appears to be about twelve years of age.”

Then came other voices: “As we all know, the craniums of us all are absolutely distinct; as much so as our finger-prints.” “The measurements correspond identically with those of Pario Camenol, beyond a doubt.” “This boy can be none other than Pario.”

“Then,” the high-pitched voice went on, “then notice the formula I have written on this blackboard. Using this solution, I have supplied nourishment to this lad from the hour of his birth. Until a few days ago, I was not satisfied with the results; the patient showed a tiny variation from the allowable subconscious maximum, together with only nine-tenths the required motor reaction.

“But I have corrected this. Briefly, I have incorporated in Pario Camenol’s standard diet certain elements which have hitherto been unsafe to combine. These elements are derivatives of the potash group, for the most part, together with phosphates which need a new classification. Their effect,” impressively, “has been to postpone age indefinitely!”

There must have been a tremendous sensation in that hall. The speaker’s voice shook with excitement as he went on:

“We have sought in vain, friends, for a way to cheat death of his due. We have succeeded in postponing his advent until our average longevity is several times greater than on our neighboring planet. But so far, it has been a mere reprieve.

“What I have done is to prevent age itself. This lad is a hundred and twenty-two years old, mentally, and still only twelve years old, as to body!

“In short, I offer you the fountain of youth itself!”

The speaker paused. There was no comment. Evidently all had been as greatly impressed as the explorers. Then the voice of the man Savarona finished, very deliberately:

“I regret to say that my treatment, despite all that I have been able to do, cannot be adapted to the female constitution. It would be fatal to any but males. I repeat—I can offer eternal youth, absolutely, but only to newborn males!”

This time there was a definite response. From the telephone came a confused murmuring, at which Van Emmon’s face lighted up with delight. The murmuring had an angry sound!

“This is outrageous!” a loud contralto voice was raised above the rest. “You are unethical, Savarona, to announce such a thing before adapting it to both sexes!”

The high-pitched voice replied shortly, and with more than a hint of malice: “If a woman had discovered this, instead of me, I dare say you would have no objections!”

The murmuring grew louder, angrier, more confused. The four from the earth looked at each other in some slight uneasiness. At the same time they noted that Estra, his eyes tightly closed and his fists clenched in the intensity of his concentration, suddenly gave a sigh of relief. Next second he began to speak into the telephone, in a voice so loud as to silence all the clamor.

“Savarona, and the people of Venus! Listen!

“The prophets were right when they said today would witness many great things! I have just learned of another experiment which transcends even that of Savarona!”

An instant’s pause; then: “First let me remind you that we have been doing all we could to elevate our spiritual selves. We are daily trying to eliminate all that is animal, all that is gross and bemeaning in us, even to the extent of reducing the flavors of our foods to the lowest tolerable point. And despite all this, we have not been able to get rid of sex jealousy!

“We still have the beast within us! No matter how pure our love may be, it is always tainted with rivalry! Always the husband and wife are held down by this mutual envy, forever dragging at their heels, constantly holding them back from the lofty heights of spiritual power to which they aspire!”

He paused, and Savarona’s voice broke in, triumphantly: “You are right, Estra! You are right, except you did not mention that this jealousy becomes less and less as one grows older!

“Now, my discovery will put an end to your beast, Estra! My experiments took this lad before he had become a man, and allowed his brain to develop, while his body stopped growing! He is a man in mentality, and an innocent boy in body!

“Estra, I have done the thing you wish! This boy will never know jealousy, because he will never know love!”

The man in the room with the four answered in a flash: “So you have, Savarona, but only for MEN! No female can benefit by what you have done!”

“But I tell you that, within the past few minutes, a child has been born under circumstances which can be repeated at any time, and for any sex!”

“In this case,” the Venusian’s voice changed curiously; “in this case, however, it was a girl; for the mother controlled the sex in the customary manner.” At this, the doctor’s interest became acute. At the same time, the other three felt a tremendous, inexplicable thrill.

“Friends”—and Extra’s face shone in his enthusiasm—“friends, for the first time in creation the human male germ has been dispensed with! The intellect has done what the laboratory could not do!

“I have the honor to announce that my sister, Amra, has just given birth”—his voice fairly rang—“has just given birth to a girl baby, whose only father was her mother’s brain!”

This time there was no drowning the confusion. The telephone fairly shook with innumerable cries, shouts, imprecations. The four gave up trying to hear, and watched the two Venusians.

Myrin was facing Estra now. Her expression had lost a great deal of its good humor, and there was a certain sharpness in her voice as she exclaimed:

“Estra—if your sister has done this, and I see no reason to doubt it, then she has made man superfluous! If women can produce children mechanically, and govern the sex at will, the coming race need be nothing but females!”

Estra nodded gravely. “That is what it amounts to, Myrin!”

For a moment the two stared at one another challengingly. On the earth, their attitude would have indicated some unimportant tiff. None would have dreamed that the most momentous question in their lives had come up, and had found them at outs.

Next instant Myrin turned, and without another word walked from the room. Estra followed slowly to the door, where he stood looking after her with an expression of the keenest concern on his sensitive, high-strung features. The three men from the earth, after a glance, studiously avoided looking at him; but Billie walked up and laid a hand on his arm.

“Are you really in favor of this—scheme?” she inquired, in a curiously tender voice. At the same time she gazed intently into Estra’s eyes.

He turned, and the smile came back to his face. He took Billie’s hand and laid it between both his own. His voice was even gentler than before.

“Most certainly I do favor my sister’s method, Billie. It will be the greatest boon the race has ever known. We can look forward, now”—and his face shone again—“can look forward to generation upon generation of people whose spirituality will be absolute!”

The girl moved closer to him. She spoke with feverish earnestness.

“There may be some hitch in the idea, Estra. If God meant for man to become—to become obsolete, He would not have hidden the method all this time. Suppose some flaw should develop—later on?”

In the cube, Billie Jackson would not have stumbled over such a speech. She would have ignored the fact that Estra was holding her hand all this time, and gazing deep into her eyes; she would have been filled with what she was saying and not with what she was seeing. On the other side of the room, Van Emmon watched and glowered; he could not hear.

The Venusian lifted his head suddenly. The voices from the telephone had subsided; only an occasional outburst came from the instrument. Estra closed his eyes again for a second, and when he opened them again, his manner was astonishingly alert, and his speech swift and to the point.

“So far as we know, Billie, the method has no flaws. It gives us the chance to throw off our lower selves; and if by so doing, we reduce the race to a single sex, only—”

He stopped short, as though at a sound; and with a word of apology stepped from the room. He opened another door, far down the corridor; and as he passed through, the wail of a newborn infant came faintly to the four.

“Wonder what’s up?” said Smith. Van Emmon, who had gone to the window, whirled upon the engineer and motioned him to his side.

“Look at the people!”

Smith saw that the nearby houses were almost concealed by a throng which had gathered, silently and without confusion, during the past few minutes. Their numbers were increasing swiftly, fresh arrivals packing the background. People filled the streets; the space below Estra’s balcony was already crowded as closely as it could be. Except for a low-voiced buzzing, there was no disturbance.

Billie came up. She seemed to divine the temper of the mob. She caught her breath sharply, and then said, very simply:

“It reminds me of—Bethlehem.”

But the words had scarcely left her mouth before an uproar sounded from one end of the street below. A crowd of excited Venusians was pushing its way determinedly toward the house, their passage obstructed by shouting, protesting individuals. Van Emmon’s breast began to heave; he fancied he saw blows struck.

“By George!” he exclaimed, next second. “They’re fighting!”

It was true; a hand-to-hand battle was going on less than a block away. The people below the window surged in the direction of the fight; all were shouting, now; the clamor was deafening.

“Live and let live!” came one of the shouts. It was taken up by the group that was doing the attacking, and made into a cheer. Then came other cries from them. Smith made out something like “Down with sex monopoly!”

“Don’t you see?” shouted Smith, above the din. “These people below are Estra’s friends; those newcomers are backing Savarona! Get the idea?” he repeated. “If Estra wins out, the old boy with the fountain of youth will never get another boy baby to experiment on!”

“What!” The doctor leaped to their sides. He took it in at a glance; then whirled to the door. “We ought to warn Estra!”

“He knows it already!” reminded Billie swiftly. A great shout came from below; the attackers had forced their way through the crowd of Estra’s friends.

“Well!” Van Emmon stood squarely in the middle of the room. “So far as I’m concerned, Estra and his sister can face that crowd alone! I don’t approve of the scheme!”

The doctor eyed him thoughtfully. “I’m not so sure, Van. This is a tremendous thing; we ought to—”

“Van is—right!” exploded Billie. Her voice rose to a shriek as a crash shook the house.

Next instant Myrin, for once in a hurry, broke into the room. She glanced about, missed Estra, looked slightly puzzled, and then frowned angrily as the Venusian himself stepped in: “You fooled me!” she shot at him. But he smiled apologetically. He was carrying a large package of leaflets, closely printed in Venusian; there seemed to be several thousand in the lot. He said, by way of explanation:

“I had to get ready. Savarona’s people will be here any moment;