Chapter 20

Jeff Marshall was just turning the jet car into the Plaza in front of the Administration Building when Jane suddenly grabbed his arm.

“Jeff, look!” she cried. “Isn’t that Captain Strong?”

The enlisted spaceman slowed the car and followed the direction of Jane’s pointing finger. He saw Strong step around the corner of the Administration Building, stop, then scurry back around to the side. The streets of the city were deserted. “He’s running away from us,” said Jeff. “Probably thinks we’re part of that searching party coming back.”

He brought the car to a screaming halt in front of the building and jumped out, calling, “Captain Strong!” His voice echoed through the deserted streets. “This is Jeff Marshall!”

Peering around the corner of the Administration Building, Strong saw Marshall clearly and then recognized the daughter of Hyram Logan. He dashed out of his hiding place and greeted them with a yell.

“Jeff! Jeff! Over here!”

The three friends of the Space Cadets were soon telling each other the latest developments. Strong listened to Jeff’s story of the professor’s work journal and shook his head disgustedly. “I was in that lab for nearly four hours this morning,” he said. “If I had only known.”

“Don’t blame yourself, sir,” said Jeff. “You didn’t know it was there!”

“Let’s find it now,” said Jane desperately. “We’re losing time. Those men back in the hills may catch the boys.”

“They haven’t been caught yet,” asserted Strong. “And if I know my cadets, those men will have a hard time nailing them. Come on!” He turned and raced into the Administration Building, heading for Professor Sykes’s laboratory.

In less than five minutes Jeff was searching through the pages of the professor’s work journal. “There’s no telling when he made the discovery,” said Jeff, scanning the mass of complicated diagrams and figures.

“It must have been soon after our arrival on Roald,” said Jane. “That was when we saw him searching the hills around our farm.”

Jeff flipped the pages back to the front of the book and began to read it from the beginning. “Here’s something!” He quoted some figures from the book and looked at Strong.

“That make any sense to you, sir?” he asked.

“It sure does!” said Strong. “That’s a preliminary survey on uranium! He’s just getting the scent there. Keep reading.”

Jeff turned a few more pages and suddenly stopped. “Here it is!” he exclaimed. “And say--look at this!” He handed the journal over to Strong who began to read quickly. “‘ ... conclusive proof found today in hills surrounding farming area of Hyram Logan. Potentially the biggest hot metal strike I’ve ever seen. Am going to make a report to Vidac today. This could mean the beginning of a new era in space travel. Enough fuel to send fleets of ships on protracted voyages to any part of the universe... ‘“

Strong stopped reading and looked at Jane and Jeff.

“This was dated the tenth.” He turned the page and continued, “This is the day after, the eleventh. Listen to this! ‘ ... Vidac is sending my information to the Solar Council immediately. He was very impressed.’ And so forth and so forth.”

Strong closed the journal and faced Jeff and Jane again, a triumphant smile on his lips. “This is just what we needed. This journal is admissible in Solar Courts as evidence the same way a ship’s log is! Come on. Now we’ve got to get Vidac before he gets the cadets!”

“Wait,” said Jane in a fearful whisper. “Listen.”

Strong and Jeff stood still. In the distance they heard the unmistakable roar of jet cars converging on the Plaza. Strong turned to Jeff. “They’ve either found the cadets or--”

“Or what?” asked Jeff.

“I--I won’t say it,” said Strong hesitantly, “but if anything has happened to those boys, I’ll personally dig Vidac’s grave!”

Jane had moved to the window and was watching the wild activity in the Plaza below. “They’re spreading out!” she cried. “They must be searching the city.”

Strong rushed to the window and looked down. “That means they haven’t found the cadets!” he exclaimed.

“I’ve been thinking, sir,” said Jeff. “Do you think we really have enough proof of Vidac’s guilt to make the colonists understand it was Vidac and not the cadets who could have done something to the professor?”

“We’ve got to try!” said Strong. “We’ve got to try!”

The two spacemen and Jane left the laboratory and raced down the slidestairs and through the halls of the Administration Building to the double doors that opened onto the Plaza. They stepped into view just as the colonists were about to spread out and search the city. One of the men was standing on the steps shouting orders. Jeff recognized him as Joe, the man who had stopped him on the highway. There was a roar from the crowd when they noticed Strong, Jeff, and Jane standing in the open doorway.

Strong held the black journal high over his head and called for order. The colonists crowded around at the base of the steps not knowing what to make of his sudden appearance.

“What are you doing here?” demanded the colonist deputy. “You’re Captain Strong of the Solar Guard, aren’t you?”

“That’s right,” replied Strong. “And you’re making a big mistake accusing the cadets of the murder of Professor Sykes, when you’re not even sure the professor has been murdered! The man you want to question about that is Lieutenant Governor Vidac!”

A startled murmur ran through the assembled men. Strong continued, “I have absolute proof that Vidac received information about the biggest uranium strike in the history of the universe from Professor Sykes and plans to keep it for himself. His accusation of the cadets is a cover-up to clear himself and to throw you off the track.”

The word uranium spread through the crowd like wildfire.

“You’re pretty friendly with the cadets,” sneered the deputy. “How do we know you’re telling us the truth, and not just trying to save them?”

“Yeah. Answer that one!” roared a voice from back of the crowd.

“Do any of you understand physics?” asked Strong.

“Physics?” asked the deputy. “What’s that got to do with it?”

“Plenty! I have information here in this journal that will prove what I just said! Read it for yourself. It’s in the professor’s own handwriting.”

“I can read it,” said a small man in front of Strong. “Gimme that thing!” Strong handed him the black book and told the man where to look. The man considered it for five minutes, then turned to the crowd. “He’s right! We’re sitting on the hottest uranium rock in this galaxy!”

“Where is it?” cried someone from the crowd. “Tell us where the uranium is!”

The mob of men, forgetting all about the cadets, were now seized with the greed for riches. Strong took the journal back and tucked it under his arm.

“I’ll tell you where it is,” said Strong, “when we put Vidac where he belongs! Behind bars!”

“What are we waiting for?” cried the colonists. “Let’s get that murdering space crawler!”

The deputy pushed his way through the crowd and raced for his car. Others followed and once more the Plaza echoed to the roar of jets.

Strong turned to Jeff. “You’ll find Winters up in Vidac’s quarters. I had to freeze him.” He handed over the paralo-ray gun. “Get him and follow us to the spaceport. Tell him we know everything, and if he doesn’t talk, he’ll get life on a prison rock.”

“Right,” said Jeff. “I’ll get a confession out of him if I have to wring his neck--and I’ll get it on a soundscriber!”

“Good. Come on, Jane,” said Strong. “This is the finish of a would-be tyrant!”

Jeff turned and dashed back into the building, while Strong and Jane climbed into the jet car and roared off toward the spaceport.

“If we only had a paralo-ray gun,” muttered Roger as he and Tom sped after Vidac’s powerful jet car.

“Yes,” agreed Tom. “This could be a trap, but what can we do?”

Roger was silent. They had moved out of the cave as soon as Astro had been taken down the hill and they knew exactly what Vidac had in mind. But their need for information about Professor Sykes and their concern for Astro forced them to follow the powerful jet car into what they were certain was a trap.

“We’ll ditch the jet car after we find out where they’re going,” said Tom, “and figure out something afterward.”

“You think they’ll go to Sykes?” asked Roger.

“It’s a pretty safe bet, Roger. The professor’s been well hidden, so why not hide Astro in the same place, hoping in the meantime to get us also.”

“But I can’t see walking into a trap, simply because we know it’s there!”

“Roger--look! Vidac’s stopping the car! Astro’s trying to get away!”

“Astro’s fighting with Bush!” shouted Roger. “Come on! Can’t you get any more push out of this wagon?”

Tom jammed the accelerator down to the floorboard and the jet car fairly leaped ahead. Fifty yards from Vidac’s stalled car, Tom slammed on the brake, bringing the little car to a screaming halt only two feet away. Roger was halfway out before the car had stopped moving. Beside Vidac’s car, Bush was wrestling with Astro.