Chapter 9

“That’s the story, sir,” said Strong to Commander Walters, after the Solar Guard captain had related the information he had wormed out of the bartender at the Spacelanes Bar and the news Roger and Astro had brought.

“All right, Steve,” nodded the commander. “I’ll have the man picked up right away and psychographed. Meantime, you go on to Venus and see Nicholas Shinny.”

“Very well, sir,” said Strong. “End transmission!”

“End transmission,” acknowledged Walters. Strong flipped the switch and the teleceiver screen darkened.

Fifteen minutes later, the Dog Star blasted off from Mars, heading for Venus.

During the trip back to the young planet that was rapidly growing into a major industrial center rivaling Earth, Strong received a report from Space Academy that the bartender had been picked up. His name was Joseph Price, and after questioning him under truth serum, Solar Guard security officers found the man’s mind to be so filled with criminal plots and counter-plots, it would take several weeks for the psychograph analyst to learn the name of the man he claimed would know the whereabouts of Wallace. This was disappointing news for Strong, especially since the report included news of a second, third, and fourth strike by Wallace and Simms on spaceships near the asteroid belt.

Reaching the starting place of their adventure, Venusport and the Solar Exposition, Strong and the three cadets went immediately to a small suburban section of the great city and the home of Nicholas Shinny.

Shinny lived comfortably in a small house made of Titan crystal, enjoying himself during the day catching Venusian fatfish and watching the stereos at night. Once an enlisted spaceman, he had been retired with full pension and was living in ease and comfort. When Strong and the three cadets arrived at the elderly spaceman’s house, they found him busy teaching a young Venusian wolfhound puppy how to retrieve.

“Well, blast my jets!” cried the old man. “If it ain’t Tommy, Roger, and the big fella, Astro! And Captain Strong!”

“Hello, Nick!” said Strong with a smile. “You’re a sight for space-blind eyes!”

“Heh-heh-heh,” cackled Shinny, his merry eyes twinkling against his deep space tan. “It’s mighty good to see you boys. Come on in the house. I got a mess of fatfish just pulled out of the stream and some of the most delicious biscuits you ever had in your life!”

“Well, thanks, Nick,” hesitated the captain. “But we’re in--”

“Can’t be in too much of a hurry to eat,” snapped the old man with a grin. “Anything you got to say is better said when you got a bellyful of Molly’s cookin’.”

“Molly!” cried Tom. “But, Mr. Shinny--”

“When--” gulped Astro, “when did you--”

“Hey! Hold on!” cried the old spaceman. “Just damp your tubes there, youngsters! You’re way off course. Molly ain’t nothing but an electronic cook I got installed in the kitchen. She cooks better’n any space-brained woman and she never opens her mouth to give me any sass!”

The four spacemen laughed at Shinny’s obvious indignation.

“Now come on!” he growled. “Let’s eat. I’m hungry!”

Refusing to allow them to get near Molly, Shinny began pushing food into slots, compartments, turning on switches and punching buttons. In the cozy living room, Strong relaxed while the three cadets played with the Venusian wolfhound. Finally Shinny announced dinner and they fell to with gusto. There wasn’t much talk during the course of the meal. Strong and the boys felt that Shinny would let them know when he was ready.

Finally the meal was over. Shinny sprawled in his chair, lit his pipe, then looked at his guests, his eyes twinkling. “All right, me friends, I think you’ve held back long enough. Let’s have it.”

Strong immediately told the old spaceman the entire story, from Wallace and Simms’ false concession at the exposition to the present.

“You see, Nick,” he concluded, “with an adjustable light-key enabling them to open any lock in the solar system, nothing is safe. Personally, I think it’s only because they haven’t a larger or faster ship and aren’t better armed that they haven’t tried more daring piracy. They’ll reach that point soon, though. They’ve already robbed four ships for arms alone.”

“I’ll do anything I can to help you, Captain,” said Shinny. “What is it you want to know?”

“We suspect that Wallace has a secret hide-out in the asteroid belt,” said Strong. “Since you once prospected the asteroids with him I thought you might know where the hide-out is.”

Shinny grew reflective and knocked the ashes out of his pipe before he answered. “That was a long time ago, Captain. More’n ten years. And Gus Wallace was a real square spaceman then. He didn’t turn bad until after we split up and he met that other feller.”

“What other fellow?” asked Strong.

Skinny paused. There was a hard glint in his eyes. “Bull Coxine!” He spat the name out as though it had left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Coxine!” exclaimed Strong.

“You heard me,” snorted Shinny. “Bull Coxine and Gus Wallace got together after me and Wallace lost our stake hunting for uranium pitchblende in the asteroids and split up. Next thing I heard, him and Coxine was mixed up in that business up on Ganymede when the Credit Exchange was held up.”

Strong’s face had turned the color of chalk. “Coxine!” he repeated under his breath.

Noticing Strong’s reaction to Shinny’s statement, Tom asked, “Who is Coxine, Captain Strong?”

Strong was silent and Shinny turned to the cadets.

“When your skipper here was a young feller just starting out in the Solar Guard,” the old man explained, “he was on a routine flight out to Titan and there was a mutiny. Coxine was the ringleader. The captain joined up with Coxine after they had put his skipper in the brig. When he had Coxine’s confidence, he regained control of the ship and sent Coxine and the others to a prison asteroid. Coxine has hated the captain ever since and swore to get him.”

“But how did he pull the holdup on Ganymede, then?” asked Roger.

“Coxine escaped from the prison asteroid in a jet boat, disguised as a guard,” continued Shinny. “Only man ever to escape. He drifted around in the belt for a while and was picked up by a freighter going to Ganymede. The freighter had been out rocket-hopping among the asteroids, collecting the prospectors’ small supplies of uranium and taking the stuff back to Ganymede for refining. Wallace happened to be dead-heading on the freighter. When they got to Ganymede, and Coxine saw all the money lying around at the Credit Exchange to pay off the prospectors, he convinced Wallace to go in with him and they robbed the Exchange. Coxine was caught red-handed, but Wallace got away. In fact, the Solar Guard didn’t know Wallace had anything to do with it. So Coxine was taken back to the prison asteroid, and Wallace has been driftin’ around the system ever since.”

“But, Mr. Shinny,” asked Astro, “if you knew Wallace was tied up with the robbery of the Credit Exchange, why didn’t you tell the Solar Guard before now?”

“Sonny,” sighed Shinny, “most of what I know is space dust and space gas. But even so, I don’t think Commander Walters or Captain Strong, or even you boys, would think much of me if I went around like an old space crawler, blowin’ my jets all over the place.”

Strong had listened to Shinny fill in the background of Bull Coxine with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He remembered all too clearly the mutiny on the ship out to Titan. Coxine had been an enlisted Solar Guard petty officer aboard the ship. He had made great strides in two years and was being considered as an officer candidate on the very day he tried to take over the ship. When Strong regained control later, he talked to Coxine, trying to find out why he had started the mutiny. But the man had only cursed him, swearing vengeance. Strong hadn’t seen him since.