'Stand back, all of you!” he panted.
His trembling hands moved rapidly among the switches and relays of the panel. And the power-chambers below the gleaming sphere began to throb with mounting energy.
Louder and louder throbbed the massive chambers as the radite was disintegrated inside them to produce such concentrated power as had never before been produced in one place. And now the proton-turbines of the great generators were droning loud, adding to the deafening throb of the chambers.
Blaine watched his gauges with feverish eyes, while the Planeteers and their companions stood rigid, watching
'Almost voltage enough,” Blaine murmured hoarsely. “Almost — now!'
He closed another switch. And then—
Thorn looked up bewilderedly, toward where the sun should be blazing down through the ceiling-window. But there was no sunlight now — no light of any kind — nothing but blackness.
'Blaine, what's gone wrong?” he cried hoarsely. “This darkness—'
'Nothing has gone wrong!” shrilled Philip Blaine's thin voice triumphantly. “My neutralizer, my great invention, has succeeded! I knew it would if I had power enough!'
'You mean that it's this machine that has killed all the light here in the cavern?” John Thorn cried.
'It's done more than that!” Blaine exclaimed. “It's killed all light everywhere!
A babel of cries of terror rose from the throng in the cavern, above the thunderous throb and drone of the great machine.
'Killed all light in the solar system?” Thorn gasped. “Impossible!'
'The neutralizer has done it, I tell you!” Blaine shrilled exultantly.
'It broadcasts a damping wave that neutralizes and kills all vibrations in the electromagnetic spectrum from three to eight ten-thousandths of a millimeter in wave-length. That includes the whole range of visible light, and the terrific power of this radite-powered generator casts its vibrations out over a radius of eight billion miles, embracing the whole Solar System.
'There is not one ray of light now in the whole system, on any world, anywhere-neither sunlight or starlight nor artificial light of any kind. Every world and every mile of space in the system has been plunged into utter darkness. And it will remain in darkness as long as the neutralizer is kept on!'
The stupefied Thorn felt Blaine shove something into his hand. It was a small pair of eye-lenses.
'Put those on!” Blaine's voice came in the darkness.
John Thorn put the lenses over his eyes. He cried out in amazement, He could see, through the lenses, by a dusky red light that seemed to permeate everything. The sun blazed crimson and weird in the heavens above the glassite window.
Sual Av and Gunner, and Lana and old Stilicho were also staring wildly up through the lenses the little physicist had given them. Blaine himself wore the lenses on his eyes.
'You are seeing by light normally invisible to your retinas, light
'But what good will blacking out the whole solar system do the Alliance navies?” Gunner Welk cried. “The League fleet won't be able to see or maneuver, but neither will our ships!'
'The Alliance ships will be able to see!” Blaine retorted. “Each Alliance cruiser has been furnished with a supply of these fluorescent lenses, during the last year. They were given secretly to each cruiser's captain, without telling him anything except he was to use them in case of sudden darkness in space. They'll use them now, there off Mercury, and—'
'And they'll be able to see and to overpower the blinded League ships without a struggle!” Saul Av shouted.
John Thorn's heart bounded with wild, newborn hope. He clutched Lana feverishly to his side.
'If it works!” he prayed. “If it only works!'
They gathered around Blaine's audio. Out of it, as the physicist turned it on, came panic-stricken calls from worlds plunged into absolute darkness, from blinded populations.
The whole system was seething in a turmoil of mad fear. Crowds stumbling blindly through the darkness of lightless streets were screaming that the end of the universe had come. Others were wailing that they had been suddenly stricken with blindness.
An hour passed. The intensity of the group around the audio increased. Appalling news of hysterical panic was growing.
'This can't go on!” Lana exclaimed shakenly. “It's destroying all civilization in the system—'
'Listen!” Thorn cried suddenly.
Out of the audio came a hoarse, familiar voice — the voice of Richard Hoskins, Chairman of Earth.
'Blaine! Philip Blaine!” he was calling. “This is the Chairman! We've won! Commander Leigh has just audioed me that his Alliance forces off Mercury have captured the whole League armada! Every League ship, its men utterly blinded, was forced to surrender under threat of being destroyed by our own cruisers.
'And I've called authorities on the outer planets. They've agreed to declare the war ended, to terminate Trask's rule and set up popular government again, and to dissolve the League of Cold Worlds into four independent planets again!'
'Trask himself is dead!” John Thorn called back into the instrument.
'You Planeteers are safe?” cried the Chairman's voice. It throbbed with emotion as he added, “I knew you would bring the radite in time, Thorn. I knew you would!'
'Shall I turn off the neutralizer now?” Philip Blaine asked, and the answer came back swiftly.
'Yes! Give the system light again, Blaine!'
The little physicist leaped to his control-panel. His switches clicked. The droning of the generators and the throbbing thunder of the power-chambers died.
And suddenly light blazed about them! Not the dusky red infra-red rays by which they had been seeing through the lenses, but brilliant, blessed sunlight pouring through the window in the ceiling.
'We've won!” Sual Av was shouting, his ugly face wild with joy., “The Alliance safe now — the menace of the League gone forever!'
'And that machine did it. That thing in front of us did it!” whispered Gunner Welk, incredulously staring.
Lana's blue eyes were shining as she looked up at Thorn.
'It means the realization of my dream and my father's dream, John. A new independent world built up in the Zone. You'll help me build it?” He held her close, tears standing in his eyes, unable to speak for the moment in the flood of his emotions.
Then they all stared amazedly at Philip Blaine, who had crumpled down beneath his switch-panel with his face buried in his hands. The little physicist looked up shakenly at them.
'I hope I never have to use the neutralizer to black out the system again!” he said hoarsely. “I felt when it was on that I was trespassing against the command of the One who said, ‘Let there be light!’”
CHAPTER XXIII
Epilogue