The Best Of A. E. Van Vogt: Volume 2 Part 21

The report evoked an alarm reaction from the Port Authority. The Director had visions of some kind of epidemic sweeping up from these dregs of people and decimating his little kingdom.

He was still considering a course of action when reports from private doctors indicated that the illness, whatever it was, had affected a large number of affluent citizens of s.p.a.ceport in addition to the b.u.ms.

The total in the final count came to a hundred and ninety-three persons sick with the same loss of energy and near-death apathy.

11.

At some mind level, Hanardy became aware that Patricia Ungarn was falling to her death.

To save her, he had to get energy from somewhere.

He knew immediately where the energy would have to come from.

For a cosmic moment, as his somnambulism was disrupted and replaced by the dreaming state that precedes awakening, he was held by rigidities of his personality.

There was a split instant, then, as some aware part of him gazed in amazement and horror at a lifetime of being a sloppy Joe.

That one glance of kaleidoscopic insight was all that was necessary.

The barriers went down.

Time ceased. For him, all particle flows ended.

In that forever state, Hanardy was aware of himself as being at a location.

Around him were 193 other locations. He observed at once that thirteen of the locations were extremely wavery. He immediately excluded the thirteen from his purpose.

To the remaining 180 locations, he made a postulate. He postulated that the 180 would be glad to make immediate payment.

Each of the 180 thereupon willingly gave to Hanardy seven-tenths of all the available life-energy in their 180 locations.

As that energy flowed to Hanardy, time resumed for him.

The living universe that was Steve Hanardy expanded out to what appeared to be a great primeval dark. In that dark were blacker blobs, nine of them--the Dreeghs. At the very heart of the black excrescences ran a fine, wormlike thread of silvery brightness: the Dreegh disease, s.h.i.+ning, twisting, ugly.

As Hanardy noticed that utterly criminal distortion, he became aware of a red streak in the sinister silver.

He thought, in immense astonishment, "Why, that's my blood!"

He realized, then, with profound interest that this was the blood the Dreeghs had taken from him when they first arrived at the Ungarn meteorite.

They had given Sween most of it. But the others had each eagerly taken a little of the fresh stuff for themselves.

Hanardy realized that that was what the Great Galactic had noticed about him. He was a catalyst! In his presence by one means or another people got well ... in many ways.

In a few days longer, his blood in them would enable the Dreeghs to cure their disease.

The Dreeghs would discover the cure belatedly--too late to change their forcing methods.

For Hanardy, the scene altered.

The nine black blobs were no longer shaped by their disease, as he saw them next. He found himself respecting the nine as members of the only race that had achieved immortality.

The cure of them was important.

Again, for Hanardy, there was a change. He was aware of long lines of energy that were straight and white flowing at him from some greater darkness beyond. In the near distance was a single point of light. As his attention focused there, all the numerous lines, except from that light-point, vanished.

It occurred to Hanardy that that was the Dreegh s.h.i.+p and that, in relation to earth, it would "eventually be in a specific direction. The thin, thin, white line was like a pointer from the s.h.i.+p to him. Hanardy glanced along that line. And because he was open--oh, so open!--he did the touching. Then he touched other places and did a balancing thing between them and the Dreegh s.h.i.+p.

He oriented himself in s.p.a.ce.

Oriented it!

As he completed that touching, he realized that the Dreegh s.h.i.+p was now slightly over six thousand light-years away.

That was far enough, he decided.

Having made that decision, he allowed particle flow to resume for the Dreeghs. And so-- As time began again, the Dreeghs found themselves in their own s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. There they were, all nine of them. They gazed uneasily at each other and then made a study of their surroundings. They saw unfamiliar star configurations. Their unhappiness grew. It was not a pleasant thing to be lost in s.p.a.ce, as they knew from previous experience.

After a while, when nothing further happened, it became apparent that--though they would probably never again be able to find the Earth's solar system--they were safe ...

Pat's first consciousness of change was that she was no longer falling. But no longer on Europa. As she caught her balance, she saw that she was in a familiar room.

She shook her head to clear away the fuzziness from her eyes. And then she realized it was a room in the Ungarn meteorite, her home. She heard a faint sound and swung about--and paused, balancing, on one heel, as she saw her father.

There was an expression of relief on his face. "You had me worried," he said. "I've been here for more than an hour. My dear, all is well! Our screens are back to working; everything is the way it was ... before. We're safe."

"B-but," said the girl, "where's Steve?"

... It was earlier. Hanardy had the impression that he was remembering a forgotten experience on the Ungarn meteorite--a time before the arrival of Sween-Madro and the second group of Dreeghs.

The Great Galactic of that earlier time, he who had been William Leigh, bent over Hanardy where he lay on the floor.

He said with a friendly, serious smile, "You and that girl make quite a combination. You with so much owed to you, and she with that high ability for foolhardiness. We're going to have another look at such energy debts. Maybe that way we'll find our salvation."

He broke off. "Steve, there are billions of open channels in the solar system. Awareness of the genius in them is the next step up for intelligence. Because you've had some feedback, if you take that to heart you might even get the girl."

Leigh's words ended abruptly. For at that instant he touched the s.p.a.ceman's shoulder.

The memory faded--.

12.

It was several weeks later.

On the desk of the Port Authority lay the report on the illness which had suddenly affected 193 persons. Among other data, the report stated: It develops that these people were all individuals who during the past fifteen years have taken advantage of a certain low I.Q. person named Steve Hanardy. As almost everyone in s.p.a.ceport is aware, Hanardy--who shows many evidences of mental r.e.t.a.r.dation--has year after year been by his own simple-minded connivance swindled out of his entire income from the s.p.a.ce freighter, ECTON-66 (a type cla.s.sification)--which he owns and operates.

In this manner so much money has been filched from Hanardy that, first one person, then another, then many, set themselves up in business at their victim's expense. And as soon as they were secure, each person in turn discarded the benefactor. For years now, while one human leech after another climbed from poverty to affluence, Hanardy himself has remained at the lowest level.

The afflicted are slowly recovering, and most are in a surprisingly cheerful frame of mind. One man even said to me that he had a dream that he was paying a debt by becoming ill; and in the dream he was greatly relieved.

There's some story around that Hanardy has married the daughter of Professor Ungarn. But to accept that would be like believing that everything that has happened has been a mere background to a love story.

I prefer to discount that rumor and prefer to say only that it is not known exactly where Hanardy is at present.

The Science Fiction Books of A. E. Van Vogt.

THE books are usted in chronological order of publication. The publisher of the first world edition is given, and where this was an American edition this is indicated by (US). Following this, all British editions are listed.

Short stories are indicated by (collection), Omnibus Editions have a list of contents and these are cross-indexed by the use of In: references. All reissues of a book under a different t.i.tle are listed with the original t.i.tle.

Books published in hardcover are indicated by (hd) while all others are paperbacks. The date for each edition is also given. An asterisk (*) indicates that the edition was in print when this list was compiled in 1974.

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SLAN.

Arkham House (US hd), 1946; Weidenfeld & Nicolson (hd), 1953; Panther, 1960*.

In: Triad, 1959, and van Vogt Omnibus 2, 1971.

THE WEAPON MAKERS.

Hadley Publis.h.i.+ng (US hd), 1946; Weidenfeld & Nicolson (hd), 1954; Digit, 1961; New English Library, 1970*.

t.i.tle change: One Against Eternity.

Ace (US), 1955.

THE BOOK OF PTATH.

Fantasy Press (US hd), 1947; Panther, 1969*.

In: An A. E. van Vogt Omnibus, 1967.

t.i.tle change: Two Hundred Million A.D.

Paperback Library (US), 1964.

THE WORLD OF NULL-A.

Simon & Schuster (US hd), 1948; Dobson (hd), 1970*; Sphere, 1971*.

In: Triad, 1959.

OUT OF THE UNKNOWN (with E. M. Hull) (collection) Fantasy Publis.h.i.+ng (US hd), 1948; New English Library, 1970.

t.i.tle change: The Sea Thing and other Stories.

Sidgwick & Jackson, 1970*.

MASTERS OF TIME AND THE CHANGELING (collection) Fantasy Press (US hd), 1950.

Contains: Masters of Time (EARTH'S LAST FORTRESS) and The Changeling.

THE HOUSE THAT STOOD STILL.

Greenberg (US hd), 1950; Weidenfeld & Nicolson (hd), 1953; Digit, 1960.

t.i.tle change: The Mating Cry.

Beacon (US), 1960.

THE VOYAGE OF THE s.p.a.cE BEAGLE.

Simon & Schuster (US hd), 1950; Grayson (hd), 1951; Science Fiction Book Club (hd), 1954; Panther, 1959*.

In: Triad, 1959.

t.i.tle change: Mission Interplanetary.

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THE WEAPON SHOPS OF ISHER.

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DESTINATION: UNIVERSE (collection) Pellegrini (US hd), 1952; Eyre & Spottiswoode (hd), 1953; Panther, 1960*.

AWAY AND BEYOND (collection) Pellegrini (US hd), 1952; Panther, 1963*.

THE MIXED MEN.