"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.