He went on telling his story, explaining what had happened. He made no excuses; there was no need for them now.
Finally he said: “The Varra can be destroyed. And we can protect ourselves against them. That’ll be up to the scientists. If this ship gets through, it will mean that the Varra couldn’t stop me. I’ve got radium aboard. So I’ll put a Heaviside Layer around the cruiser—and blast off Sunward.”
Duncan clicked the switch. No need to say more. Earth would understand, would believe.
But now—
He opened the port, after donning a suit and Helmet, and let the ship fill with the chlorine atmosphere. It would be better than oxygen, for his purposes. Iodine vapor would be even more effective, but he could not create that. If only he were a scientist, a technician, he could probably discover some other way of creating an artificial Heaviside Layer.
But it didn’t matter. This way was surest and quickest, and there would be no machinery to fail him.
Sealed within the ship once more, Duncan found the shipment of Martian radium, hi-jacked from the Maid, and removed it from its thick leaden container. He left it exposed, and went to the controls.
The cruiser lifted from the surface of the plateau. It slanted up through the chlorine atmosphere, rockets bellowing.
There was no need for split-second timing or unusual accuracy—within certain limits. He was heading Sunward. Nothing more was necessary. Except power—