"He didn't miscalculate those air-mechanisms," I muttered. "That damned villain must have been there in the corridor for an instant while I was talking to Kellogg, and shoved the controls—killed Philip."
And I had tried to do the same thing to Brenda! I could only thank the Lord now that I had failed!
The two of us, alone here on Asteroid-9. No food nor water. Perhaps the only inhabitants of this desolate little world.
Abruptly she was gripping me. "Look—Jim—look there!"
I followed her gesture. Up in the leaden sky beyond the looming triple spires of Andros, a tiny speck had appeared. A ship coming down. Breathlessly we watched. In a few minutes it was a little oblong blob.
"It's coming this way, Brenda."
"Yes."
It seemed circling a little. By the look it would land on a small level plateau some quarter of a mile from us. We stared, mute, transfixed, watching.
And then suddenly I sucked in my breath with a new shock of startled amazement. There was something familiar about that cylindrical alumite hull with the curving pressure-dome above it, and those quadruplicate tail-fins.