"Why?"
"Because I am about to reach in my pocket and produce a gun. Your deputy cannot shoot without blasting a fifty-foot crater where this building now rests." Gingerly, while he watched the wavering deputy, he made good the promise. He kept the snub-nosed automatic aimed at the easterner's belly.
But the Peoplesfriend continued to smile. "May I say something before we go?"
There was a sour mockery about it that made Smith pause. He nodded slowly.
"I hoped to keep you here alive, so that we would not have to destroy the whole mission, including the ships. Of course, when the building is blown up, your little fleet will see and hear and try to respond, and we shall have to destroy it before word can be gotten to your capital. Our plans included that possibility, but it is unfortunate."
"Our aircraft will—"
"You do not seem to realize the nature of our weapons yet. And there is no harm in telling you now, I suppose."
"Well?"
"We have a microscopic crystalline relay, so small that millions of them can be packed into a few cubic inches. The crystals are minute tetrahedrons, with each pointed corner an electrical contact. And there is a method for arranging them in circuits without individual attention to each connection. It involves certain techniques in electro-plating and the growing of crystals."
Smith glanced questioningly at one of his Stand-ins, a weapons expert. The man shook his head.