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The elusive technical knowledge of eons, past and future, was held captive by the mighty Kralons--learned giant insects that seined the stream of Time for the great Truth that would mold them into unrivalled masters of the universe.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Fall 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The little gray man peered timidly over gold-rimmed spectacles at the great black hole which yawned hungrily almost at his feet. He edged back cautiously from the massive steel lattice which guarded its circumference, then plucked timidly at the sleeve of the blue-uniformed guard who stood impressively erect before the barrier's huge gate.
"I--I beg your pardon. Could you tell me when the next one leaves?" he asked in a voice as colorless as his thin, nondescript features.
The guard catalogued the speaker with a glance, and a superior smile lifted the corners of his lips.
"Not figuring on making the Big Drop, are you, Uncle?" he asked in obvious amusement.
"Well, I--"
Then the gilt epaulets on the guard's padded shoulders jerked as he came suddenly to a respectful attention.
"Next Diamvator leaves promptly at 2:30 P.M., sir. Arrives at the Antipodes at 6:30 P.M. Central Standard Time, sir."
The obsequious reply brought a veil of mild surprise to the little man's pale gray eyes.
Then it was replaced with a twinkle of understanding as he saw the Terminal Agent approaching.
J. B. Andrews, the big bluff Supervisory Agent of Earth-Tube, Incorporated, cast a cursory glance at the little gray man, then turned to the guard.
"The 'Vator will leave at 2:35 P.M. today, Jamieson. Five minutes later than schedule. You will act accordingly."
As the Agent turned to leave, the little gray man cleared his throat and said timidly, "I--I'd like to ask about your round trip rate to--to the other side."
The Terminal Agent looked appraisingly at the little man for a moment, then said courteously, "Glad to answer any questions. If you will step over to my office I'll give you one of our brochures which describes in detail the advantages of the Diamvator over surface travel."
When the door had dosed behind them in the Agent's office, the little man's appearance changed subtly. His drooping shoulders were suddenly squarer, and his pale eyes seemed to darken to the color of the granite blocks of the floor.
"Randall is my name, Mr. Andrews. Willard Randall," he said, and his thin, colorless voice seemed to have gained the depth and assurance of a man who is confident of his ability to meet any situation.
Andrews' jaw sagged, and a startled ejaculation burst from his lips.
"You--Randall? I--" The Agent paused, then recovered his usual composure and apologized. "I'm sorry, Mr. Randall. I guess I had expected a--well, a larger man," he completed lamely.
"I understand," Randall said, smiling at Andrews' evident embarrassment. "I don't look exactly like the popular conception of an International Investigation Agent, you mean. But, you see, the less we look like IIA's, the more likely we are to catch someone off-guard."
"That's probably true," Andrews agreed doubtfully, "but--"
"But can I deliver the goods?" Randall completed with a smile. "That's what's worrying you, isn't it?"
Without waiting for an answer from the embarrassed Andrews, Randall continued, "Now, about your trouble. If you'll please outline the whole affair. Absolutely everything you know about it, whether it seems relevant or not."
The Agent for Earth-Tube, Inc. hesitated a moment, then began.
"As you probably know, it was in 1996 that the International Federation of Nations was formed, supplanting the United Nations. At that time all countries were consolidated under a single unified government.
"Because the consolidation definitely obviated the possibility of war, and because the economic situation necessitated a governmental boost, the leaders conceived the idea of utilizing the excess man-power in sinking a huge shaft to investigate the hypothesis that the Earth's core is a vast treasure house of metal.
"The results of the gargantuan undertaking were, from one standpoint, considerably less than miraculous. After penetrating almost four thousand miles to the very center of the Earth, it was found that the major part of the core was metal, alright, but only nickel-iron, which could be mined much more cheaply nearer the Earth's surface.
"There seemed to be no higher a proportion of the rarer metals in the core than on the surface.
"Although somewhat disgruntled at the results of their investigation, the governmental heads knew that they must keep busy the thousands of men thrown out of employment by the dissolution of armies and navies. So, having nothing better in mind, this fantastic WPA was commissioned to put the shaft on through to the other side of the Earth."
Randall nodded impatiently. "I am familiar with the historical data," he said. "Now if you will give me a resumé of the circumstances which have an immediate bearing on the trouble--"
Andrews colored at the little man's tone, and said gruffly, "I was only reviewing the data from the beginning, because there have been several developments in the past which may well have a bearing on our present difficulty."
The Investigation Agent nodded. "Make the historical review as brief as possible, then."
"After the shaft was completed," Andrews continued, more than a little piqued, "the question arose as to what should be done with the hundred billion dollar hole in the ground, now that it was finally completed.
"Some engineers advised salvaging the incredibly heat-resistant fifty-foot thick cellular caisson of Tungalloy, which alone had made possible the penetration through thousands of miles of molten material under tremendous pressure.
"Others maintained that the cost of removing it would be far in excess of the caisson's value.
"While the battle was raging, J. T. Weller, president of Metals, Inc. came to the fore with an offer for a concession on the Earth-Tube.
"He proposed to construct a tubular car or cage which would traverse the almost eight thousand miles in only four hours--more than twenty four hours less than the time required for a trip to the Antipodes by stratosphere plane.
"His argument for the success of the undertaking lay, not so much in the time saved on the trip, but in the novelty of the method of travel, and its value for giving people a taste of what weightless travel in space ships would be like. His imagination capitalized on the fact that Man is always on the alert for some new and strange way of cheating his perambulatory equipment of its needed exercise.
"Before advancing his proposition, he'd had his engineers draw up complete plans and specifications of the proposed cage and the necessary auxiliary equipment.
"The cage itself was to be a zeppelin-shaped projectile--But come, the Diamvator itself is due in five minutes."
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