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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Place in the Sun, by C.H. Thames
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+Title: A Place in the Sun
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+Author: C.H. Thames
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+Release Date: October 19, 2008 [EBook #26966]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A PLACE IN THE SUN ***
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+    This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ October 1956.
+    Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+    copyright on this publication was renewed.
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+
+A "JOHNNY MAYHEM" ADVENTURE
+
+
+
+
+A PLACE IN THE SUN
+
+
+
+By C. H. THAMES
+
+
+    _Mayhem, the man of many bodies, had been given some weird
+    assignments in his time, but saving The Glory of the Galaxy
+    wasn't difficult--it was downright impossible!_
+
+
+The SOS crackled and hummed through subspace at a speed which left
+laggard light far behind. Since subspace distances do not coincide with
+normal space distances, the SOS was first picked up by a Fomalhautian
+freighter bound for Capella although it had been issued from a point in
+normal space midway between the orbit of Mercury and the sun's corona in
+the solar system.
+
+    [Illustration: The terrible weapon blasted death and carnage
+    through the ship.]
+
+The radioman of the Fomalhautian freighter gave the distress signal to
+the Deck Officer, who looked at it, blinked, and bolted 'bove decks to
+the captain's cabin. His face was very white when he reached the door
+and his heart pounded with excitement. As the Deck Officer crossed an
+electronic beam before the door a metallic voice said: "The Captain is
+asleep and will be disturbed for nothing but emergency priority."
+
+Nodding, the Deck officer stuck his thumb in the whorl-lock of the door
+and entered the cabin. "Begging your pardon, sir," he cried, "but we
+just received an SOS from--"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Captain stirred groggily, sat up, switched on a green night light
+and squinted through it at the Deck Officer. "Well, what is it? Isn't
+the Eye working?"
+
+"Yes, sir. An SOS, sir...."
+
+"If we're close enough to help, subspace or normal space, take the usual
+steps, lieutenant. Surely you don't need me to--"
+
+"The usual steps can't be taken, sir. Far as I can make out, that ship
+is doomed. She's bound on collision course for Sol, only twenty million
+miles out now."
+
+"That's too bad, lieutenant," the Captain said with genuine sympathy in
+his voice. "I'm sorry to hear that. But what do you want me to do about
+it?"
+
+"The ship, sir. The ship that sent the SOS--hold on to your hat, sir--"
+
+"Get to the point now, will you, young man?" the Captain growled
+sleepily.
+
+"The ship which sent the SOS signal, the ship heading on collision
+course for Sol, is the _Glory of the Galaxy_!"
+
+For a moment the Captain said nothing. Distantly, you could hear the hum
+of the subspace drive-unit and the faint whining of the stasis
+generator. Then the Captain bolted out of bed after unstrapping himself.
+In his haste he forgot the ship was in weightless deep space and went
+sailing, arms flailing air, across the room. The lieutenant helped him
+down and into his magnetic-soled shoes.
+
+"My God," the Captain said finally. "Why did it happen? Why did it have
+to happen to the _Glory of the Galaxy_?"
+
+"What are you going to do, sir?"
+
+"_I_ can't do anything. I won't take the responsibility. Have the
+radioman contact the Hub at once."
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+_The Glory of the Galaxy_, the SOS ship heading on collision course with
+the sun, was making its maiden run from the assembly satellites of Earth
+across the inner solar system via the perihelion passage which would
+bring it within twenty-odd million miles of the sun, to Mars which now
+was on the opposite side of Sol from Earth. Aboard the gleaming new ship
+was the President of the Galactic Federation and his entire cabinet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The Fomalhautian freighter's emergency message was received at the Hub
+of the Galaxy within moments after it had been sent, although the normal
+space distance was in the neighborhood of one hundred thousand light
+years. The message was bounced--in amazingly quick time--from office to
+office at the hub, cutting through the usual red tape because of its top
+priority. And--since none of the normal agencies at the Hub could handle
+it--the message finally arrived at an office which very rarely received
+official messages of any kind. This was the one unofficial, extra-legal
+office at the Hub of the Galaxy. Lacking official function, the office
+had no technical existence and was not to be found in any Directory of
+the Hub. At the moment, two young men were seated inside. Their sole job
+was to maintain liaison with a man whose very existence was doubted by
+most of the human inhabitants of the Galaxy but whose importance could
+not be measured by mere human standards in those early days when the
+Galactic League was becoming the Galactic Federation.
+
+The name of the man with whom they maintained contact was Johnny Mayhem.
+
+"Did you read it?" the blond man asked.
+
+"I read it."
+
+"If it got down here, that means they can't handle it anywhere else."
+
+"Of course they can't. What the hell could normal slobs like them or
+like us do about it?"
+
+"Nothing, I guess. But wait a minute! You don't mean you're going to
+send Mayhem, without asking him, without telling--"
+
+"We can't ask him now, can we?"
+
+"Johnny Mayhem's _elan_ is at the moment speeding from Canopus to Deneb,
+where on the fourth planet of the Denebian system a dead body is waiting
+for him in cold storage. The turnover from League to Federation status
+of the Denebian system is causing trouble in Deneb City, so Mayhem--"
+
+"Deneb City will probably survive without Mayhem. Well, won't it?"
+
+"I guess so, but--"
+
+"I know. The deal is we're supposed to tell Mayhem where he's going and
+what he can expect. The deal also is, every inhabited world has a body
+waiting for his _elan_ in cold storage. But don't you think if we could
+talk to Mayhem now--"
+
+"It isn't possible. He's in transit."
+
+"Don't you think if we could talk to him now he would agree to board the
+_Glory of the Galaxy_?"
+
+"How should I know? I'm not Johnny Mayhem."
+
+"If he doesn't board her, it's certain death for all of them."
+
+"And if he does board her, what the hell can he do about it? Besides,
+there isn't any dead body awaiting his _elan_ on that ship or any ship.
+He wouldn't make a very efficacious ghost."
+
+"But there are live people. Scores of them. Mayhem's _elan_ is quite
+capable of possessing a living host."
+
+"Sure. Theoretically it is. But damn it all, what would the results be?
+We've never tried it. It's liable to damage Mayhem. As for the host--"
+
+"The host might die. I know it. But he'll die anyway. The whole shipload
+of them is heading on collision course for the sun."
+
+"Does the SOS say why?"
+
+"No. Maybe Mayhem can find out and do something about it."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Yeah, maybe. That's a hell of a way to risk the life of the most
+important man in the Galaxy. Because if Mayhem boards that ship and
+can't do anything about it, he'll die with the rest of them."
+
+"Why? We could always pluck his _elan_ out again."
+
+"_If_ he were inhabiting a dead one. In a live body, I don't think so.
+The attraction would be stronger. There would be forces of cohesion--"
+
+"That's true. Still, Mayhem's our only hope."
+
+"I'll admit it's a job for Mayhem, but he's too important."
+
+"Is he? Don't be a fool. What, actually, is Johnny Mayhem's importance?
+His importance lies in the very fact that he is expendable. His
+life--for the furtherance of the new Galactic Federation."
+
+"But--"
+
+"And the President is aboard that ship. Maybe he can't do as much for
+the Galaxy in the long run as Mayhem can, but don't you see, man, he's a
+figurehead. Right now he's the most important man in the Galaxy, and if
+we could talk to him I'm sure Mayhem would agree. Mayhem would want to
+board that ship."
+
+"It's funny, we've been working with Mayhem all these years and we never
+even met the guy."
+
+"Would you know him if you saw him?"
+
+"Umm-mm, I guess not. Do you think we really can halt his _elan_ in
+subspace and divert it over to the _Glory of the Galaxy_?"
+
+"I take it you're beginning to see things my way. And the answer to your
+question is yes."
+
+"Poor Mayhem. You know, I actually feel sorry for the guy. He's had more
+adventures than anyone since Homer wrote the _Odyssey_ and there won't
+ever be any rest for him."
+
+"Stop feeling sorry for him and start hoping he succeeds."
+
+"Yeah."
+
+"And let's see about getting a bead on his _elan_."
+
+The two young men walked to a tri-dim chart which took up much of the
+room. One of them touched a button and blue light glowed within the
+chart, pulsing brightly and sharply where space-sectors intersected.
+
+"He's in C-17 now," one of the men said as a gleaming whiteness was
+suddenly superimposed at a single point on the blue.
+
+"Can you bead him?"
+
+"I think so. But I still feel sorry for Mayhem. He's expecting to wake
+up in a cold-storage corpse on Deneb IV but instead he'll come to in a
+living body aboard a spaceship on collision course for the sun."
+
+"Just hope he--"
+
+"I know. Succeeds. I don't even want to think of the possibility he
+might fail."
+
+In seconds, the gleaming white dot crawled across the surface of the
+tri-dim chart from sector C-17 to sector S-1.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The _Glory of the Galaxy_ was now nineteen million miles out from the
+sun and rushing through space at a hundred miles per second, normal
+space drive. The _Glory of the Galaxy_ thus moved a million miles closer
+to fiery destruction every three hours--but since the sun's
+gravitational force had to be added to that speed, the ship was slated
+to plunge into the sun's corona in little more than twenty-four hours.
+
+Since the ship's refrigeration units would function perfectly until the
+outer hull reached a temperature of eleven hundred degrees Fahrenheit,
+none of its passengers knew that anything was wrong. Even the members of
+the crew went through all the normal motions. Only the _Glory of the
+Galaxy's_ officers in their bright new uniforms and gold braid knew the
+grim truth of what awaited the gleaming two-thousand ton spaceship less
+than twenty-four hours away at the exact center of its perihelion
+passage.
+
+Something--unidentified as yet--in all the thousands of intricate things
+that could go wrong on a spaceship, particularly a new one making its
+maiden voyage, had gone wrong. The officers were checking their
+catalogues and their various areas of watch meticulously--and not
+because their own lives were at stake. In spaceflight, your own life
+always is at stake. There are too many imponderables: you are, to a
+certain degree, expendable. The commissioned contingent aboard the
+_Glory of the Galaxy_ was a dedicated group, hand-picked from all the
+officers in the solar system.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But they could find nothing. And do nothing.
+
+Within a day, their lives along with the lives of the enlisted men
+aboard the _Glory of the Galaxy_ and the passengers on its maiden run,
+would be snuffed out in a brilliant burst of solar heat.
+
+And the President of the Galactic Federation would die because some
+unknown factor had locked the controls of the spaceship, making it
+impossible to turn or use forward rockets against the gravitational pull
+of the sun.
+
+Nineteen million miles. In normal space, a considerable distance. A
+hundred miles a second--a very considerable normal space speed.
+Increasing....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ever since they had left Earth's assembly satellites, Sheila Kelly had
+seen a lot of a Secret Serviceman named Larry Grange, who was a member
+of the President's corps of bodyguards. She liked Larry, although there
+was nothing serious in their relationship. He was handsome and charming
+and she was naturally flattered with his attentions. Still, although he
+was older than Sheila, she sensed that he was a boy rather than a man
+and had the odd feeling that, faced with a real crisis, he would confirm
+this tragically.
+
+It was night aboard the _Glory of the Galaxy_. Which was to say the
+blue-green night lights had replaced the white day lights in the
+companionways and public rooms of the spaceship, since its ports were
+sealed against the fierce glare of the sun. It was hard to believe,
+Sheila thought, that they were only nineteen million miles from the sun.
+Everything was so cool--so comfortably air-conditioned....
+
+She met Larry in the Sunside Lounge, a cabaret as nice as any terran
+nightclub she had ever seen. There were stylistic Zodiac drawings on the
+walls and blue-mirrored columns supporting the roof. Like everything
+else aboard the _Glory of the Galaxy_, the Sunside Lounge hardly seemed
+to belong on a spaceship. For Sheila Kelly, though--herself a third
+secretary with the department of Galactic Economy--it was all very
+thrilling.
+
+"Hello, Larry," she said as the Secret Serviceman joined her at their
+table. He was a tall young man in his late twenties with crewcut blond
+hair; but he sat down heavily now and did not offer Sheila his usual
+smile.
+
+"Why, what on earth is the matter?" Sheila asked him.
+
+"Nothing. I need a drink, that's all."
+
+The drinks came. Larry gulped his and ordered another. His complete
+silence baffled Sheila, who finally said:
+
+"Surely it isn't anything I did."
+
+"You? Don't be silly."
+
+"Well! After the way you said that I don't know if I should be glad or
+not."
+
+"Just forget it. I'm sorry, kid. I--" He reached out and touched her
+hand. His own hand was damp and cold.
+
+"Going to tell me, Larry?"
+
+"Listen. What's a guy supposed to do if he overhears something he's not
+supposed to overhear, and--"
+
+"How should I know unless you tell me what you overheard? It is you
+you're talking about, isn't it?"
+
+"Yeah. I was going off duty, walking by officer quarters and ... oh,
+forget it. I better not tell you."
+
+"I'm a good listener, Larry."
+
+"Look, Irish. You're a good anything--and that's the truth. You have
+looks and you have brains and I have a hunch through all that Emerald
+Isle sauciness you have a heart too. But--"
+
+"But you don't want to tell me."
+
+"It isn't I don't want to, but no one's supposed to know, not even the
+President."
+
+"You sure make it sound mysterious."
+
+"Just the officers. Oh, hell. I don't know. What good would it do if I
+told you?"
+
+"I guess you'd just get it off your chest, that's all."
+
+"I can't tell anyone official, Sheila. I'd have my head handed to me.
+But I've got to think and I've got to tell someone. I'll go crazy, just
+knowing and not doing anything."
+
+"It's important, isn't it?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Larry downed another drink quickly. It was his fourth and Sheila had
+never seen him take more than three or four in the course of a whole
+evening. "You're damned right it's important." Larry leaned forward
+across the postage-stamp table. A liquor-haze clouded his eyes as he
+said: "It's so important that unless someone does something about it,
+we'll all be dead inside of twenty-four hours. Only trouble is, there
+isn't anything anyone can do about it."
+
+"Larry--you're a little drunk."
+
+"I know it. I know I am. I want to be a lot drunker. What the hell can a
+guy do?"
+
+"What do you know, Larry? What have you heard?"
+
+"I know they have the President of the Galactic Federation aboard this
+ship and that he ought to be told the truth."
+
+"No. I mean--"
+
+"They sent out an SOS, kid. Controls are locked. Lifeboats don't have
+enough power to get us out of the sun's gravitational pull. We're all
+going to roast, I tell you!"
+
+Sheila felt her heart throb wildly. Even though he was well on the way
+to being thoroughly drunk, Larry was telling the truth. Instinctively,
+she knew that--was certain of it. "What are you going to do?" she said.
+
+He shrugged. "I guess because I can't do a damned thing I'm going to get
+good and drunk. That's what I'm going to do. Or maybe--who the hell
+knows?--maybe in one minute I'm going to jump up on this table and tell
+everyone what I overheard. Maybe I ought to do that, huh?"
+
+"Larry, Larry--if it's as bad as you say, maybe you ought to think
+before you do anything."
+
+"Who am I to think? I'm one of the muscle men. That's what they pay me
+for, isn't it?"
+
+"Larry. You don't have to shout."
+
+"Well, isn't it?"
+
+"If you don't calm down I'll have to leave."
+
+"You can sit still. You can park here all night. _I'm_ leaving."
+
+"What are you going to do?"
+
+"Oh ... that." Larry got up from the table. He looked suddenly green and
+Sheila thought it was because he had too much to drink. "You don't have
+to worry about that, Sheila. Not now you don't. I all of a sudden don't
+feel so good. Headache. Man, I never felt anything like it. Better go to
+my cabin and lie down. Maybe I'll wake up and find out all this was a
+dream, huh?"
+
+"Do you need any help?" Sheila demanded, real concern in her voice.
+
+"No. 'Sall right. Man, this headache really snuck up on me. Pow! Without
+any warning."
+
+"Let me help you."
+
+"No. Just leave me alone, will you?" Larry staggered off across the
+crowded dance floor. He drew angry glances and muttered comments as he
+disturbed the dancers waltzing to Carlotti's _Danube in Space_.
+
+Why don't you admit it, Grange, Larry thought as he staggered through
+the companionway toward his cabin. That's what you always wanted, isn't
+it--a place of importance?
+
+A place in the sun, they call it.
+
+"You're going to get a place in the sun, all right," he mumbled aloud.
+"Right smack in the middle of the sun with everyone else aboard this
+ship!"
+
+The humor of it amused him perversely. He smiled--but it was closer to a
+leer--and lunged into his cabin. What he said to Sheila was no joke. He
+really did have a splitting headache. It had come on suddenly and it was
+like no headache he had ever known. It pulsed and throbbed and beat
+against his temples and held red hot needles to the backs of his
+eyeballs, almost blinding him. It sapped all his strength, leaving him
+physically weak. He was barely able to close the door behind him and
+stagger to the shower.
+
+An ice cold shower, he thought would help. He stripped quickly and got
+under the needle spray. By that time he was so weak he could barely
+stand.
+
+A place in the sun, he thought....
+
+Something grabbed his mind and wrenched it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Johnny Mayhem awoke.
+
+Awakening came slowly, as it always did. It was a rising through
+infinite gulfs, a rebirth for a man who had died a hundred times and
+might die a thousand times more as the years piled up and became
+centuries. It was a spinning, whirling, flashing ascent from blackness
+to coruscating colors, brightness, giddiness.
+
+And suddenly, it was over.
+
+A needle spray of ice-cold water beat down upon him. He shuddered and
+reached for the water-taps, shutting them. Dripping, he climbed from the
+shower.
+
+And floated up--quite weightless--toward the ceiling.
+
+Frowning with his new and as yet unseen face, Johnny Mayhem propelled
+himself to the floor. He looked at his arms. He was naked--at least that
+much was right.
+
+But obviously, since he was weightless, he was not on Deneb IV. During
+his transmigration he had been briefed for the trouble on Deneb IV. Then
+had a mistake been made somehow? It was always possible--but it had
+never happened before.
+
+Too much precision and careful planning was involved.
+
+Every world which had an Earthman population and a Galactic League--now,
+Galactic Federation--post, must have a body in cold storage, waiting for
+Johnny Mayhem if his services were required. No one knew when Mayhem's
+services might be required. No one knew exactly under what circumstances
+the Galactic Federation Council, operating from the Hub of the Galaxy,
+might summon Mayhem. And only a very few people, including those at the
+Hub and the Galactic League Firstmen on civilized worlds and Observers
+on frontier planets, knew the precise mechanics of Mayhem's coming.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Johnny Mayhem, a bodiless sentience. Mayhem--Johnny Marlow then--who
+had been chased from Earth a pariah and a criminal seven years ago, who
+had been mortally wounded on a wild planet deep within the Sagittarian
+Swarm, whose life had been saved--after a fashion--by the white magic
+of that planet. Mayhem, doomed now to possible immortality as a
+bodiless sentience, an _elan_, which could occupy and activate a corpse
+if it had been preserved properly ... an _elan_ doomed to wander
+eternally because it could not remain in one body for more than a month
+without body and _elan_ perishing. Mayhem, who had dedicated his
+strange, lonely life to the services of the Galactic League--now the
+Galactic Federation--because a normal life and normal social relations
+were not possible to him....
+
+It did not seem possible, Mayhem thought now, that a mistake could be
+made. Then--a sudden change in plans?
+
+It had never happened before, but it was entirely possible. Something,
+Mayhem decided, had come up during transmigration. It was terribly
+important and the people at the Hub had had no opportunity to brief him
+on it.
+
+But--what?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+His first shock came a moment later. He walked to a mirror on the wall
+and approved of the strong young body which would house his sentience
+and then scowled. A thought inside his head said:
+
+_So this is what it's like to have schizophrenia._
+
+_What the hell was that?_ Mayhem thought.
+
+_I said, so this is what it's like to have schizophrenia. First the
+world's worst headache and then I start thinking like two different
+people._
+
+_Aren't you dead?_
+
+_Is that supposed to be a joke, alter ego? When do the men in the white
+suits come?_
+
+_Good Lord, this was supposed to be a dead body!_
+
+At that, the other sentience which shared the body with Mayhem snickered
+and lapsed into silence. Mayhem, for his part, was astounded.
+
+_Don't get ornery now_, Mayhem pleaded. _I'm Johnny Mayhem. Does that
+mean anything to you?_
+
+_Oh, sure. It means I'm dead. You inhabit dead bodies, right?_
+
+_Usually. Listen--where are we?_
+
+Glory of the Galaxy--_bound from Earth to Mars on perihelion._
+
+_And there's trouble?_
+
+_How do you know there's trouble?_
+
+_Otherwise they wouldn't have diverted me here._
+
+_We've got the president aboard. We're going to hit the sun._ Then,
+grudgingly, Larry went into the details. When he finished he thought
+cynically: _Now all you have to do is go outside yelling have no fear,
+Mayhem is here and everything will be all right, I suppose._
+
+Mayhem didn't answer. It would be many moments yet before he could
+adjust to this new, unexpected situation. But in a way, he thought, it
+would be a boon. If he were co-inhabiting the body of a living man who
+belonged on the _Glory of the Galaxy_, there was no need to reveal his
+identity as Johnny Mayhem to anyone but his host....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I tell ya," Technician First Class Ackerman Boone shouted, "the
+refrigeration unit's gone on the blink. You can't feel it yet, but I
+ought to know. I got the refrigs working full strength and we gained a
+couple of degrees heat. Either she's on the blink or we're too close to
+the sun, I tell you!"
+
+Ackerman Boone was a big man, a veteran spacer with a squat, very strong
+body and arms like an orangutan. Under normal circumstances he was a
+very fine spacer and a good addition to any crew, but he bore an
+unreasonable grudge against the officer corps and would go out of his
+way to make them look bad in the eyes of the other enlisted men. A large
+crowd had gathered in the hammock-hung crew quarters of the _Glory of
+the Galaxy_ as Boone went on in his deep, booming voice: "So I asked the
+skipper of the watch, I did. He got shifty-eyed, like they always do.
+You know. He wasn't talking, but sure as my name's Ackerman Boone,
+something's wrong."
+
+"What do you think it is, Acky?" one of the younger men asked.
+
+"Well, I tell ya this: I know what it _isn't_. I checked out the refrigs
+three times, see, and came up with nothing. The refrigs are in jig
+order, and if I know it then you know it. So, if the refrigs are in jig
+order, there's only one thing it can be: we're getting too near the
+sun!" Boone clamped his mouth shut and stood with thick, muscular arms
+crossed over his barrel chest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A young technician third class said in a strident voice, "You mean you
+think maybe we're plunging into the sun, Acky?"
+
+"Well, now, I didn't say that. Did I, boy? But we _are_ too close and if
+we are too close there's got to be a reason for it. If we stay too close
+too long, O.K. Then we're plunging into the sun. Right now, I dunno."
+
+They all asked Ackerman Boone, who was an unofficial leader among them,
+what he was going to do. He rubbed his big fingers against the thick
+stubble of beard on his jaw and you could hear the rasping sound it
+made. Then he said, "Nothing, until we find out for sure. But I got a
+hunch the officers are trying to pull the wool over the eyes of them
+politicians we got on board. That's all right with me, men. If they want
+to, they got their reasons. But I tell ya this: they ain't going to pull
+any wool over Acky Boone's eyes, and that's a fact."
+
+Just then the squawk box called: "Now hear this! Now hear this! Tech/1
+Ackerman Boone to Exec's office. Tech/1 Boone to Exec."
+
+"You see?" Boone said, smiling grimly. As yet, no one saw. His face
+still set in a grim smile, Ackerman Boone headed above decks.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"That, Mr. President," Vice Admiral T. Shawnley Stapleton said gravely,
+"is the problem. We would have come to you sooner, sir, but frankly--"
+
+"I know it, Admiral," the President said quietly. "I could not have
+helped you in any way. There was no sense telling me."
+
+"We have one chance, sir, and one only. It's irregular and it will
+probably knock the hell out of the _Glory of the Galaxy_, but it may
+save our lives. If we throw the ship suddenly into subspace we could
+pass right through the sun's position and--"
+
+"I'm no scientist, Admiral, but wouldn't that put tremendous stress not
+only on the ship but on all of us aboard?"
+
+"It would, sir. I won't keep anything from you, of course. We'd all be
+subjected to a force of twenty-some gravities for a period of several
+seconds. Here aboard the _Glory_, we don't have adequate G-equipment.
+It's something like the old days of air flight, sir: as soon as
+airplanes became reasonably safe, passenger ships didn't bother to carry
+parachutes. Result over a period of fifty years: thousands of lives
+lost. We'd all be bruised and battered, sir. Bones would be broken.
+There might be a few deaths. But I see no other way out, sir."
+
+"Then there was no need to check with me at all, I assure you, Admiral
+Stapleton. Do whatever you think is best, sir."
+
+The Admiral nodded gravely. "Thank you, Mr. President. I will say this,
+though: we will wait for a miracle."
+
+"I'm afraid I don't follow you."
+
+"Well, I don't expect a miracle, but the switchover to subspace so
+suddenly is bound to be dangerous. Therefore, we'll wait until the last
+possible moment. It will grow uncomfortably warm, let me warn you, but
+as long as the subspace drive is in good working order--"
+
+"I see what you mean, Admiral. You have a free hand, sir; let me repeat
+that. I will not interfere in any way and I have the utmost confidence
+in you." The President mopped his brow with an already damp
+handkerchief. It _was_ growing warm, come to think of it. Uncomfortably
+warm.
+
+As if everyone aboard the _Glory of the Galaxy_ was slowly being broiled
+alive....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ackerman Boone entered the crew quarters with the same smile still on
+his lips. At first he said nothing, but his silence drew the men like a
+magnet draws iron filings. When they had all clustered about him he
+spoke.
+
+"The Exec not only chewed my ears off," he boomed. "He all but spit them
+in my face! I was right, men. He admitted it to me after he saw how he
+couldn't get away with anything in front of Ackerman Boone. Men, we're
+heading on collision course with the sun!"
+
+A shocked silence greeted his words and Ackerman Boone, instinctively a
+born speaker, paused dramatically to allow each man the private horror
+of his own thoughts for a few moments. Then he continued: "The Admiral
+figures we have one chance to get out of this alive, men. He figures--"
+
+"What is it, Acky?"
+
+"What will he do?"
+
+"How will the Admiral get us out of this?"
+
+Ackerman Boone spat on the polished, gleaming floor of the crew
+quarters. "He'll never get us out alive, let me tell you. He wants to
+shift us into subspace at the last possible minute. Suddenly. Like
+this--" and Ackerman Boone snapped his fingers.
+
+"There'd be a ship full of broken bones!" someone protested. "We can't
+do a thing like that."
+
+"He'll kill us all!" a very young T/3 cried hysterically.
+
+"Not if I can help it, he won't," shouted Ackerman Boone. "Listen, men.
+This ain't a question of discipline. It's a question of living or dying
+and I tell you that's more important than doing it like the book says or
+discipline or anything like that. We got a chance, all right: but it
+ain't what the Admiral thinks it is. We ought to abandon the _Glory_ to
+her place in the sun and scram out of here in the lifeboats--every last
+person aboard ship."
+
+"But will they have enough power to get out of the sun's gravitational
+pull?" someone asked.
+
+Ackerman Boone shrugged. "Don't look at me," he said mockingly. "I'm
+only an enlisted man and they don't give enlisted men enough math to
+answer questions like that. But reckoning by the seat of my pants I
+would say, yes. Yes, we could get away like that--if we act fast.
+Because every minute we waste is a minute that brings us closer to the
+sun and makes it harder to get away in the lifeboats. If we act, men, we
+got to act fast."
+
+"You're talking mutiny, Boone," a grizzled old space veteran said. "You
+can count me out."
+
+"What's the matter, McCormick? Yellow?"
+
+"I'm not yellow. I say it takes guts to maintain discipline in a real
+emergency. I say _you're_ yellow, Boone."
+
+"You better be ready to back that up with your fists, McCormick," Boone
+said savagely.
+
+"I'm ready any time you're ready, you yellow mutinous bastard!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ackerman Boone launched himself at the smaller, older man, who stood his
+ground unflinchingly although he probably knew he would take a sound
+beating. But four or five crewmen came between them and held them apart,
+one saying:
+
+"Look who's talking, Boone. You say time's precious but you're all set
+to start fighting. Every minute--"
+
+"Every _second_," Boone said grimly, "brings us more than a hundred
+miles closer to the sun."
+
+"What can we do, Acky?"
+
+Instead of answer, Ackerman Boone dramatically mopped the sweat from his
+face. All the men were uncomfortably warm now. It was obvious that the
+temperature within the _Glory of the Galaxy_ had now climbed fifteen or
+twenty degrees despite the fact that the refrigs were working at full
+capacity. Even the bulkheads and the metal floor of crew quarters were
+unpleasantly warm to the touch. The air was hot and suddenly very dry.
+
+"I'll tell you what we ought to do," Ackerman Boone said finally.
+"Admiral Stapleton or no Admiral Stapleton, President of the Galactic
+Federation or no President of the Galactic Federation, we ought to take
+over this ship and man the life boats for everyone's good. If they don't
+want to save their lives and ours--let's us save our lives and theirs!"
+
+Roars of approval greeted Boone's words, but Spacer McCormick and some
+of the other veterans stood apart from the loud speech-making which
+followed. Actually, Boone's wild words--which he gambled with after the
+first flush of enthusiasm for his plan--began to lose converts. One by
+one the men drifted toward McCormick's silent group until, finally,
+Boone had lost almost his entire audience.
+
+Just then a T/2 rushed into crew quarters and shouted: "Hey, is Boone
+around? Has anyone seen Boone?"
+
+This brought general laughter. Under the circumstances, the question was
+not without its humorous aspect.
+
+"What'll you have?" Boone demanded.
+
+"The refrigs, Boone! They are on the blink. Overstrained themselves and
+burned themselves out. Inside of half an hour this ship's going to be an
+oven hot enough to kill us all!"
+
+"Half an hour, men!" Ackerman Boone cried. "Now, do we take over the
+ship and man those lifeboats or don't we!"
+
+The roar which followed his words was a decidedly affirmative one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"These are the figures," Admiral Stapleton said. "You can see, Mr.
+President, that we have absolutely no chance whatever if we man the
+lifeboats. We would perish as assuredly as we would if we remained with
+the _Glory of the Galaxy_ in normal space."
+
+"Admiral, I have to hand it to you. I don't know how you can think--in
+all this heat."
+
+"Have to, sir. Otherwise we all die."
+
+"The air temperature--"
+
+"Is a hundred and thirty degrees and rising. We've passed salt tablets
+out to everyone, sir, but even then it's only a matter of time before
+we're all prostrated. If you're sure you give your permission, sir--"
+
+"Admiral Stapleton, you are running this ship, not I."
+
+"Very well, sir. I've sent our subspace officer, Lieutenant Ormundy, to
+throw in the subspace drive. We should know in a few moments--"
+
+"No crash hammocks or anything?"
+
+"I'm sorry, sir."
+
+"It isn't your fault, Admiral. I was merely pointing out a fact."
+
+The squawk box blared: "Now hear this! Now hear this! T/3 Ackerman Boone
+to Admiral Stapleton. Are you listening, Admiral?"
+
+Admiral Stapleton's haggard, heat-worn face bore a look of astonishment
+as he listened. Ackerman said, "We have Lieutenant Ormundy, Admiral.
+He's not killing us all by putting us into subspace in minutes when it
+ought to take hours, you understand. We have Ormundy and we have the
+subspace room. A contingent of our men is getting the lifeboats ready.
+We're going to abandon ship, Admiral, all of us, including you and the
+politicians even if we have to drag you aboard the lifeboats at
+N--gunpoint."
+
+Admiral Stapleton's face went ashen. "Let me at a radio!" he roared. "I
+want to answer that man and see if he understands exactly what mutiny
+is!"
+
+While Ackerman Boone was talking over the squawk box, the temperature
+within the _Glory of the Galaxy_ rose to 145 deg. Fahrenheit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Fifteen minutes," Larry Grange said. "In fifteen minutes the heat will
+have us all unconscious." Only it wasn't Larry alone who was talking. It
+was Larry and Johnny Mayhem. In a surprisingly short time the young
+Secret Serviceman had come to accept the dual occupation of his own
+mind. It was there: it was either dual occupation or insanity and if the
+voice which spoke inside his head said it was Johnny Mayhem, then it was
+Johnny Mayhem. Besides, Larry felt clear-headed in a way he had never
+felt before, despite the terrible, sapping heat. It was as if he had
+matured suddenly--the word matured came to him instinctively--in the
+space of minutes. Or, as if a maturing influence were at work on his
+mind.
+
+"What can we do?" Sheila said. "The crew has complete control of the
+ship."
+
+"Secret Service chief says we're on our own. There's no time for
+co-ordinated planning, but somehow, within a very few minutes, we've got
+to get inside the subspace room and throw the ship out of normal space
+or we'll all be roasted."
+
+"Some of your men are there now, aren't they?"
+
+"In the companionway outside the subspace room, yeah. But they'll never
+force their way in time. Not with blasters and not with N-guns, either.
+Not in ten minutes, they won't."
+
+"Larry, all of a sudden I--I'm scared. We're all going to die, Larry. I
+don't want--Larry, what are you going to do?"
+
+They had been walking in a deserted companionway which brought them to
+one of the aft escape hatches of the _Glory of the Galaxy_. Their
+clothing was plastered to their bodies with sweat and every breath was
+agonizing, furnace hot.
+
+"I'm going outside," Larry said quietly.
+
+"Outside? What do you mean?"
+
+"Spacesuit, outside. There's a hatch in the subspace room. If their
+attention is diverted to the companionway door, I may be able to get in.
+It's our only chance--ours, and everyone's."
+
+"But the spacesuit--"
+
+"I know," Larry said even as he was climbing into the inflatable vacuum
+garment. It was Larry--and it wasn't Larry. He felt a certain
+confidence, a certain sense of doing the right thing--a feeling which
+Larry Grange had never experienced before in his life. It was as if the
+boy had become a man in the final moments of his life--or, he thought
+all at once, it was as if Johnny Mayhem who shared his mind and his body
+with him was somehow transmitting some of his own skills and confidence
+even as he--Mayhem--had reached the decision to go outside.
+
+"I know," he said. "The spacesuit isn't insulated sufficiently. I'll
+have about three minutes out there. Three minutes to get inside.
+Otherwise, I'm finished."
+
+"But Larry--"
+
+"Don't you see, Sheila? What does it matter? Who wants the five or ten
+extra minutes if we're all going to die anyway? This way, there's a
+chance."
+
+He buckled the spacesuit and lifted the heavy fishbowl helmet, preparing
+to set it on his shoulders.
+
+"Wait," Sheila said, and stood on tiptoes to take his face in her hands
+and kiss him on the lips. "You--you're different," Sheila said. "You're
+the same guy, a lot of fun, but you're a--man, too. This is for what
+might have been, Larry," she said, and kissed him again. "This is
+because I love you."
+
+Before he dropped the helmet in place, Larry said. "It isn't for what
+might have been, Sheila. It's for what will be."
+
+The helmet snapped shut over the shoulder ridges of the spacesuit.
+Moments later, he had slipped into the airlock.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I say you're a fool, Ackerman Boone!" one of the enlisted men rasped at
+the leader of the mutiny. "I say now we've lost our last chance. Now
+it's too late to get into the lifeboats even if we wanted to. Now all we
+can do is--die!"
+
+There were still ten conscious men in the subspace room. The others had
+fallen before heat prostration and lay strewn about the floor, wringing
+wet and oddly flaccid as if all the moisture had been wrung from their
+bodies except for the sweat which covered their skins.
+
+"All right," Ackerman Boone admitted. "All right, so none of us knows
+how to work the subspace mechanism. You think that would have helped? It
+would have killed us all, I tell you."
+
+"It was a chance, Boone. Our last chance and you--"
+
+"Just shut up!" Boone snarled. "I know what you're thinking. You're
+thinking we ought to let them officers and Secret Servicemen to ram home
+the subspace drive. But use your head, man. Probably they'll kill us
+all, but if they don't--"
+
+"Then you admit there's a chance!"
+
+"Yeah. All right, a chance. But if they don't kill us all, if they save
+us by ramming home the subspacer, what happens? We're all taken in on a
+mutiny charge. It's a capital offense, you fool!"
+
+"Well, it's better than sure death," the man said, and moved toward the
+door.
+
+"Allister, wait!" Boone cried. "Wait, I'm warning you. Any man who tries
+to open that door--"
+
+Outside, a steady booming of blaster fire could be heard, but the
+assault-proof door stood fast.
+
+"--is going to get himself killed!" Boone finished.
+
+Grimly, Allister reached the door and got his already blistered fingers
+on the lock mechanism.
+
+Ackerman Boone shot him in the back with an N-gun.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Larry's whole body felt like one raw mass of broken blisters as, flat on
+his belly, he inched his way along the outside hull of the _Glory of the
+Galaxy_. He had no idea what the heat was out here, but it radiated off
+the hot hull of the _Glory_ in scalding, suffocating waves which swept
+right through the insulining of the spacesuit. If he didn't find the
+proper hatch, and in a matter of seconds....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Anyone else?" Ackerman Boone screamed. "Anyone else like Allister?"
+
+But one by one the remaining men were dropping from the heat.
+Finally--alone--Ackerman Boone faced the door and stared defiantly at
+the hot metal as if he could see his adversaries through it. On the
+other side, the firing became more sporadic as the officers and Secret
+Servicemen collapsed. His mind crazed with the heat and with fear,
+Ackerman Boone suddenly wished he could see the men through the door,
+wished he could see them die....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was this hatch or nothing. He thought it was the right one, but
+couldn't be sure. He could no longer see. His vision had gone
+completely. The pain was a numb thing now, far away, hardly a part of
+himself. Maybe Mayhem was absorbing the pain-sensation for him, he
+thought. Maybe Mayhem took the pain and suffered with it in the shared
+body so he, Larry, could still think. Maybe--
+
+His blistered fingers were barely able to move within the insulined
+gloves, Larry fumbled with the hatch.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ackerman Boone whirled suddenly. He had been intent upon the
+companionway door and the sounds behind him--which he had heard but not
+registered as dangerous for several seconds--now made him turn.
+
+The man was peeling off a space suit. Literally peeling it off in strips
+from his lobster-red flesh. He blinked at Boone without seeing him.
+Dazzle-blinded, Boone thought, then realized his own vision was going.
+
+"I'll kill you if you go near that subspace drive!" Boone screamed.
+
+"It's the only chance for all of us and you know it, Boone," the man
+said quietly. "Don't try to stop me."
+
+Ackerman Boone lifted his N-gun and squinted through the haze of heat
+and blinding light. He couldn't see! He couldn't see....
+
+Wildly, he fired the N-gun. Wildly, in all directions, spraying the room
+with it--
+
+Larry dropped blindly forward. Twice he tripped over unconscious men,
+but climbed to his feet and went on. He could not see Boone, but he
+could see--vaguely--the muzzle flash of Boone's N-gun. He staggered
+across the room toward that muzzle-flash and finally embraced it--
+
+And found himself fighting for his life. Boone was crazed now--with the
+heat and with his own failure. He bit and tore at Larry with strong
+claw-like fingers and lashed out with his feet. He balled his fists and
+hammered air like a windmill, arms flailing, striking flesh often enough
+to batter Larry toward the floor.
+
+Grimly Larry clung to him, pulled himself upright, ducked his head
+against his chest and struck out with his own fists, feeling nothing,
+not knowing when they landed and when they did not, hearing nothing but
+a far off roaring in his ears, a roaring which told him he was losing
+consciousness and had to act--soon--if he was going to save anyone....
+
+He stood and pounded with his fists.
+
+Pounded--air.
+
+He did not know that Boone had collapsed until his feet trod on the
+man's inert body and then, quickly, he rushed toward the control board,
+rushed blindly in its direction, or in the direction he thought it would
+be, tripped over something, sprawled on the hot, blistering floor, got
+himself up somehow, crawled forward, pulled himself upright....
+
+There was no sensation in his fingers. He did not know if he had
+actually reached the control board but abruptly he realized that he had
+not felt Mayhem's presence in his mind for several minutes. Was Mayhem
+conserving his energy for a final try, letting Larry absorb the
+punishment now so he--
+
+Yes, Larry remembered thinking vaguely. It had to be that. For Mayhem
+knew how to work the controls, and he did not. Now his mind receded into
+a fog of semi-consciousness, but he was aware that his blistered fingers
+were fairly flying across the control board, aware then of an inward
+sigh--whether of relief or triumph, he was never to know--then aware,
+abruptly and terribly, of a wrenching pain which seemed to strip his
+skin from his flesh, his flesh from his bones, the marrow from....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"Can you see?" the doctor asked.
+
+"Yes," Larry said as the bandages were removed from his eyes. Three
+people were in the room with the doctor--Admiral Stapleton, the
+President--and Sheila. Somehow, Sheila was most important.
+
+"We are now in subspace, thanks to you," the Admiral said. "We all have
+minor injuries as a result of the transfer, but there were only two
+fatalities, I'm happy to say. And naturally, the ship is now out of
+danger."
+
+"What gets me, Grange," the President said, "is how you managed to work
+those controls. What the devil do you know about sub-space, my boy?"
+
+"The two fatalities," the Admiral said, "were Ackerman Boone and the man
+he had killed." Then the Admiral grinned. "Can't you see, Mr. President,
+that he's not paying any attention to us? I think, at the moment, the
+hero of the hour only has eyes for Miss Kelly here."
+
+"Begging your pardons, sirs, yes," Larry said happily.
+
+Nodding and smiling, the President of the Galactic Federation and
+Admiral Stapleton left the dispensary room--with the doctor.
+
+"Well, hero," Sheila said, and smiled.
+
+Larry realized--quite suddenly--that, inside himself, he was alone.
+Mayhem had done his job--and vanished utterly.
+
+"You know," Sheila said, "it's as if you--well, I hope this doesn't get
+you sore at me--as if you grew up overnight."
+
+Before he kissed her Larry said: "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'll tell
+you about it someday. But you'd never believe me."
+
+
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+  Transcriber's Note: A few typographical errors have been repaired.
+      cornea CHANGED TO corona (2 places)
+      The squack box blared: CHANGED TO The squawk box blared:
+      _bead_ on his elan CHANGED TO bead on his _elan_
+      liason CHANGED TO liaison (1 place)
+
+
+
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