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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Bleekman's Planet - -Author: Ivar Jorgensen - -Release Date: June 22, 2021 [eBook #65666] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BLEEKMAN'S PLANET *** - - - - - - Thornwald had done his tour of duty for the - Solar Service; now it was time for him to retire - But a life of relaxation would not be simple on-- - - Bleekman's Planet - - By Ivar Jorgensen - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy - February 1957 - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -Looking around cautiously, Mac Thornwald eased himself down from the -window ledge where he had been crouching. It was less than a ten-foot -drop, but because of the pain in his left ankle he didn't dare to drop -too heavily. His right leg would have to take the brunt of the shock. - -As he struck the plastosteel pavement, he clamped his lips together -to cut short the moan of pain that welled up as his left foot twisted -under him. - -He staggered a little and then straightened to look around. No one had -heard anything. The city around him was still silent. He still had a -chance. Only the ghostly whispers of the air-reptiles drifting through -the sky could be heard. - -Taking a deep breath, he reholstered the pistol he was clutching and -began limping up the dark street toward the Governor's Mansion. - -Eventually, the numbing pain began to leave his foot. The stun beam had -hit the nerves near the ankle, but the effect wore off after several -minutes of walking. _Okay_, he thought. _I'm back in business again._ -The Governor of Bleekman's Planet had reckoned wrong when he tried to -take personal property away from an ex-Patrolman. - - * * * * * - -MacKenzie Thornwald had landed on Bleekman's Planet less than eight -hours before. He was a young man, tall and dark and hard-looking, with -the deep tan of the veteran spaceman. Ten years with the Interstellar -Police had strengthened him and taught him to take care of himself. - -He'd still be in the service except for the loss of his left arm, -which had been burned off by a Mark X rifle during a skirmish. It -had earned Thornwald a medal and a fat retirement pension. So he had -decided to take it easy for the rest of his life. - -He had picked Bleekman's Planet. It was well out of the more civilized -areas of the Galaxy, a frontier planet out on the Rim. Bleekman's -Planet had, as yet, only one city--Velliston. - -The setup had looked good. There was money to be made on a frontier -planet, away from the main stream of Galactic civilization. Mac -Thornwald had wanted to settle down in a small, sparsely-populated area -and just take it easy the rest of his life. And Bleekman's Planet had -looked like just the place. - -He couldn't have been wronger. Trouble started the moment he got off -the space shuttle from the liner. - -"Here you are, pal," the shuttle pilot said. "All set?" - -"Sure," Thornwald said. He scooped up his baggage with his one good arm -and walked down the ramp. Behind him, the shuttle blasted off, heading -back to the mother ship above. Thornwald paused at the landing, with -his suitcase dangling from his arm and his trunk at his side, looking -at the Bleekman's Planet Spaceport. - -"Over here, you," said a cold voice. - -Thornwald glanced over and saw two men approaching him in uniform. -"We're the customs inspectors," the taller of the two said. "We'll have -to look at your baggage." - -"Fair enough," Thornwald said. "You'll find I'm not carrying anything -prohibited. I'm coming here to settle." - -"We'll decide whether your stuff's okay," the smaller inspector said. -The two men hoisted Thornwald's baggage and carried it to the depot. -Thornwald followed. - -"Let's have the keys," the tall one ordered. Mac handed over the -keys and they opened the trunk. The first thing they discovered was -Thornwald's prosthetic arm. - -"What's _this_?" The inspector's voice registered shock. - -"Haven't you ever seen a prosthetic arm? I lost mine in combat, and -this is my spare." - -The inspector's eyes narrowed. "How come you're not wearing it, then?" - -"It's thought-attuned. It's controlled directly from my neural centers, -and the linkage isn't completely smooth yet. It takes time to learn how -to use one of those things, and it's a strain learning. I don't wear -the arm all the time." - -The inspector nodded. He turned back and continued to check through -Thornwald's luggage. Finally, the two inspectors held a whispered -conference and looked up. - -"What are you doing on this planet, Mr. Thornwald?" - -"I'm--I've come here to live. I'm a retired Interstellar Policeman." - -"We noticed that. But this stuff looks suspicious. I think we'll have -to hold you for questioning." - -Thornwald backed away. "What's that? What kind of questioning? Is this -a shakedown of some kind?" - -"Orders of the Governor," the inspector said. "Come on, now--we'll put -you away until the Governor can talk to you himself." - -"Hold it, fellow," Thornwald warned. "I'm a policeman, and I know the -law. You can't lock me away without a writ." - -The other chuckled. "Oh no? Want to see how?" - -Thornwald stepped forward and cracked his fist into the man's face -without waiting for further conversation. The man went toppling -backward, but the second one moved in and quickly caught Mac's arm. He -lifted his blaster and whipped it across Thornwald's face. - -Helpless, Thornwald tried to duck. The butt cut into his flesh just -above the cheekbone, and he sagged limply. - -"You'll come now, I think." - - * * * * * - -"In here, Thornwald." - -The door of a cell opened, and rough hands hurled Thornwald inside. The -metal door clanked closed. Thornwald sat down on the hard cot in the -corner of the cell and tried to rub the pain away. - -_Nice welcome_, he thought. _Half an hour on Bleekman's Planet and I've -had my baggage confiscated, gotten a pistol-whipping, and got tossed -into the jug. Pleasant planet._ He rubbed his head and groaned. - -"They give it to you bad?" a voice said. - -"Who's there?" - -"Don't jump," the voice said. "I'm your cellmate. The name is Miller. -I've been here a week." - -Thornwald squinted in the darkness and made out the dimly-visible form -of a man huddled up against the wall in the far corner of the cell. - -"Just arrive?" Miller said. - -"Yes. And I'm pretty puzzled about this damned rough stuff. What kind -of a world is this, anyway?" - -Miller chuckled hollowly. "A lousy one. You're new here; you haven't -felt the worst of it yet." - -"What do you mean?" - -"I mean that you're now the private property of Governor Lloyd -Henderson and his paid thugs. I mean that Henderson runs this world, -and there's nothing you or I or anybody else can do but knuckle under." - -Thornwald sprang to his feet. "How is it the outside world doesn't know -about this? How'd it happen? Who is this Henderson, anyway?" - -"One question at a time," Miller said. "Why doesn't the outside world -know? Simple. No one leaves Bleekman's Planet, and so nobody finds out. -Not even a space liner lands here; it's too unimportant for that. A -shuttle comes down. - -"As for how it happened--well, do you know anything about thylomine?" - -"The cancer-curing drug?" - -"That's the one. It's made from the _narkos_ tree, which is found on -Bleekman's Planet and a couple of other places. The leaves of the plant -are rich in it. All you have to do is gather them and process them, -and the drug can be made in quantity. Henderson's got the monopoly on -_narkos_-growing here. He was a big farmer originally, who just bought -everyone else out. Now he's the governor, and the thylomine trade is in -his back pocket, along with the rest of the planet." - -Thornwald kicked his foot against the wall angrily. "Of all the lousy -worlds I had to pick to come to live on--" He turned to his cellmate. -"Why are you here?" - -Miller shrugged. "Why are _you_ here? Why is anyone here? Anyone who -crosses Henderson gets dumped in here." - -"But I didn't cross him," Thornwald protested. "I wasn't on the damn -planet more than a minute before they grabbed me." - -"There must be a reason. Maybe they think you're a spy from the -Galactic Federation. That's what they fear worst of all--someone -getting in here and spilling the beans to the rest of the universe." - -"That must be it," Thornwald agreed. "I'm a retired Police officer. -They must think I'm here as a spy." He shook his head. "I've got to get -out of here!" - -"How are you going to do that?" - -"Just wait and see." He cupped his hand. "Guard! _Guard!_" - - * * * * * - -He yelled a second time and a third. The sound of his shouting echoed -down the prison corridor, reverberated from the walls hollowly. "Guard! -Guard!" - -"Okay," a bored voice said. "Quit yelling. What's the trouble in there?" - -"It's my arm," Thornwald gasped. "It's haemorrhaging--I'm bleeding to -death!" - -"You that one-armed fellow they just brought in?" - -"Yes, yes! Come on! Get me a doctor before I bleed to death!" - -There was a note of desperate urgency in Thornwald's voice that was so -convincing he could almost feel his stump throbbing. - -"All right, I'll take a look," the guard said finally. He fumbled with -his keys and inserted one, while Thornwald threw himself to the floor -and lay there, writhing in apparently hideous pain. - -"Where are you?" - -"Down here," Thornwald said weakly. "I can't stand up. I--" - -The guard bent to see what was wrong, and Thornwald kicked upward at -him. His boot took the jailer on the side of his jaw and knocked him -backward against the wall. As he staggered there, stunned, Thornwald -sprinted past him and out the cell door into the corridor. - -"Get him, Miller!" he yelled as he broke away. - -A bright stunbeam light spurted out as Thornwald left. He winced as it -nicked him in one ankle, almost hamstringing him, but he kept going. -Behind him, he heard the sound of Miller fighting with the bewildered -guard. - -Thornwald dashed down the corridor as well he could with one foot -nearly crippled, reached the window, hoisted himself up with his arm, -and crawled up to the ledge. - -He smashed open the window and shimmied through. - -He was out of jail now--or would be when he dropped the ten feet to the -ground. But he wasn't out of trouble yet--not by a long shot. - - * * * * * - -The building up ahead was the Governor's Mansion--and that was the -first stop, and, he hoped, the last. - -The customs inspectors had said something about taking his trunk to the -Governor. Good. Thornwald had to get to his trunk before much more -time elapsed. - -His arm was in the trunk--the prosthetic arm. He was almost helpless -one-armed, except where he could capitalize on the weapon of surprise. -Once he got the prosthetic from his trunk-- - -He faded into the shadows as a uniformed figure passed by. One of -Henderson's policeman, no doubt, making the night rounds. Thornwald let -the man go by, then continued to glide among the shrubbery toward the -impressive mansion that was Henderson's home. - -Thornwald's mind revolved the situation over and over as he moved -along. This world was Henderson's private property, and anyone who said -different was jugged instantly. It was a world of terror in which a -harmless stranger could become a hunted fugitive in a matter of minutes. - -He reached Henderson's place. It was a walled mansion, as he expected. -There were ways to get over walls, though, Thornwald reflected. He -glanced around, found a strange-looking red-leaved tree whose angular -limbs had the consistency of rubber, and dragged himself upward. - -He reached the bough he wanted, grasped it firmly, and swung out over -the wall. He landed-- - -A foot away from a snarling, blazing-eyed ball of fury. Even in the -darkness, he could see the animal clearly--a Vegan _ghoslik_, all teeth -and ferocity and mindless hatred. It snapped at the intruder. - -Thornwald launched a vicious kick at the animal, and there was the -sound of needle-sharp teeth splintering against his boot. The creature -howled and bounded away into the darkness. - -_So much for your watchdog, Henderson. Now for the real job._ - -He tiptoed to a window and peered in. A uniformed man was in there, -pacing up and down in a corridor. Thornwald smiled, picked up a rock, -and hurled it through the window. - -The guard whirled instantly, presenting his blaster. "Who goes there?" - -Thornwald made no reply. The guard continued to peer out into the -night. "Who's there?" he repeated. - -As if in answer, Thornwald hurled another rock through the window. This -time the guard dashed out of the corridor, up the stairs, and out into -the courtyard--where Thornwald was waiting for him with a third rock. - -"It's a good thing it wasn't my pitching arm I lost," he muttered -gratefully as the guard crumpled. Swiftly Thornwald extracted the -guard's blaster and stepped inside the building. - -He edged down the corridor, blaster ready, and turned the corner. There -was the sound of laughter coming from a room at the end of the hallway. - -After a moment's thought, he crashed the butt of the blaster against -a window in the corridor, then flattened himself against the wall and -waited. - -A few seconds later, a man appeared from the room beyond. "What was -that noise?" he asked loudly. - -Thornwald glanced down the hall. The man who approached was one of the -customs inspectors who had beaten him up that afternoon. He fingered -the blaster stud and stepped out to block the hallway. - -"What--?" - -"Put your hands up," Thornwald ordered quietly. "And if you say a word, -I'll roast your brains in your skull." - - * * * * * - -He glared at the man. "All right, where's my luggage?" - -The customs man met his stare grimly. "I don't know." - -Thornwald's one arm whipped out and the blaster's barrel slapped the -inspector across the face. A trickle of blood dribbled down. "Where's -my stuff?" Thornwald repeated. - -"Henderson's got it," the customs inspector said sullenly. - -"And where's Henderson?" - -"I'm not telling." - -_Crack!_ with the gun barrel. "That's for this afternoon," Thornwald -said. "Where's Henderson?" - -"Fourth floor," the man gasped. Thornwald hit him again. "You sure?" - -"I'm telling the truth! Fourth floor!" - -The gun descended once again. Satisfied, Thornwald left the other -crumpled on the floor, and started up the stairs to the fourth floor. - -He wanted Henderson, now. - -More than anything, he wanted his missing left arm back. Half a -dozen times in the last thirty minutes he had cursed the frustrating -necessity of fighting with only one hand. Even the prosthetic would do, -the steel-thewed robot hand that he controlled with his mind. But for -the present he'd have to manage with one hand. - -He mounted the stairs and emerged on the fourth floor. An array of -rooms confronted him. Which was Henderson's? He didn't know. - -He started to enter one, picking it at random. Then he felt a cold -pressure in the small of his back. - -"You can stop right now," a deadly-sounding voice said. "There's a -blaster in your back. Close that door." - -Without turning, Thornwald backed up and closed the door. - -"Now come with me," the voice said. "I'm taking you to Henderson." - -The blaster prodded and he headed down the hall to another door. - -"Mr. Henderson?" - -"Yeah?" said a voice from within. - -"It's me. Leswick. I caught a prowler wandering around up here." - -"Right out," Henderson said. - -The guard named Leswick prodded the blaster harder into Thornwald's -back. "Mr. Henderson'll take care of you," he said ominously. - -The door opened and Henderson stood there. He was a short, pudgy man -with thick jowls and a soft, fleshy pink throat. He was wearing a black -dressing-gown, flaked whitely with dandruff. - -"Who are you?" Henderson asked coldly. - -"I think he's the cop who landed today," Leswick said. "Didn't they say -he had only one arm?" - -"That's the one, all right," Henderson said. He reached out, grabbed -Thornwald by the collar, and yanked him into the room. Covering him -with a blaster, he said, "Go downstairs and get a couple more of the -boys, Leswick. We'll see what we can get out of this fellow." - - * * * * * - -Thornwald glanced up at the trio of uniformed men facing him. "I'm not -saying anything." - -"Hit him again," Henderson commanded boredly. - -A guard's fist flashed down and smashed into Thornwald's jaw. Thornwald -spat blood and glared defiantly at Henderson. - -"What do you expect to get out of me, Henderson?" - -The Governor whirled and sneered at him. "You're a cop, aren't you?" - -"I was." - -"You still are! And you're down here to spy on us! Where's your -transmitter?" - -"I don't have any transmitter," Thornwald said. "I was fool enough to -think I'd want to live here. I'm no more a spy than that bookcase is." - -"Hit him again," Henderson said. "Give it to him until he tells us -where the transmitter is." - -A cascade of blows descended on Thornwald from all three of them. His -head rocked dizzily beneath the assault. He stood it as long as he -could. - -Finally, he yelled, "_Okay!_ I'll tell you!" - -"Step back and let him talk," Henderson ordered. "All right, Thornwald. -Where's the transmitter?" - -"It's ... in ... my ... trunk," he said weakly. "The trunk." - -"Go get the trunk," Henderson said to one of the men. "Bring it here." - -A few minutes later, the man returned with Thornwald's trunk. "Force it -open," said Henderson. "See if there's a transmitter in there." - -The guards cracked the trunk's lock, threw open the lid, and searched -the interior. Thornwald watched impassively as his shirts, tunics, -ties, cloaks came flying out to land in an untidy heap on the floor. - -"Well?" - -"There's nothing in here but clothes and things," the guard reported. -"And"--he gulped--"there's some kind of _arm_ in there?" - -"Arm?" Henderson repeated in surprise. - -"It's a man's arm, boss." - -"My prosthetic," Thornwald said. "I lost my arm in a space battle." - -"And where's the transmitter, then?" - -"It's concealed in the arm," Thornwald said. - -Henderson frowned. "In the arm? How?" - -"Surgically implanted," said Thornwald. "Take a look, if you don't -believe me." - -"Give me that arm," said Henderson. - -The guard fished the prosthetic reluctantly from the trunk, and, -handling it with the utmost delicacy, carried it over to Henderson. The -Governor took the arm, examined it curiously, flexed the curled fingers. - -"Where's the transmitter?" he asked. - -Beads of perspiration sprang out on Thornwald's forehead. His neural -network leaped out, made contact with the nerve-mesh of the arm. He was -just five feet away from Henderson. That was close enough to activate -the prosthetic. - -_Now!_ he thought. - -The arm suddenly came alive in Henderson's hands. Before he could do -anything, the fingers spread, grasped, reached upward, and wrapped -themselves around Henderson's fleshy neck in an iron grip. - - * * * * * - -"That thing's got the chief!" - -Thornwald held up his hand. "Tell your men to drop their blasters, -Henderson. I assure you they can't kill me quick enough for me not to -crush your throat with that arm." - -Henderson emitted choking, strangling sounds that might almost have -been, "Drop the guns!" The Governor's florid face was bright red, and -where the fingers dug into his throat the skin was a bloodless white. - -The three guards looked around in dismay. - -"Don't shoot him!" Henderson ordered. "Drop the guns!" - -The blasters clattered to the floor. Thornwald picked one up, kicked -the others away into the corner. Henderson remained transfixed in the -center of the room, the bodyless arm clinging to his throat bizarrely. - -"Where's your ultrawave radio?" Thornwald asked. - -Henderson glared angrily and made no reply. Thornwald smiled -apologetically and tightened his mental grip on the Governor's throat -ever so slightly. - -"Where's the ultrawave?" he repeated. - -Henderson gestured to a niche in the wall. Warily, Thornwald stepped -over to it. It was an ultrawave, all right. "Back to the wall," he -said. "Okay, you three. If any of you makes a false move while I'm -calling, Henderson dies--and _you'll_ get the arm around your throat -next." - -He dialed the radio into operation with the muzzle of the blaster. -There was a crackling sound, and then an operator's voice said, "Yes?" - -"I want the Interstellar Police," Thornwald said. - -"IP," said a metallic voice a few moments later. - -"This is Mac Thornwald, retired captain. You know me?" - -"Sure, Mac! What's up?" - -"Listen carefully," Thornwald said. "Get a patrol-ship right down here -now--Bleekman's Planet. There's trouble here. It's under control now, -but the planet will need a complete mopup." - -"That's the place you were supposed to live, isn't it? The quiet little -secluded planet out in a corner of the galaxy?" - -Thornwald smiled grimly. "It'll be that way soon," he said. "Just as -soon as you clean up a bunch of cheap crooks who can't beat a one-armed -man." - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BLEEKMAN'S PLANET *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part -of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project -Gutenberg-tm electronic works to protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm -concept and trademark. 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