Chapter 16

“You chirped it, ace. I’d rather touch a pound of dry nitrogen iodide. I’ve got him spread-eagled so that he can’t destroy his brain until after we’ve read it, though, so there’s no particular hurry ’bout him. We’ll leave him out there for a while, to waste his sweetness on the desert air. Let’s all look around for the _Kondal_. I hope they didn’t get her in that fracas.” They diffused the rays of eight giant searchlights into a vertical fan, and with it swept slowly through almost a semi-circle before anything was…