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  #11 Summer 1942

  Introduction

  A Complete Book-Length Scientifiction Novel

  The Comet Kings

  by Edmond Hamilton

  Trapped in the depths of Halley’s Comet, the Futuremen battle fourth-dimensional monsters in a titanic struggle to save the system’s solar energy!

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  Introduction

  The original introduction to Captain Future as it appeared in issue #1

  The Wizard of Science! Captain Future!

  The most colorful planeteer in the Solar System makes his debut in this, America’s newest and most scintillating scientifiction magazine — CAPTAIN FUTURE.

  This is the magazine more than one hundred thousand scientifiction followers have been clamoring for! Here, for the first time in scientifiction history, is a publication devoted exclusively to the thrilling exploits of the greatest fantasy character of all time!

  Follow the flashing rocket-trail of the Comet as the most extraordinary scientist of nine worlds have ever known explores the outposts of the cosmos to the very shores of infinity. Read about the Man of Tomorrow today!

  Meet the companions of Captain Future, the most glamorous trio in the Universe!

  Grag, the giant, metal robot; Otho, the man-made, synthetic android; and aged Simon Wright, the living Brain.

  This all-star parade of the most unusual characters in the realm of fantasy is presented for your entertainment. Come along with this amazing band as they rove the enchanted space-ways — in each issue of CAPTAIN FUTURE!

  The Comet Kings

  A Complete Book-Length Scientifiction Novel

  by Edmond Hamilton

  Trapped in the depths of Halley’s Comet, the Futuremen battle fourth-dimensional monsters in a titanic struggle to save the system’s solar energy!

  Chapter 1: Vanishing Spaceships

  MILLIONS of miles out beyond Jupiter, the battered old space-freighter Arcturion plodded through the void.

  “I’d just as soon walk to Uranus!” disgustedly exclaimed Norton, the young second mate. “I wish I’d got a berth on a passenger liner. They don’t spend weeks crawling along between planets.”

  Brower, the veteran first mate, smiled tolerantly at the impatient young officer.

  “You’ll get used to it,” he predicted. “Me, I kind of like it. It’s restful, plugging along day after day through these big empty spaces.”

  “But nothing ever happens!” the younger man complained, “There’s never even a close brush with a meteor swarm. I can’t stand this deadly monotony.”

  Ironically, it was at that moment that the catastrophe broke upon them.

  The plodding, droning Arcturion suddenly seemed to go crazy in space. Its steelite hull plates screamed beneath the grasp of unearthly forces. The ship hurtled suddenly sideward in space, as though it had been gripped by a giant, invisible hand.

  The sharp shock of that invisible grasp was so powerful that it nullified the Arcturion’s artificial gravitation. Young Norton felt himself hurled against the cabin wall, and his brain saw stars.

  His last sensation was of mysterious and mighty forces sweeping the old freighter at undreamable speed through the void. Then he knew nothing at all.

  That was only the first disappearance.

  “But there aren’t any uncharted meteor swarms out in that sector of space, sir!”

  The man who spoke was a Martian who wore the dark uniform of the Planet Patrol. He wore a captain’s insignia, too, for Tzan Thar was head of this Jovopolis Maintenance Division.

  His red, solemn face was wrinkled with dismay and there was anxiety in his large-pupiled black eyes, as he protested to the Venusian superior officer who looked at him out of the square televisor screen.

  “Don’t try to evade responsibility, Captain Thar!” snapped the higher officer. “You’re in charge of the Maintenance Division for that sector of space. You’ve been lax in your meteor-sweeping, and a score of ships have come to grief as a result.

  “Twenty-three ships gone, since that old freighter Arcturion first disappeared! And every one of them vanished in that sector beyond Jupiter, and hasn’t reported since.”

  “I can’t understand it any more than you can sir,” said the Martian captain. “We swept all lanes in that sector only a few weeks ago.”

  “Then you missed plenty of meteors!” rapped his superior. “You get out there with every sweep you’ve got — and be fast about it! I want that sector cleaned up at once. And see if you can’t find the wreckage of those ships.”

  The connection was broken. Tzan Thar turned and looked helplessly at his junior officers — lanky Earthmen, squat Jovians, bronzed Mercurians.

  “You all heard him,” the Martian captain said worriedly. “You know we swept that sector thoroughly, that every space-lane was clear. But something’s drifted in that has been wrecking ships. We’ve got to get busy!”

  Six broad-beamed, dumpy meteor-sweeps soon rose up through the thin sunlight of Jupiter, blasted their tortuous path out through the maze of moons, and then laid a course outward in space.

  The six ships, built with steelite walls of massive strength, droned steadily out through the starry void. Their far-ranging spotter beams fanned space ahead. Wherever those beams encountered meteors or other debris, they would be reflected back to indicate the location. Then the sweeps would advance and destroy the meteors by concentrated atom-blasts.

  BUT their spotter apparatus found no trace of meteors as they droned out along the space-lane. Captain Tzan Thar became deeply puzzled.

  “I can’t figure it,” he admitted anxiously. “There are no meteors in this sector. There isn’t even any wreckage from all those vanished ships.”

  His immediate superior, a young Mercurian, looked uneasy.

  “It’s queer, all right —”

  Cataclysm suddenly interrupted their discussion. A colossal, invisible hand seemed suddenly to seize their heavy ship. They were flung to the floor as that giant, unseen hand scooped up all six great meteor-sweeps.

  Nor did the tragic disappearances cease.

  “Fifty-two ships. Do you hear that — fifty-two ships! Freighters, liners tankers, even meteor-sweeps. This can’t go on!”

  North Bonnet’s face was agitated as he paced to and fro in his office, on a high level of Earth’s Government Tower at New York. It was a comparatively small office, yet it was the very brain and nerve center of the far-flung Planet Patrol.

  Halk Anders, commander of the Patrol, sat at his desk and said nothing. His bulldog face was stolidly grim as he hunched there, staring out through the window at the soaring towers and gleaming lights of this night-shrouded metropolis of the Solar System.

  “Commander, something’s got to be done,” North Bonnet continued vehemently. “Those ships held thousands of people, millio
ns of dollars’ worth of cargoes. Shipping companies, planetary officials, anxious relatives are all besieging the Government. You’ve got to send cruisers out there to stop these disasters!”

  Halk Anders did not turn from his grim contemplation at the lights of New York, as he answered.

  “We sent two Patrol cruisers into that sector to investigate weeks ago after our meteor-sweeps vanished.”

  “You did,” Bonnet said hopefully. “What did they report?”

  They didn’t report anything,” the commander replied. “They never came back — just disappeared like the others.”

  The Government official was appalled.

  “Patrol cruisers disappeared, too?”

  Anders nodded.

  “Yes. We kept it quiet because we didn’t want to add to the general alarm.”

  “But what are we going to do about it?” Bonnel asked dismayedly.

  “I’ve already done something,” the commander told him. “I sent out another cruiser to investigate. Two of my crack agents are aboard. You know them — old Marshal Ezra Gurney and Joan Randall.

  “It may look queer, sending a girl,” he added quickly. “But Joan’s not only the smartest agent of our secret investigation division — she knows the space-ways better than most men. And as for Ezra Gurney — well, he knows the whole System like the back of his hand.”

  “Have they found out anything yet?” Bonnel demanded eagerly.

  Halk Antlers shrugged stolidly.

  “I don’t know. They were to report by televisor today. I’ve been expecting their call any minute.”

  But though the two men waited expectantly, it was not until four hours later that the televisor on the desk buzzed sharply. From it came the urgent voice of a headquarters switchboard man.

  “Cruiser Ferronia calling, Commander. Agent Randall to speak to you.”

  “Switch her on at once!” snapped Halk Anders.

  IN THE square glass screen of the televisor appeared the vivid face of a dark, pretty girl. Joan Randall’s eyes were shadowed with anxiety as she spoke to them across the millions of miles of space.

  “Ferronia reporting, Commander,” she said rapidly. “We’ve been cruising back and forth over the whole sector in which those ships vanished. And we’ve found nothing.”

  “Nothing?” echoed Anders incredulously. “You mean —”

  “I mean just that. There’s nothing here but empty space!” Joan Randall declared. “There’s not a meteor in this whole region big enough to wreck a ship. Furthermore, there’s no sign whatever of any wreckage of all those ships. It’s just as though space itself swallowed them up!”

  The white head of an old man appeared over the girl’s shoulder. Marshal Ezra Gurney’s wrinkled face and faded blue eyes were bleak as he corroborated the girl’s report.

  “It sounds cursed queer, but it’s so,” he told the commander. “This is the dangdest, most puzzlin’ mystery I ever —”

  At that moment, something happened. It happened so swiftly that neither Commander Anders nor North Bonnel get more than a glimpse of it.

  They saw something like a blaze of white across the televisor screen, instantly blotting out the suddenly alarmed faces of Joan and Ezra. And then the televisor had gone dark.

  Anders jabbed its call-button.

  “Joan! Ezra! What’s happened?”

  There was no answer. Anders flung a switch and shot an order to the headquarters operator.

  “Contact the Ferronia again at once!”

  Ten minutes later, the switchboard division called back.

  No success at all, sir. The Ferronia simply doesn’t answer.”

  Anders slowly turned and looked at the Government official, and his bulldog face was heavier than ever.

  “It happened to Joan and Ezra, right in front of our eyes,” he muttered. “Whatever struck at the other ships struck at theirs, too.”

  Bonnel was appalled.

  “But what was it? There was nothing but a blaze of force in the screen!”

  Anders shook his leonine head helplessly.

  “I can’t figure it. I thought I’d seen everything in space but this is something new, and dangerous.”

  He rose to his feet.

  “There is nothing to do but to send a full squadron of Patrol cruisers out there. And if they disappear, too —”

  “There’ll be a panic that will cripple space travel in the whole System,” breathed Bonnel, his face pale. Then his eyes flashed.

  “Commander, this mystery can’t be met by force. It’s a job for someone who can scientifically ferret out what is really happening. Someone who can use every resource of science to solve the riddle.”

  Halk Anders understood this at once.

  “You’re thinking of Captain Future?”

  The official nodded emphatically.

  “If anybody could crack this mystery, that scientific wizard and his Futuremen could.”

  “Maybe so,” muttered the commander. “Future has plenty of tricks the rest of us don’t know. But if you call him in, will he come?”

  “Will he come?” echoed North Bonnel. He strode toward the televisor. “Why, Ezra Gurney is one of his oldest friends, and as for Joan — you ought to know what Future thinks of her!”

  “Will he come? He’ll split space itself getting here when he learns that Joan and Ezra are in danger!”

  Chapter 2: Riddle of the World

  A SMALL, streamlined ship climbed from the barren, airless surface of the Moon, with rockets blazing white fire, it shot toward Earth.

  Had there been any observer, he would have known at once that it was the ship of Captain Future and the Futuremen. For only those four famous adventurers lived upon the lifeless, forbidding satellite. Their underground laboratory-home beneath Tycho crater was the only habitation.

  The little ship flew toward Earth at a speed no other craft could match, and which no ordinary pilot would have attempted. It screamed down through the darkness of the shadowed planet, toward the blazing pinnacles of New York. Like a swooping falcon, it came down to rest on the truncated tip of the looming Government Tower.

  Down in Planet Patrol headquarters, North Bonnel was still restlessly pacing his office as Halk Anders sat grimly silent.

  “If Future can’t solve this thing, nobody can!” Bonnel was saying jerkily. “And if ships keep on vanishing like that —”

  A clear voice interrupted him:

  “What’s this about vanishing ships? And what’s happened to Joan and Ezra?”

  Bonnel and Halk Anders both spun around. A door had opened silently behind them. And in it were four figures.

  “Captain Future!” exclaimed Bonnel. He breathed in gusty relief. “By heaven, I’m glad you and the Futuremen got here so quickly!”

  Curt Newton ignored the warm greeting of these two old acquaintances as he strode into the office. His brows were knitted in a frown.

  “You said in your call that Joan and Ezra were in trouble. What is it, Bonnel? And why didn’t you call me before?”

  Captain Future — as the whole System called Curtis Newton — towered a full head above Bonnel. His tall, ranged figure, clad now in a gray zipper-suit, hinted of strength and speed. And the heavy proton pistol belted to his waist recalled that he was not only the famous Wizard Science, but also the most renowned fighting planeteer in the System.

  Beneath Curt’s torchlike mop of red hair, his space-tanned handsome face and clear gray eyes now mirrored an urgent anxiety. He had few friends, but those few were very close to him. Marshal Ezra Gurney was one of the oldest. And even closer to his heart was the gay, gallant girl agent whose safety now was threatened.

  “Where are Joan and Ezra?” he repeated.

  “We don’t know,” Bonnel answered helplessly.

  “What do you mean — you don’t know?” cried one of the Futuremen. “Devils of space, is this a joke?”

  The three Futuremen who were Curt Newton’s faithful, lifelong comrades made a striki
ng contrast to their tall, red-haired young leader. Otho, the one who had just spoken, was a lithe, white, rubbery-looking figure of a man, with a devil of fierce recklessness in his slant green eyes. He seemed almost an ordinary man, but was not. Otho had been created in a laboratory, long ago. He was a synthetic man, an android.

  Grag, second of the Futuremen, was even more extraordinary. He was an intelligent robot — a giant metal figure towering seven feet high, with photoelectric eyes gleaming from the bulbous metal head that shielded his mechanical brain. Strongest of all beings vas Grag!

  The third and strangest was Simon Wright, the Brain. He was just that — a living human brain, dwelling in a transparent metal case whose constantly repurified serums kept him alive. His glass lens-eyes were watching, his microphone ears listening, as he hung poised upon the pale beams of force by which he could move through the air at will.

  “You must have some idea where Joan and Ezra are! Otho was exclaiming impatiently to Bonnet. “Or did you bring us all the way from the Moon just for a silly hoax?”

  “Shut up, Otho,” Curt Newton ordered. His gray eyes bored into Bonnel’s face. “Tell us what happened.”

  BONNEL told them, as briefly as he could. He told of the scores of slips that for weeks has mysteriously vanished in that sector beyond Jupiter, of the assigning of Joan Randall and old Marshal Gurney to investigate, and of the inexplicable interruption of their televisor call.

  “The thing has me baffled, Captain Future,” confessed Halk Anders when Bonnel finished.

  Curt’s eyes were hard. “We’re going out there at once and find out what did happen to them,” he said sharply. He turned toward the door. Otho’s slant green eyes flamed with excitement as he followed. And Grag, too, followed Captain Future silently. But the Brain’s metallic voice held them back. “Wait a moment, Curtis. I know you’re worried about Joan, but getting into too big a hurry won’t help us. We need to know more about this.”