Title:  The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life

Author:  Homer Eon Flint

Release Date:  May, 2004 [EBook #5703] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on August 12, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life

by Homer Eon Flint

PART I

THE DISCOVERY

I

THE SKY CUBE

The doctor, who was easily the most musical of the four men, sang in a cheerful baritone: 

“The owl and the pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful, pea-green boat.”

The geologist, who had held down the lower end of a quartet in his university days, growled an accompaniment under his breath as he blithely peeled the potatoes.  Occasionally a high-pitched note or two came from the direction of the engineer; he could not spare much wind while clambering about the machinery, oil-can in hand.  The architect, alone, ignored the famous tune.

“What I can’t understand, Smith,” he insisted, “is how you draw the electricity from the ether into this car without blasting us all to cinders.”

The engineer squinted through an opal glass shutter into one of the tunnels, through which the anti-gravitation current was pouring.  “If you didn’t know any more about buildings than you do about machinery, Jackson,” he grunted, because of his squatting position, “I’d hate to live in one of your houses!”

The architect smiled grimly.  “You’re living in one of ’em right now, Smith,” said he; “that is, if you call this car a house.”

Smith straightened up.  He was an unimportant-looking man, of medium height and build, and bearing a mild, good-humored expression.  Nobody would ever look at him twice, would ever guess that his skull concealed an unusually complete knowledge of electricity, mechanisms, and such practical matters.

“I told you yesterday, Jackson,” he said, “that the air surrounding the earth is chock full of electricity.  And—­”

“And that the higher we go, the more juice,” added the other, remembering.  “As much as to say that it is the atmosphere, then, that protects the earth from the surrounding voltage.”

The engineer nodded.  “Occasionally it breaks through, anyhow, in the form of lightning.  Now, in order to control that current, and prevent it from turning this machine, and us, into ashes, all we do is to pass the juice through a cylinder of highly compressed air, fixed in this wall.  By varying the pressure and dampness within the cylinder, we can regulate the flow.”