CHAPTER 9The scientist, Stephen Court, was in his Wisconsin laboratory-home. With Marion and Sammy, he had returned from Canada and plunged immediately into a desperate succession of experiments. Slowly, painfully, he made progress.
“We have two goals,” he told Marion, his dark eyes gleaming behind lids that were red from lack of sleep. “First—”
“First you’ve got to eat something,” the girl interrupted.
She brought a tray to Court’s desk and set it down. Silently he nodded his thanks. Wolfing a sandwich without tasting it, he kept on talking.
“Remember what I told you about seeing a golden space ship on an orbit around the Earth? I’ve been checking that. I have a hunch there’s some clue connected with that ship.”
“How do you figure that out?”
Marion perched on a corner of the desk, h
