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to disturb him. Bell, however, was not in the least inclined to feel
triumphant about such bad news. "Your little Tifflor will get you into a
monastery yet, where you can meditate in peace!" the blue-eyed man scolded.
"You don't seem to have grasped the deeper significance of that message.
Perhaps you will allow me to interpret that aspect for you: on Earth all hell
has broken loose! That takes care of number one! And number two is: we have to
set Venus aside and fly back to Terra instantly." "We still have three
minutes to make that decision, my boy," Rhodan declared dryly, intending no
sarcasm. "A change of course in our position doesn't make a difference of more
than one angle second. But it is essential to go into top acceleration..." As
he was talking, Rhodan supplied necessary instructions to the flight console
board. Propelled by gigantic forces, Stardust shot forward seconds later. In
the body of the ship it became very lively. The concert of the wailing
propulsion generators competed with the noise of the straining gravity
absorbers. The welfare of the crew was not impaired in the least by all the
proceedings. The cosmos seemed to be moving, not the ship. The Command Central
was like a supportive pole, like the middle of the universe. Rhodan leaned
back in his pilot seat. "And now we need patience, 12 hours of patience until
we land on Terra." That was the irony of the laws of nature. The space-jump
of 320 light-years could be compressed into objective minutes. But normal
flight to the border of the speed of light-which had to be observed within
inhabited sun systems for safety reason-required half a day for a stone's
throw of a good 10 billion kilometres. Patience! .... The situation on
Earth had entered a new, critical phase. Rhodan was eager to fulfil a promise
of many years standing and finally prepare the two Arkonides, Thora and
Khrest, for their permanent return to Arkon very soon. However, he considered
it urgent to achieve a total political solution-an encompassing world
government-for Terra. And mystifying events were causing renewed unrest in the
peaceful structure. Two three-man destroyers belonging to the New Power had
not returned from a patrol mission. At about the same time a spaceship of the
auxiliary craft class, a so-called guppy, had vanished. And this all occurred
in a most peaceful period with no perceivable threat of an outer-Terranian
invasion. But that was not all. Now on alert, patrol vessels of the New Power
had discovered that unknown ships had landed on Venus and then taken off again
shortly there-after. Disturbances in the space-time structure yielded
measurements of transitions which could only have resulted from hyper transits
by unknown units. The largest positronicomputer within the sun system,
permanently positioned in the northern hemisphere jungle on Venus, assumed
with well-founded probability factors that an unknown power from the depths of
space had discovered the position of Earth but was avoiding an open
conflict. After this had been determined, Rhodan alerted his mutant corps,
dispatching them around the entire globe in exhausting tours of duty. To no
avail. Even his extrasensory corps members, some of whom were telepaths,
returned empty-handed. In Terrania, the capital of the New Power in the midst
of the Gobi Desert, they were at a complete loss. By all indications the
various enigmatic events on Earth could only be accounted for by the presence
of foreign agents. But no one could find them. And if a mutant was unable to
find them, one could truthfully admit that all resources had been
exhausted. But not Perry Rhodan! He turned the tables. "If Mohammed will not
come to the mountain, then the mountain must go to Mohammed," he figured and