shoulders. "Thats the trouble!" he panted, "We can't! Something's happened to the controls!"
A COLD hand grasped Earl's dry throat. For the first time in his life he knew abject fear. He dashed to the telephone and called the Moscow Central Power Terminal. The minute that it took for his connection seemed a week. "Hullo! This is Lyons, comrade, of SOVERG. At once, cut the main feed-line on Division A!" He tossed the telephone to the floor and dragged Mikhailloff to the Council-Chamber.
The scene was as before. Crackling electric discharges still filled the air. Earl pivotted and faced Mikhailloff.
"What happened, Peter? Tell me! Mina is in there! Helpless—perhaps lost!"
The old man's voice trembled with feeling as he gathered his scattered wits for a reply. "I w-w-as adjusting the ratio you wanted," he stammered weakly, "when it happened. The handle on the rheostat broke off and the ratio-calculating head snapped, releasing the guide-spring!"
Earl's face became deathly white. "You mean you don’t know at what speed Mina is travelling in time?"
The Russian could only nod.
At once the crackling died down and the cage began to reappear. Hardly had the bars regained their opacity when Earl jumped to its door. Mina stood there, her slight form swaying from side to side. As Earl reached her, she tottered and fell into his powerful arms.
Hungrily he crushed her soft body to his breast. For a while he had doubted if he ever would see her again. At a soft sigh, he looked down. Her warm, dark eyes were open. Her tender lips parted and she murmured. "Darling, don't worry. Everything will be all right. Your plan worked. There won't be any war. Kanuchi signed the treaty."
Earl bent to kiss her and was barely able to hear her next words. "Then I saw the most wonderful thing in the world. I don't know how much later it was—things were whirling so fast—but I witnessed our marriage—here in the Council Hall—and it was a grand, State affair!"
THE END
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