 Where do the creatures from another world come from?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Astounding Science-Fiction April 1942. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] With him came a boatload of scientific apparatus and equipment, including a number of things that looked like oxygen tanks, which were now stored in the forward hold. Androka had watched over his treasures with the jealous care of a mother hen, and spent hours daily in the room in the superstructure that had been assigned as his laboratory. Sometimes, Curtis thought old Androka was a bit wacky—a scientist whose mind had been turned by the horror that had come to his country under the domination of the Nazi gestapo . Overhead, the sky was a storm-racked mass of clouds, broken in one spot by a tiny patch of starlit blue. Rain was coursing down his white cheeks, streaking them with glistening furrows. He was overfriendly with a black-browed bos'n's mate named Joe Bradford—the worst trouble maker on board. "I'm not sure about my dead reckoning. This storm—" Curtis threw his arm around Nelson's dripping shoulders. "But this storm, sir!" Nelson avoided Curtis' friendly eyes and slipped out from under his arm. There's a chop to the sea—as if from unestimated currents among the islets. Figure-'em Nelson's estimate, I'm checking back," he declared, frowning at the two papers and hastily rechecking his own figures. With all these rocks and islets—" "Radio?" repeated the little Czech, thrusting his face between the other two, in his independent fashion that ignored ship's discipline. Then he hastened to the radio room, with Nelson at his heels, and the Czech trotting along behind. I have shattered them around your ship, just as I can eventually shatter them all over Central Europe! For the next two hours, no radio messages can enter or leave my zone of radio silence—of refracted radio waves, set up by my little station on one of the neighboring islets!" If you're not talking nonsense, call off your dogs till we learn just where we are!" The sky was again a blanket of darkness pouring sheets of rain at them. I'm wondering if that old goat really has done something to the ether. Tubes lighted; wires were alive to the touch and set him to shaking his head at the tingle they sent through his inquiring fingers. "Seems to me," Curtis said dryly, "this invention can harm your friends as much as your enemies."
 Germany
 The Carethusia  The Sea  Germany  An alien world