Tom Swift and The Visitor from Planet X
menace. He ate a hasty breakfast, then drove to his private laboratory at Enterprises. He instructed the
, and another belt extending eastward from the Mediterranean through Asia and on into the East Indies. Often these quake lines are vi
these earth faults to produce a man-made q
oject for national defense?" the young inventor mused. He felt a gr
n artificial
aboratory and found Tom hunched over a jumb
, skipper?"
yes blazing. "Bud, I thin
arian rebel scientists have invented some sort of shock-wave producer-a devi
e they have,"
Let's say they set up two or three stations around the world for sending out such waves in a d
s that how those rats trig
lared. "It's the only
utton every so often and you could blow up another country bit
make every American s
do about it
deflector, Bud. It must be done in a hurry, too. Our enemy may s
ent scientist in Washington who was a member of the N
ser at once," the man promised. "I'll try to set up a m
tend church with Mrs. Swift and Sandy. Then, after the Sunday midday meal,
to inspect the damage to the Sunspot. Tom had arranged wit
were a select group of top government scientists. Tom and Bud greeted them as they disemba
ves," said Bernt Ahlgren, a tall, hawk-faced man with a shock of red hair. He was a member
set up a warning system to alert us of the enemy shock waves in time." The young inventor sketched out the sort of shock-wave deflector which he had in mind. The go
points around the country. Tom would choose the exact spots. Detection data from the check points would be fe
he Bureau of Mines, agreed to take on
ration," Tom said, smiling gra
h a plan to cope with this fiendish threat,"
his laboratory when the telephone rang. It wa
fast, Tom," Slater said. "Sa
o urging. "R
agent would reveal. Was it possible that he might tip off t
g," Slater told Tom, "so I notified the Central Intelligence Agency. They're flying
me?" To
the government will promise to deport him at
en he gets back to Brungaria! His bosses aren't stupid. T
police headquarters, and the CIA official was ushere
aid, after an exchange of handshakes. "
rom his cot as the turnke
o Thurston. "Very well. I presume the polic
for spying!" he snapped. "In your own country
ated. Beads of sweat bu
ly. "Why should I lie to you with my life at stake? After all, I am only an insignificant agent
"Very well," the CIA man d
up at the three Americans. "Your nation's capital, Washingt
ief Slater and John Thurston stared a
suppose they're going to fly a plane over and drop
story. Any such bold move by the Brungarians
shouted. "Do not forget
im with dismay. He called the other two aside and gave them a quick whispered briefing on the
icial shock waves, Tom pointed out, they could easily de
they grilled him for clues. But it seemed obvious that the Brungaria
look of disgust. "But I made a promise in the name of th
over to the FBI and have them take him to New York. I'
o Enterprises. Bud was waitin
ne up to your space outpost," Bud reported. "He has to do s
above the earth. It was a production factory for his famous solar batteri
at's going on," Tom decided. "He may have
amed out a code call through the automatic scrambler.
or's voice came through, the r