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Title: The Vault

Author: Murray Leinster

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THE VAULT

By Murray Leinster




I


The window slid up easily–too easily–and Mike waited a long time,
listening, before he made a move. The whole huge pile of the factory
was still. There were no lights anywhere, except that dim one by the
gate through the stockade. Lying quite still in the darkness, Mike
waited. There was no sound, no ringing of alarm bells, no bustle of
activity anywhere. The manufacturing plant of the Whitney Jewelry &
Watch Company remained as it had been before, a vast, still pile of
brick, with empty-eyed windows staring blankly at the night.

And yet.... That window had opened very easily. Mike meditated, his
little eyes gleaming in the darkness. Then he saw a tiny flicker of
light in the distance. The window he had opened was at the end of a
long corridor, and he saw the watchman walking unhurriedly away from
him. The watchman’s legs threw monstrous shadows from the lantern he
carried, Mike could not see his face, but he could see the uniform
and note the absolute leisure and confidence with which the man was
moving. He paused, as Mike watched, and inserted his key in a
watchman’s clock. He turned it, registering his presence and
vigilance on a strip of paper within the mechanism. Then, casually,
he went on his way. In a few moments he turned a corner and was lost
to sight.

Mike grinned to himself in the obscurity. With monkey-like agility
he scrambled through the open window, making no sound. Once within
the walls of the factory he waited another long minute for a noise.
Distant and hollow, he heard the watchman’s footfalls, unhurried,
methodical, as he made his round.

Then, softly, Mike lowered the window. He wore rubber-soled shoes.
His eyes were those of a cat, and his ears were attuned to the
slightest warning of danger, but he heard no faintest sound–not even
his own footfalls–save the distant, regular steps of the watchman.
The watchman wore creaky shoes.

Like some night-flying moth the intruder slipped through the
corridors of the untenanted factory. All about him there were
smells. Oil–that would be the delicate lathes where precious metals
were worked. Once he smelled fresh paint. And there was that curious
odor of freshly-mopped floors. The scrub-women had come after the
closing of the factory and done their work. Then he smelled faded
flowers. Someone had brought them and put them in a glass of water,
and they had been left.

Mike paid little or no attention to smells. The place he sought was
on the second floor, in the rear–the colossal vault where all the
precious things in which the factory dealt were gathered for safety
during the night. He made his way there, silently. Every little
while he stopped to listen for the unvarying footfalls of the
watchman. They went on, unsuspicious and confident.

Through an arduous and twice interrupted apprenticeship in his
chosen trade–interruptions spent perforce behind stone walls–Mike
had had drilled into him just two things. One was the fatality of
haste. The other was the necessity for scientific, painstaking
attention to detail. Therefore, Mike let his flashlight slip over
the huge surface of the vault door with barely a pause. He knew the
watchman would look in on it as he went downstairs. Primarily, he
was looking for a place to hide during that moment.

There was a door in the room which contained the vault, but Mike was
not certain but that the watchman would return through it. He swept
his light around the room–keeping it low, lest it flash out through
a window–and regretfully decided against remaining. He went out
again, swiftly and silently, looking for a hiding-place.

He found it in a washroom, and listened from there while the
watchman retraced his steps, coming downstairs again, going to the
vault and throwing the glow from his lantern against it, then
clumping off heavily to the lower part of the factory.

Mike emerged from hiding. He inspected the vault room with greater
care. He would have to work in snatches, between visits from the
watchman, and he did not want to have to tap the man on the head.
There are a great many systems of burglar protection, and one very
popular one signals the nearest police station when a watchman fails
to ring his time clock at the appointed intervals. Mike did not
desire the intrusion of the police, but he wanted a nearby niche to
hide in.

The watchman’s footsteps died away. Mike waited to be sure, then
opened the door he had noted. To be exact, he did not quite open it.
He merely turned the knob, and a heavy weight leaning against it
thrust it the rest of the way open, caromed clumsily against him,
and fell with a curiously cushioned crash to the floor.

Mike’s hair stood on end. In the fractional part of a split second
he knew what had struck him, and he bounced into the air to alight
noiselessly a full five feet away, ready for anything. But the thing
lay still upon the floor, breathing.

Slowly and cautiously Mike sent a momentary dart of light at it.
What he saw at once reassured him and frightened him, because it was
the last thing he could possibly have expected. It was a man–which
he had known–but it was a man with his hands and feet bound together
with leather straps, and so entwined with ropes that he could not
even writhe. There was a gag in the figure’s mouth, and its eyes
were staring wildly about.

Mike was still for perhaps two seconds, while his brain raced. Then
he sent a tiny pencil-beam at the vault door. It was closed,
solidly. No one had been before him. But there was a man bound hand
and foot....

The light played upon him again. He was a young man, dressed as if
he were a clerk or a bookkeeper in the factory. His eyes blinked and
stared imploringly at Mike. There was some message, some terrible
message, that he struggled to convey, but the gag prevented him.
Mike watched him for an instant in mounting uneasiness and
suspicion. That window had slipped up too easily....

Suddenly there was a tiny creaking, as of a board stepped upon. Mike
heard it, catalogued it and had dismissed his obvious refuge in an
instant. Someone was coming, softly, toward the spot. Perhaps the
watchman, alarmed by the crash. He would certainly find the bound
man, but it might be that he would waste precious time releasing
him.

Tensely Mike swept the walls again. He could not go out the main
door. He would run into the watchman. The one door he had noted was
that of a closet. There was another, close beside the back of the
vault.

Dense blackness fell. A shadow but little deeper than the darkness
about him, Mike flitted across the room. He vanished, utterly
without sound.

Then a faint scratching sound. The bound man was struggling to
release himself, struggling with a terrible desperation and a
horrifying futility. Mike, crouched down in a tiny book-closet,
heard it. He was keyed up to an incredible pitch, every nerve
quivering like a tightly-strung wire. Mike was no longer intent upon
robbery. One of the first rules of your old-time safe-cracker is to
go through with a job only when everything is right. Mike was as
suspicious of the unexpected as any wild animal. Just now his only
desire was to get away–peacefully, if possible, but to get away.

He lay still. The scent of books and dust came to his nostrils, but
he did not dare make a light to see. He smelled, too, that curious,
rubbery smell of new electric insulation. There were wires in the
closet somewhere, newly placed. Mike lay still.

Then he felt, rather than heard, someone enter the vault-room. There
was a door between him and the newcomer, but he knew the instant
that the other man entered. There was a moment of silence. Mike saw
an infinitely faint glow through the keyhole. Someone was using a
flash.




II


Frozen in utter stillness, Mike listened for the watchman’s
exclamation of astonishment at sight of the bound man on the floor.
Instead, he heard only a faint murmur. Then he caught words, faintly
amused.

“Just got out, Jack, eh? I heard you fall. Out of luck, though. The
watchman was in the other building. I saw him go in. He didn’t hear
you.”

Then little noises as if the helpless man were being turned
over–inspected to make sure the bonds were firmly in place. Then
Mike felt that the last-come man was somewhat relieved.

“Don’t know how you got loose, Jack,” said the voice, as before kept
lowered, “but you didn’t do any harm, anyhow. And the watchman won’t
be back for an hour yet. I’ll be getting to work.”

There was a sound like a groan, as if the bound man were trying to
make some sound or plea; but footsteps crossed lightly to the vault.

“Wondering, Jack, who I am, or did you recognize me?” The second man
had stopped before the vault door. Mike heard an infinitely faint
rustling, as of thin rubber being manipulated. He guessed at rubber
gloves. “I think you must’ve recognized me when I slugged you.
Anyway, since I asked you to wait a minute after office hours and
then hit you with a sandbag, you must have guessed, while you’ve
been waiting, that I was responsible for the matter.”

There was a little pause and a slight snapping sound, as if an
elastic had been flicked into place.

“Yep, Jack, I’m Saunders, your boss. Don’t mind telling you, now,
because you’re not going to split on me. I’m going to loot the
safe–clean, this time, and quit. By the way, Jack, I’m putting on
rubber gloves, but, rather curiously, they’ll leave your
fingerprints on the safe knob. You see, I’ve done this twice before.
Once I got away with a lot of bullion and a few indifferent stones.
That was a year and more ago and everyone’s grown careless since
then. I managed to plant it so the watchman was suspected. He’s in
jail now. And then, once, I fixed up the matter so that a theft of
some finished stuff was discovered while I was on vacation. They
never suspected me. But this time I’m going to clean out the works,
all the bullion, all the stones, and tomorrow’s payroll.”

The unknown’s voice changed, and grew intent. Mike, in the dusty
little closet, could hear a muted, musical tinkle, as he spun the
combination knob.

“Got your fingerprints some time ago, Jack, when you knew nothing
about it. I brought ’em out, photographed them, and contrived to fix
them on the ends of these rubber gloves. I’ve run ’em through my
hair, so they’ll be slightly oily, and they’ll convict you
completely of opening the safe. I’ll have to use a microphone,
myself, to hear the tumblers fall.”

Mike was listening with a curious mixture of fear and indignation
and curiosity. He, himself, had a microphone apparatus in his
pocket, which he had intended to use. The other man had beat him to
it. Mike began to revolve a misty scheme for following the other man
and taking his loot away. There was a clanking as of tiny bits of
metal being fitted together.

“I rather think, Jack,”–the voice became amused,–“that you’re
thinking of the trap that’s fixed for any man who breaks into the
safe. Aren’t you?”–A moment of silence–“So that even if someone gets
inside the vault, when he touches one of several things he’ll set
off a switch, have the doors swing shut and lock on him, and ring a
loud bell in police headquarters? I suggested that, Jack, and I was
the one who was strong for the bell. I told ’em a burglar would be
smothered in here in two hours, but with the doors closing fast on
him to catch him, the police could get here, let him out and save
his life, and catch him with the goods. But you forget there’s a
switch to run that burglar-trap on.”

Mike, listening, found himself suddenly cold all over. If he had
opened the huge vault,–as he was confident he could do,–he would
never have thought of anything like that! He would have gone in,
only anxious to secure his loot and depart before the watchman’s
return. With luck, he would have been able, he thought, to get the
big doors closed so his burglary would have gone unnoticed until
morning. But when he went in, he would have touched one of a number
of concealed springs. The huge doors would have swung to,
relentlessly, upon him. He would have been trapped in an air-tight
tomb, to batter futilely at the armor-plate barriers until the
police came.

He was to get another shock.

“This afternoon, though,” said the soft voice outside, interrupted
now and then by the infinitely faint musical sound of the spinning
knobs, “I did a little work on that wiring. The doors will work, but
the alarm won’t. The police will not be notified that a burglar is
caught in the vault.”

Sweat came out, cold and clammy, on Mike’s skin. He would have been
caught in there! He would have strangled! Hunched upon the floor of
the smelly little book-closet, he shivered in uncontrollable terror
from sheer horror at what he had escaped. Again he longed to get
away from the factory, at any cost.

“’Most through,” said the abstracted voice, outside. “Wonder why I’m
telling you, Jack? You see, I need the stuff in there. Need it in my
business. I’m going to take it, but I don’t want to have detectives
chasing around to try to find the thief. With your fingerprints on
the knob, they’d look for you, of course, but you might have proved
an alibi to make ’em look farther. And also, Jack, you’re too damned
fascinating. I was getting along pretty well with Ethel, until she
met you. I want to get you out of the way. With you dead, she’ll
marry me, sooner or later. I’m going to tap you on the head again,
Jack, and put you in here. The doors will close on you. In the
morning they’ll find that you opened the vault, passed out quite a
lot of stuff to a confederate, and then by accident touched off the
alarm that closes the doors. A sandbag doesn’t leave any sign, and I
used straps to tie you up so there’ll be no marks on your wrists.
I’ve thought of pretty nearly everything, Jack. I’ve even taken out
all the pencils and fountain pens from your pockets. I’ve no notion
of your writing an accusation of me while you’re in there; also I
don’t want to kill you before you go in there. I want you to show
the signs of dying from–er–the natural cause of being locked in an
air-tight vault.... Ah....”

There was a series of tiny clicks, then a faint creaking. Mike, in
his hiding-place, with the smell of dust and books and new-placed
rubber insulation in his nostrils, knew that the great doors had
swung open.

There was a pause, and the little snap of a watch-case.

“Watchman’s due in half an hour. Plenty of time.”

The voice stopped.

The man seemed to be listening. That was what Mike would have done.
He lay utterly and completely motionless, barely breathing. He was
queerly afraid of the man he had not seen. Perhaps because of that,
Mike felt a sudden cramp in one of his legs, a sharp, tingling,
shooting pain. He could not run on a leg like that. It might give
way beneath him.

“All clear,” said the voice, with a certain ghastly cheerfulness.
“But in case you’re thinking that I might set off the trap, Jack,
I’d like to mention that after I had you neatly trussed up, I pulled
out the switch. It’s in that little closet back there. I shall turn
it on after I’ve got the stuff out–and then the doors will close on
you. But first I’ll tap you on the head, and put you inside.”

Mike shivered. The smell of insulation.... The switch was in the
closet in which he was hiding! In a little while more the unknown
would come in where he was! Sheer panic came over Mike. It was with
a terrific effort that he calmed himself, trying to figure out an
escape from the inevitable struggle. The other man would open the
door. He, Mike, was inside. At best there would be a struggle. At
worst....




III


Mike’s whole body was bathed in sweat at the thought of himself
thrown inside the vault with armor-plated doors inexorably shutting
out every atom of fresh air. He clenched his teeth to keep them from
chattering. The man outside took on the aspect of a monster. To
Mike, he was something more or less than human. Mike might be a
criminal, and could visualize,–shrinking,–the thought of killing a
man in making a getaway, but not the deliberate strangling of a man
in cold blood, for the covering of his tracks. That was the other
man’s plan.

There would have to be a struggle, a fight of some sort. Mike’s leg
throbbed horribly. He doubted that it would support his weight. And
in an instant or two more he would inevitably be fighting. One way
or another, he was bound to be in terrible danger. If he shot the
other man, the pistol-shot would raise an alarm. If he did not
shoot....

He heard a faint thump on the floor.

“One load,” said the voice outside. “Two or three more, Jack, and
I’ll skip.” The voice, already soft, became muffled as its owner
went into the vault. “Here’s the payroll. Nice packet, in itself.
I’ve a good twenty minutes left. You realize what will happen, Jack?
I loot the vault, tap you on the head, take off your bonds and put
you in here. Then I push on the switch, the doors close on you, and
I get away with the stuff. In the morning they’ll find you inside,
and the stuff gone. Your fingerprints will be on the knobs.
Inference will inevitably be that the trap got you as you were
handing out the stuff to a confederate. Pretty scheme, isn’t it
Jack?”

The man seemed to be gloating a little over the agony of his
prospective victim. Mike, struggling to massage his leg into some
semblance of life and to make no noise in doing so, heard the
infinitely faint sound of the bound man struggling upon the floor.
He made a curious moan, utterly despairing.

“Just one more trip, Jack,” said the voice, filled with a terrifying
amusement. “Then I’ll come back for you.”

Mike’s throat was dry. He feared that man he had not seen; feared
him with the ultimate of terror. And in a moment or two more he
would have to fight him, struggle with him.

Cold to the marrow, dry-lipped with fear, his little eyes staring,
Mike started to raise himself to his feet as he heard the other man
enter the vault. His leg was numb. It would barely hold his weight
up. Mike’s teeth began to chatter. He heard the man rummaging about
inside the steel tomb. And then Mike felt a sudden agonizing pain in
his back. Something jabbed cruelly into his backbone, hurting
horribly. And then, with a spitting flash of bluish light, the pain
ceased. But outside, there was a sudden rumbling and a cushioned
crash. Then a distant, muffled scream, barely audible.

Glassy-eyed with terror, Mike flung open the door, to run. He saw a
small electric lantern upon the floor, its beam directed at the two
huge doors of the vault. _And they were closed!_

In the fraction of an instant Mike knew what had happened. Rising,
in the closet, he had jammed his back into the knife-switch that
turned on the current for the burglar-trap. It had closed the doors,
imprisoning the unknown Saunders in the air-tight vault. And he, the
imprisoned man, had cut the wires that would have warned the police
of his predicament.

Uttering a little gasp that was compounded of horror and fear, Mike
started forward, only to have his numbed leg give way beneath him.
The fall sobered him to a curious, fictitious calmness. He flashed
his lamp on the bound, still figure. Its eyes were closed. The face
was utterly white.

“Fainted,” said Mike to himself, shakily. “Safe enough, though....”

He suddenly scrambled to his feet again and ran. Through the dark
hallways and down the steps he fled. He was possessed by an
unreasoning terror. The window through which he had entered was
open. Evidently the other man had arranged it for his own ingress.
Mike fairly fell outside, and suddenly was in complete possession of
himself again. With the quiet, dark night all around him, he felt
secure, and he abruptly became conscious that he was carrying
something in one hand. He had picked it up when his leg gave way.

He let a faint ray trickle through his fingers upon it. Then he
grinned uncertainly. Evidently he had happened upon a portion of the
payroll. He saw yellow backs, at any rate, with the bills in the
bundle he held.

“M-my Gawd,” said Mike, unevenly. “That was a shock. There’ve been
shocks all around tonight. That feller in the vault.... An’ the
feller that fainted.... Say”–a thought struck him–“wonder if he’ll
come out of that faint in time to tell about a feller bein’ in th’
vault. M-my Gawd! Maybe he don’t know!”

He looked back through the window he had left, his breath coming
hurriedly, uneasily. He saw a faint glow a long distance away. The
watchman was making his rounds again. Mike saw the confident,
assured steps of the man by the light of his lantern. His legs threw
monstrous shadows on the walls. He went on his way unhurriedly,
reached a time-clock and extracted a key. He inserted and turned it,
registering his presence and vigilance upon a strip of paper inside
the mechanism. Then, casually, he went on his way.

“Brother,” Mike apostrophized the unconscious figure, “I just hadda
shock. Two other fellers had their shocks. An’ now, ol’ top, you’re
in for yours. Here’s hopin’.”

The watchman turned a corner and was lost to sight, but his steady,
even footsteps came dully to Mike’s ears. He was climbing the
stairs, and he wore squeaky shoes.

Mike slipped quickly and quietly away.


[Transcriber’s Notes:
  1. Story from the August, 1922 issue of _The Black Mask_ magazine.
  2. Typo corrected: “loot the same” to “loot the safe” in Chapter II.
]



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