The sky was black, with myriads of stars. The ground was white. But it was not really ground at all, it was ice that covered everythingーtwenty miles north to the Barrier, and southward to the Pole itself, past towering mountains and howling emptiness and cold beyond imagining. The base was almost buried in snow. Off to one side of the main building a faint yellowish glow was the plastic dome of the meteor-watch radar instrument. Inside Brad Soames displayed his special equipment to a girl reporter flown down to the Antarctic to do human-interest articles for not-too-much-interested women readers. All was quiet. This seemed the most unlikely of all possible places for anything of importance to happen. There was one man awake, on stand-by watch. A radio glowed beside himーa short-wave unit, tuned to the frequency used by all the bases of all the nations on AntarcticaーEnglish, French, Belgian, Danish, Russian. The stand-by man yawned. There was nothing to do画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。 ※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。
