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NOVELETTES
THE LIVING LIES - - - - - - - - By John Beynon 2
Venus, as a colony of Earth, had a highly specialised system for keep
ing the balance of power in the W hite’s hands. It was a problem
of racial colour—but not to the Venusians.
LUNAR C O N C E S S IO N .................................. By Thornton Ayre 34
Mining on the Moon might be fun—for some—if the stakes were
not so high.
SH O RT STORIES
SPACE SHIP 1 3 .................................. By Patrick S. Selby 21
W ith all interplanetary space to travel in, the Rapier had to be on
another spaceship’s course.
VICIOUS CIRCLE - - - .....
Tim e runs in a straight line—but what if one man’s T im e Line
is circular ? H e’d see the Past, the Present and the Future.
FOREIGN B O D Y ..................................................................... - By John Brod
If, long years ago, avisitor from space crashed on Earth—where would
be the logical place to find traces ?
THE MICRO MAN - - - - - - - By Alden Lorraine 52
A fantasy of a little man who visited the Gods—b u t the Gods were
not amused—only careless.
GREEN S P H E R E S ................................... By W. P. Cockcroft 56
If Earth is ever invaded from Outer Space, the first arrivals might
not be the invaders—but merely their softening-up process.
A R T IC LE S
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EDITORIAL - - - - - - - - - 25
E d ito r:
JOHN C A R N E L L
Cover: V IC T O R CAESARI Illustrations: BOB W ILK IN .
A ll characters in these stories are p urely fictitious and any resem blance to real persons is en tirely coincidental
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P e n d u l u m P u b l ic a t io n s L im it e d
THE LIVING LIES
By JOHN BEYNON
A beautifully written sociological story. Venus had a colour problem with four races trying to live
in harmony—yet on different social scales. Only it wasn't a problem at all— to the Venusians.
Space ships, like ocean-going liners, will have their courses charted, and
the possibilities o f a collision will be remote. 13 was unlucky—-for some.
“ CURSE my luck! ” Chuck Ballister signed the “ First Band Control?” repeated Celeste, her head
acceptance sheet, picked up his astro-navigation kit, tilted back, and her eyes twinkling and tantalising.
And looked resignedly at the man who had managed “ You might have noticed me. But I ’m on a short
the Mars Line space ships since the dawn of the holiday now. I ’m going to Terminus------ ” She
centuryv “ Number T hirteen’s a death trap— but I caught sight of his instrument cases. “ You’re a
suppose we have to take what comes.” Skipper, then? W hat’s your ship?”
He gave a farewell salute, and passed under the “ A real terror,” said Chuck as they left the ele
archway, shouldering through the throng for a place vator for the moving track. “ A dreadful number
on the up-going elevator which bore the M ars Line if you’ve got a bit of the old-timers’ temperament.
workers towards ground level. And she’s a black history, I believe. Nice commis
A girl in a very tight one-piece suit turned and sion, isn’t it, to drive Ship 13? O r if you want the
gave the tiniest smile as he slightly jostled her with fancy name, she’s the Rapier.”
his instrument case. “ The Rapier! Why, I ’m booked to travel on
“ Sorry,” apologised Chuck. “ Haven’t I seen th a t!”
you before in First Band Control Room ?” Chuck stared hard for a second, and was conscious
He knew there was no doubt about it. H e’d of a little thrill of pleasure. Perhaps they could
always admired her, which was unusual for him, as have a few hours together at Terminus.
his job gave him little time to be a ladies’ man. But
Celeste attracted him : he glanced down at her AS they stepped off the moving track-walk, and
shapely form in its sheath-like dress. It was pretty stood at the side of the Rapier’s launching ramp,
certain that the Convention had had girls like Celeste Chuck looked up at the huge silver streamlined shell
in mind when they’d fixed the working dress pat with its battery of slightly blackened propulsion tubes
tern! set in fin-like formation at the tail, and hoped that
for this trip Ship 13 wasn’t going to justify its swivel seat at the large chart table. He took an
notorious number. She looked nice enough, he almost wistful look at the compartment door behind
reflected, although she was getting a bit old the seat; it led, by way of a narrow cat-walk past
fashioned; her nose jets weren’t of the latest m odi the liquid fuel cylinders, to the small passenger
fied type for the automatic landing, but he’d get her saloon. T hen he gave a shrug, and slit open the
to the Terminus ramp easily enough. official envelope.
“ W e’ll take the lift Up to the passenger entrance, “ Oh, no you don’t ! H and that envelope over,
and I ’ll walk through the ship,” Chuck told her as brother! ”
he led her towards the forty foot girderwork struc Chuck spun round. The cabin door had opened
ture which ran the lift cage up the side of the silently, and a powerfully built man with a sinister
silver shell. “ W e’ll have to wait a few moments looking scar across his right eyebrow stood holding
—the lift’s just moving off— why, what’s the m atter? a deadly radium gun level with Chuck’s heart.
Seen a ghost?” “ G et out of h e re! ” tried Chuck experimentally,
“ No------ it’s all right. It was just catching a and got slowly to his feet. Slim, away up at the
glimpse of those two men who took the lift.” The controls, hadn’t noticed anything wrong, not that
girl shrugged her shoulders, but nevertheless, looked he’d be much help. “ And put that gun away—
up at him puzzled. “ I knew one of them; he’d any accident here might send the ship to d u st! ”
tried to make up to me a while back, and then dis “ I ’ll do the worrying about accidents,” growled
appeared. Guess he just cooled off, and yet------ the man with the scar. “ You worry about doing
Anyway, here’s the lift.” what I tell you; they don’t call me ‘ Kleiner the
In an hour Chuck was half a unit from Base. Killer ’ for nothin’. Now, gimme that envelope.”
He was surprised how well the Rapier was handling; He held out his huge fist, and his dark, evil little
the vibration from her tubes was negligible. He eyes glittered. “ Come on, now ! ”
moved one of the many coloured power jet levers W ith a shrug Chuck handed over the envelope.
on the quadrant in front of him, opening the banks Kleiner snatched at it, and stood aside, allowing the
of outer jets. He was keen to get the first distance door to be pushed open by a small, red-faced man
unit over, when he’d be well away from Base and with hard eyes and a brutal mouth.
could open the usual ‘“ sealed orders,” although “ Keep the other driver going, Jorger: I ’ll look
there was not likely to be anything much in the after this one. I ’ve got the dope.” H e waved the
envelope: it was just a practice back at Base to snub-nosed gun, which was capable of searing death,
avoid a leakage of information to other space ships
and motioned Chuck to leave the cabin for the cat
and any private racketeer, such as had happened walk.
when Ship 47 had been diverted off course to Sibus
“ W hat’s the game, Kleiner? I seem to have a
— which was hardly fit for Earth people yet— and
hunch you were connected with that little Ship 47
had been robbed of some radium cannisters.
job------ ”
Chuck cast a calculating eye over the instrument
dials, and checked the gravity m eter against the unit “ Cut the gab, or I ’ll lose my temper. T here’s
clock. They’d made excellent tim e; the Rapier a store compartment up there. G et up that ladder,
wasn’t half such a bad old tub after all. Pity the brother, and don’t come funny. Keep any smooth
Skipper’s compartment didn’t permit him to see the talk for the dames— but not Celeste.”
passenger cabin. When they finally got away from Chuck had hardly left the last rung of the metal
the Gravity band, he’d hand over to the Second ladder before he was given a violent shove in the
Skipper, and go back and see how Celeste was back, which sent him sprawling into the small cabin,
faring. and before he could recover, the door slammed shut
He looked out of the moulded window, and, as and the bolt shot home.
usual, felt a sense of wonder at seeing the Earth “ Just safe and sound like some scientist’s rat in
like a globe below. It would get smaller and its cage,” said Chuck bitterly, as he sat on the low
smaller, until the shape of the continents was lost, fitted bunk. W hat game was Kleiner up to? And
and then the globe itself disappeared. T hat part of why had he mentioned Celeste? T he thought rang
any space journey was the worst; it was just a ques a bell faintly in his mind. H adn’t she said some
tion of waiting. One day, speeds would be raised thing------ Why, of course! T he men in the lift!
and the journey to M ars might be accomplished in H e clenched his fist with annoyance. W hy hadn’t
half the time, especially if the pull of the recently he questioned Celeste about the m an! I t might
discovered Sibus could be utilised in some way. have put him on to something. Kleiner’s name
meant nothing to him, but there had been some
HE checked the instruments once again, and sig whisper about this scar-faced giant who was pirat
nalled to Slim, his co-pilot. ing his way about the space routes. And Celeste
“ We’re just one unit out, and dead on course. was a Band Control girl with a knowledge of Astral
Take over while I read the route instructions.” Line numbers which formed the vital radar beam
He got out of his driving chair, and went to the paths for navigation.
HE got up, and walked round the small room, The racketeer gave an evil chuckle.
hoping to strike upon something which might aid I ’ll tell you a bit more. You were briefed to
his escape. T he furniture consisted of merely a low, travel up on Astral Line 500, and those orders I
fitted table, and the bunk; the place was illuminated took off you merely confirmed it. But I don’t keep
by a cold light strip running round the panels of technicians planted in the space ship yards for
the trans-plastex ceiling. He gazed upwards for a nothing; your m eter reads 92 Astral lines wrong.
second, and noticed the runs of piping which ran So, brother, you’re travelling up Line 408------ ”
along one side of the wall. H e went closer and “ But the Stellar------ ”
examined the red-painted cut-off valves for cylinder “ Sure,” agreed Kleiner. “ T h at’s coming down
installation dotted here and there along their length. Line 408. She’ll pick up our location on her radar
“ Perhaps here, if I could only hit on it, is a Astral M eter, know something’s wrong, and, being
solution,” he told himself. “ Otherwise, I ’ve got and advanced ship, she’ll manage to get off the Line
a hunch we’re in for a tragedy.” and land on Sibus, complete with a very dis
He went back to the bunk, sat down on its tinguished passenger. Simple, isn’t it? ”
cushioned edge, and tried to gather together all he “ All very pretty,” sneered Chuck, “ but the power
knew about the energy system of Ship 13. A con of this ship’s unbalanced. I t’ll be too risky to land
stant fuel supply from the boosters was vital until at T erm inus!”
such time as the jets could be gradually shut down “ Oh, no,” said Kleiner, with assumed affability.
and the ship, right outside gravitational pull, would “ You and I are going to walk through the ship.
be governed by the Inertia Units. If the jets were You can check up those tubes. If you won’t be
not operating correctly on the shut down, there sensible, then you know what to expect.”
would be a danger on the Term inus end when the “ Okay,” agreed Chuck. H e was not at all sure
jets had to be opened up again. Any sign of jet what he could do to gain mastery of the situation,
trouble would call for instant investigation by but obviously he would be better off out in the ship
Kleiner, or even Slim. than shut up here. Besides, there was Celeste; he
He crossed to the red-painted cut-off valves and hated to think what devilry she had been subjected
turned one to the closed position. Yes, that was to. “ Lead on------ ”
what he had hoped for; the steady note from the “ You first, brother.”
banks of jets had changed. How long would it be
before Kleiner came back—not long, unless he sadly T H E Y went to the little saloon, now empty, and
misjudged the racketeer’s knowledge of power in then through the bulkhead door to the huge freight
stallations. compartments. It was amazing how old-fashioned
In less time than he thought, he was waiting ready Ship 13 had become. Things had progressed apace
to seize any opportunity as the bolt shot back and since the days when she’d been a blue-print. Chuck
the door swung open. noted the fuel pipes, running down to the fin booster
“ So it’s you,” he observed lightly, seeing Kleiner, units; the new ships had something quite different.
the radium gun well in evidence, come in. “ You T hat escape hatch vaguely designed to be used as a
know, something’s happened to the power------ ?” jettison port was one of the many things which
“ Yes— and you’re going to fix i t ! ” dated Ship 13.
“ M e?” answered Chuck blankly. “ I ’m a'driver “ Quit gaping around as if you were in a
—not a mechanic.” m useum !” snarled Kleiner. “ Can’t you fix this?
“ But you know what to do?” W hat about those booster units— are they set right?”
“ Sure,” agreed Chuck easily. W asn’t Kleiner For a moment his hard little eyes were off Chuck,
getting a bit rattled; there seemed to be a dam p focusing themselves on the large cylinders just either
ness about his brow. “ Sure, I know—but I ’ve never side of the automatic escape hatch. T h a t moment
done it—never had to. Decent ships run smooth. was enough: Chuck’s left shot out, knocked the hand
This is Ship 13, though, so anything can happen. holding the radium gun aside, and planted a pile-
It looks as though you’re in a jam, Kleiner, not knpw- driving right to Kleiner’s jaw! Kleiner gave a
ing the works— and jQrger doesn’t look too bright— ” grunt, and went back against the door of the hatch,
“ I ’ll tell you what I do happen to know,” snarled the force of the blow and his unusual weight distort
Kleiner. “ T he new M ars Line luxury ship The ing the panel and operating the catch. There came
Stellar, is coming through on Astral Line 408. a sudden rush of air as the pressure in the ship
Celeste’s just told me! H a! T h at hits you, does momentarily escaped, a confused closing of spring-
it? Well, I ’ll tell you something else: I ’ve got that loaded doors, and Chuck, dazed and breathless,
dame shut in a safe little hide-out in this old tub, found himself alone!
and either you fix the power or unpleasant things “ Poor devil! ” muttered Chuck shakily, after a
happen to that trim doll. I seem to remember stupefied moment. There had been, many deaths
someone going out through an escape trap once------ ” that way in the old days. Ships had suddenly blown
“ You swine, Kleiner! I ’ll get you before we’re to pieces owing to their internal pressure, and people
through! ” had been flung into space, where they drifted, shape
less masses, until they disintegrated and became Jorger gave him a wooden stare, his big jaws mov
lost. ing on some imaginary wad.
Shakily, Chuck made his way back to the saloon. “ If th at’s right, then I ’m boss, and I don’t see
He would have to see what could be done with any need to change plans. Get sat down where I
Jorger, but first he wanted to locate Celeste. He can see you. We stay put; the Stellar’s gotta
tried one or two cabins, but eventually found her divert.” He waved the gun menacingly. “ Sit tight
in the navigation chart room. with your girl friend; let Slim do the driving— and
“ Gee, Chuck, I ’m glad to see y o u ! W hat’s hap to hell with the uneven firing of the tubes. W e’ll
pened to Kleiner------ why, you look a bit shaken! ” risk the landing! Keep where you are, or else------ ”
“ We both do, then.” He noted her disarranged Chuck looked hopelessly at Celeste. Jorger, in
hair, and a tear in the front of her tunic, and his wooden way, was going to be difficult, and there
momentarily knew a sense of grim, savage satisfac wasn’t a ghost of a chance of making a dive at him
tion at Kleiner’s fate. for the gun. He looked at Slim over the back of
“ He fell out of an escape hatch, Celeste. Best the driving seat.
not to think about it. W e’ve got to get Jorger to “ Slim, are you on Astral 408?”
see sense. Lord knows what sort of a time Slim’s “ Sure thing, Skip------ and the set has just begun
having up there.” to pick up the frequency of the Stellar. See the
“ Just a minute, Chuck.” She put a detaining blips on the screen?”
hand on his arm, “ W hat’s it all about? Kleiner Chuck looked at the screen above Jorger’s head,
was bothering me about the Astral Line the luxury and saw that Slim was right. A screen in the
ship’s coming down on------ ” Stellar would be showing similar signals and
V I ’ve got the whole set-up,” he told her. puzzling her skipper, causing him to divert to Sibus.
“ Kleiner wanted to get the Stellar to divert to Sibus, “ She can’t be so many units away------ ” He
where he’s got a powerful bunch of toughs in the broke off, and jumped to his feet, pointing to an
launching yards. He knew that some big noise was indicator panel. “ Look! The set isn’t working!
coming through and planned a kidnapping job to The Stellar------ she’ll get no record that we’re on
help some crowd at the Traffic Conference------ ” h er line! Jorger, you fool! G et out of the
“ Shady politicians, you m ean?” way------r or do you want to hit the Stellar head on
“ Something like that, honey. But I guess it’s in space!”
bust up now.” Jorger, hunched in his chair, kept the gun raised,
“ Kleiner said he’d got someone with him------ ” but Chuck saw the colour go out of his face as the
“ Yes,” broke in Chuck. “ T h at’s the next thing. thought of such a catastrophe penetrated his slow-
Jorger sitting at Slim’s side with a radium gun. I moving mind. “ You ain’t kiddin’, Ballister?”
must get Jorger to see sense, and let me try and “ No, you fool! ” cried Chuck. “ G et out of the
overcome the gyro units and pull the ship off the way----- - God knows how we can get the ship .off
Stellar’s Astral Line. You’d better stay in the the Line! Slim, ease off the Inertia Units. Good
saloon, Celeste—there might be trouble.” L o rd ! ” Even in the present tenseness a cry of sur
“ In that case I ’m coming, too. M y m ind’s set prise escaped him, for as Jorger, now thoroughly
on it.” frightened, lowered the gun and pushed his way
past Chuck, Celeste, waiting quietly at the back of
C H U C K was first in the control cabin, and took the cabin, brought down a chart box on the racket
in the situation in a flash. Slim, uneasy, at the eer’s thick head, and snatched the gun from his
co-pilot’s controls, with Jorger, hunched like a well- relaxed fingers as he slumped to his knees.
filled sack, against the cabin wall where his radium “ Carry on, C huck! ” she cried. “ I ’ll keep him
gun could master both Slim and the cabin door. fixed!”
“ W hat’s Kleiner doing to let you two roam
about?” He was not in the least perturbed to see W IT H the sweat standing out on his brow, Chuck
them, and his voice was dull, in keeping with his wrestled with the controls. It was a chancy thing,
low intelligence. trying to change the course of an old ship like this.
“ Listen, Jorger,” began Chuck, motioning Celeste He snatched a look at the Astral Line M e ter: allow
to sit at the chart table. “ The game’s up; Kleiner ing for the crooking Kleiner had mentioned, it was
had a nasty break— he went out through an escape still reading 408. He didn’t know how long he’d
hatch into space.” got, but time must be short; the screen was blipping
“ H u h ! Quit foolin’,” said Jorger sullenly. out the Stellar’s frequencies in lively contrasts to
“ Kleiner ain’t that sort of a fool.” He snatched a their own dead panel.
look out of the blister window. “ Can’t see any “ Ease that outer bank of Inertias off, S lim ! But
thing; they reckon anything follows a ship in do it slow !” Anxiously he watched the Astral
space------ ” meter. 408, still! Curse that number! I t was
“ I ’m telling you it is so ! We had a scrap, and nearly as bad as 13! “A bit more S lim ! ” He
Kleiner went out— gun and all.” opened his own booster valves a little, and gave a
whoop of joy as the reading on the meter began “ T h at’s the Stellar, that w as! ” said Chuck. “ I
to change. hardly saw it; too quick for the eye. Well, Jorger,
“ We’re safe, Skip, aren’t w e?” asked Slim a little your pals will wait on Sibus for nothing; Guess
later. “ W e’re off the Stellar's Astral Line.” your phony politicians will have to put up with the
“ Yes, were off, Slim------ ” great m a n ! ” H e got down out of the driving seat.
“ I ’ll just go and open that valve for the jet tubes.”
“ But only just in tim e !” It was Celeste, who
had left the slumped figure of Jorger, and was gazing “ W ELL, that’s that,” said Chuck after they had
out of the window panels. “ L ook! ” finished handing Jorger over to the Terminus police
Chuck gazed ahead into space, and saw a bril guards. “ Seems as if I ’m the only one who gets
liant, white dot, which, even as he watched, got more than a nerve shaking out of this. They’re
larger and larger. I t was the Stellar, without a pretty pleased about my luck in getting the old ship
doubt! But for a bit of luck in pulling Ship 13 off the Stellar’’s Line. Seems a bit thin I should get
off its Line they’d be rushing to smash each other to promotion, and you only get------ a husband! ”
dust at speeds of anything around hundreds of units “ C huck! ” gasped Celeste. “ But you’re a quick
a m inute! The dot, with a rapidity which was fan w orker! ”
tastic, had taken shape, and a moriient later, brilliant “ Quick to know I want the greatest girl on any
and flashing in the rays of the Sun, there went by plan et!” He pulled her into his arms and kissed
a golden shape, roaring Earthwards with little else her. “ I t’s just struck me; I guess 13’s my lucky
than a trail of cosmic dust in its wake. num ber! ”
Editorial . . .
It seem s th a t you readers liked th e editorial policy o f th e first issue o f N ew W orlds, ju dging
from th e num erous letters w e have received. A lthough we are gratified by y o u r reactions we
w ould like to say th a t we are now here n ear satisfied w ith th e m agazine in general. N o t by a long
way. A ll we have done so far is to take the first step tow ards giving you th e m agazine you have
been w aiting years for— a B ritish science fiction m agazine w ith a reasonably advanced policy.
H aving laid th e foundation w e can now sta rt building. E ach successive issue will see som e
im provem ents. W ith this issue the cover has been radically changed ; in the next we hope to
im prove the interior illustrations ; and scheduled for th e fu tu re are regular d epartm ents, a lower
selling price and m ore pages. U n fortunately th ey c a n ’t all com e a t once, b u t w e’ll get ro und
to them ju s t as soon as we can.
• W e w ould like to know w hat your particu lar requirem ents are and y our story preference
for this issue.
T h e first atom bom b at Bikini seem s to have b een played dow n in th e general press, largely
because th e destruction did not a p p ea r great n o r the bo m b plum e so spectacular as th e Japanese
“ experim ents.” H ow ever, the vital results o f th e Bikini bom bs aren ’t likely to be m ade public—
scientists d o n ’t usually publicise th e ir laboratory experim ents until success has been established.
It has also taken a few atom bom bs to m ake th e general public science fiction conscious, for
since H iroshim a th e m agazines have becom e alm ost w orth th e ir w eight in gold. In U .S .A .
prices for som e back issues have soared to m any tim es th e ir original selling price. I t w ould
seem th a t th e public has at last discarded th e oft-repeated fallacy th a t futuristic fiction is fantastic
nonsense. T h e authors are tu rn in g o u t to be one ju m p ahead of the scientists m ost o f th e tim e
a n d th e laym an is beginning to take his p rophetic fiction w ith m ore th a n ju s t a grain o f salt.
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T h e E d it o r
VICIOUS CIRCLE
By POLTON CROSS
Time runs in a straight line— but what i f one man's Time Line is circular ?
The swing o f the pendulum would take him further and further into the Past and the Future.
T H IS is the story of a man accursed, of one I remember singing to myself as I swung along.
human being in multi-millions who did not get a Another day over, Betty to meet, and a cheery even
fair chance. In a word, I am a sort of scapegoat of ing ahead of both of us. . . . But I did not keep
Nature. I resent it—bitterly, but there is absolutely that appointment because, you see, I walked into
nothing I can do about it. something which was at once beyond all sane imagin
M y name is Richard Mills. I am dark, five foot ing.
eight, and my age is------ Well that’s part of the One moment I was streaking for the ’bus stop—
story; but for the sake of convenience let’s say that then the next I was in the m idst of a completely
I was thirty-two when the horror started. I t’s odd, formless grey abyss. I t had neither up nor down,
you know, how you don’t always appreciate the on light nor dark, form nor outline. I was running
set of something enormously significant. I should on something solid and yet I couldn’t see it, and it
have guessed that there was something wrong when, was just when I was trying to imagine the reason
from the age of fifteen I often found myself mysteri for this sudden fog that I found myself still run
ously a few hours ahead of the right time without ning down a broad highway I had never seen in my
knowing how I had done it. I should also have life before!
attached suspicion to repeating actions I had done I slowed to a standstill and cuffed my hat up on
before. But then all of us have felt that we have my forehead as I looked about me. T he street had
done such-and-such a thing before— and so like you altered inexplicably. It was not grey and dirty but
I didn’t think any more about it------ highly glazed, as though the road surface was made
Until the impossible happened! of polished black glass. The traffic, too, was
I had just left the office at 6.15 p.m. (I was then strangely designed and almost silent. There were no
clerk to a big firm of lawyers) and in the usual way gasoline fum es: I noticed this particularly. In
I took the elevator to the street level and went out general the buildings were much the same, only
side. The October evening was darkening to twi shiny on the facades and somewhat taller.
light and the lights of London were on either side And the lighting! It was still night, but instead
of me as usual, climbing into drear muggy sky. of the usual street illumination there were great
elliptical globes swinging in m id-air somehow and ahead of my own time of 1946. You can think
casting a brilliance below that had no shadows. of such things but you dare not believe therm Yet
Everything had the pallid brightness of diffused day dammit, it had happened! And------
light. But I had no opportunity to ask my genial friend
anything more for he was greying in the return of
“ A N Y T H IN G the m atter? ” a pleasant voice the mist and I was back again in that blank world
asked me. where nothing is, or ever was, that is outside time,
I turned sharply as a passer-by paused. U ntil space, and understanding. I stood wondering and
now I hadn’t noticed that the men and women fearful, waiting. This time I sensed that the inter
passing up and down the sidewalk were rather odd val was longer. . . but when the mist evaporated
in their attire—the women in particular. The it revealed that I was back again in familiar Bond
absurd hats, the queer translucent look of their Street, only I had moved some two hundred yards
clothes, the multicoloured paints to enhance their from the ’bus stop— or in other words the precise
features. . . . Still women, eternally feminine— but distance I had walked with the stranger!
different. And now this stranger. He was tall and
young with pleasant eyes and the most amazingly I B L IN K E D , mopped my perspiring face, then
designed soft hat. glanced up at a nearby clock. It was 6.20, the
“ I noticed you hestitating,” he explained, pass exact time when I had started to run for the ’bus.
ing a curious but well-mannered eye over my attire. I had left the office at 6.15— five minutes to get
“ Can I help you? ” down the street. . . . Then had my other adven
It surprised me to find anybody so courteous. ture taken up no time whatever?
“ I ’m just wondering—where I am,” I replied W ith an effort I pulled myself together as I saw
haltingly. “ This is London, isn’t i t ? ” one or two passers-by looking at me curiously. I
“ Yes, indeed.” had to think this one out— maybe talk it over with
“ Bond Street? ” Betty Hargreaves since I apparently still had time to
His look of surprise deepened. “ Why, no,” he meet her.
said. “ You’re on Twenty Seven Street. Don’t you But she never arrived to keep the appointment.
remember that all street names were abolished ten Finally I rang up her apartment, and it was only
years ago to avoid duplication? ” after the storm with her had subsided that I realised
I could only gaze at him fixedly, and he g#ve a I had arrived back in the same place on on the
slight smile. following evening— twenty-four hours later!
“ Look here, you’re mixed up somewhere,” he I smoothed things over with her as best I could,
said, taking my arm. “ I t’s part of the city’s ‘ Lend- said I had been sent out of town on urgent business,
a-Hand ’ policy for us to help each other, so I ’m and we promised to meet at the same time and
going to make you my especial charge. . . . Inci place the following evening. I didn’t add “ I ho p e! ”
dentally, the ‘ Lend-a-H and ’ policy is a good idea, even if I felt like it.
don’t you think? ” he asked, forcing me to stroll Troubled, I began a contemplative wandering
along with him. “ I t’s done away with a lot of the through the city, heading in the general direction of
old backbiting.” my boarding house------ Just the same I never
“ Oh, surely,” I agreed, weakly. “ But look reached it. T o my alarm I once more found myself
here------ Er------ what sort of cars are those? sailing into greyness, and there was nothing I could
They’re very quiet.” do to avoid it. M y last vision was of a distant
“ You mean the atom-cars? Say, where have lighted clock pointing to 11.15; then it was gone
you lived? And if you’ll forgive me, that’s an and I was helpless, baffled, frightened.
awfully old-fashioned coat you’ve got on. I know In this grey enigma all sense of direction, time,
it’s a breach of courtesy, but. . . .” and space vanished. I found it safest to stand still
I dragged to a stop and faced him directly. “You and wait until it cleared. It did so eventually and
won’t credit this,” I said, “ but only what seems I discovered I was lying in bed in a quiet little room
about ten minutes ago I was running down Bond with a grey oblong of window revealing the night
Street for an ordinary gasoline-driven ’bus. Then sky. I stirred restlessly, puzzled, and reached out
I ran into a fog, or something and— suddenly I a hand for the bedside lamp. W hen I scrambled out
was h ere!” of bed and looked down at myself I got an even
“ It would be ill-mannered for me to disbelieve,” bigger shock.
he said slowly, regarding me, “ but I am puzzled. I had the figure of a boy of seven years! I was
I t may help you if I explain that you are in London just as I had looked at seven! W ith a kind of auto
—which was resurfaced with plastic in Nineteen m atic instinct I went to the dressing table and stared
Fifty Eight. T he present date is October the at myself in the mirror. There was no doubt about
twelfth, Nineteen Seventy One.” it. I was a child once more, in my own little bed
1971. Twenty-five years! G reat God! room at home in Manchester. M y parents must be
Somehow I had slipped a quarter of a century asleep in the next room, but somehow I didn’t dare
go and look. . . . Yet I had the memory of every not even blink. She just gazed, as one might at a
thing I had done up to the age of thirty-two! lunatic, a baby, or a dipsomaniac, And while she
Impossible! Idiotic! I had grown backwards! gazed I talked, the words tumbling over themselves.
Returning to the bed I threw myself upon it and I told her everything, and when I had finished I
struggled to sort the puzzle out. But gradually that expected her to laugh in my face. Only she didn’t.
impalpable mist came creeping back and I left the Instead she was thoughtful.
world of my childhood, wandered for a while in “ It’s mighty odd,” she said seriously. “ And
blank unknown, and then merged back into the street because I know you haven’t a scrap of imagination
from which I had disappeared. and are too gosh-darned honest to lie for no reason
I believe you. But------ it’s crazy!” She hugged
T H E F IR S T thing I saw was that lighted clock herself momentarily. “ And what are we going to
ahead. It was still at 11.15. Presumably I had do about i t?”
once again been absent exactly twenty-four hours— “ W e! ” Bless the g irl! She was on my side.
“ I dunno,” I muttered. “ As far as I can esti
and I had travelled twenty-five years backwards,
m ate I am allowed five hours to live like an ordinary
even as on the other occasion I had travelled twenty-
man— then off I go! I don’t know if a doctor
five years forwards.
could explain it, or maybe a psychiatrist. . . .”
Can you wonder that I was sick at heart, per
“ Hardly a doctor, Dick.” She shook her fair
plexed? It appeared then that m y intervals in
head musingly. “ It isn’t as though you’ve got a
“ normal ” time last lasted about five hours— or to
pain. I t’s more like an illusion. You might do
be exact 4 hours 55 minutes. Queer how I cold
worse than see Dr. Pembroke. H e’s a psychiatrist
bloodedly weighed this up. I felt like a visitor
in the Aldwych T rust Building. I know because a
who has only five hours to stay in a town before
cousin of mine went to him for treatm ent.”
going on his way.
I made up my mind. “ I ’ll see him at the first
When presently I encountered a police officer I opportunity. It won’t be in the morning because
asked him what day it was, and his rather suspicious I expect I ’ll be veered off again at about four fifteen
answer confirmed my theory of a twenty-four hour
in the small hours. W hen I can catch up on nor
absence. I got away from him before he ran me mal working hours I ’ll see what he can do for me.”
in and went straight to Betty Hargreaves’ apart
For ridiculous conversation this probably hit an
ment. Fortunately she had not yet gone to bed, all time high, yet so sure was I of the things that
and she eyed me with chilly disfavour when we were
had happened to me and so staunch was Betty’s
in the lounge. loyalty, we might have been talking of the next foot
“ I suppose I cooled my heels because you had ball match. Anyway she was a great comfort to me,
urgent business again?” she asked, going over to the and when I left her around 12.30 it was with the
sideboard and mixing me a drink. “ I ’ve got a tele resolve to m aster my trouble when it came upon me
phone, you know. You could have told m e ! ” again.
“ I ’m sorry-about that appointment, Bet. I just
couldn’t keep it. I------ er------ ” I hesitated over I W E N T home to my rooms, learned from a note
the right phrasing. “ I sort of keep coming and under the door that my firm had telephoned to in
going.” quire what had happened to me— and then I went to
“ You’re telling m e?” bed! Funny, but I wasn’t tired in spite of every
She handed me my drink and raised a finely lined thing, and I must have gone to sleep quite normally;
eyebrow. Betty is a pretty girl, a slim blonde with but when I awoke again I was not in my bedroom
eyes that are really blue and hair that is really though I was in pyjamas.
golden. But when she looks annoyed------ Whew! It took me several minutes to get the hang of an
“ I never heard of a financier’s chief clerk coming entirely new situation. I was lying on my back on
and going as much as you do,” she commented pre closely cropped and very green grass. T he air was
sently, sitting down on the divan beside me. “ W hat’s chilly but not unpleasantly so, and the sky overhead
happening, Dick? Is there a merger on, or w hat?” was misty blue with the sun just rising. I judged
“ No. I t’s------ er------ ” I put the drink down it was still October, but extremely mild.
and caught at her arm. “ Bet, I need h e lp ! I ’m As I stood up I got a shock. A small group of
in one gosh-awful spot.” men and women— attired so identically it was only
“ Money, or a girl?” she questioned drily. “ If by their figures I could tell any difference in sex—
the former I can help you out. D ad didn’t exactly was watching me. Embarrassed, I stared back at
leave me penniless. If the latter then let’s say good them across a few yards of soft grass, then I was
night and thanks for the memory.” astonished to behold the foremost man and woman
“ Nunno------ it’s neither,” I said. “ I t’s so hard suddenly float over to me with arms outstretched
to explain . . . You see, I------ 1 keep seeing the on either side. T hey settled beside me and silver-
future and the p a st!” coloured wings folded back flat on their backs.
Be it said to her everlasting credit that she did “ I know,” I sighed, as they appraised me. “ I ’ve
into his consulting room with its rather overpower
no right to be here and I ’m in the future. All right,
lock me up. It won’t make any difference.” ing looking apparatus, and then switched on softly-
The man and woman exchanged glances and I shaded lights and motioned me to be seated in their
immediate focus while Betty sat in the margin of
had the time to notice that they were both rem ark
able specimens—tall, strong, athletic-looking, with
the shadows.
queer motors strapped to their waist belts from which “ So, M r. Mills, you keep imagining you float
led wires to the wings on their backs. away into the future and the past at regular inter
After a good deal of cross-talk I found out that
vals, eh?” he asked slowly, settling down and fixing
they belonged to the local police force, made up of
me with those piercing eyes.
an equal number of men and women, and that I was, “ I don’t imagine it, Doc. — it actually happens,”
of course, both a trespasser and an amazing specimen
I told him. “ And in about fifteen minutes it should
to boot. . . . But this time, it appeared, I hadhappen again, then you’ll see for yourself. . . .”
slipped ahead not twenty-five years but two hundred! “ Mmmm. . . .” He made a brief examination of
I suppose, were I a literary man, I could fill a
me as though he were a medical man, then sat back
book with the marvels I discovered, but here it is
in his chair again and put his fingertips together.
only policy to sketch in the principal advancements.
“ And while you are away twenty-four hours elapse
I learned that their amazing system of individual
here?” he questioned thoughtfully.
flight had led to the abolition of ordinary aircraft;“ T h at’s correct, yes.”
that they had conquered space, mastered telepathy, “ Do twenty-four hours elapse in the place
overcome the vagaries of the climate, and completely
you------ er------ visit?”
outlawed war. Yes, it was a fair and prosperous “ No. It varies a lot. . . . Only definite timing
land I saw in 2146. I ’ve noticed is that on the last occasion I leapt two
In the end they locked me up for examination hundred years ahead instead of the former twenty-
by their scientists, but of course it did them no good,
five.”
for as time passed' I faded away from the prison “ Just so, just so. . . . A most interesting side
cell and was back again in London, still in my light on Tim e.”
pyjamas, in the middle of a street— and (I soon dis “ I don’t want to be an interesting sidelight! ”
covered) at 4.15 in the morning! Once again,
I protested fiercely. “ I want to live like any other
twenty-four hours— since presumably I had vanished
man, m arry the girl I love, and keep my job. As
while asleep at 4.15 twenty-four hours before. things are I look like losing the lot. . . . This sort
To be thus thinly clad on an October early m orn
of thing is------ unthinkable! ”
ing is no picnic. I took the only sensible course and“ M mm, just so,” he agreed. “ But there is the
presented myself at a police station, told the ser
other side, you know------ We are dealing with a
geant in charge that I had been, sleep-walking and
paradox of Tim e that has so far only been a theory
had just awakened. I was believed and I got shelter
and never proven. You may have the good fortune
and a borrowed suit of clothes in which to creepto be that living p ro o f!”
home to my rooms in the early dawn hours. I could only assume that he had queer ideas on
Now I was getting really frightened! If this were
what constitutes good fortune, and so I kept quiet.
to go on------ Lord! I did some computing and For another long minute he studied me, then turn
figured that I had until about 9.15 in the morning
ing to his desk he began to scribble something down
before I ’d take another trip— so before that time
on a notepad. He also made calculations and a
I had got to see Dr. Pembroke. Unlikely that he drawing that looked like a plus sign with a circle
would be at his office so early unless the urgency of
running through it. I was just about to ask him
the reason were stressed. the purpose of this doodling when things happened
I rang up Betty, told her what had occurred, and
— once again.
asked her advice. She suggested that I tell Pem Even as I felt myself drifting into grey m ist I
broke over the ’phone at his home what had hap noticed the electric clock stood at exactly 9.15; that
pened, and try to get him to be at his office before
Betty and Pembroke had jumped to their feet in
nine. She promised to be there. . . . stunned amazement------ Then off I went. And
this movement was backwards in Time, not for
Dr. Pembroke did not sound at all enthusiastic
at first, but he warmed up a trifle when I went into
ward.
explicit details. Finally he seemed interested enoughWhen the mists cleared I was seated on a wagon,
driving a horse leisurely along a winding country
to agree to be at his consulting rooms by 8.45. So
road. I saw I was wearing rough breeches and a
it was arranged, and promptly at quarter to nine I
flannel shirt, while a hot sun was blazing down on
was there with Betty, very serious and determined,
beside me. my battered straw hat. A yokel? A farmer? A
pioneer? I had never been any of these things as
G R A N T PEM BRO K E was up to time— a tall, far as I could remember— yet here it was.
eagle-nosed man with very sharp grey eyes and a Glancing inside the wagon I saw a woman and a
tautly professional manner. He ushered us both boy and girl asleep— and far behind my wagon were
many more of similar design kicking up a haze of looking drawing, the finished effort which I had seen
dust across the desert. . . . him commence just before I had evaporated. The
I had to work discreetly to find out what was drawing looked like a plus sign. The horizontal
going on, and very astonished I was to discover that line was marked “ Past ” at the left hand end, and
my name was Joseph Kendal, and that the three in “ Future ” at the right hand end. Where the verti
the wagon were my wife and two children. We were cal line intercepted it in the centre was the word
heading for Georgia, which had been settled by “ Now.” This same “ Now ” was also inscribed at
General Oglethorpe a good few years previously. In top and bottom of the vertical line. So far, so good.
other words, the General had fixed Georgia as he Now came the odd bit------
wanted it in 1732, and this— according to my wife— Starting from the exact centre of the plus sign
was 1746. We were changing our domicile, every was an ever widening curve, just like the jam line
one of us. . . . But all that signified to me was that inside a Swiss roll. You know how that line circles
I had dropped back two hundred years even as before out wider and wider! Well, that is what it looked
I had gone ahead for a similar period. like, and of course it inevitably crossed the right hand
section of the horizontal line marked “ Future,” and
I SCARCELY remember what happened while I the left hand line marked “ Past.”
was there. It seemed to be an endless trip across So I sat staring at this drawing which looked as
the desert with all the old pioneering flavour about though it had come out of “Alice in W onderland ”
it. I fitted into it without any effort: everything ------ then Pembroke started speaking.
I did seemed reasonable and natural, and secretly “ Young man, I don’t want to be blunt, but I
I was rather sorry when it all had to come to an have to. You are a freak of N ature! Every human
end just after sunset and I was in the grey mists being, every animal, every thing is following a Tim e
of Between, Beyond, or whatever it is. Line through space, and that line is straight. You
I returned to normalcy seated in that same chair may recall Sir James Jeans’ obervations on this in
in Dr. Pembroke’s consulting room. He was appo his ‘ Mysterious Universe’?”
site me, looking very weary and untidy. Betty, who I shook my head. “ I never read Jeans.”
had apparently been half-asleen in the chair on the “ M mm, too bad. Then let me quote the rele
rim of the shadows jerked into life as I sat gazing vant statement on page one forty two from the
at her. I glanced round and noticed two white- Penguin Edition. . . Pembroke picked the blue-
coated nurses and two men who looked like scien covered book up. “ He says------ ‘ Your body moves
tists------ along the Tim e Line like a bicycle wheel, and
M y eyes moved to the clock. 9.15, and judging because of this your consciousness touches the world
from the window it was daylight. only at one place at one time, just as only part of
“ Twenty-four hours to the m in u te!” Pembroke the cycle wheel touches the road at one time. It
ejaculated, getting up and coming over to me. may be that Tim e is spread out in a straight line,
“ Upon my soul, young man, you didn’t exaggerate but we only contact one instant of it as we pro
------ W e’ve been waiting, and waiting, ever since gress from past to future. . . . In fact, as Weyl
you disappeared from view. I summoned the nurses has said------ “ Events do not happen: we merely
in case of need, and these two gentlemen here are come across them .” ’ End quote. . .
scientists with whom I ’ve been discussing your
problem.” “ A N D what has this to do with m e ? ” I
“ The point is: have you got the answer?” I demanded.
asked irritably. “ Just this.” Pembroke returned the book to his
“ Yes. Yes, indeed,” Pembroke assented, and the desk. “ Your Tim e Line is not straight. It operates
two scientists nodded their heads in grave confirma in a circle, like that circular design you see there.
tion. “ But,” he added, “ it is rather a grim You told me that in earlier life you noticed you were
answer. . . unaccountably late sometimes and unusually early
“ I don’t mind that,” I said. “ Can I be cured}" at others?”
They were silent. I set my jaw and glanced “ Ye— es,” I agreed, thinking. “ T h a t’s right
helplessly at Betty. She could only stare back at enough.”
me, tired from the long vigil, and I thought I saw “ T hat,” Pembroke mused, “ can be taken as evi
tears in her eyes as though she were trying to con dence of the first aberrations in the Tim e Line you
trol an inner grief. At last I looked back at Pem were following. Now it has taken its first real
broke. curve. Instead of progressing normally in a straight
“ Tell me what you have done and where you line you are carried into hyperspace— that grey
have been,” he instructed. mist you have mentioned— which is non-dimensio
I did so, and finished bitterly, “ Well, let’s have nal, non^solid, non-etheric: in a word, plain
it! W hat is wrong with m e?” vacuum------ ”
He hesitated, then going over to his desk he “ But I lived and breathed! ” I interrupted.
handed me a sheet of paper on which was a curious “ Are you sure}” he asked quietly.
I hesitated. Now I came to think back. I wasn’t ! calmly. “ Otherwise you could not have taken over
“ You can no more be sure you lived and breathed that identity.”
than you can be sure of what you do under anaes “ Then when I was that person why didn’t I
thetic,” he said. “ But you were still heading along know what lay in the future?”
a Tim e Line—not of your own volition, mind you, “ Perhaps you did. Can you be sure that you
but inevitably, because Tim e sweeps us along with didn’t? ”
it. And so, when the curve struck the normal This was becoming involved all right, but after
straight Tim e Line leading from past to future— all. . . . No, dammit, I couldn’t answer it. Maybe
the world Line, that is, which Earth herself is fol I had known!
lowing—you became a part of it again, but you “ And when I was a boy of seven?” I asked. “ I
were twenty-five years ahead of the present.” presume I became a boy again because I was just
I nodded slowly. So far he made sense. that at that age?”
“ You stayed there for a period of which you are “ Just so. Time-instants are indestructible. You
uncertain, chiefly because your sense of Tim e had are bound to become at a certain instant what you
become catastrophically upset; and then, still im are at that instant, otherwise Tim e itself would
pelled along this circular Tim e Line you came back become a misnomer. You will ask why, at seven
through hyperspace and once more intersected the years of age, you did not know what you would do at
normal Now Line exactly twenty-four hours after th irty-tw o.. . ? Again I say, are you sure you didn’t? ”
wards. Events then proceeded normally for a while “ I------ I don’t know. I don’t think so— unless
— still following the circle— you passed through it was buried in my subconscious or something.”
hyperspace to a past event. Then, hyperspace once “ It must have been. It was there, that know
more, and so back to Now.” ledge, but maybe you considered it as just a dream
“ Then------ as, the circles grow larger from the fancy and thought no more about it, just as we
centre the gaps will become correspondingly speculate on how we may look in, say, ten years
greater?” I questioned, and my voice sounded as time and then dismiss it as pure imagination. But
though it did not belong to me. with you such an imagining would be fact. And
“ Just so; and the mathematical accuracy of first incidentally, as for your carrying a memory of these
twenty-five and then two hundred years— forward present experiences about with you, remember that
and backward— shows that the problem is not a dis your physical self is all that is affected by Time.
order but a mathematical fluke quite beyond human M ind and memory cannot alter.”
power to alter. You move in a circle, M r. Mills, “ And------ what happens now ?” I simply dragged
not a straight line, and unless at some point the the words out.
circle turns back on itself—an unlikely possibility “ For your sake, young man, I hope things will
since the Universe is a perfect cyclic scheme— I can straighten out for you— but if they don’t I have a
forsee nothing else but. . . endless circular travel proposition. . . . Tell me, have you any relatives?”
ling, gradually taking in vast segments of Tim e “ None living, no. I was intending to m arry Miss
until. . . .” Hargreaves here very soon.”
“ M mmm, just so. Well, the Institute of Science
PEM BROKE stopped and the room seemed is prepared to subsidise a T rust by which anybody
deathly quiet. F or some reason though, I was calm you may name can benefit. In return we ask that
now the thing was explained. in your swing back to the Now Line you will give
“ Can you account for my not feeling tired ?” I us every detail of what has been happening to you
asked presently. during your absences. . . .”
“ Certainly. You somewhat resemble a battery. I shook my head bewilderedly. “ I ’ll------ I ’ll do
You use up energy in a forward movement into it willingly, but I don’t want the money. And
Time because you are, in essence, moving into the Bet------ Miss Hargreaves has plenty of money any
unexplored—but in the backward movement the way. . . . Doc, isn’t there some way?” I asked
energy replaces itself because you are merely return desperately. “ I can tell from you making this
ing to a state already lived. You cannot grow old, proposition that you------ ”
or tired, or suffer from ketabolism in the ordinary “ I ’m sorry, M r. M ills; I really am. But no
way because you represent a perfect balance between human agency can get to grips with your problem.”
ketabolism and anabolism, the exact amount of each I was silent through a long interval, Betty seated
being equal because each journey is the same amount now at my side. I looked at her hopelessly.
of Tim e—namely, first twenty-five, then two hun “ Bet, sweetheart, what do you say? Do you
dred. And next------ Well, who knows?” know anybody who needs money in trust?”
“ Look here,” I said slowly. “ This last time I “ N o ! ” she answered bitterly. “ Money is the
went back two hundred years, as I told you, but I cheapest, most earthly compensation science can offer
was somebody else! A pioneer or something of you for a ruined life. I don’t want any part of
two centuries ago. I was never th a t!” it. . . . Oh, Dick, for G od’s sake, there must be
“ In a past life you must have b een /’ he answered some way out of th is! ”
I shook my head. There wasn’t. I knew it sent. But there were amoeba, the first forms of
now. . . . Finally I told Pembroke that the money life, and I fancy I must have been one of these!
had better be handed over to scientific research, and Backwards— forwards— with the visions of Now
on my all too infrequent returns to Now I would mere shadows in a universe which was to me
tell all I knew. insane. Nothing held sense any more. I was losing
“ We could m arry,” I whispered to Betty. “ Only touch with every well remembered thing, with the
it wouldn’t be fair to you. A day might come when dear girl who always awaited my comings and goings
I ’ll never return.” — growing older, but always loyal. And around her
“ It will,” Pembroke confirmed quietly. “ When the cold, impersonal scientists logging down infor
your circular line takes so wide an orbit that it mation that could chart the course of civilisations for
passes beyond the ends of the Now Line into hyper ages to come. No wonder I had seen progress ahead!
space.” M y own guidance had prevented any mistakes, and
Then I was doomed indeed! All I could hope in those distant visions I had seen the fruit of my
for was an occasional glimpse of Betty. As for the own advice! Incredible— yet true.
rest. . . . Gradually I realised that my Tim e Circle was
now becoming so huge that it was involving a stu
MY five-hour stay was taken up in signing legal pendous orbit which did not include Earth but the
documents; then once more I was swept inevitably Universe as a whole, proving how independent of
into hyperspace. So I went through the grey enigma normal Tim e Lines had my vicious circle become.
which baffles description, and this time I was six In my swing I saw the birth of the Earth and
hundred years ahead of the Now Line. There was the gradual slowing down of the Universe------ and
still progress, the building of superb cities, the con this I think is destined to be my last return to the
quest of other worlds, a sense of greater equality Now Line, for the next curve will be so enormous
and comradeship between both sexes. . . . that------ Well, I do not think I shall be able to
So back to Now for a brief spell with a tearful contact the Now Line at all. T he scientists have
Betty, a long description of my experiences to the charted it all out for me.
scientists, a banquet in my honour at the Science T he curve will take me to the period of the initial
Institute—then outwards and backwards into the explosion which created the expanding universe out
past, for a gap of another six hundred years. of------ what? T hat will be in the past. And my
Back and forth as the circle widened. futureward movement will carry me to that state of
I have tried to keep out of this narrative the inner sublime peace where all the possible interchanges of
horror I experienced at it all— the dull, dead futility energy have been made, where there exists thermo
of being flung by nameless force into an ever-widen dynamical equilibrium and the death of all that is.
ing gulf. Each time, of course, as the circle widened At either end of the curve Tim e is non-existent!
I went further afield. This is where I may at last find rest.
Hundreds of years, thousands of years, from one As I think on these things, writing these last words
end of the pendulum’s swing to the other—back in the world of Now, I cannot help but marvel at
wards into scores of lives which had long since been what I have done. . . . But I hate it! I hate it
effaced from memory; forwards into a wonder world with all my human soul! Opposite to me in this
of ever increasing splendour. . . . Then in the tens bright room Betty is seated, silent, dry-eyed, faith
of thousands of years ahead I saw M an was pretty ful to the last. Science is still represented in the
close to leaving his material form altogether and quiet men in the chairs by the far wall, all of them
becoming purely mental. So much so that on my busy writing and checking notes.
visit after this one Earth was empty and turning one Never was so strange a sentence passed on a
face to the sun. Age, old and remorseless, crawled human being!
over a once busy planet. The greyness is com ing! I have no time to write
At the opposite end of the scale life was swinging any more------
down into the Neanderthal man stage, and then
further back still to where M an was not even pre THE EN D
TH E L IT E R A R Y LIN E-U P
T h e re w ere som e surprises in the story ratings for the first issue. T h e tw o novelettes fought
it o u t for first place b u t eventually W ill T e m p le ’s fine fantasy story “ T h e T h re e P ylons” took
top honours over M aurice H u g i’s “ M ill O f T h e G o d s.” T h e strange fact th ere was th a t although
m ost readers rated the T em p le yarn top they em phasised the fact th a t th ey were n ot keen on fantasy
stories in a science fiction m agazine. E ach of th e shorts shared praises and criticism s and at this
tim e of w riting they stand th u s :
3. W hite M ouse T h o r n t o n A yre
4. K now ledge W ith o u t L earn in g K. T hom as
5. Solar A ssignm ent M ark D en h o lm
6. Sw eet M ystery O f L ife J o h n R u sse l l F ea r n
T h e re was very little betw een th ird and fifth places.
AHEAD OF REALITY
Science fiction just manages to keep in front of science.
By L. J. JOHNSON
BEFORE H itler’s W ar, there were groups of dispersed all over the world by the call to National
enthusiasts all over the world who eagerly perused Service.
a form of literature known as “ science-fiction.” But now these enthusiasts are returning from a
Jules Verne and H. G. Wells were the modern scientific W ar, in which they have seen brought to
“ fathers ” of imaginative scientific fiction with suchrealisation many of the inventions foreseen by their
stories of possible future developments as “ 20,000 favourite form of literature.
Leagues Under T he Sea ” and “ T he Tim e They find that science is catching up with science-
Machine.” fiction.
Inspired by the vision and sociological value of The members of the British Interplanetary
these early romances, there was published in Society, child of the science-fiction movement, have
America a monthly magazine devoted entirely to returned to work to find their task has been com
stories of scientific imagination. Hugo Gernsback pleted for them in principle during their absence.
first produced “ Amazing Stories ” in 1926, thus T he fans have returned to a world well acquainted
setting a new vogue in the field of magazine litera with jet planes, V I and V2, Radar contact with the
ture. The new venture relied at first upon reprints Sun, M oon and Mars, and above all the Atom Bomb.
of works by Verne, Wells, Edgar Allan Poe and They find themselves living in a world of science-
Edgar Rice Burroughs, and other established mas fiction instead of reading about it. They have great
ters in this field. difficulty in refraining from satisfying retorts of “ I
The magazine was an immediate success and told you so.”
new writers flocked in to express in story form They pick up their pre-W ar magazines, and find
their visions of the future. many of the stories hopelessly out-of-date. Even
As the years went by, other publishers, realising stories of interplanetary and interstellar space travel
the popularity of this type of fiction in a scientific have lost much of their novelty. For the release of
age, brought out their own magazines until there Atomic Energy has not merely placed M an on the
were a dozen or more appearing at regular intervals brink of destruction, but also on the brink of Outer
in America, and attracting to their pages ever more Space.
new readers and writers. T he power of the Atom has been used in many
This imaginative fiction, with its sweeping visions science-fiction stories to propel our heroes away from
of future accomplishments, difficulties and disasters, the Earth to the Moon, the Solar System and even
brought into its net many thousands of men and to the stars of Outer Space. And these possibilities
women with scientific and sociological minds. These are no mere fantasy, for once harnessed to a space
men and women, such was their enthusiasm, banded ship the energy of the Atom will give the complete
together to form societies for the study and promul answer to the power problems of bridging Space.
gation of “ scientifiction,” as Gernsback dubbed the But the post-W ar science-fiction enthusiast still
new literature. has a good start on Reality. For m any years his
The American magazines reached England, and heroes and heroines have explored the most hidden
devotees of Verne and Wells were immediately places of this E arth; they have been travelling to
thrilled by this new source of interest and enlighten Yesterday and To-morrow in Tim e Machines; land
ment. ing on the Moon, M ars and Venus and even further
afield; they have been fighting wars with rockets,
FRO M stories of startling new inventions and rays and Atom Bombs; they have had space ships
alien menaces to the Earth, writers progressed to equipped with Radar for detecting meteors, while
studies in story form of the effect upon Mankind on their way around the Solar System.
of scientific and sociological development. They have also had sociological problems to con
The readers and writers, most of whom were keen tend with, as in “ Metropolis ”— a famous science-
students of scientific progress, were mentally toying fiction film— in which the hero’s task was to smash
with Radar, Rockets and Atom Bombs many years a Totalitarian system of scientific control of the
before the War. workers. Strangely enough the film was German.
On the outbreak of W ar, the paper situation struck So far, science fiction has managed to keep one
a great blow at the science-fiction movement— as jump ahead of reality, but, scientifically, M an is fast
well as other forms of literature— both in this catching up his own imagination— only the ostrich
country and America. And fans found themselves and the ignorant can ignore the speculative Future.
LUNAR CONCESSION
BY THORNTON AYRE
By FORREST J. ACKERMAN
PLA N N ED for 1942 but delayed through the back” at the speakers on the rostrum. During the
intervention of war, Los Angeles, California, staged proceedings there was an auction of rare fantasy
America’s fourth national science fiction convention books, original magazine illustrations and other col
from July 4th to 7th. Previous annual meetings lectors’ items, and a special stir was caused by the
had been held at New York, Chicago and Denver, placing on sale of a limited quantity of the first issue
and the Pacific coast fantasy enthusiasts had to work of New Worlds, the magazine being avidly pur
hard in preparing a spectacular programme to outvie chased by American science fiction fans.
the 1939-40-41 gatherings. Like its • predecessors A nuclear scientist lectured as technicolour films
the Convention was a four-day Open House for were shown of the first two atom-bombings and a
every fantasy enthusiast who could make the trip subscription was taken up to aid the Einstein Atomic
west, packed with interesting discussions, talks, films, Movement. A Ronald Colman recording of H.P.
recordings, exhibitions, personalities, and the two Lovecraft’s “ Dunwich H orror” (from the “ N ot At
main high-lights—the futuristic costume ball and the N ight” book series), was played over the broad
annual dinner. casting unit. On another occasion the prehistoric
Although publicity and planning had been con spectacle “ One Million B.C.” was shown.
tinued to a certain extent during the war years, it Outstanding were the masquerade ball, at which
was not until after V-J day that the planning com participants vied for prizes in such elaborate home
mittee could finally go ahead with their work. On made costumes as a spaceman of the 22nd Century,
two occasions committee members were interviewed the Frankenstein monster, a Venusian princess,
on radio programmes (one on a National hook-up), Dracula’s daughter, and a Wellsian character from
which helped publicise the Pacificon, as the conven “ Things T o Come” ; and the formal banquet at
tion was termed. T he Committee produced an which conventioneers heard favourite authors reveal
elaborate pre-Convention booklet giving the fullest intimate anecdotes connected with their lives and
information and advice to prospective participants writings.
and a sub-Committee was set up to cover all the
arrival points in Los Angeles and meet Conven M O ST far-reaching single accomplishment of the
tioneers as they reached the city. Convention was the formation of the Fantasy Foun
Some 125 people travelled from all corners of the dation—a plan put before the meeting for the crea
U.S. to attend this futuristic-minded gathering: tion of a master library of science fiction—a fantasy
one family man hitch-hiked across the entire con museum—a repository of all imaginative literature
tinent from M assachusetts; a housewife in N orth and associated items, which was enthusiastically
Carolina took a marital holiday to participate; accepted, with sums of money being subscribed by
Robert Bloch, one of America’s foremost fantasy those present for operational expenses. One lead
authors, arrived by plane from Milwaukee. There ing fantasy enthusiast, inspirator of the project,
were also representatives from practically every bequeathed the Foundation $1000 upon his. demise
publishing house who produce professional fantasy as well as his entire personal collection of some
magazines. 1300 books and 1400 magazines.
In 1947 Americans plan to hold their Convention
FO L L O W IN G a custom which seems likely to in Philadelphia.
become established permanently, the Convention British readers and fantasy enthusiasts will no
had as guests of honour two of America’s top-flight doubt be surprised at the extent to which Americans
fantasy authors—this year A. E. van Vogt, whose are organised where their favourite literature is con
fiction during the recent years has been acclaimed cerned—even the Press give favourable reports of
on both sides of the Atlantic, and Mrs. van Vogt, such meetings—the reason is probably due to the
better known by her fiction writing name of E. fact that America has had a num ber of regular maga
Mayne Hull. M r. van Vogt delivered a dynamic zines devoted to futuristic fiction for many years,
hour’s speech entitled “ Tomorrow On T he M arch.” while Britain although producing many fine fantasy
T he main meetings of the four-day Convention books, has had few home products in the fantasy
were held in a luxurious hall equipped with micro magazine field. T he magazines help to bind readers
phones and broadcasting unit—there was even a into closer contact- New Worlds, therefore, should
roving microphone for conventioneers to “ answer do a lot towards furthering the ideals of Britons.
FOREIGN BODY
By JOHN BRODY
T H U D ' . . . . Thud'. T h u d ' . . . . Thud'. of coal and rock rubble was what, at first glance,
“ One m ore! ” Steve said, and the group waited, seemed remarkably like the business end of a Spit
tense, impatient. fire! Whatever it was, it was formed out of a
Thud'. metal that gleamed red in the light of the lamps.
“ T h at’s the lo t! ” T he five men started off along “ W hat the blazes. . . ! ” Jenkins, the manager,
the gallery towards the coal face. began, and then the words stopped coming. He
Steve was leading. He stopped so suddenly that motioned his engineer forward.
his butty cannoned into his back with a force that Pete Service stepped in closer. His experienced
made him grunt. eyes at once detected that the foreign body was
“ L ook! ” Steve said, and his voice was a mixture firmly embedded in the coal— and had been for a
of amazement and awe. T he four men crowded heck of a long tim e! Fragments of coal blasted by
forward to look over his shoulder and round his the charge were curved to fit the cone-shaped body
broad back. There were four separate, distinct exactly. The metal cone was as much part and
gasps, and then a flow of profanity. parcel of the coal-seam as the fossilised anchorites!
“ Jees! Get the forem an! ” “ W hat the devil is it? ” Jenkins barked.
Five minutes later, “ T he D evil! Get the under “ God knows! ” Pete replied. H e was very
m anager! ” puzzled. “ We must see how far back it goes. Any
Ten minutes later, ‘ ‘ Good Lord! G et the more charges down here?”
m anager! ” In a few minutes drilling began and charges were
In twenty minutes the great m an was at the coal laid. Working at high pressure, the colliers un
face, with Pete Service, mine engineer, at his heels. covered more of the cone. Soon they had six foot
They stared, gasped, and wondered. of it sticking out; it grew to a diameter of nine
The charges had blown away a considerable feet, and still they had not got to the end of its
stretch of the coal face. Sticking out of the mass length.
IN the meantime, Pete had tried to discover what “ W hat’s it made of?” M r. Carter put in.
it was made of. M etal, yes; an alloy, but unbeliev “ An alloy that has a distinctive red colour and is
ably hard. Drills, hacksaws, bounced off its red unbelievably strong. W e’ve tried drilling, cutting,
exterior. A yell checked Pete in his examination. blasting, but we can’t even dent it. But to continue.
Seven feet from the tip of the cone, a collier had T here are four portholes on each side, filled with a
found a variation of the metal surface. There was bluish, translucent material. At the blunt end are
a round porthole, filled with a translucent substance four tubes, presumably part of a propulsion unit.
that had a faint blue coloration. T he moment Pete There are four smaller tubes arranged radially near
laid eyes on it, he had a hunch; it was fantastic, the bows. These, I think, are stabilisers. There is
of course, but nevertheless, it took possession of his a flush-fitting metal door on one side, opened by
mind. He made his way back to the surface. a countersunk wheel. We’ve tried the door, and
“ Listen, chief! ” he said to Jenkins. “ This is it will open.”
something big—biggest thing yet! I ’m still hazy “ Have you been inside?” Colonel H unt barked.
about what exactly we’ve got down there, but if it “ No, sir. I reasoned that the atmosphere within
turns out to be what I think it is, this little pit is — if there is any—may be different— even poisonous
going to be world famous in twenty-four hours. I —to our own. I ’ve ordered three oxygen outfits to
suggest you call a board meeting, just to get things be taken down, and I intend to enter the ship as
straight with the directors, and then get on to------ soon as I leave this meeting. Perhaps three of you
Hell, I can’t think just who might be called an gentlemen might wish to accompany m e?” There
authority on space trav el! ” was a long silence.
For twenty-four hours the colliers worked as never Sir Herbert asserted himself. ‘ There’s one thing
before, urged on by horrible threats from Pete. you haven’t explained, young m a n !” he grunted.
Blasting, cutting, shovelling, they gouged their way “ How the blazes did this thing get down a coal
into the coal face. Twenty-five and a half hours m ine?”
after the initial discovery, Pete made his way to the “ There is only one explanation, sir, so far as I
surface to report to a meeting of the directors. can see. This space ship comes from beyond this
He burst into the board room in his filthy pit planet; perhaps from M ars or Venus; perhaps even
clothes. Sir Herbert, the chairman, frowned at the from Ursa M ajor or the Dog Star. M any thou
intrusion. sands of years ago, the home planet of this ship had
“ Well, young man,” he said pompously, “ We already reached a stage of scientific advancement
shall excuse your appearance. Can you now tell us years in advance of our own. This space ship was
what this . . . er . . . foreign body is?” sent out for some reason, and crashed on our world,
Steve took a deep breath. “ Gentlemen,” he began, amid the huge sub-tropical forests. The crew were
anticipating the storm. “ I have every reason to killed, but the ship was undamaged. For thousands
believe the ‘ foreign body ’ to be no less than a of years she lay there amid the trees, gradually
space-ship from another planet— perhaps from an becoming buried amid the vegetation. The trees
other solar system ! ” became coal, but the strength of the alloy of which
There was an expressive silence. Sir Herbert the ship is made, stood up to the colossal pressures,
looked at M r. Carter. Colonel H unt looked at Mr. and became part of the coal seam. T h a t’s my guess,
Crosby. M r. Jenkins, the manager, went red. At gentlemen, and I think it’s the only one possible! ”
last Sir Herbert spoke:
“ Come, come, young man,” he said, and it was AN hour later, Pete and Colonel H unt strapped
obvious that he was choosing his words carefully. the oxygen apparatus on their backs and placed the
“ We musn’t let our imaginations run away with us. masks over their noses. The Colonel was the only
W hat you’ve just said appears to this board as a member of the Board to volunteer for the investiga
little------ I m ust say it, M r. Service; a little tion. Sir H erbert suddenly remembered that he
idiotic! ” m ust ring up the British Museum and get an expert
“ I heartily agree with you, s ir ! ” Steve replied, sent down. M r. Carter considered himself too old
grinning broadly. “ I ’d go further, if I may. W hat to go down the pit, and M r. Jenkins felt he might
I ’ve just said must appear to you to be evidence of be needed outside the space-ship. M r. Crosby had
my lunacy! But if any of you gentlemen care to gone to ring up the Daily Trumpet.
put off your morning coats and come underground “ Ready, sir?” Pete’s voice was strongly nasal.
with me, you shall see for yourselves.” “ Lead on, young fellow! ” the colonel replied,
Jenkins, ever the peacemaker, leant forward. “Tell and a collier began to rotate the wheel that operated
the Board a little more about the thing, Service,” the locks.
he said. Pete blessed him for the opportunity. T he door opened easily; Pete noticed that there
“ Well, gentlemen, this ‘ foreign body,’ ” he began, were four bolts inside, but none of them had been
“ is some sixty feet long. I t is shaped like a very shot. W ithin was a dark chamber about five feet
fat cigar, and is about twenty feet in diameter at its square. T he outer door slammed shut, and Pete
widest section. , . searched for the inner door to the air-lock.
He found a smaller, circular door, and his power Pete traced these pipes back to the tanks under the
ful lamp revealed that it was already open. As Pete cat-walk. Whatever the device that caused the pro
stepped forward to push through, he stumbled over pulsion of the ship, it seemed to be remarkably
something on the floor. It was the body of one of simple. Pete deduced that the secret must lie in the
the crew— Pete paused a moment for an examina fuel, and. turned his attention to the fuel tanks.
tion. He had some difficulty in discovering any means
The shrivelled, leathery form was about five feet of determining whether the fuel tanks were filled,
long, and formed into three sections— a head, a long and if so how they had been filled. A t last, after
pear-shaped torso, and a lower torso about eighteen crawling on his hands and knees almost the whole
inches long and cylindrical in shape. From the length of the bottom of the ship, he found a filler
upper torso there extended four pairs of limbs. The cap; screwing it off, he discovered that two at least
two most forward ones ended in tiny hands, each of the tanks were half filled with fluid.
with eight fingers. T he second pair of limbs ended He and the Colonel had been in the ship for
in bony hooks. The third and fourth pairs ended nearly two hours. Pete decided it was time to go to
in what might have been feet, though the toes were the surface and report. However, passing through
well developed and might have been used as additio the control room again, he could not resist a final
nal hands. peep into a metal cupboard that he nearly bumped
Pete noted that there were four eyes, giving the his head on. In the cupboard were stacks of small
creature all-round vision. In addition there were cubes, each little more than an inch square, and
two bunches of antennae mounted on either side of made of a substance that resembled cloudy, blue
the head. T he head seemed to house the main quartz. Steve picked one up and quickly slipped it
nerve centre or brain, but there were neither ears, in his pocket.
nose, nor mouth to be seen. In general, the creature
resembled an immense ant. O U T S ID E he found Jenkins reluctantly putting
Pete left the body, and passed through the door on oxygen apparatus with the object of organising a
into what he guessed at once to be the control cham search party.
ber. It consisted of the whole of the fore end of “ Thank goodness you’ve got out all right,” he
the ship, except that there was a level floor and the gasped. “ We were just beginning to think you
actual bows were hidden by a screen some five feet were done for. W hat did you find?”
square. T he walls were covered with pipes, wires, “ Enough to change the whole scientific picture! ”
dials, knobs and buttons. Instead of a control seat, Pete said, slipping out of his oxygen kit. “ Look
there was a number of rubber cushions on the floor, here, Jenkins, I want to get up top and make a
shaped with rounded ridges and depressions, that report. T he things in that machine are unbeliev
must have conformed to the bodies of the creatures able! ! ”
in their recumbent positions. “ Unbelievable! ” the Colonel echoed, and that
There were two other bodies in the control room. seemed about all he could say.
The cause of death was not apparent. Certainly “ But there’s one thing, Jenks. Nobody must go
they did not seem to have died by violence. Suffo into the ship— nobody! T he tanks are half-filled
cation occurred to Pete as the probable cause of with fuel, everything is just as it was when the bus
death. landed. Some damn fool might press the wrong
The screen at the fore end of the ship was next button and destroy the whole box of tricks. Can
examined. It was of some material that resembled you arrange that no one goes near it? ” Jenks pro
frosted glass, and behind it Pete could see a maze mised that he would do what he could, and the
of wires that lead in the general direction of a metal Colonel and the Engineer Returned to the surface.
case near the control position. He slipped the catches The Board assembled to hear the report. ‘There
on the case and it swung open to reveal an immense was a reporter from the Daily Trum pet in attend
radio set. In general, it was similar to many that ance, and a learned professor despatched by the
Pete had seen, but the valves were long tubes stretch British Museum. Briefly, Pete told of what he had
ing from top to bottom of the case, and instead of seen, and the Colonel made confirmatory grunts at
being silvered, they were coated internally with some the right moment.
bright green substance. “ In conclusion, gentlemen,” Pete wound up, “ I
Pete and the Colonel next went to the engine think it absolutely safe to assume that the ‘ foreign
room, passing back by a narrow cat-walk that tra body ’ is a space ship, probably from another solar
versed a series of big tanks. The engine room, at system. The occupants, ambassadors from this other
the rear of the ship was remarkably bare of mechani world, seem to be of insect form, and highly civi
cal adornments. Four tubes, each eighteen inches lised. T heir scientific achievements put those of this
in diameter, projected into the room, the after-parts world very much in the shade.”
of the four propulsion units that Pete had noticed “ I t’s incredible,” the man from the British
when outside. At the breach end of each tube there Museum muttered. “ I really must see it before I
was a swelling. A pipe led into the swelling, and hazard an opinion.”
“ Can we get it to the surface?” Sir Herbert said, “ A pit fire?” Sir Herbert cried, thinking of his
“ I mean, it’s definitely going to hold up produc profits.
tion if we have hundreds of scientists dashing in and “ A pit fire,” Pete echoed. T he remainder of the
out of the pit for the next few months.” directors crowded around them. The smoke bil
“ It can’t be moved as it is,” Pete said. “ It will lowed up, black, pitch-thick. Pete thought of the
have to be sectioned, brought up, and reassembled. space-ship, and wept.
We can’t begin to do that until we discover how to The man Jrom the Trum pet elbowed up to Pete.
cut the metal of which the thing is made. After “ D ’you think there’ll be anything left of this space
standing up to the pressures that frame has, I think ship of yours?” he asked.
it’s going to be a bit of a problem.” Nothing,” Pete said, tonelessly.
“ These creatures . . the reporter began, ana “ So we’ll never know if it really existed! ” the
the violent ringing of an alarm bell cut his question expert from the British Museum said.
short. Somewhere a hooter gave out a series oi “ W hat the blazes do you m ean?” Pete said
painful hoots. People outside the board room began angrily. Then suddenly he remembered something.
to shout. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the
“ Good L o rd !” Pete cried, and it was the voice little cube he had picked up on the space ship. “ So
of human agony. He raced from the room like a you don’t think the space ship existed?” he said
madman. He took one look at the pit-head, and slowly. “ Well, just take this in your hand.”
knew the worst. Clouds of black smoke were billow The expert looked at the cube. “ W hat does that
ing round the pit gear. cube of plastic prove?” he said sarcastically.
“ Take it in your h a n d !” Pete held it out.
HE covered the distance to the pit-head in record The expert put out his fingers and picked the
time. A rescue squad was forming up; instinctively, cube up. W ith a gasp, he dropped it. Collecting
Pete knew their task to be hopeless. He turned his wits, he picked it up again, and stood in the
away, helpless, momentarily broken; Sir Herbert centre of the circle, a look of amazement written on
panted up, gasping for breath. his face.
“ W hat’s happened! W hat’s happened?” he “ A m azing! ” he commented.
cried. “ W hat is it? ” Sir Herbert demanded.
Pete turned to him. “ T he worst, sir,” he said. “ This cube has impressed upon it the thought-
“ No one will get out of the workings alive. I was information relating to the relative positions of the
a fool, an utter fool. I knew someone would get planets in our solar system. When you touch it, the
into the space ship; I told Jenkins to keep them relevant information at once leaps into your m ind
out, but he m ust’ve failed. Perhaps he got in him How many of these cubes were there?”
self.” “ Hundreds,” Pete answered. “ I suppose they
“ Yes, yes! But what could he do?” covered every bit of information that the space men
“ Fiddled about. Pressed one of the buttons and required for navigation of their ship. Well, are you
set the propulsion units off— the fuel tanks were convinced?”
half full. T he jets blasting away in that confined “ Com pletely! ” the expert replied. “ Good Lord,
space would burn up every man in a flash. Prob what a tragic, irreparable loss to hum anity!”
ably set the coal alight— fuse the ship into a solid
mass of metal.” T H E EN D .
NEW WORLDS
you still have tim e to obtain a copy price 2/
T H E early morning street-car, swaying and would never have seen him if it hadn’t been for his
rattling along its tracks, did as much to avert my white attire, which made him visible against the
attention from the book I was reading as the con brown grain of the shellacked wood. L watched,
tents of the book itself. I didn’t like Plato. Com amazed as his microscopic figure moved over per
fortable though the seat was, I was as uncomfortable haps half an inch.
as any collegiate could be whose mind would rather He wore a blouse and shorts, it seemed, and san
dwell upon to-morrow’s football game than the dals. Something might have been hanging at his
immediate task in hand— the morning session with side, but it was too small for me to make out plainly.
Professor Rednitz and the book on my lap. His head, I thought, was silver-coloured, and I think
My gaze wandered from the book and drifted out the headgear had some sort of knobs on it. All this,
the distorted window, then fell to the car-sill as I of course, I didn’t catch at the time, because my
thought over Plato’s conclusions. Something moving heart was hammering away excitedly and making
on the ledge attracted my attention: it was a scurry my fingers shake as I fumbled for a matchbox in
ing black ant. If I had thought about it, I might my pocket. I pushed it open upside-down and let
have wondered how it came there. But the next the matches scatter out. Then, as gently as my
moment a more curious object on the sill caught excitement would allow, I pushed the tiny man from
my eye. I bent over. the ledge into the box; for I had suddenly realised
I couldn’t make out what it was at first. A bug, the greatness of this amazing discovery.
perhaps. M aybe it was too small for a bug. Just T he car was barely half-filled and no attention
a litttle dancing dust, no doubt. had been directed my way. I slid quickly out of
Then I discerned— and gasped. On the sill, the empty seat and hurriedly alighted at the next
there------ it was a m a n ! A man on the street-car’s stop.
window sill------ a little man! He was so tiny I In a daze, I stood where I alighted waiting for the
next No. 10 that would return me home, the match T he little man had made his way half an inch or
box held tightly in my hand. They’d put that box so from his former prison; was crawling over what
in a museum one day! I suppose were, to him, great wrinkled blocks of red
I collect stamps— I ’ve heard about getting rare and green and black moss.
ones with inverted centres, or the colours mixed up, He crossed from a red into a black patch as I
or some dot extra or missing that made them watched his movements through the glass and I
immensely valuable. I ’d imagined getting one by could see him more plainly against the darker back
mistake sometime— ric h ! But th is ! T h a t’s rig h t: ground. He stopped and picked at the substance
there’d been that fantastic film once. “ King Kong.” of his strange surroundings, then straightened to
About a monster prehistoric ape. It had packed a examine a tuft of the cloth. T he magnifier enlarged
giant auditorium in New York— something like $25 him to a seeming half inch or so, and I could see
a seat. They’d billed him as “ T he Eighth W onder better, now, this strange creature of extraordinary
of the W orld.” But that was only imaginary, stature.
and . . . a terrifying thought crossed m y mind. I It was a metal cap he wore, and it did have pro
pushed open the box hastily: maybe I had been truding knobs—two of them— slanting at 45 degree
dreaming. But there it was—the unbelievable; the angles from his temples like horns. I wondered at
Little M an! their use, but it was impossible for me to imagine.
A car was before me, just leaving. Its polished Perhaps they covered some actual growth; he might
surface had not reflected through the haze, and the have had real horns for all I knew. Nothing would
new design made so little noise. I hadn’t seen it, have been too strange to expect.
but now recognised it as mine and jumped for it. His clothing showed up as a simple, white, two-
M y mind was in such a turmoil that the conductor piece garment; like a shirt and gym shorts. The
had to ask three times for my fare. Ordinarily, I shorts were cut off at the knee, and from there
would have been embarrassed, but a young man with down he was bare except for a covering on his feet
his mind on millions doesn’t worry about little things which appeared more like gloves than shoes. W hat
like that. A t least, not this young man. ever he wore to protect his feet, it allowed free move
How I looked on the street-car, or what I did, or ment of his toes.
how I traversed the five blocks from the end of the It struck me that this little man’s native habitat
line, I couldn’t say. If I may imagine myself, m ust have been very warm. His attire suggested
though, I must have strode along the street toward this. For a moment I considered plugging in my
home like a determined machine. Straight along the small heater; my room certainly had no tropical or
pavement, looking neither to right nor left, until I sub-tropical temperature at that time of the morn
was at the garage door. I remember from there on. ing— and how was I know whether he shivered when
I let myself into the basement. Inside, I pulled he felt chill. Maybe he blew his horns. Anyway,
the shades together and closed the door, the match I figured a living Eighth W onder would be more
box still in my hand. N o one was at home this time valuable than a dead one; and I didn’t think he
of day, which pleased me particularly, for I wanted could be stuffed. But somehow I forgot it in my
to figure out how I was going to present this wonder interest in examining this unusual personage.
to the world. T he little man had dropped the cloth now, and
I flung myself down on the bed and opened the was staring in my direction. O f course, “ my direc
matchbox. T he little man lay still on the bottom. tion ” was very general to him ; but at least he
“ Little M a n ! ” I cried, and turned, him out on seemed to be conscious of me. He certainly im
the quilt. Maybe he had suffocated in the box. pressed me as being awfully different, but what his
Irrational thought! Small though it might be to reactions were, I didn’t know.
me, the little box was as big as all outdoors to him. But someone else knew.
It was the bumping about he’d endured, for I hadn’t
been very thoughtful of him. IN a world deep down in Smallness, in an elec
H e was reviving now, and raised himself on one tron of a dead cell of a wood killed by processing,
arm. I pushed myself off the bed, and stepped five scientists were grouped before a complicated
quickly to my table to procure something I could instrument with a horn like the early radios. Two
control him with. N ot that he could get away, but sat and three stood, but their attention upon the
he was so tiny I thought I might lose sight of him. apparatus was unanimous. From small hollowed
Pen, pencil, paper, stamps, scissors, clips—none cups worn on their fingers like rings, came a smoke
of them were what I wanted. I had nothing definite from burning incense. These cups they held to their
in mind, but then remembered my stamp outfit and noses frequently, and their eyes shone as they in
rushed to secure it. Evidently college work had haled. The scientists of infra-smallness were smok
cramped m y style along the collecting line, for the ing.
tweezers and magnifier appeared with a mild coat W ith the exception of a recent prolonged silence,
ing of dust. But they were what I needed, and I which was causing them great anxiety, sounds had
blew on them and returned to the bed. been issuing from the instrument for days. There
had been breaks before, but this silence had been “ We stop. I hang motionless in the air. The
long-ensuing. landscape here is utterly insane. But I see vast un
Now the voice was speaking again; a voice that covered veins of rare, rare m etal! — and crystal, pre
was a telepathic communication made audible. The cious crystal enough to cover the mighty Tem ple we
scientists brightened. could b u ild ! Oh, that M ortia were so blessed! In
“ There is much that I cannot understand,” it all this terrifying world, the richness of the crystal
came. The words were hesitant, filled with awe. and the marvellous metal do redeem.
“ I seem to have been in many worlds. At the com “ M e n !------ I see. . . . I believe it is a tem ple!
pletion of my experiment, I stood on a land brown It is incredibly tall, of black foundation and red
and black and very rough of surface. W ith startling spire, but it is weathered, leaning as if to fall— and
suddenness, I was propelled across this harsh very bare. The people cannot love their Gods as
country, and terrifyingly I was falling. I must have we— or else there is the Hunger. . . . But the Gods
dropped seventy-five, feet, but the strange atmos may enlighten this world, too, and if lowered, I will
phere of this great world saved me with its buoyancy. make for it. A sacred Temple should be a haven-—
“ M y new surroundings were grey and gloomy, friends! I descend.”
and the earth trembled as a giant cloud passed over The little man's eye had caught m y scissors and
the sky. I do not know what it meant, but with a glass rider as I suspended him over m y desk. They
the suddenness characteristic of this place, it became were his exposed vein of metal, and the crystal. I
very dark, and an inexplicable violence shook me was searching for something to secure him. In the
into insensibility. last second before 1 lowered him, his heart swelled
“ I am conscious, now, of some giant form before at the sight of the “ Temple ”— m y black and red
me, but it is so colossal that my eyes cannot focus pen, worn from use, slanting upwards from the desk
it. And it changes. Now I seem confronted by holder.
great orange mountains with curving ledges cut into A stamp lying on m y desk was an inspiration. I
their sides. Atop them are great, greyish slabs of licked it, turned it gum side up, and gingerly pressed
protecting, opaque rock— a covering like that above the little man against it feet first. W ith the thought,
our Temples of Aerat— ‘ on which the rain may “ That ought to hold him ,” I dashed upstairs to
never fall.’ I wish that you might communicate with answer the call.
me, good men of my world. How go the Gods? But it didn't hold him. There was quite a bit of
“ But now ! These mountains are lifting, and strength in that tiny body.
vanish from my sight. A great thing that I can “ Miserable fa te ! I flounder in a horrid marsh,”
not comprehend lowers before me. It has many the upset thought-waves came to the men of Mortia.
colours, but mostly there is the orange of the moun “ The viscous mire seeks to entrap me, but I think
tains. It hangs in the air, and from the portion I can slowly push through it and out of this un
nearest me grow out dark trees as round as myself pleasant swamp. Then I will make for the Temple.
and as tall. There is a great redness above, that The Gods may recognise and protect me there.”
opens like the Katus flower, exposing the ivory
white from which puffs the Tongue of Death. I M ISSE D the call— I had delayed too long— but
Beyond this I cannot see well, but ever so high are the momentary diversion had cleared my mind for
two awful caverns from which the Winds of the new thoughts to enter. I suddenly knew what my
Legends blow— and suck. As dangerous as the first step would be in presenting the little man to
Katus, by D al! Alternately, they crush me to the the world.
ground, then threaten to tear me from i t and hurl I ’d write a newspaper account myself— exclusive!
me away.” Give the scoop to Earl. Would that be the sensa
M y nose was the cavern from whence issued the tion for his paper! Then I ’d be made. A friend
horrifying wind. 1 noticed that m y breath distressed of the family, this prominent publisher had often
the little man as I stared at him, so drew back. promised he would give me a break when I was
Upstairs, the visor buzzed. Before answering, so ready. Well, I was ready!
that I could not lose the little man, I very gingerly Excited, dashing downstairs, I half-formulated the
pinched his shirt with the tongs, and lifted him idea. The headlines— the little man under a micro
through the air to the table. scope— the world afire to see’ him. Fame . . .
“ My b reath ! I am shot into the heavens like pictures. . . speeches. . . movies. . . money. . .
Milo and his rocket! I traverse a frightful But here I was at my desk, and I grabbed for a piece
distance! Everything changes constantly. A m il of typing paper. They’d put that in a museum,
lion miles below is chaos. This world is m ad! A too!
giant landscape passes beneath me, so weird I can The stamp and the little man lay just at the edge
not describe. It does no good to try. I------ I can of the sheet, and he clutched at a “ great orange
not understand. Only my heart trembles within me. mountain ” covered by a “ vast slab of curving,
Science nor Gods can help or comfort in this awful opaque glass ” like the “ Temples of Aerat.” It was
world of Greatness! my thumb, but I did not see him there.
I thrust the paper into the typewriter and twirled
it through.
“ I have fallen from the mountain, and hang per
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GREEN SPHERES
By W. P. COCKCROFT
AS far as is known, only five of the green spheres last, deemed it worthless, and flung it into a pond
fell in this country, and two of them fell in Alston, at the back of the row of houses in which he lived.
my home town. They drifted down into the atmos Funny to think of something like that happening
phere of earth, at the mercy of any wind which to our sleepy little town; all the amazing events I
blew, and presently sank to the ground. Looking had ever read of occurred in America, where most
along the edges of them, one could see through odd things seem to happen at some time or other.
them, but in the centre they were quite opaque. The day after the fall of the spheres there was a
They reminded me vaguely of those green doorstops casual mention in the press, just a line or two regard
we used to see at the doors of remote country cot ing their fall, and a conjecture about them, and that
tages. Children collected those two which fell in was all. Apparently they had aroused no scientific
this town. A kid in the same street in which I lived interest. A week passed, and by the end of that
claimed one of them and bore it home in triumph. time the spheres were forgotten. Johnny, the kid
He placed it on a small table at the side of his along the street, still had his, and must have been
bed; I think he worshipped it. fascinated by it. Once or twice it had been touched
The other had been picked up at the other side by a draught and had vanished underneath his bed,
of the town by a youngster more scientifically- but he retrieved it, and after the second time it had
minded; he had attacked it with a hammer. Yet, done that he put it in a small tray. There it stayed
although it was so light that a breath of wind moved for another week, and then it came to life.
it a yard, he could not break it. H e tired of it at I was up late that night, writing letters, and it was
a hot night, so the windows were wide open. There
came to my ears as I wrote a musical, tinkling sound,
FOLLOW PROF.
like the shattering of glass incredibly m uted; and
yet it was close at hand, bell-like and penetrating,
so that even after the noise had ceased its alien
JOAD’S
echo seemed to sound on in m y head. I paused ADVICE
in my work, disturbed by the strangeness of the Send to-day for
sound.
your copy of
T H E N the night was made hideous by a succes REALISATION
sion of screams. Lights flashed on along the street and learn the
and I ran outside. T he screams were coming from
young Johnny’s home, and it was young Johnny who trut h about
was screaming. I rushed across the road— apparently your talents.
his parents had not retired, for the door gave to
my touch— and into the house. Then the screaming “ W H A T is th e distinctive tragedy o f th e age ? T h a t,
** having w on control over N atu re, m an cannot y et
stopped, horribly, with a dreadful kind of finality control him self. All th e external enem ies to his happiness,
which said that the kid would scream no more. fire, flood and d ro u g h t and pestilence and fam ine are in
I dashed up the steps, and there at the top, gazing a fair w ay to be conquered by m an. I t is only hum an
into Johnny’s room with a look I have never seen n a tu re th a t still defies and defeats him . Y et, u n til h e has
learn t to com m and his ow n natu re, to use him self as he
before on human faces and never wish to see again, pleases fo r purposes he has chosen, these victories over
were Johnny’s parents. I did not stop to ask them external n a tu re are of no avail.
what wa^ wrong, but shoved my way between them H ow , th en , can th is n a tu re o f ours, w hich is too often o u r
and stood looking down on the kid, or as much of m aster, becom e o u r servant ? T h e fam ous R ealisation
C ourse is designed to answ er this question. Its purpose
him as I could see. I thought at first that there is to help you to tu rn yourself into th e kind o f self th a t you
was a snake crawling across him, but I could see w ish to be, in o rd e r th a t you can m ake yourself do th e kind
no head, only a repulsive and sinuous reddish-brown o f things th a t you w ish to do. Y ou have a sense of unused
talents f O f course you have. W e all h a v e ; layers and
length that undulated across his still form; a snake layers o f th em , stretch in g dow n into th e depths of our
like thing which seemed to break into smaller limbs, being ; th ey are o u r h id d en treasure. Y ou w ill learn to
which in turn had attached themselves to the kid’s bore th ro u g h those layers, let th e light in u p o n y our tre a
body. sure and b rin g it to th e surface. Y O U M U S T R E A L IS E
Y O U R S E L F . . . H ence it is from a sheerly disinterested
W ith a noise between a moan and a cry of terror, desire for y our ow n w ell-being th a t I so cordially recom
the father of the kid acted. He rushed forward and m en d to you th e R ealisation C ourse.”
began pulling at the thing on his son. At his touch (Signed) C. E . M . JO A D .
several more tendrils formed and wrapped them YOUR HIDDEN TREASURE
selves around his arm. I shoved the woman out of It is now generally recognised by thinking people th a t the
individual h u m an being has w ith in him self a vast store of
the way quick, then, for I saw what was going to w isdom and pow er w hich h e is n o t using, and th a t if he
happen. A knife! I had a small penknife -in my could draw u p o n this vast store he could b rin g ab o u t som e
pocket, and I went forward with it open, slashing astonishing results. B ut how to draw u p o n th a t vast h id
at the tendrils. But they had already got him ; his d e n store— th a t is th e question! Ju s t as P rofessor Joad
says, “ R E A L IS A T IO N ” is designed to answ er th a t q u e s
screams were ringing out; and in a moment he had tion. T h is in spiring m essage reveals how you m ay draw
gone the way of the boy and had slumped to the u p o n this indw elling w isdom and pow er. T h a t m arvel
floor— dead. Hastily I withdrew as more tendrils lous w isdom w ithin you— y o u r h id d en treasure, as P ro
fessor Joad calls it—is n o t w isdom you have g athered
reached out towards me. I could not fight the thing d u rin g th e life o f y o u r body. Y ou had it w hen you cam e
with a penknife. Besides, the room seemed to be into th e w orld. I n fact, it b u ilt y our body from th e
filled with it, whatever the horror was, for I could beginning and still sustains, repairs and operates it. I t is
not name it. I pressed back against the throng of y o u r G re ate r Self.
W h en we say you can draw u p o n y o u r indw elling G re ate r
people who stood on the landing, blocking the way, Self for y o u r w elfare and happiness, w e are n o t m erely p ro
and said : “ G et out, for G od’s sake! ” pou n d in g a theory. O u r know ledge is based u p o n exper
They did not stop to ask why, for some of them ience o f m en a n d w om en w ho have actually accom plished
th e very things w e say Y O U can accom plish.
had already seen the waving tendrils, and though W e have a g reat m ass of w ritte n p ro o f of th e tru th of this
they had no idea what it all meant, they did not rem arkable statem ent— p ro o f furnished voluntarily by
fancy a closer examination. They tumbled back people w ho have p u t th e m a tte r to th e test and accom plished
down the stairs and into the street, which was, by th e results.
j. ,
this time, well filled with people. i T ak e Professor Jo a d ’s advice and “ realise your-
There was a babel of excited voices asking what ! self.” S e n d 4d. S tam ps for “ R E A L IS A T IO N ” ;
was wrong. I looked up against the window of ! booklets, P ersonal L etters, and form s A -F .
Johnny’s room, and the crowd followed my gaze. i._____________________________________________ J
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struggled and thrust against them, then a tendril but the cluster of tendrils waved menacingly and
reached through, waving this way and that, just like they stopped as the butcher fell to the ground, fes
a caterpillar on a leaf wondering which way to turn tooned with the things.
next. Finally it reached up towards the roof and Several women screamed and fainted; the two
disappeared over the troughing. T he limb pulsed policemen made a half-hearted attem pt to drag the
rhythmically, thickening before our eyes. body away, but when they were sure he was dead,
Everyone was out of the house by this time, save as he obviously was, they stepped quickly back. One
those two who would never come out. Johnny’s of the policemen then went up the street to tele
mother stood in the street, white and silent and phone for help, just as a number of slates came
incredulous, just not able to understand it all, or sliding from the roof, falling and breaking in the
else shocked out of her senses with the horror of street. I could hear the building itself groaning and
what she had seen. A couple of her neighbours who straining with the force inside it; suddenly the roof
had seen inside Johnny’s room led her away. The itself bulged upwards, shook, and then the whole
rest of us just stood where we were, watching the mass of slates and beams was pushed completely
house. over and came crashing down into the street.
At this speed, I thought, it would not be long
ONCE I went to the door of the house, and in before the entire street would be taken over by the
side was a furtive rustling sound which gave me the monster, and probably the whole district would have
jitters. I slammed the door, as if under the im pres to be evacuated. There were several things in my
sion that a shut door would keep it confined, forget house I deemed valuable, so I edged out of the
ful of the tendril which roamed the rooftops, but crowd and slipped into my home. I t took me only
which announced itself by the crash of glass as it a few minutes to gather what I needed into a case,
dove into a skylight, worming its way, I imagined, and then I was outside again, but by that time a
after food. monstrous change had occurred. T he ruined house
And then I ran along the street, yelling for any looked like some kind of vase, for from the top
one inside the houses on that side to come out. By of it sprouted a mass of waving tendrils funnelling
this time the police had arrived, so I told them all upwards, sideways, and in every direction, ominous
I knew, though I believe they thought I was either with alien life. Horror-struck I watched as with a
drunk or exaggerating things a great deal. They roar the front of the house detached itself and was
soon found out differently. T he light in Johnny’s flung across the street. T he growing mass inside had
room went out with a pop as the thing had a go at burst the walls apart.
eating the bulb, and then we saw more of the tendrils More police came up, clearing the people out of
at the lower window. By this tim e the thing must the street, for one by one the houses in each direc
have penetrated the whole house. The barking of tions were being made uninhabitable as the thing
a dog within changed to a howl of agony, and then forced ias way along the row in each direction, and
silence. I had forgotten about Johnny’s dog till then. dragged its sinuous length across the street to attack
More food for the horror in the house. I visualised the other side.
those questing tendrils quietly exploring the pantry,
reaching for everything that was edible, insatiable I HAVE little clear recollection of the rest of that
and growing, and apparently indestructible. More hideous night. I remember firemen attacking the
tinkling of glass, and the panes of the lower window cable-like tendrils with hatchets, and innumerable
splintered and fell. Relentlessly the waving tentacles tendrils sprouting immediately and seizing on the
showed in the gap, reaching for something to grasp firemen, and dragging them to a hideous, screaming
at. doom. I remember an attem pt to bum out the
Windsor, the local butcher, came up to it, waving thing after a whole street was occupied by it, and
one of his long knives. Abruptly he chopped at the how it still prospered amid the ashes. Tired and
nearest tentacle. It seemed to sense the danger, for dazed with horror, I crossed town to a friend’s house
it moved sideways very quickly, and yet not quickly to seek shelter for the night. But his house was dark
enough, and the knife sliced into it. A thick, dark- and silent and locked, and I knew that he must be
green fluid welled from the cut, and a sickly, evil somewhere in that tremendous crowd of people
smell, filled the air. But those things were only watching the flowering of that evil life. So I spent
details; our fascinated attention was on the butcher. the rest of the night on a bench in the public park;
Immediately he had cut the tendril through another a few hours of fitful and uneasy slumber, broken
one had whipped round and caught at the wrist at dawn by the sounds of destruction and the crack
which held the knife. In a moment it had fastened ling of flame.
on the wrist and he dropped the knife with a yell Fire had broken out again; probably the thing
of pain. Further tendrils reached out to grasp the itself had done it by means of fractured gas pipes'
unfortunate man; the thing was sending reinforce and electricity cables. I got up, went out of the
ments to the threatened area. M any people rushed park and in the direction of my home to find that
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By three o’clock in the afternoon nothing was normal “ I must see your com m ander! ” I said. He looked
any longer. T he streets were filled with people, at me as if he thought me mad. “ You cannot
wandering about, talking, wondering what was hap enter.”
pening in the suburbs to the north, and watching “ W hat’s the m atter?” a voice asked, and a ser
the smoke clouds rise. geant came out of one of the nearby buildings.
Electricity and gas went off during the afternoon, “ He says he wants to see the commander.”
and then at five o’clock the evacuation got into stride. “ I must see h im !” I cried. “ I think I ’ve got
The military took over. The town was finished. an idea for dealing with this plant.” '
What was left of it would become a target for He looked at me a moment, then said : “O.K., I ’ll
bombers. People just could not believe it. But the take you to his H .Q., but I can’t promise that he’ll
military brought in transport, and soon long lines of see you. Come on.”
vehicles were streaming away to the west, away from We walked along the street a little way, until we
the menace of the Plant. came to a large house standing back from the road
among the trees. He checked me at the door.
I STAY ED until the end, two days later, when “ W a it! ” he ordered, and went inside. A few
from the heights above the town could be seen the minutes later he was back.
whole extent of the evil reddish-brown growth, huge “ All right. Colonel Blandford will see you now.
and monstrous, sprawling across a city, moving Come on.”
gently as it constantly adjusted itself to new posi
tions the better to feed its great appetite. It seemed HE led the way into a large, well-lit room, with
the whole of its life was spent in eating. Away to maps on the walls and a group of officers talking
the west, the last few remaining buildings of the together by a table. They straightened when I
town lay, covered by a thick pall of smoke. A bomb entered, one detached himself from the group
had been dropped at the point where the plant had and came to meet me.
been bom, but it had not killed the plant. Though “ M orning,” he greeted me, curtly. “ W hat is this
blasted and torn, it had adapted itself to a way of idea of yours?”
living which nothing on earth could have under “ Just this,” I said, stepping forward and looking
gone. M y mind was filled with foreboding as I at the maps of the district. “ This thing can be
looked on the desolation, for it seemed that nothing stopped, but you’ll have to give up a hell of a lot
could stop the growth. M an, it appeared, was of land to do so. T h at’s the way it has to be. This
doomed. This alien plant-life had come and man is the map. You have fought this thing with bombs
must fall to it. and fire and everything else except one thing, and
I recalled recent news bulletins, which told of areas it didn’t seem natural to fight it with that, so you
of Europe being ravished, or sterile deserts forming never thought of it. Neither did I till I thought of
in the states of America, of the island of Sark, v/hat happened to the seeds that fell in water.
which had been covered from end to end by a plant “ Look at this map, and you’ll see that Alston lies,
which, having eaten all there was to eat, seemed to or rather did lie, between two rivers, the M ort and
'be starving to death, to leave behind it a brown the Gloss. See? Right, there you have two natural
desert of an island. T hat much had happened within barriers to the plant’s expansion. These two rivers
a week of the spheres arriving. ■And when these meet lower down, giving you a triangle of land. At
plants seeded, and their seeds were blown all over the top of this triangle you have a five mile gap
the world, what then could save the world? between the two rivers, and this gap must be made
M y mind kept feverting to the island of Sark, good.
and I felt it should connect up somewhere with that “ See this reservoir here? I t’s a good big one,
second sphere, the one which had dropped in the feeding one of the large midland cities. Well, that
pond. Looking back at it now, it seems absurd city is going to be short of water for a time, because
why no one saw it earlier, yet at the time it did not you need that reservoir. You’ve got to dig a channel
seem absurd. I got to thinking of that second for five miles between those two rivers— a good, wide
sphere, and the fact that it never germinated. Nature channel that the plant won’t be able to cross, and
didn’t make such errors; given right conditions, every you’ve got to keep it filled with water from this
seed would germinate. Then water was not the right reservoir here, because the only thing you can fight
condition! The water either killed the spheres or this plant with is water!
rendered them harmless! “ Look at the facts, m a n !” I went on, as his face
W ater! registered his disbelief. “ One seed fell the other
T hat was all that could stop these seeds! side of town from that first one, and it never ger
The solution seemed clear, and I jumped off the minated because it was in water! The one on Sark
wall on which I was sitting and set off running down hasn’t even tried to extend beyond the boundaries
to the wrecked town. of the island, simply because it can’t ! Then check
The area was guarded by the military, and as I back on the weather. When it has been a clear,
approached a suburb a soldier came out to stop me. sunny day the plant has advanced very rapidly, when
wet it has hardly moved. But rain will not stop it, pieces of land and then lay motionless, like a great
even if you could make it pour down every day and beast that has gorged itself, a fantastic giass of ten
all day, because it can still get to its food. I t’s got tacles that stirred less as time passed. For th re e .
to be cut off from contact with further supplies of days, it remained in this state of suspended life.
food, and you can only do that by surrounding it “ I t’s beaten all right,” Blandford commented on
with water. Then you’ll have won; the tree will the third day.
die and there’ll be no more dangfer from it.” “ Don’t be too sure yet,” I said. “ You’ve got to
He stood thinking it over without a word for a remember that this plant is not of terrestrial origin,
few minutes. Then his face changed slowly, as he and it might have one or two unpleasant surprises
began to see it as I saw it, recollecting the factors ready for us yet. It might even be able to think,
that had never been considered. He swung round to you know.”
the others. He stared at me, then looked at the plant again.
“ H e’s right; of course he’s right! W hat stupid, “ H ardly think that’s likely. If I begin to believe
pig-headed, blundering idiots we’ve been! God, we that, I ’ll believe anything. It looks dead enough,
could have had a lot of time for the job, now we anyway. And two of the three others have been
shall have to fight like hell! fenced off safely. The one in the Maidstone area
“ Wright, you get on the ’phone to the barracks looks like costing us the whole of Kent, for they’ve
and get hold of all the men we’ve got. Take them had to abandon one canal— the plant was too swift
off the gas preparation work; that’s no good, and we for them. I ’m sending them half my men to help
know it. You’re in charge of the organisation of the now this is finished.”
works parties.”
Throughout the whole of the next day and the
He drew a red m ark across the map. “ Follow following one, the plant remained motionless. It was
that line as closely as local conditions allow. Get
closely watched night and day. Meanwhile, reports
hold of bulldozers and anything else you can— I
had come in from other countries of their efforts to
leave that in your hands. I ’l get on to the W ar
conquer the plants, and of a tremendous area in
Office because there are three more of these plants
N orth America which could not be cut off. Four
in the country, and they will have to be fought the
states had fallen, and the plant was still spreading.
same way.”
To stop it by isolating it meant yielding more than
a hundred square miles of territory and, although
W IT H IN an hour the site of the channel had been
the channels for the purpose were being cut, the
surveyed, and by the afternoon work would be under
authorities had tried every other method they could
way. In the same hour the news had been radiated think of. The area had been saturated with poison
throughout the world so that other countries might gas, and smashed at with bombs, with no result, for
attempt to fight their plants in the same way. the gas did not affect the plant at all, and the bombs,
Night and day the work went on, and at last, while injuring the plant, did not kill it, but merely
when the plant was about four hundred yards from accelerated its progress in some hitherto unthreatened
the channel, it was finished. T he weather had direction.
favoured the plant there, for every day it had been
bright and sunny, but we had checked the plant to
a certain extent by means of hosepipes turned upon ON the fifth day after the -Alston plant— as I
the approaching tendrils. Meanwhile, engineers had must call it------ had been localised, a difference was
been busy, piping from the reservoir. Now the cocks observed in it. In the long tendrils of which it
were turned on, and the channel was flooded. There was composed, there were forming hard nodules
were locks at several points along the channel, owing which became a subject of much speculation, many
to the different height of the land in places, and maintaining that it was symptomatic of its approach
there were locks at the ends so that the channel ing death; others that it was planning some new
would not drain into the rivers. Blandford believed method of attack on the race of man. I was in
a number of men guarding each lock with a hosepipe clined to this second belief, and that we had yet to
could safely prevent the plant from creeping across see some more of it before it was eventually banished,
the locks. if indeed we were successful in finally overcoming
Across the last wooden bridge from the doomed it.
area was driven all the equipment, stock, and what On the sixth day these nodules were even more
ever could be saved, then the supports were dragged marked, and then, towards evening, they abruptly
away and the bridge collapsed. Its remains were burst open, as a bud, and rapidly flowered. The
dragged out of the channel, and then we waited for plant was going to seed, and, if it did that, the
the coming of the plant, and the supreme test. world must be lost indeed! News came to us that
All around the plant we waited, as it toucher the all the other plants had reached a similar stage of
rivers at various points. The testing time had come. development, and of a dramatic development in
The plant h alted ! It did not even attem pt to cross regard to the Kent one.
the rivers or channel. I t covered the last remaining A certain Professor Crabley, a naturalist, main
tained that the plant itself was dead, as far as itswas nothing to see but an area of brown ash, fitting
original form of life went, and that the only solu symbol of their destructive power. In time, per
tion was for men to go amongst the tendrils and haps, these areas will be covered over; or they may
remain as a permanent reminder to man of the watch
cut off all the flowers which, he believed, would not
then be able to germinate. And to prove his faith that must be kept against invaders from space— for
in his theory that the plant was no longer a danger such they are now known to be. These ashy plains
the good man rowed across the canal and began were examined by experts and, with the exception
cutting off the nearest blossoms, stepping over the of a few kept for further analysis, all the seeds were
motionless tendrils without fear. His act wascollected and deposited in the deepest parts of the
observed for some tim e with doubt, the watchers oceans. Many people theorised regarding the whole
event, but the statement most generally accepted in
thinking that the plant could be intelligent enough to
official circles was that made by Doctor Anthony
have allowed him to live that it might snare a larger
number of people, but when he hacked through a Grahame, whose statement read as follows:
tendril and showed that it no longer exuded that “ We have not been able to analyse the seeds.
virulent sap which had first distinguished it, the This proves their extra-terrestrial origin; many will
military authorities armed the soldiers with knives maintain that this proves they originated outside our
and hatchets and the massacre of the flowers began.planetary system altogether. This may well be so,
Thousands of men were thrown into the task, and there are several factors which we must take
starting at one end of the plant and working through
into account, such as the appearance of Mars, whose
it like beaters in a wood, mowing down relentlesslyentire surface resembles that seen on the site of the
the great white flowers which had quickly come to dead plants, namely, a reddish-brown surface devoid
full bloom. Civilians, knowing the peril whichof life.
faced the country, volunteered and attacked the plant “ I t is my belief that these seeds have been deli
from other sides, so converging towards the centre. berately discharged at the earth, as a kind of neces
T he news of the method of dealing with the flower sary preliminary to an invasion; an invasion of beings
ing was broadcast throughout the world, and work whose very nature m ust be hypothetical. I believe
was commmenced on every plant, men working long that M ars was, at some time in the past, subjected
shifts, and more multitudes of men being rushed in to a similar attack, and was consequently over-run.
as they tired. No one could estimate how long a Probably, there was on M ars no organised opposi
time would elapse before the flowers became seeds, tion no race that could work together and fight this
which was why they worked so rapidly. menace as we have done. For, remember, had we
Soon after they were cut the flowers withered not fought this attack as intelligent beings, there
and died. In two days the work in this country would have been no world as we know it left now.
was done, although that vast tract in America wouldT he plant would have conquered and died, leaving
naturally take a much longer time, if indeed it wasthe world ready for the invader, cleaned of dangerous
completed in the time at m an’s disposal. However, germs and enemies who might have threatened his
the Americans concentrated on the edges of the existence.
plant, working towards the centre, knowing the seeds “ For him, the plants were a necessary disinfect
on the outside would have the best chance of being ing force that must be used before he could set foot
blown across the rivers and canals should they fail on this world. It is probable that even now, high
to complete their task. in the stratosphere, he watches and waits; waits for
At the end of three days it was reported that the
the thing he must already know can never happen.
flowers weie dying and seeds were forming. The H e will have seen the great brown area in North
watchers were doubled. Fortunately, the wind did America, and he will have seen that it has not spread
not rise to any strength in the next few days, or beyond a certain area, the area in which we were
it would have meant the end of America. Most successful in limiting it. He will notice that, and
of the seeds fell into the dead plant, some driftedwill observe that on this planet there are either (a)
out of the area and most of these were picked up a race of intelligent beings who know how to fight
and taken to laboratories for examination. Those back when anything threatens them ; (b) conditions
which survived and were not found, began to grow that are inimical to the life of his plants. He may
but were quickly isolated and died prematurely of reason, in the case of (a), that we are dangerous, as
starvation. Eventually all danger from the plants we can reason, and decide not to enter into a war
ceased as the months went by. It was evident that against us; or (b), that if conditions are not suit
the last of them had been rounded up, except those able for his plants they are not suitable for him
which had fallen into water, and these might for also, and there again retreat; or he may choose to
ever be a source of danger to man, unless he devised
subject us to a further attack with other ‘ disinfect
some other method of destroying them quickly. ing ’ weapons. In any case, we must always be
ready for more attacks, and do what we can to meet
AS for the plants themselves, they slowly them.”
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