Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 88: what you’re looking at

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OUTSIDE—LOOKING IN connecied to any wires or suchlike, and would probably be the safest place to be when he started mucking about with switches. - Also I had spotted some- thing that I was going to use as an extra safeguard, when his back was turned, at the panel, so... “Sure,” I said. “I don’t mind.” “Stout fella. It will be a five minute trip, and when you return I'll show you what to do, and I’ll have a go myself.” That’s what I liked about the Doc. None of this “‘pio- neers-of-science . . . for-the- glory - of - the Empire” stuff about him. Just a matter-of- fact, take-it-or-leave-it ap- proach. Which is partly why I took it. | He turned towards the _ panel. “Up on the table, then, while I switch on. It takes a little time for the power to build up.” He started fiddling about with relays and switches, and I grabbed the rubber mat which I had spotted, laid it on the table, and climbed onto it. It was near enough the same colour as the table, and I didn’t think he’d notice it. And so, properly insulated 87 just in case, I laid me down to rest. “Any particular period you fancy?” he said.‘ over his shoulder. I had an answer for that one, too. After all, in case there was anything in this business, I might as well have my money’s worth, so... “1666” I said. “Wise choice,” said the Doc, doing things at the panel to make me a spectator at the Great Fire, and I closed my eyes tight as the arcs over my head started to flicker and brighten. *“Ready ?” “Shoot,” said I. “Right. See you in five minutes, then,’ and I heard the klonk of a final switch. Then came a flash, a bump, a feeling of flying through the air, another bump, and [ opened my eyes to find myself in the Doc’s back garden. “Strewth!” I thought, “that’s dangerous. Lucky I wasn’t killed.” I looked back at his lab window to see the hole I must have made, coming through. Only there was no hole. The lab window was all in one piece, as it shone in the sunlight. Sunlight! At eight o’clock on a February evening! I sat gazing at the window, — COmiIcboOoks.comnn