Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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STRANGER IN TIME to him as he passed out, and then made his way round the floor on his tour of inspection after locking the door behind Revilstone. Finally, he too went his way to keep his wife company at an evening meal, as the night watchman came on duty, made his way round the emporium, and retired to his little den to brew tea and smoke a pipe, while the dark- ness of the late summer evening deepened over the surrounding district. The night rolled on. The watchman made another round, and found nothing amiss. But hardly had he returned to his den to brew more tea when something stirred in the dress salon up on the first floor. There was a faint glimmer- ing, a whisper of movement. For an instant a thing shaped like a small automobile ap- peared in a clear space among the racks. Two figures emerged from it. One reached back into the thing, and did some- thing. There was a transient shimmering, and the machine was gone. The two dimly-seen figures made their way hesitatingly across the floor and down the stairs to the ground floor. “Can we hide here?’ The slighter of the two figures was nervous. The thought that answered hers was but a whisper. ““We must hide, Mayina. Can we trust the inter-stel police not to track us to this sector ?’’ Had the watchman been nearby, he would not have heard them. They conversed telepathically. ‘Surely they will follow the machine on into the infinities ? We have sent it on its way. with hardly a pause.” “But we did pause—and our instruments recorded that they have had a trans-tem- poral beam on us almost from the commencement of our journey. They too will pause. If they find no trace of us they will follow the machine. We must hide for a time, then try to reach the other machine by the river. Vilgo grant that Jenryn has received our mes- sage and left it there.” “T don’t know this sector. Can you find your way, Reyell ?”’ “IT think so—but we must conmmicloooks.conrn