Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 52 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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If anybody brings you a long, sealed envelope, open it, no matter how pre-occupied you may be A Date with the Past by LIONEL BROOKS S THE TIME FOR ITS A opening had drawn nearer, the old- fashioned sealed envelope proved a matter of some curiosity to the staff of the Consolidated Banks in Lon- don. Its appearance alone was enough to excite interest, for it was made of real paper, processed wood fibre; but it had another, far more im- portant feature—its age. It had been left in safe deposit for four hundred years, ever since the middle of the twentieth century; and there were strict instructions that it was not to be opened until that exact period of time had elapsed. Further, it was addressed to one Roger del Marno, Esquire. It had passed through the vaults of half a dozen differ- ent banks, as each inherited the effects of its predecessor, getting just a little more limp and yellowed with each transi- tion; for the last hundred 97 years it had lain on a shelf of the Consolidated Banks, gathering what little dust the air conditioners missed. And now it was due to be opened. The manager sat in his private office, and spoke to the young man standing in front of his desk. The envelope lay between them. “*“A puzzle, Lyssen: there you see it. Why did the un- known consigner of this en- velope—now long dead—ad- dress it so? How could he know such a man to exist here—now? And yet he was right, for the name del Marno is well-known to the world; there can be no mistake.” “You mean the American who has so much money?” said Lyssen, brightly. The manager looked dis- approving. “That, yes, but there is more: a great scientist, a brave man. Would not you like to be one of the ten men living to have walked the sur- face of the moon?” He leaned comicloooks.com