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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION —that is, he didn’t show as much interest on the surface— as he should have been, with a case of this uniqueness. He took it all too casually. At the same time, he was very posi- tive on the point of it being a potentially dangerous paranoia, which I did not my- self believe; and he wanted to see you without delay. **So I had a look at my car first thing this morning, and found the vibrator. I suppose it was to be activated by a miniature radio transmitter actually on Spencer?’ John nodded. “I thought so. I simply took it off and left it in my apartment. I knew then that your story was true, and that these were the kind of people you could take no chances with. I went through with the scheme for picking you up because it offered the best chance for getting Spen- cer—what was his real name, Pennant—into a position where I could eliminate him. I think I did it rather well.”’ “He had a weapon in his pocket,”’ John said, “‘which, if he had had chance to use——”” “He didn’t, though,” said Dr. Morenberg. Jenny said, shakily: “And now what?” “T’ve got a friend who’s a Government research physi- cist. I don’t think we'd better burden him with the body. There’s a lot of red tape likely to tie people up who take private action against trans- dimensional spies. We'll dump Spencer. But I think we can safely burden him with the vibrator. I don’t think you need worry about being dis- believed. We’ve got Spencer’s weapon as well. Your friends are going to get quite a shock when the Army starts rolling through the barrier in the opposite direction.” “The city . . .”’ John said, wistfully. “Those walls ... I'd like to see those walls flattened.”’ “Don’t worry,’ Dr. Moren- berg said. ‘““You will.” cComicbooks.com™