Pulp Fiction, 1956 · page 143 of 162
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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “Know what?’ demanded Maguffy, taking another look into the empty garage. ““What was inside it. You never really know ’til you open ’em up. I like doing that.” Maguffy suddenly appeared to remember something. He rounded on his crewman. “Hey, who found that blame axe? The one I pitched.” Nobody had seen it and another futile search started. Ed Sommers held his peace until they showed signs of mystification. Then he asked Maguffy what blistered his cheek. The ensuing discussion was lamentable in its lack of progress toward understand- ing. Not one of the dozen or so men in the yard would listen, even civilly, to the explanations Sommers sug- gested. Maguffy even laughed in his face. They did not notice the patrolman edge over to where Schultz stood disconsolately eyeing the wreckage of his back yard and ask him: “Say, ain’t that Mr. Som- mers an engineer or some- thing?” 142 “Who, Ed? Sure. He’s a real big shot scientist in the city. Knows about most things, except grocery. Fixed up my T.V. real slick when it went...” “0.%.'’ Mr Scrwitz Thanks.” And he made for the house. He was back in a minute, looking pleased and rather important. “Just a minute.” He held up his hand. ‘“‘Hold it, there. No one to leave the grounds of this house. Police chief’s orders. Whatever it is, he reckons it is dangerous. There is an all-car alarm out, and the district will be combed thoroughly.” Loise had kept very quiet during the recent proceedings, but at mention of the thing being officially dangerous, she let out a squawk and yelled at her husband to come inside. Schultz ignored her. Instead, he went over to Sommers and drew him aside. “Ed. Where do you reckon it has gone? The beach?” His friend screwed up his eyes thoughtfully. ““Could be,” he agreed, after a pause. “Quieter down there. If it is capable of figuring things comicbooks.com)