Avon Fantasy Reader No. 12 — page 74: what you’re looking at

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He got the lump of flesh fastened up tight in a canvas sack and lashed the other end of the stout rope with which he tied it around a concrete pillar. Then the door opened and two policemen walked in, followed by the professor. He was ur ing them on. “There he is! Grab him!” he seemed to say in attitude and gesture, though not in words, A pang of alarm shot through Heagey. He was needed right here to rescue Sheila. What would become of her if they locked him up? His mind as usual worked quickly and logically, in contradistinction to the professor's, who seemed to have been thrown into an unreason- ing rage by his daughter's disappearance. He sprang to his switch- board and shouted: “Stop!” Something im his determined attitude alarmed the policemen; his hand on the ominous-looking apparatus might mean something. They stopped. “What's this? What do you want?” Ileagey demanded. The professor's torrents broke loose. “He murdered my daughter. Made away with her. I’ve fot a warrant for his arrest. Nonsensical twaddle about the fourth dimen- sion. Prosecute him to the limit; that’s what Tll do. Been hanging around her too much. He’s crazy. Throw him in jail. Make him bring her back!” Heagey laughed a desperate laugh, which made the other three more certain that he was a dangerous maniac. “Like throwing debtors into jail,” Heagey derided acidly. “Fat chance of paying the debt then! Move another step and I'll throw the three of you into unknown hyperspace.” They were all afraid, of they knew not what. Heagey outlined to them that he wanted to go out into hyperspace and search for Sheila. But he would tie himself on a rope fastened at this end. And he wanted someone here at this end, who was friendly to him, to man- age things. He telephoned out for a rope and for two of his students. The policemen watched, too puzzled to know what to do. The pro- fessor acquiesced, more from fear, like a man at the point of a gun, than because he saw the reason of it. The rope was delivered and the two students, Adkins and Beemer, arrived, They helped him fix a firm sling around his shoulders, waist, and thighs. The loose rope was coiled up on the floor, several hundred feet of it, and the other end tied to a concrete pillar. There was some amazed staring by the students at the writhing thing in the canvas sack. “Tl tell you about that later,” Heagey said. “All the pointers and dials are set. All you need to do is to throw this switch and jerk it back at once. Adkins, you do that; and, Beemer, you watch the rope. 72 comichbooks.com