Avon Fantasy Reader No. 12 — page 81: what you’re looking at

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swelled; then there were three or four things moving back and forth. And suddenly, there stood Sheila! Pale and distracted and wan she looked; and she swayed as she Yeoked blankly around. Then her cyes widened and she pave a little scream; but a look of peace and content spread over her features. By the time Heagey was at her side, she fell limply into his arms. “One moment, dear,” he said gently as he Jaid her down carefully in the arm-chair, The professor was down ov the floor beside her in a moment, watching her fluttering eyclids, “Dad?” she breathed. “Pm all right.” Heagey stepped quickly to his switches and threw the big one in and out again. Again came the crash cut short, and the sensation of movement, And the Thing was gone. There was nothing left of it at all. “Did you let the Thing go?” the professor reproved querulously. “I had to,” Heagey snapped. “It was a promise for finding Sheila.” The professor was sitting on the floor, writing a check. “Do you think you deserve this?” he said testily. He was merely trying to hide his emotion. “You won't get it until you prove it. Eex- plain how you did this!” Heagey dropped into a chair, looking exhausted to the limit. “I reasoned Fm the things I saw Out There that this creature must be intelligent. There were buildings, machines, and leather and metal-webbing. So I made models and tried to deduce its shape. ' Somewhere on it there must be a head and eyes. You saw how I coaxed it ‘through’ this ‘space’ of ours until the head was cut by our ‘space’ and the eyes could sce us. Then I told it what I wanted it to do with models—just as I would explain things to you by means of drawings on a sheet of paper. “Now do you believe there are four dimensions?” Heagey demanded by way of vengeance. “Hm. Do you?” the professor countered. “Four? ['m convinced there are a dozen or a thousand dimensions!” comicbooks.com