Frederik Pohl & C. M. Kornbluth by The Wonder Effect

Author:The Wonder Effect
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Trouble In Time

To begin at the beginning everybody knows that scientists are crazy. I may be either mistaken or prejudiced, but this seems especially true of mathematico-physicists. In a small town like Colchester gossip spreads fast and furiously, and one evening the word was passed around that an outstanding example of the species Doctissimus Dementiae had finally lodged himself in the old frame house beyond the dog-pound on Court Street, mysterious crates and things having been unloaded there for weeks previously.

Abigail O’Liffey, a typical specimen of the low type that a fine girl like me is forced to consort with in a small town, said she had seen the Scientist. “He had broad shoulders,” she said dreamily, “and red hair, and a scraggly little moustache that wiggled up and down when he chewed gum.”

“What would you expect it to do?”

She looked at me dumbly. “He was wearing a kind of garden coat,” she said. “It was like a painter’s, only it was all burned in places instead of having paint on it. I’ll bet he discovers things like Paul Pasteur.”

“Louis Pasteur,” I said. “Do you know his name, by any chance?”

“Whose – the Scientist’s? Clarissa said one of the express-men told her husband it was Cramer or something.”

“Never heard of him,” I said. “Good night.” And I slammed the screen door. Cramer, I thought – it was the echo of a name I knew, and a big name at that. I was angry with Clarissa for not getting the name more accurately, and with Abigail for bothering me about it, and most of all with the Scientist for stirring me out of my drowsy existence with remembrances of livelier and brighter things not long past.

So I slung on a coat and sneaked out the back door to get a look at the mystery man, or at least his house. I slunk past the dog-pound, and the house sprang into sight like a Christmas tree – every socket in the place must have been in use, to judge from the flood of light that poured from all windows. There was a dark figure on the unkempt lawn; when I was about ten yards from it and on the verge of turning back it shouted at me : “Hey, you! Can you give me a hand?”

I approached warily; the figure was wrestling with a crate four feet high and square. “Sure,” I said.

The figure straightened. “Oh, so he’s a she,” it said. “Sorry, lady. I’ll get a hand truck from inside.”

“Don’t bother,” I assured it. “I’m glad to help” And I took one of the canvas slings as it took the other, and we carried the crate in, swaying perilously. “Set it here, please,” he said, dropping his side of the crate. It was a he, I saw in the numerous electric bulbs’ light, and from all appearances the Scientist Cramer, or whatever his name was.

I looked about the big front parlor, bare of furniture but jammed with boxes and piles of machinery.

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