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The fence went on past the car. A mile, a mile and a half of narrow lane, fenced in and
made as nearly intruder-proof as possible.
ãWonder what Iâd do,ä said Tommy Reames, ãif another car came along from the other end?ä
He deliberately tried not to think about the telegram any more. He didnât believe it. He
couldnât believe it. But he couldnât ignore it, either. Nobody could; few scientists, and no human
being with a normal amount of curiosity. Because the article on dominant coordinates had appeared
in the Journal of Physics and had dealt with a state of things in which the normal coordinates of
everyday existence were assumed to have changed their functions; when the coordinates of time, the
vertical, the horizontal and the lateral changed places and a man went east to go up and west to
go down and ran his street numbers in a fourth dimension. It was mathematical foolery, from one
standpoint, but it lead to some fascinating if abstruse conclusions.
But his brain would not remain away from the subject of the telegram, even though a
chicken appeared in the fenced-in lane ahead of him and went flapping wildly on before the car. It
rose in midair, the car overtook it as it rose above the level of the hood, and there was a
rolling, squawking bundle of shedding feathers tumbling over and over along the hood until it
reached the slanting windshield. There it spun wildly upward, left a cloud of feathers fluttering
about Tommyâs head, and fell still squawking into the road behind. By the back-view
mirror, Tommy could see it picking itself up and staggering dizzily back to the side of the road.
ãMy point was,ä said Tommy vexedly to himself, speaking of the article the telegram
referred to, ãthat a man can only recognize three dimensions of space and one of time. So that if
he got shot out of this cosmos altogether he wouldnât know the difference. Heâd still seem to be
in a three-dimensioned universe. And what is there in that stuff to get Denham in trouble?ä
A house appeared ahead. A low, rambling sort of bungalow with a huge brick barn behind it.
The house of Professor Denham, very certainly, and that barn was the laboratory in which he made
his experiments.
Instinctively, Tommy stepped on the gas. The car leaped ahead. And then he was breaking
frantically. A pipe-framed gate with thinner, unpainted wire mesh filling its surface loomed
before him, much too late for him to stop. There was a minor shock, a crashing and squeaking, and
then a crash and shattering of glass. Tommy bent low as the top bar of the gate hit his
windshield. The double glass cracked and crumpled and bent, but did not fly to bits. And the car
came to a halt with its wheels intricately entangled in torn-away fence wire. The gate had been
torn from its hinges and was draped rakishly over the roadster. A tire went flat with a loud
hissing noise, and Tommy Reames swore softly under his breath and got out to inspect the damage.
He was deciding that nothing irreparable was wrong when a man came bursting out of the
brick building behind the house. A tall, lean, youngish man who waved his arms emphatically and
approached shouting, ãYou had no right to come in here! You must go away at once! You have damaged
property! I will tell the Professor! You must pay for the damage! You must֊
ãDamn!ä said Tommy Reames. He had just seen that his radiator was punctured. A spout of
ruddy, rusty water was pouring out on the grass.
The youngish man came up furiously. A pale young man, Tommy noticed. A young man with
bristling, close-cropped hair and hornrimmed spectacles before weak-looking eyes. His mouth was
very full and very red, in marked contrast to the pallor of his cheeks.
ãDid you not see the sign upon the gate?ä he demanded angrily, in curiously stilted
English. ãDid you not see that trespassers are forbid-
den? You must go away at once! You will be prosecuted! You will be imprisoned! You֊
Tommy said irritably, ãAre you Von Holtz? My name is Reames. You telegraphed me.ä
The waving, lanky arms stopped in the middle of an excited gesture. The weak-looking eyes
behind the lenses widened. A pink tongue licked the too-full, too-red lips.
ãReames? The Herr Reames?ä Von Holtz stammered. Then he said suspiciously, ãBut you are
not÷you cannot be the Herr Reames of the article on dominant coordinates!ä
ãI donât know why not,ä said Tommy annoyedly. ãIâm also the Herr Reames of several other
articles, such as on the mechanics of continua and the mass and inertia of the tesseract. And I
believe the current Philosophical Journal֊
He surveyed the spouting red stream from the radiator and shrugged ruefully.
ãI wish youâd telephone the village to have somebody come out and fix my car,ä he said
shortly, ãand then tell me if this telegram is a joke or not.ä
He pulled out a yellow form and offered it. He had taken an instinctive dislike to the
lean figure before him, but suppressed the feeling.
Von Holtz took the telegram and read it, and smoothed it out, and said agitatedly, ãBut I
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