He let go. -- Sorry. But where is he? -- He looked at me. -- And how do you know so much? --
"All in good time. There are records - hospital records, orphanage records, medical records. The matron of your orphanage was Mrs. Fetherage - right? She was followed by Mrs.
Gruenstein - right? Your name, as a girl, was "Jane" - right?
And you didn"t tell me any of this - right? --
I had him baffled and a bit scared. -- What"s this? You trying to make trouble for me? --
"No indeed. I"ve your welfare at heart. I can put this character in your lap. You do to him as you see fit - and I guarantee that you"ll get away with it. But I don"t think you"ll kill him. You"d be nuts to - and you aren"t nuts. Not quite. --
He brushed it aside. -- Cut the noise. Where is he? --
I poured him a short one; he was drunk, but anger was offsetting it. -- Not so fast. I do something for you - you do something for me. --
"Uh... what? --
"You don"t like your work. What would you say to high pay, steady work, unlimited expense account, your own boss on the job, and lots of variety and adventure? --
He stared. -- I"d say, "Get those G.o.ddam reindeer off my roof! " Shove it, Pop - there"s no such job. --
"Okay, put it this way: I hand him to you, you settle with him, then try my job. If it"s not all I claim - well, I can"t hold you. --
He was wavering; the last drink did it "When d"yuh d"liver "im? -- he said thickly.
He shoved out his hand. -- It"s a deal! "
"If it"s a deal-right now! "
I nodded to my a.s.sistant to watch both ends, noted the time - 2300 - started to duck through the gate under the bar - when the juke box blared out: "I"m My Own Grandpaw! " The service man had orders to load it with Americana and cla.s.sics because I couldn"t stomach the "music" of 1970, but I hadn"t known that tape was in it. I called out, "Shut that off! Give the customer his money back. -- I added, "Storeroom, back in a moment, " and headed there with my Unmarried Mother following.
It was down the pa.s.sage across from the johns, a steel door to which no one but my day manager and myself had a key; inside was a door to an inner room to which only I had a key.
We went there.
He looked blearily around at windowless walls. -- Where is he? --
"Right away. -- I opened a case, the only thing in the room; it was a U. S. F. F. Coordinates Transformer Field Kit, series 1992, Mod. II - a beauty, no moving parts, weight twenty-three kilos fully charged, and shaped to pa.s.s as a suitcase. I had adjusted it precisely earlier that day; all I had to do was to shake out the metal net which limits the transformation field.
Which I did. -- What"s that? -- he demanded.
"Time machine, " I said and tossed the net over us.
"Hey! " he yelled and stepped back. There is a technique to this; the net has to be thrown so that the subject will instinctively step back onto the metal mesh, then you close the net with both of you inside completely-else you might leave shoe soles behind or a piece of foot, or scoop up a slice of floor. But that"s all the skill it takes. Some agents con a subject into the net; I tell the truth and use that instant of utter astonishment to flip the switch. Which I did.
1030-VI-3 April 1963 - Cleveland, Ohio-Apex Bldg.:
"Hey! " he repeated. -- Take this d.a.m.n thing off! "
"Sorry, " I apologized and did so, stuffed the net into the case, closed it. -- You said you wanted to find him. --
"But - you said that was a time machine! "
I pointed out a window. -- Does that look like
November? Or New York? -- While he was gawking at new buds and spring weather, I reopened the case, took out a packet of hundred-dollar bills, checked that the numbers and signatures were compatible with 1963. The Temporal Bureau doesn"t care how much you spend (it costs nothing) but they don"t like unnecessary anachronisms. Too many mistakes, and a general court-martial will exile you for a year in a nasty period, say
1974 with its strict rationing and forced labor. I never make such mistakes; the money was okay.
He turned around and said, "What happened? --
"He"s here. Go outside and take him. Here"s expense money. -- I shoved it at him and added, "Settle him, then I"ll pick you up. --
Hundred-dollar bills have a hypnotic effect on a person not used to them. He was thumbing them unbelievingly as I eased him into the hall, locked him out. The next jump was easy, a small shift in era.
7100-VI-10 March 1964 - Cleveland-Apex Bldg.: There was a notice under the door saying that my lease expired next week; otherwise the room looked as it had a moment before. Outside, trees were bare and snow threatened; I hurried, stopping only for contemporary money and a coat, hat, and topcoat I had left there when I leased the room. I hired a car, went to the hospital. It took twenty minutes to bore the nursery attendant to the point where I could swipe the baby without being noticed. We went back to the Apex Building. This dial setting was more involved, as the building did not yet exist in 1945.
But I had precalculated it.
0100-VI-20 Sept. 1945 - Cleveland-Skyview Motel:: Field kit, baby, and I arrived in a motel outside town. Earlier I had registered as "Gregory Johnson, Warren, Ohio, " so we arrived in a room with curtains closed, windows locked, and doors bolted, and the floor cleared to allow for waver as the machine hunts. You can get a nasty bruise from a chair where it shouldn"t be - not the chair, of course, but backlash from the field.
No trouble. Jane was sleeping soundly; I carried her out, put her in a grocery box on the seat of a car I had provided earlier, drove to the orphanage, put her on the steps, drove two blocks to a "service station" (the petroleum-products sort) and phoned the orphanage, drove back in time to see them taking the box inside, kept going and abandoned the car near the motel - walked to it and jumped forward to the Apex
Building in 1963.
2200-VI-24 April 1963 - Cleveland-Apex Bldg.: I had cut the time rather fine - temporal accuracy depends on span, except on return to zero. If I had it right, Jane was discovering, out in the park this balmy spring night, that she wasn"t quite as nice a girl as she had thought., I grabbed a taxi to the home of those skinflints, had the hackie wait around a comer while I lurked in shadows.
Presently I spotted them down the street, arms around each other. He took her up on the porch and made a long job of kissing her good-night-longer than I thought. Then she went in and he came down the walk, turned away. I slid into step and hooked an arm in his. -- That"s all, son, " I announced quietly. -- I"m back to pick you up. --
"You! " He gasped and caught his breath.
"Me. Now you know who he is - and after you think it over you"ll know who you are... and if you think hard enough, you"ll figure out who the baby is... and who I am. --
He didn"t answer, he was badly shaken. It"s a shock to have it proved to you that you can"t resist seducing yourself.
I took him to the Apex Building and we jumped again.
2300-VIII, 12 Aug. 1985-Sub Rockies Base: I woke the duty sergeant, showed my I. D., told the sergeant to bed my companion down with a happy pill and recruit him in the moming.
The sergeant looked sour, but rank is rank, regardless of era; he did what I said-thinking, no doubt, that the next time we met he might be the colonel and I the sergeant. Which can happen in our corps. -- What name? -- he asked.
I wrote it out. He raised his eyebrows. -- Like so, eh?
Hmm-"
"You just do your job, Sergeant. -- I turned to my companion.
"Son, your troubles are over. You"re about to start the best job a man ever held-and you"ll do well. I know. --