have happened. They think it was a plot your father started and you are in
on it.’
‘I’ll watch my step,’ I said.
16
They were in the living-room. As soon as I came in the kitchen door,
Hiram Martin saw me.
‘There he is!’ he bellowed, leaping up and charging out into the
kitchen.
He stopped his rush and looked accusingly at me. ‘It took you long
enough,’ he said.
I didn’t answer him.
I put the time contraption, still wrapped in my jacket, on the kitchen
table. A fold of cloth fell away from it and the many-angled lenses winked
in the light from the ceiling fixture.
Hiram backed away a step. ‘What’s that?’ he asked.
‘Something I brought back,’ I said. ‘A time machine, I guess.’
The coffee pot was on the stove and the burner was turned low. Used
coffee cups covered the top of the kitchen sink. The sugar canister had its
lid off and there was spilled sugar on the counter top.
The others in the living-room were crowding through the door and there
were a lot of them, more than I’d expected.
Nancy came past Hiram and walked up to me. She put out a hand and laid
it on my arm.
‘You’re all right,’ she said.
‘It was a breeze,’ I told her.
She was beautiful, I thought – more beautiful than I’d remembered her,
more beautiful than back in the high school days when I’d looked at her
through a haze of stars. More beautiful, here close to me, than my memory
had made her.
I moved closer to her and put an arm around her. For an instant she
leaned her head against my shoulder, then straightened it again. She was
warm and soft against me and I was sorry that it couldn’t last, but all the
rest of them were watching us and waiting.
‘I made some phone calls,’ Gerald Sherwood said. ‘Senator Gibbs is
coming out to see you. He’ll have someone from the State Department. On
short notice, Brad, that was the best I could do.’
‘It’ll do,’ I said.
For, standing in my kitchen once again, with Nancy close beside me,
with the lamplight soft in the coming dawn, with the old familiar things all
around, that other world had retreated into the background and had taken on
a softness that half obscured its threat – if it were a threat.
‘What I want to know,’ Tom Preston blurted, ‘is what about this stuff
that Gerald tells us about your father’s flowers.’
‘Yes,’ said Mayor Higgy Morris, ‘what have they to do with it?’
Hiram didn’t say anything, but he sneered at me.
‘Gentlemen,’ said lawyer Nichols, ‘this is not the way to go about it.
You must be fair about it. Keep the questions until later. Let Brad tell us
what he knows.’
Joe Evans said, ‘Anything he has to say will be more than we know now.’
‘OK,’ said Higgy, ‘we’ll be glad to listen.’
‘But first,’ said Hiram, ‘I want to know about that thing on the table.
It might be dangerous. It might be a bomb.’
‘I don’t know what it is,’ I said. ‘It has to do with time. It can
handle time. Maybe you would call it a time camera, some sort of time
machine.’
Tom Preston snorted and Hiram sneered again. Father Flanagan, the
town’s one Catholic priest, had been standing quietly in the doorway, side
by side with Pastor Silas Middleton, from the church across the street. Now
the old priest spoke quietly, so quietly that one could barely hear him, his
voice one with the lamplight and the dawn. ‘I would be the last,’ he said,
‘to hold that time might be manipulated or that flowers would have anything
to do with what has happened here. These are propositions that go against
the grain of my every understanding. But unlike some of the rest of you, I’m
willing to listen before I reach a judgement.’
‘I’ll try to tell you,’ I said. ‘I’ll try to tell you just the way it
happened.’
‘Alf Peterson has been trying to call you,’ Nancy said. ‘He’s phoned a
dozen times.’
‘Did he leave a number?’
‘Yes, I have it here.’
‘That can wait,’ said Higgy. ‘We want to hear this story.’
‘Perhaps,’ suggested Nancy’s father, ‘you’d better tell us right away.
Let’s all go in the living-room where we’ll be comfortable.’
We all went into the living-room and sat down.
‘Now, my boy,’ said Higgy, companionably, ‘go ahead and spill it.’
I could have strangled him. When I looked at him, I imagine that he
knew exactly how I felt.
‘We’ll keep quiet,’ he said. ‘We’ll hear you out.’
I waited until they all were quiet and then I said, ‘I’ll have to start
with yesterday morning when I came home, after my car had been wrecked, and
found Tupper Tyler sitting in the swing.’
Higgy leaped to his feet. ‘But that’s crazy?’ he shouted. ‘Tupper has
been lost for years.’
Hiram jumped up, too. ‘You made fun of me,’ he bellowed, ‘when I told
you Tom had talked to Tupper.’
‘I lied to you,’ I said. ‘I had to lie to you. I didn’t know what was
going on and you were on the prod.’
The Reverend Silas Middleton asked, ‘Brad, you admit you lied?’
‘Yes, of course I do. That big ape had me pinned against the wall…’
‘If you lied once, you’ll lie again,’ Tom Preston shrilled.
‘How can we believe anything you tell us?’
‘Tom,’ I said, ‘I don’t give a damn if you believe me or not.’
They all sat down and sat there looking at me and I knew that I had
been childish, but they burned me up.
‘I would suggest,’ said Father Flanagan, ‘that we should start over and
all of us make a heroic effort to behave ourselves.’
‘Yes, please,’ said Higgy, heavily, ‘and everyone shut up.’
I looked around and no one said a word. Gerald Sherwood nodded gravely
at me.
I took a deep breath and began.
‘Maybe,’ I said, ‘I should go even farther back than that – to the time
Tom Preston sent Ed Adler around to take out my telephone.’
‘You were three months in arrears,’ yelped Preston. ‘You hadn’t
even…’
‘Tom,’ said lawyer Nichols, sharply.
Tom settled back into his chair and began to sulk.
I went ahead and told everything – about Stiffy Grant and the telephone
I’d found in my office and about the story Alf Peterson had told me and then
how I’d gone out to Stiffy’s shack. I told them everything except about
Gerald Sherwood and how he had made the phones. I somehow had the feeling
that I had no right to tell that part of it.
I asked them, ‘Are there any questions?’
‘There are a lot of them,’ said lawyer Nichols, ‘but go ahead and
finish. Is that all right with the rest of you?’
Higgy Morris grunted. ‘It’s all right with me,’ he said.
‘It’s not all right with me,’ said Preston, nastily. ‘Gerald told us
that Nancy talked with Brad. He never told us how. She used one of them
phones, of course.’
‘My phone,’ said Sherwood. ‘I’ve had one of them for years.’
Higgy said, ‘You never told me, Gerald.’
‘It didn’t occur to me,’ said Sherwood, curtly.
‘It seems to me,’ said Preston, ‘there has been a hell of a lot going
on that we never knew about’
‘That,’ said Father Flanagan, ‘is true beyond all question. But I have
the impression that this young man has no more than started on his story.’
So I went ahead. I told it as truthfully as I could and in all the
detail I could recall.
Finally I was finished and they sat not moving, stunned perhaps, and
shocked, and maybe not believing it entirely, but believing some of it.
Father Flanagan stirred uneasily. ‘Young man,’ he asked, ‘you are
absolutely sure this is not hallucination?’
‘I brought back the time contraption. That’s not hallucination.’
‘We must agree, I think,’ said Nichols, ‘that there are strange things
going on. The story Brad has told us is no stranger than the barrier.’
‘There isn’t anyone,’ yelled Preston, ‘who can work with time. Why time
is – well, it’s…’
‘That’s exactly it,’ said Sherwood. ‘No one knows anything of time. And
it’s not the only thing of which we’re wholly ignorant. There is
gravitation. There is no one, absolutely no one, who can tell you what
gravitation is.’
‘I don’t believe a word of it,’ said Hiram, flatly. ‘He’s been hiding
out somewhere …’
Joe Evans said, ‘We combed the town. There was no place be could hide.’
‘Actually,’ said Father Flanagan, ‘it doesn’t matter if we believe all
this or not. The important thing is whether the people who are coming out
from Washington believe it.’
Higgy pulled himself straighter in his chair. He turned to Sherwood.
‘You said Gibbs was coming out. Bringing others with him.’