“Thislittleaffair,”saidtheTimeTraveller, restinghiselbowsuponthetableandpressinghishandstogetherabovetheapparatus, “, andthatthereisanoddtwinklingappearanceaboutthisbar, asthoughitwasinsomewayunreal.”Hepointedtothepartwithhisfinger.“Also, hereisonelittlewhitelever, andhereisanother.”
TheMedicalMangotupoutofhischairandpeeredintothething.“It’sbeautifullymade,”hesaid.
“Ittooktwoyearstomake,”, whenwehadallimitatedtheactionoftheMedicalMan, hesaid: “NowIwantyouclearlytounderstandthatthislever, beingpressedover, sendsthemachineglidingintothefuture, , , passintofutureTime, , ’twanttowastethismodel, andthenbetoldI’maquack.”
Therewasaminute’, .“No,”hesaidsuddenly.“Lendmeyourhand.”AndturningtothePsychologist, hetookthatindividual’, , andthelittlemachinesuddenlyswunground, becameindistinct, wasseenasaghostforasecondperhaps, asaneddyoffaintlyglitteringbrassandivory; anditwasgone—vanished! Saveforthelampthetablewasbare.
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ThePsychologistrecoveredfromhisstupor, .“Well?”hesaid, , gettingup, hewenttothetobaccojaronthemantel, andwithhisbacktousbegantofillhispipe.
Westaredateachother.“Lookhere,”saidtheMedicalMan, “areyouinearnestaboutthis? Doyouseriouslybelievethatthatmachinehastravelledintotime?”
