The Other Side Of Here
Murray Leinster
ONE
If he'd been a detective, Steve Waldron reflected grimly, he'd have been required to turn in his trench coat. However, official detectives hadn't been able to do any better than Steve. But the official detectives didn't have to face Lucy and acknowledge that there was absolutely nothing to indicate what had happened to her father. There was only the rather unlikely hypothesis that he'd vanished into thin air.
He'd been gone for four days now. According to Fran Dutt, who'd been in his private laboratory at the time, he'd answered a phone call. Then he put on his hat, told Fran that he'd be back presently, and walked out of this world altogether. He had no motive for disappearance. He didn't have secret acquaintances. There was no explanation whatever of the phone call. On the surface of things, nobody could have any motive for wanting to get him out of the way.
Waldron turned in at Lucy's entrance and went across the concrete path to the front door. All about him was the tranquility of a residential section of a medium-sized town. This Forest Hills area of Newark, New Jersey, was beginning to run down a bit, but it still retained some of the quietude and serenity of earlier years. The sun was setting beyond Branchbrook Park. Already a few early lights burned in the houses along the street. There were a few noises: children playing, cars moving somewhere out of sight, the faint, distant sounds from the downtown part of the city.
Waldron rang the bell. Lucy opened it instantly. She had been waiting for him. She looked hopefully at his face, and her own expression clouded at his obvious dejection. But she tried to smile.
"Nothing, Steve?"
"Not a thing. Rather worse than nothing, in fact. You mustn't take this seriously, Lucy. The newspapers have to have something to print. This is nonsense."
He hadn't offered her the newspaper, but her eyes fell to the rolled-up object in his side pocket. He handed it to her, repeating: "It's nonsense!"
It was not a screamer headline. Professor Blair was not important enough to compete for headline space with news from Washington and the United Nations. But the story did rate a two-column headline.
HINT BED LINK IN BLAIR CASE
Will Call in FBI
Police today speculated that Professor Erasmus Blair, missing scientist, may have been kidnapped to be smuggled to the Soviet Union to serve as a slave-scientist there. Admittedly pure guesswork, it is pointed out that in Europe scientists have also vanished and it is suspected they met a similar fate. There are even hints that not all the recent fatal accidents to American research figures have been accidental, and the matter has been placed before the FBI by local police officials. While the FBI refused all comment—
Waldron said: "Not even the Beds would be interested in Straussman's Theory! That's nonsense, of course! There's another explanation and it will turn up. By the way"—he felt that he was unconvincingly casual—"has Fran come back yet?"
"No," said Lucy. "Why?"
Steve shrugged. "More nonsense, I'm sure. But Fran said your father left the laboratory after getting a phone call. The police found out today that the telephone line was cut. They're being very secretive about it, but it doesn't make sense. When was it cut and why? They want to ask Fran a lot of questions."
Lucy shook her head as if to clear it "I haven't heard from him, Steve. He called this morning and said he'd rowed your car to try to track down a long-shot idea he had. He didn't say what it was. That's all I know."
Lucy put the newspaper away from her, as if trying to push completely away the idea it suggested.
"I'm as uncomfortable about it as the police," said Waldron with some grimness. "I like Fran, but I don't know much about him. I can see why the police want to talk to him. Of course, he never had to have an FBI checkover, because your father's research wa—is private and not sensitive. But there've been times when I thought Fran was a foreigner—good English and all. That cut phone line has the police wanting to know more about him. If it was cut before your father disappeared..."
Lucy shook her head. She was pale and she'd lost weight in the past four days.
"Fran didn't have anything to do with my father's vanishing, Steve. He—he's in love with me."
Waldron growled.
"No!" insisted Lucy. "He knows I'm going to marry you. He isn't happy about it, but he's ... nice, Steve. I've even felt a little bit proud that somebody could care about me without hoping anything for himself. Fran isn't responsible for my father's disappearance."
Waldron said restlessly: "If I'd known more about him to tell the police..."
"I don't know much about him either," admitted Lucy. "He's been Father's assistant and I know he has some brothers and sisters, but that's all. However, I do know he wouldn't do anything to harm my father or me. Not under any circumstances!"
"Even a spy," Waldron impatiently, "wouldn't get excited about Straussman's theory that two objects can exist in the same space at the same time! That news article is nonsense! Don't worry about it. And of course when Fran comes back I'll ask him..."
Lucy hesitated.
"I've been racking my brains," she said slowly. "I'd almost thought of the newspaper idea myself, except that it was too silly. But do you remember Professor Williams? He vanished. A month later they decided that he was probably the man seen diving overboard from a coastal steamer. His body was never found. And Professor Holt?" That was an automobile accident."
"Was it? They found his car overturned. But he wasn't in it. And when you think of it, at least three people with whom my father corresponded, in the same general line of research, have vanished in six months!"
Waldron said soothingly: "Easy there, Lucy! They were working on compenetration. It's philosophically possible, but physically absurd. You should hear what Hamlin says about it! It's pure-science research. Nobody has the least idea of any practical purpose it would serve. It's a theory that needs to be checked, like the expanding-universe notion. Something to investigate, but never make use of."
Lucy gulped, and then tried to smile. "I know, but when your father just vanishes as if he'd evaporated, and you think of other people who—"
The telephone rang sharply. Lucy put her hand to her mouth.
"Every time the phone rings I hope— You answer it, Steve."
Frowning, Waldron went across the room. He was realizing with a startled abruptness that Lucy was right about Professor Williams' body never being recovered, nor Holt's, nor any of several eminent scientists who presumably had died recently.
He put the receiver to his ear. He spoke.
"Steve!" It was Fran Dutt's voice. "Good! Listen to me! I can't come to Lucy's house. Police are waiting to arrest me and I have something I must do ... for her father's sake."
"You've found out something?" demanded Waldron. Lucy tensed.
"Something ... yes," said Fran. His voice was strained. "He's alive. He's unharmed. I do not dare to tell you more over the phone. The thing is too big, too incredible! I have found—"
"What?" demanded Waldron.
"I cannot tell you yet. I have been to New York in your Car. You and Lucy are not safe. I am not safe either, but that does not matter. Something terrible is about to happen! I beg you to believe me, Steve!"
Waldron put his hand over the transmitter and said swiftly to Lucy: "He's found out your father's safe. Not harmed." He said into the transmitter: "Well? Go on!"
"You must go to New York. You and Lucy. There is a letter at the Mayfair Hotel for her. Take your car and go at once. I stay here. There is danger. Terrible danger! Believe me, I know. And you must not get out of the car before you reach Jersey City, at least! No matter what happens!"