1030–VI–3 April 1963—Cleveland, Ohio–Apex Bldg.:
“Hey!” he repeated. “Take this damn 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.
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