Citizen in Spase. Stories / Гражданин в Космосе. Рассказы. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“I was your friend, Tom, the first person you met in Sector One. We drank many a bowl of flox together. I arranged your lecture tour. And you robbed me.”

His face hardened. “Take him, officers.”

As the policemen moved forward, Eldridge had a good look at the black machine they shared. Like Viglin’s, it had several dials and a row of push buttons. Stamped in white across the top were the words: Eldridge Time Traveler – property of THE EASKILL POLICE DEPT.

The policeman stopped and turned to Viglin.

Viglin searched his pockets. “Don’t seem to have them on me. But you know he’s a thief!”

“Everybody knows that,” the policeman said. “But we got no jurisdiction in a pre-contact sector without extradition papers.”

“Wait here,” Viglin said. “I’ll get them.” He examined his wristwatch carefully, muttered something about a half-hour gap, and pressed a button on the Traveler. Immediately, he was gone.

The two policemen sat down on Eldridge’s couch and proceeded to ogle the Gauguins.

Eldridge tried to think, to plan, to anticipate. Impossible. He could not believe it. He refused to believe it. No one could make him believe —

“Imagine a famous guy like this being a crook,” one of the policemen said.

“All geniuses are crazy,” the other philosophized. “Remember the stuggie dancer who killed the girl? He was a genius, the readies said.”

“Yeah.” The first policeman lighted a cigar and tossed the burned match on Eldridge’s shaggy little red rug.

All right, Eldridge decided, it was true. Under the circumstances, he had to believe. Nor was it so absurd. He had always suspected that he might be a genius.

But what had happened?

In 1962, he would invent a time machine.

Logical enough, since he was a genius.

And he would travel through the three sectors of Civilized Time.

Well, certainly, assuming he had a time machine. If there were three sectors, he would explore them.

He might even explore the uncivilized sectors.

And then, without warning, he became a thief.

No! He could accept everything else, but that was completely out of character. Eldridge was an intensely honest young man, quite above even petty dishonesties. As a student, he had never cheated at exams. As a man, he always paid his true and proper income tax, down to the last penny.

And it went deeper than that.