"We arrived, as the books say, just in time," the Patrolman told him.
"They _weren't_ making believe." He offered a bowl of fruit to his
prisoner. "We'll be here for another hour yet. Eat something."
Weakly, Harding shook his head no. He sat down, suddenly pale at what
the officer had said.
He didn't feel very hungry.
... THE END
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from _If: Worlds of Science Fiction_ May
1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and
typographical errors have been corrected without note.