Was this the beginning of a ghastly
new war, or had the sinister
kidnappings a different meaning?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Future combined with Science Fiction Stories May-June 1950.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Harry Vinson entered the room eagerly. It was two hours earlier than he
intended, but his anticipation of watching the finale of eight years'
intense work was too great. Vinson had scarcely slept that night.
He had itched to try the machine out the evening before; only careful
judgment kept him from it. The machine required a full twelve-hour
period for warming up; to putter with it before it had reached its
stable operating temperature would have been as senseless as attempting
to fly with an aircraft only half completed.