 What kind of area is Elsby?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of Tomorrow April 1963 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage and took out a small tool kit, used a screwdriver to remove the bottom cover plate from the telephone. I'm set up in Elsby. Project Officer for the hyperwave program—he's been on my neck day and night. Hyperwave is my baby, remember? And since it seems to be pinpointed in your home area—" "You don't have to justify yourself. Now I want answers, not questions! Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street and turned in at a yellow brick building with the words ELSBY MUNICIPAL POLICE cut in the stone lintel above the door. In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." Tremaine covered the discovery of the powerful unidentified interference on the high-security hyperwave band, the discovery that each transmission produced not one but a pattern of "fixes" on the point of origin. It showed a set of concentric circles, overlapped by a similar group of rings. "I think what we're getting is an echo effect from each of these points of intersection. "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this section. I'm not sure of a damn thing, but I think that transmitter's near here. Trouble is, folks around here haven't even taken to TV. "How long's he lived here in Elsby?" He still walks in town every Wednesday ... or he did up till yesterday anyway." They used to raise cain in the other drug store...." I had the whole caboodle locked up here for six hours. Hull are back in the streets playin' with matches by now. "Oh hoh, you're a little young, Jimmy," Jess chuckled. I used to think she was some kind of princess...." "This would ha' been about nineteen-oh-one. Miss Linda was maybe in her twenties—and that made her an old maid, in those times. He was a good-looking young feller then, over six foot, of course, broad backed, curly yellow hair—and a stranger to boot. Just before sundown they went off together in that fancy shay.
 Rural and old-fashioned
 Rural and old-fashioned  Urban and busy  Flashy and rich  Run-down and dirty