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[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.] He was as ancient as time—and as strange as his own frightful battle against incredible odds! 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. You elected me to be a leg-man: now let me do it my way." 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 rings themselves represent the diffraction pattern—" "Hold it, Jimmy. "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this section. This is where I should come up with the news that Old Man Whatchamacallit's got an attic full of gear he says is a time machine. "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. You remember old Aunt Tress, used to know all about ancestors and such as that? They used to raise cain in the other drug store...." I had the whole caboodle locked up here for six hours. "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. Just before sundown they went off together in that fancy shay.
 An investigator travels to his hometown to locate a transmitter with an unknown use.
 A private investigator tries to find a transmitter which allows him to save his hometown from certain danger.  An investigator travels to his hometown to find conflict between the transmitter-using youth and the local and state police forces.  An investigator travels to his hometown to locate a transmitter with an unknown use.  A man seeks justice for a town plagued by a harmful transmitter.