 Who is Soup Gaskin?
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." Now I want answers, not questions! 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. 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. "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. "You remember Soup Gaskin? He's Soup all over again." "Soup's been in the pen since then. Hull are back in the streets playin' with matches by now. School teacher here for years; guess she was retired by the time you were playing hookey. I used to think she was some kind of princess...." He was a good-looking young feller then, over six foot, of course, broad backed, curly yellow hair—and a stranger to boot. "After dark.
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