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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.] 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! In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. 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. "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. "You never knew about Mr. Bram—the young Mr. Bram—and Linda Carroll." I used to think she was some kind of princess...." Miss Linda was maybe in her twenties—and that made her an old maid, in those times. Now, you know Bram was funny about any kind of socializing; never would go any place at night. But this was a Sunday afternoon and someways or other they got Bram down there; and Miss Linda made her play, right there in front of the town, practically. "After dark. Ten yards along the dim corridor, a hand-lettered cardboard sign over a black-varnished door said "MUNICIPAL OFFICE OF RECORD." It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where a two-foot-square book lay open. (see Vol. 9 & cet.)" "That's the ledger for 1901; means Bram bought a quarter section on the nineteenth of May. "I never thought of it before, but you know, old Bram must be dern near to ninety years old. Just superstition, wouldn't you say?" "There's one story that's not superstition...."
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