Citizen in Spase. Stories / Гражданин в Космосе. Рассказы. Книга для чтения на английском языке

It better be a good one or I call the cops.”

“You always were a cool customer. But the bluff won’t work. I will call the police.”

He pressed a button on the machine. Instantly, two men appeared in the room. They wore lightweight orange and green uniforms, with metallic insignia on the sleeves. Between them they carried a black machine similar to Viglin’s except that it had white stenciling on its top.

“Crime does not pay,” Viglin said. “Arrest that thief!”

For a moment, Eldridge’s pleasant college room, with its Gauguin prints, its untidy piles of books, its untidier hi-fi, and its shaggy little red rug, seemed to spin dizzily around him.

He blinked several times, hoping that the whole thing had been induced by eyestrain. Or better yet, perhaps he had been dreaming.

But Viglin was still there, dismayingly substantial.

The two policemen produced a pair of handcuffs and walked forward.

“Wait!” Eldridge shouted, leaning against his desk for support. “What’s this all about?”

“If you insist on formal charges,” Viglin said, “you shall have them.

” He cleared his throat. “Thomas Eldridge, in March, 1962, you invented the Eldridge Traveler. Then —”

“Hold on!” Eldridge protested. “It isn’t 1962 yet, in case you didn’t know.”

Viglin looked annoyed. “Don’t quibble. You will invent the Traveler in 1962, if you prefer that phrasing. It’s all a matter of temporal viewpoint.”

It took Eldridge a moment to digest this.

“Do you mean – you are from the future?” he blurted.

One of the policemen nudged the other. “What an act!” he said admiringly.

“Better than a groogly show,” the other agreed, clicking his handcuffs.

“Of course we’re from the future,” Viglin said. “Where else would we be from? In 1962, you did – or will – invent the Eldridge Time Traveler, thus making time travel possible. With it, you journeyed into the first sector of the future, where you were received with highest honors.

Then you traveled through the three sectors of Civilized Time, lecturing. You were a hero, Eldridge, an ideal. Little children wanted to grow up to be like you.”

With a husky voice, Viglin continued. “We were deceived. Suddenly and deliberately, you stole a quantity of valuable goods. It was shocking! We had never suspected you of criminal tendencies. When we tried to arrest you, you vanished.”

Viglin paused and rubbed his forehead wearily.