'Our ancestors had no great tolerance for anachronisms.'
'One might get one's Greek from the very lips of Homer and
Plato,' the Very Young Man thought.
'In which case they would certainly plough you for the
Little-go. The German scholars have improved Greek so much.'
'Then there is the future,' said the Very Young Man. 'Just
think! One might invest all one's money, leave it to accumulate at
interest, and hurry on ahead!'
'To discover a society,' said I, 'erected on a strictly
communistic basis.'
'Of all the wild extravagant theories!' began the
Psychologist.
'Yes, so it seemed to me, and so I never talked of it
until—'
'Experimental verification!' cried I. 'You are going to verify
that?'
'The experiment!' cried Filby, who was getting brain-weary.
'Let's see your experiment anyhow,' said the Psychologist,
'though it's all humbug, you know.'
The Time Traveller smiled round at us. Then, still smiling
faintly, and with his hands deep in his trousers pockets, he walked
slowly out of the room, and we heard his slippers shuffling down
the long passage to his laboratory.
The Psychologist looked at us. 'I wonder what he's got?'
'Some sleight-of-hand trick or other,' said the Medical Man, and
Filby tried to tell us about a conjurer he had seen at Burslem; but
before he had finished his preface the Time Traveller came back,
and Filby's anecdote collapsed.
The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering
metallic framework, scarcely larger than a small clock, and very
delicately made. There was ivory in it, and some transparent
crystalline substance. And now I must be explicit, for this that
follows—unless his explanation is to be accepted—is an absolutely
unaccountable thing. He took one of the small octagonal tables that
were scattered about the room, and set it in front of the fire,
with two legs on the hearthrug. On this table he placed the
mechanism. Then he drew up a chair, and sat down. The only other
object on the table was a small shaded lamp, the bright light of
which fell upon the model. There were also perhaps a dozen candles
about, two in brass candlesticks upon the mantel and several in
sconces, so that the room was brilliantly illuminated. I sat in a
low arm-chair nearest the fire, and I drew this forward so as to be
almost between the Time Traveller and the fireplace. Filby sat
behind him, looking over his shoulder. The Medical Man and the
Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right, the
Psychologist from the left. The Very Young Man stood behind the
Psychologist. We were all on the alert. It appears incredible to me
that any kind of trick, however subtly conceived and however
adroitly done, could have been played upon us under these
conditions.
The Time Traveller looked at us, and then at the mechanism.
'Well?' said the Psychologist.
'This little affair,' said the Time Traveller, resting his
elbows upon the table and pressing his hands together above the
apparatus, 'is only a model. It is my plan for a machine to travel
through time. You will notice that it looks singularly askew, and
that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar, as though
it was in some way unreal.' He pointed to the part with his finger.
'Also, here is one little white lever, and here is another.'
The Medical Man got up out of his chair and peered into the
thing. 'It's beautifully made,' he said.
'It took two years to make,' retorted the Time Traveller. Then,
when we had all imitated the action of the Medical Man, he said:
'Now I want you clearly to understand that this lever, being
pressed over, sends the machine gliding into the future, and this
other reverses the motion. This saddle represents the seat of a
time traveller. Presently I am going to press the lever, and off
the machine will go. It will vanish, pass into future Time, and
disappear. Have a good look at the thing. Look at the table too,
and satisfy yourselves there is no trickery. I don't want to waste
this model, and then be told I'm a quack.'
There was a minute's pause perhaps. The Psychologist seemed
about to speak to me, but changed his mind.
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