You seem to find something.

But its in all green !

What will you do now?

Or read everything?

4D Doodler


                          The 4-D DOODLER

                         by GRAPH WALDEYER

       *       *       *       *       *

"Do you believe, Professor Gault, that this four dimensional

plane contains life--intelligent life?"

At the question, Gault laughed shortly. "You have been reading

pseudo-science, Dr. Pillbot," he twitted. "I realize that as a

psychiatrist, you are interested in minds, in living beings,

rather than in dimensional planes. But I fear you will find no

minds to study in the fourth dimension. There aren't any there!"

Professor Gault paused, peered from beneath bushy white brows out

over the laboratory. To his near sighted eyes the blurred figure

of Harper, his young assistant, seemed busily at work over his

mathematical charts. Gault hoped sourly that the young man was

actually working and not just drawing more of his absurd,

senseless designs amidst the mathematical computations....

"Your proof," Dr. Pillbot broke into his thoughts insistently,

"is purely negative, Professor! How can you know there are no

beings in the fourth dimension, unless you actually enter this

realm, to see for yourself?"

Professor Gault stared at the fat, puffy face of his visitor, and

snorted loudly.

"I am afraid, Pillbot, you do not comprehend the impossibility of

such a passage. We can not possibly break from the confines of

our three dimensional world. Here, let me explain by a simple


Gault took up a book, held it so that a shadow fell onto the

surface of the desk.

"That shadow," he said, "is two dimensional, has length and

breadth, but no thickness. Now in order to enter the third

dimension, our plane, the shadow would have to bulge out in some

way, into the dimension of thickness an obvious impossibility.

Similarly, we can not enter the fourth dimension. Do you see?"

"No!" retorted Pillbot with some heat. "In the first place, we

are not two dimensional shadows, and--why, what is the matter?"

Professor Gault's lanky form had stiffened, his near sighted eyes

glaring out over the laboratory to the rear of Pillbot. The

psychiatrist wheeled around, followed his host's gaze.

It was Harper. That young man's antics drew an amazed grunt from

Pillbot. He was describing peculiar motions in the air with his

pencil. Circles, whorls, angles, abrupt jabs forward. He bent

over the paper on the desk, made a few sweeps of the pencil, then

the pencil rose again into the air to describe more erratic

motions. Harper himself seemed in a trance.

Suddenly Pillbot gave a stifled gasp. It seemed to him that

Harper's arm vanished at the elbow as it stabbed forward, then

reappeared. Once again the phenomenon happened.

Pillbot blinked rapidly, rubbed his eyes. It must have been

illusion, he decided. It was too ... unlikely....

"Harper!" Gault's voice was like the snapping of a steel trap.

Startled, Harper came to with a jerk. Seeing he was being

watched, he flushed redly, then bent over his charts again. An

apologetic murmur floated from his desk.

"What was he doing?" Pillbot asked puzzledly.

"Doodling!" Gault spat out the word disgustedly.

"Doodling?" echoed the psychiatrist. "Why that is a slang term we

use in psychiatry, to describe the absent-minded scrawls and

designs people make while their attention is elsewhere occupied.

An overflow of the unconscious mind, we call it. Many famous

people are 'doodlers.' Their doodles often are a sign of special


"Exactly!" snapped Gault. "It shows a special ability to waste

time. And Harper has become worse since I hired him to do some of

my mathematical work. Some influence in this laboratory--I blush

to confess--seems to bring it on. 'Four dimensional doodling' we

call it, because, as you saw, he doesn't confine it to the

surface of the paper!"

Pillbot looked startled. "By jove," he cried. "I believe you've

hit on something new to psychiatry. This young man may have some

unknown faculty of mind--an instinctive perception of the fourth

dimension. Just as some people have an unerring sense of

direction, so perhaps Harper has a sense of--of a fourth

direction--the fourth dimension! I should like to examine some of

his 'doodles'."

Harper looked up in alarm as his crusty tempered employer

appeared, followed by the stout figure of Pillbot. He rose and

stood aside unassumingly, as Pillbot bent over the scrawls on his

charts, clucking interestedly.

Harper flickered a worried glance over to the corner. He hoped

they wouldn't notice his stress-analyzing clay model standing

there. It looked like a futurist's nightmare, with angles, curves

and knobs stuck out at all angles. Professor Gault might not


       *       *       *       *       *

For one of his retiring temperament, Harper was aiming high.

There was a standing award of $50,000 for the lucky mathematician

who would solve the mystery of the "stress-barrier" encountered

by skyscrapers as they were built up toward the 150 story mark.

At this height, they encountered stress and strains which

mathematical computations and engineering designs had been unable

to solve. Harper believed the "stress-barrier" was due to an

undetected space-bending close to the earth's surface, a bending

of space greater than ever provided for in the prediction of

Einstein. And if he was right, and could win that award, then

there might be wedding bells, and a little bungalow with


Harper's greatest fear was that he would do something to annoy

Gault into firing him, thus depriving him of the privilege of

using the mathematical charts and computing machines available in

the laboratory. Right now, he hoped Gault wouldn't notice that

statue in the corner--

"What's _that_!"

Harper's heart leaped. The Professor was glaring at the statue,

as though it were something the cat brought in.

Pillbot looked up from examination of the "doodles" and followed

Gault over to the futuristic statuary.

As Gault made strangled noises, Pillbot stared interestedly.

"Why--its like some of the designs in his doodling," he


"And made with some of my best modeling clay for reproducing

geometric solids!" rasped Gault. He wheeled upon Harper.

"Get that thing out of here! I won't stand for such rot in this

laboratory. Throw it into the hall for the janitor!"

"Ye-yessir," said Harper, gulping. He took hold of the statue,

pulled at it.

"It--it won't budge," he exclaimed amazedly.

"Eh? Won't move? It's not heavy, is it?" demanded the Professor.

"No--about thirty pounds, but it wont move!"

Gault took hold of one of the angles of the thing, jerked at it

savagely. He gave it up with an oath, returned to Harper's desk


Harper suddenly noticed the top portion of the statue. It didn't

seem to be all there! He was positive there had been another

section on top, shooting off at an angle, representing a problem

in tangential stress. What had happened to that top section?

He would figure that out later, when the occasion was more

propitious. Right now, he realized that only the presence of

Dr. Pillbot prevented Gault from firing him. He cast an apprehensive

glance toward his employer.

With trepidation, he saw Gault reach for something projecting

from behind a bench. Gault pulled it out, held it dangling before

him. A strangled exclamation of wrath came from him. His long

nose pointed accusingly toward Harper, like a finger pointing out

a criminal.

"I was afraid of that!" he grated. "Cutting paper dolls!" Gault

was holding up a large paper cutout of a human figure--a long,

rangy man.

"This is the last straw," Gault went on, his voice rising. "I

have stood enough--"

"It--it wasn't me, sir," Harper cried quickly, with visions of

his job and $50,000 vanishing. "It was your ten year old nephew,

Rudolph, when he was here yesterday. He cut it out, said it

looked like--like his uncle--"

Harper stopped as Gault seemed about to explode. Then the

mathematician subsided, a malicious expression crept over his


"H-m-m," he said. "Might be just what I need to explain things to

Dr. Pillbot."

"I shall take this matter before the Psychiatric Society,"

Pillbot was saying excitedly. "Undoubtedly you have some strange

faculty--an instinctive perception of four dimensional laws ...

what was that, Professor?"

"I said if you will step over to this desk I will explain to you

in elementary terms--very elementary and easy to understand--why

you will never be able to study four dimensional beings--_if_ any

exist!" Gault's voice was tinged with sarcasm.

Pillbot came over, followed by Harper, who was interested in any

explanations about the fourth dimension--even elementary ones....

Gault, with a glint in his eye, pressed the paper figure flatly

on the surface of Harper's desk.

"This paper man, we will say, represents a two dimensional

creature. We lay him flatly against the desk, which represents

his world--Flatland, we mathematicians call it. Mr. Flatlander

can't see into our world. He can see only along the flat plane of

his own world. To see us, for instance, he would have to look

_up_, which is the third dimension, a direction inconceivable to

him. Now, Doctor, are you beginning to understand why we can

never see four dimensional beings?"

Pillbot frowned thoughtfully, then looked up. "And what about the

viewpoint of the four dimensioners themselves--_what would

prevent them from seeing us_?"

Harper hardly heard the Professor's snort of disgust. This two

dimensional cutout in "Flatland" fascinated him. An idea occurred

to him. Now, just supposing the....

       *       *       *       *       *

As Gault and Pillbot argued, Harper grasped the paper cutout, and

bent it, "jacknifed" it, creasing it firmly in the middle. Then

he raised the upper half so that it rose vertically from the

desk, while the lower half was still pressed flatly against the

desk surface.

"Now," he murmured to himself, "the Flatlander would appear to

his fellows to have vanished from the waist up, because from the

waist up he is bent into the third dimension ... so far as they

are concerned...."


At the wavering scream, Harper looked up quickly. Pillbot was

staring frozenly in front of him, toward the floor. Harper

followed his glance--and saw it.

Professor Gault had vanished from the waist up.

His lower body still stood before Pillbot, swaying slightly, but

the upper body was unconditionally missing. From the large feet

planted solidly on the floor, long legs rose majestically,

terminating in slim, angular hips--and from thence vanished

abruptly into nothingness. It was as though the upper body had

been sheared away, neatly and precisely, at the waist.

Pillbot stared from the visible portion of Gault to slack-jawed

Harper and back again, sweat splashing from his puffy face.

"Why, why really my dear fellow," he quavered, addressing the

half-figure. "This--this is a bit rude of you, vanishing in the

midst of my sentence. I--I trust you will--ah, return at once!"

Then, as the full import of the phenomenon penetrated to his

understanding, his eyes became glazed and he backed away.

The portion of Professor Gault addressed failed to give any

indication it had heard the remonstrance. Slowly, the legs began

to feel their way, like a blind man, about the floor.

Harper stared wildly, white showing around his pale blue irises.

"No!" he bleated. "The Professor didn't do it himself--I caused

it to happen. I bent the paper cutout, and--and Something saw me

do it, and imitated me by bending the Professor into the fourth

dimension!" Harper moaned faintly, wringing his hands.

Pillbot at the moment got little satisfaction from this

demonstration of his point about four dimensional life. He

glanced fearfully at the half-figure.

"You--you mean to say," he quailed, "that we are under scrutiny

by some Being of the fourth dimension?"

"That's it," replied Harper with a whinny. "I--I know it, I can

feel it. It became aware of our three dimensional life in some

way, and its attention is now concentrated on the laboratory!" He

wrung his hands. "I just know something else terrible is going to

happen!" He backed away quickly as the occupied pair of pants

moved toward him.

His retreat was halted by his desk, upon which reposed two large

California oranges, an inevitable accompaniment to Harper's

lunch. To him, orange juice was a potent, revivifying drink. Now

he automatically reached for one of the oranges, as a more hardy

individual might reach for a whisky and soda in a moment of

mental shock.

His eyes wide on the shuffling approach of Gault's underpinnings,

Harper nervously dug sharp fingernails into the orange, tore off

large chunks of skin.

A sudden blur seen from the corner of his eyes pulled his gaze

back to the desk. The other orange had vanished.


It dropped to the floor before Harper, but now it was a squashy

mess, the insides standing out like petals, the juice running

from it.

The other orange slipped from Harper's nerveless fingers, rolled

along the desk top. Harper pounced on the squashy thing on the

floor, feverishly pushed back the projecting insides, closely

examined it. He looked up wide-eyed at Pillbot.

"Turned inside out," he gasped hoarsely, "without breaking its


Pillbot's expression indicated that the scientific attitude was

slowly replacing his former fright. He snapped his fingers.

"Imitation again!" he said, half to himself. He looked at Harper.

"When you bent the paper figure this--this fourth dimensional

entity imitated your action by bending the Professor. Now, as you

started to peel the orange, your action was again imitated--in a

four dimensional manner--by this entity turning the other orange

inside out."

His voice dropped, as he muttered, "Imitativeness--the mark of a

mind of low evolutionary order, or of ..." his words faded off,

his expression thoughtful.

More white showed around Harper's eyes. "You--you mean I am being

specially watched by this Being--that He--It--imitates everything

I do...?"

"That's it," clipped Pillbot. "Because you possess this strange

perception of Its realm the Being has been especially attracted

to you, imitates whatever you do, but in a four dimensional

manner. A Being of inexplicable powers and prerogatives, with

weird power over matter, but with a mentality that is either very

primitive, or--"

Harper leaped into the air with a yell, as Professor Gault's

abbreviated body sidled up to him from behind. As he leaped, the

inside out orange flew out of his grasp.

"I just know," he quavered, "that Professor Gault wants me to do

something, is probably barking orders at me from that other

dimension--oh dear, I've dropped the orange on the Professor's--where

his stomach should be!"

The squashy orange had landed on the area of Gault that was the line

of demarkation between his visible and invisible portions--the area

that his stomach would occupy normally. It rested there in plain

sight of the two startled men.

"I--I'd better remove it," said Harper weakly. He moved with a

dreadful compulsion toward the swaying half-figure, one slender

hand extended tremblingly toward the inverted orange.

Abruptly, the orange vanished. Harper halted like he'd run into a

brick wall. Staring blankly ahead, he put his hands to his

stomach, moaning faintly.

"What's the matter?" cried Pillbot.

"The orange--it's in my--stomach!"

"See, what did I tell you," exulted Pillbot. "Another act of

imitativeness. It saw you drop the orange on Gault's--where his

stomach should be, and imitated by putting the orange in your

stomach. It proves I'm right about the Being--glug!" With a loud

belch, Pillbot broke off. He stared blankly at Harper, then his

hands slowly came up to clutch at his stomach.

Harper looked quickly at the desk top.

"The other orange," he gasped. "It's gone!"

"Into--my--stomach!" groaned Pillbot. "Be--be careful what you

do! My God, don't do anything. Don't even think. This--this four

dimensional creature will surely imitate whatever you do in some

weird manner."

Rubbing his stomach, Pillbot glanced about at the various

articles of furniture. He blanched. "I wouldn't want any of that

stuff inside of me," he yammered.

Harper flicked a despairing glance at the half-body, now gliding

along in the vicinity of the paper cutout.

"We--we must do something to get the Professor back," he said


       *       *       *       *       *

He thought incongruously of a restaurant where he used to order

lemon pie--and invariably get apple. Finally he found that he

could get lemon by ordering peach. Now the problem was, what did

he have to "order" to get his employer extricated from being

stuck between dimensions, like a pig under a fence? Anything he

did would be imitated in a manner that might prove tragic.

The upright portion of the cutout was leaning over backward, the

head drooping down like a wilted flower, as the tension at the

crease slowly lessened.

Gathering together what resolution he could, Harper determined to

take the bull by the horns. He would get the Professor returned

by pressing the upper portion of the cutout flatly onto the desk

surface. With trembling hands, he pressed down on it--then sprang

back with a muffled yell.

Three feet above the half-body, the Professor's head had flashed

into visibility.

"You only pressed the head onto the desk," said Pillbot

disgustedly, "so the Being only impressed Galt's head back into

the laboratory. Now press down the rest of the body."

The Professor's head, suspended above the body, glared about,

affixed Harper with a smouldering glance. The mouth moved

rapidly, but no words came.

"Professor, I can't hear you," whimpered Harper. "Your lungs and

vocal cords are in the other dimension. Here, I'll have you

completely returned." He reached a hand toward the cutout, the

torso of which still bulged upward from the desk.

Gault's head wagged in vigorous negation of Harper's contemplated

act. His mouth moved in what, if audible, would have been

clipped, burning accents.

Harper drew back his hand as if he had touched a red hot poker.

"The Professor doesn't want me to touch the cutout," he said


Gault's head hovered over the cutout like a gaunt moon. It

swooped down toward the paper figure, seemed to be studying its

position on the desk closely. Pillbot watched him for a sign of

his intentions or wishes.

Harper wandered distractedly over toward the high wall bench. He

had it! He would distract the attention of the Entity from Gault

by making another cutout. He would then experiment with that

second one, without endangering Gault. He'd be careful not to

make this one thin and tall, so as not to resemble the Professor

in outline. Perhaps with it, he could trick the Entity into

releasing the missing part of Gault's body....

He scraped in the bench drawer for the scissors, and started to

sheer through a large stiff piece of paper.

A moment later he looked up as Pillbot walked over.

"Gault has some reason for not wanting his silhouette touched,"

he said. "Can't quite make out his lip movements, but he seems

afraid some permanent mark may be left on him by his return. He

wants time to figure out--why, what are you doing?"

"I've made another cutout for experiment," explained Harper. "And

this one doesn't look like the Professor, isn't tall and thin.

See--?" He lifted the second cutout from the flat surface of the

bench, held it suspended before him.

"This one is short and fat--" Harper halted abruptly, the breath

whooshing from his lungs.

There was no use talking to thin air. Pillbot had been whisked

into nothingness. Where the portly figure of the eminent

psychiatrist had stood was now nothing, not even a half man.

Too late, Harper realized that when he had lifted the paper

figure from the surface of the bench, the Entity had imitated him

by "lifting" Pillbot into the fourth dimension. Belatedly, he

knew that the cutout which he held dangling, resembled Pillbot in


Harper dashed back and forth in little rushes, carrying the paper

figure. He dared not put it down, for fear of seeing some segment

of Pillbot flash back. He did not know what to do with it.

Finally he compromised by suspending it to a low hanging

chandelier, where it dangled swaying in the slight air currents.

       *       *       *       *       *

Gault was watching his assistant's antics with a bleak expression

that changed to sardonic satisfaction as he realized Pillbot was

in a predicament like his--only more so. Abruptly he frowned,

staring ahead, and Harper guessed that Pillbot had located

Gault's torso in the other realm, was nudging him to indicate the


Suddenly Harper knew that he himself must enter this fourth

dimensional realm. That strange instinct told him the solution to

everything was there--somewhat as a woman's intuition impels her

to act in a certain way, without knowing why.

How to get there? Another paper cutout? He glanced toward the

Professor--the occupied trousers, and swimming above it, the

man's head. The head was watching him, the expression savage.

No, there must be no more cutouts, Harper decided. While the four

dimensional entity distinguished between the outlines of a thin

silhouette and a fat one, something in between, like Harper's

form, would be testing It too far.

He, Harper would take the place of his own cutout!

Gault's head reared up, glared fixedly at his assistant as the

young man swung his legs onto the desk, then lay down flat. A

moment he lay there, in "Flatland"--then leaped to his feet.

It was as though he had leaped into a different world. He was no

longer in the laboratory. He wasn't on any, floor at all, as far

as he could make out. His feet rested on nothing--and yet there

was some sort of tension under him--like the surface tension of


He was--he suddenly knew it--standing on a segment of warped

space! There was a spacial strain here that acted as a solid

beneath him!

Harper looked "up"--that is, overhead. There was nothing there

but vast stretches of emptiness--at first. Then he saw that this

emptiness was lined and laced with filmy striations, like

cellophane. They bore a strange resemblance to his "doodlings,"

as though that strange faculty of his enabled him to somehow

perceive this place of the fourth dimension. And instinctively

Harper knew that these lacings were the boundaries of a vast

enclosure--a four dimensional enclosure, the "walls" of which

consisted of joined and meshed space-warps.

Abruptly he became aware of movement. He became aware of solidity

there above him. And the solidity was in motion.

Harper knew he was gazing upon a being of the fourth

dimension--doubtless the Entity that had caused the phenomena in

the laboratory, which had snatched him into the fourth dimension,

and was even now observing him with its four dimensional sight!

There was a shape above him that strained his eyes, gave hint of

Form just beyond his comprehension.

Harper hardly noticed that Pillbot was beside him, shaking him.

He had suddenly grasped a fundamental law of spacial stresses,

and he whipped out a pad and pencil, began scribbling down the

mathematical formula of these laws. He began to see now why

skyscrapers encountered the "stress-barrier" at a certain height.

He understood it just as a person of innate musical ability,

hearing music for the first time, would understand the laws of

that music.

"Look out, It's moving, descending!" Pillbot was yelling into his

ear. "It is about to act. Became active the moment you got here.

How did you induce it to bring you here?"

"Huh?" Harper looked up from his scribbling. "Oh." Harper

explained quickly how he had induced the Being to act on himself.

"That's it!" cried Pillbot hoarsely. "You switched the pattern of

imitation on It--tricked It into bringing you here. That's what

made it angry--"

"Angry?" Harper almost dropped his pad, clutched at Pillbot as

there was a sudden upheaval of the invisible tension-surface on

which they stood. A violent shake sprawled them on the "ground"

and now Harper saw the torso of Gault, a few feet away,

apparently hovering above the surface.

"Yes, angry!" Pillbot was pale. "As long as you merely gave it

something to imitate it was pacified. But now it recognizes

opposition, an effort to outwit it due to your switching the

pattern of imitation. Its condition is dangerous--it's bound to

react violently. We have to get out of here. You must know some


Harper again scribbled some figures on his pad. "As soon as I've

worked out this formula--"

Pillbot shook him frantically. "Can't you understand! This

Creature is a mental patient of a violent type. We are in a

_fourth dimensional insane asylum_!" Pillbot gazed upward

fearfully at a descending mass. "The pattern of its action fits

perfectly," he went on. "Some violent type of insanity, combined

with delusions of grandeur. Any slightest opposition will cause a

spasm of fury. It recognizes such opposition in the way you

tricked it into bringing you here. At first I thought it was a

primitive mentality, but now I know it is a highly evolved, but

insane creature, thinks it's Napoleon, wants to conquer the three

dimensional plane which its attention has been attracted to in

some way--"

Harper looked up in surprise. "Does it know about Napoleon?"

"Of course not, you fool!" screamed Pillbot. "It has the

Napoleonic complex, identifies itself with some great conqueror

of its own realm. And now it's on the rampage. We have to get

out of here--" He clutched at Harper as another upheaval of the

surface threw them down.

       *       *       *       *       *

Rising, Harper put away his pad. His calculations were complete.

He could now show engineers how to build high buildings, taking

advantage of space stress instead of trying to fight the stress.

For the first time, the danger of their position seemed to

penetrate to his consciousness. He looked about--and his eyes

rested on a strange familiar projection rising from the invisible

floor a few feet away. It was the section of his clay statue that

had vanished--vanished because its peculiar shape had somehow

caused it to be warped into the fourth dimension!

Why hadn't he been able to move it--Professor Gault moved about


He and Pillbot went over to it, tried to move it. A slight filmy

webwork around the projection caught Harper's eye. Now he

knew--the Being had somehow affixed it to the spot as a landmark,

so It could locate the laboratory. It must have been this

projection that had first attracted the Being's attention to the

three dimensional world, since, ordinarily, It would never have

noticed the presence of three dimensional life, any more than

humans would notice the presence of two dimensional life if such


Harper looked up at a bleat from Pillbot. Above them was a sudden

furious play of lights and shades. Vast masses seemed shifting in

crazy juxtapositions, now descending rapidly toward them.

"Quick," Harper, now fully aroused, gasped to Pillbot. "Climb

down this projection!"

"Climb down it--?"

"Yes, there is a fluid condition of space where it penetrates

between the two planes. By hugging its contours you will emerge

into the laboratory--I hope!"

Pillbot glanced overhead nervously, then experimentally slid a

font down the projection. The foot vanished. With a cry of

relief, Pillbot lowered himself until only head and shoulders

were visible. Then that too vanished.

Harper looked up. Some monstrous suggestion of Form was almost

upon him. He grasped the projection and just as his head sank out

of sight the Form seemed to smash down on him.

Pillbot helped Harper to his feet, from where he had sprawled at

the base of the statue, on the laboratory floor.

"Quick," he gasped. "The Creature will be infuriated now, by our

escape from Its realm. A maniacal spasm is sure to follow. We

must get Gault back in some way, then leave the laboratory."

Even as they dashed over toward the abbreviated form of Gault,

the laboratory shook. Invisible strains seemed to be bulging the

walls inward.

Harper rushed to the desk upon which still reposed the cutout, the

section between neck and waist still arched off the surface. As Harper

reached toward the cutout to press it flat, Gault's eyes widened, his

mouth opened in a soundless shout of opposition. Harper hesitated.

"Never mind him," yammered Pillbot. "Press the figure flat!"

Harper pressed it flat.

For an instant the laboratory stopped its ominous vibration. Then

the figure of Gault flew through the air, came up against a

wall--but it was his complete figure.

"More signs of violence," cried Pillbot. "But that action won't

appease It--we must get out of here--"

Even as he spoke there was a thunderous crackling and roaring.

Harper felt himself flying about, and for an instant of awful

vertigo he did not know up from down. Forces seemed to be tearing

at him. He felt as though he were a piece of iron being attracted

simultaneously in several directions by powerful electro magnets.

There was a flare of colored lights, a deafening detonation--and

he felt himself knocked breathless against a wall.

He picked himself up, looked around.

       *       *       *       *       *

On one side of him was the familiar south wall of the laboratory.

To the north, east and west was--open air. He was standing on a

section of laboratory flooring that jutted out over empty space

from the wall. His desk was a few feet away, right at the edge of

the jutting floor. Gault and Pillbot were picking themselves up

to one side of the desk.

The pair looked over the edge of the floor, then recoiled,

frenziedly hugging the flooring under them.

Harper crawled over, looked over the edge, quickly backed away.

Several hundred feet below, the traffic of the city roared!

Gault went over to the door in the one wall, opened it, then

stepped back quickly, his face pale.

"The laboratory has been turned inside out!" he shouted. "We are

on the outside!"

"We must get away from here," squalled Pillbot. "Another spasm of

the creature will precipitate us into the street!"

Gault forgot his apprehensions long enough to freeze Harper with

a glance. "This is all your doing," he bawled. "You with your

absurd doodling, which attracted the attention of some Being of

the fourth dimension!" In his anger, he overlooked the fact that

he was contradicting his formerly held opinion.

"The laboratory wrecked," he continued, "and that isn't all!" He

stalked up to the cringing Harper, thrust his face toward him.

"Do you know," he yelled, "why I didn't want to be returned

hastily--why I didn't want you to bring me back by flattening out

the paper cutout? You dolt, did you ever try to get a crease out

of a piece of paper?"

"I--I don't understand," murmured Harper.

"That paper doll was creased, wasn't it?" shouted Gault.

"Once a piece of paper is creased," he resumed heatedly, "it

can't be perfectly flattened out again. At the crease a thin

cross-section continues to bulge--into the third dimension in the

case of that paper cutout. Into the fourth dimension in my case!

_I'm creased too_, at the line where I was bent into the fourth

dimension! Surely you aren't blind?"

Harper staggered back as he saw it--a thin, horizontal line of

light shining through Gault's body--across his waistline, through

clothes and all.

"I shall have to go through life this way," Gault snarled, "due

to your imbecilic 'doodling', your meddling with what you don't

understand. Go about constantly with a slit of daylight showing

through me. _You're fired!_"

"Gentlemen," cried Pillbot. "The entity--we must get away.

Another spasm will surely follow--"

Harper didn't think so. A few feet away he had noticed

something--his statue lying on its side. It was all there,

including the portion that had been in the fourth dimension. The

Entity's "landmark" was gone. Harper didn't believe It would

locate this particular area of the third dimension again.

The scream of a fire siren rose up to them. As a ladder scraped

over the projecting floor, Harper fondly felt the pad in his

pocket with the formula on it. He wasn't worried now about having

been fired. He was seeing visions of a small cottage with


Of course, he would have to be careful in the future with his

"doodling"! He could not again risk attracting the attention of

some four dimensional Being--not with Judith to think about!

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