his neck into his celluloid collar.
The Old Man glanced up, laying aside his book. He studied the Clerk calmly, his faded blue eyes mild—a deep, ancient mildness that made the Clerk tremble even more. He took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow.
“I understand there was a mistake,” the Old Man murmured. “In connection with Sector T137. Something to do with an element from an adjoining area.”
“That’s right.” The Clerk’s voice was faint and husky. “Very unfortunate.”
“What exactly occurred?”
“I started out this morning with my instruction sheets. The material relating to T137 had top priority, of course. I served notice on the Summoner in my area that an eight-fifteen summons was required.”
“Did the Summoner understand the urgency?”
“Yes, sir.” The Clerk hesitated. “But—”
“But what?”
The Clerk twisted miserably. “While my back was turned, the Summoner crawled back in his shed and went to sleep. I was occupied, checking the exact time with my watch. I called the moment—but there was no response.”
“You called at eight-fifteen exactly?”
“Yes, sir! Exactly eight-fifteen. But the Summoner was asleep. By the time I managed to arouse him it was eight-sixteen. He summoned, but instead of A Friend with a Car we got a—A Life Insurance Salesman.” The Clerk’s face screwed up with disgust. “The Salesman kept the element there until almost nine-thirty. Therefore he was late to work instead of early.”
For a moment the Old Man was silent. “Then the element was not within T137 when the adjustment began.”
“No. He arrived about ten o’clock.”
“During the middle of the adjustment.” The Old Man got to his feet and paced slowly back and forth, face grim, hands behind his back. His long robe flowed out behind him. “A serious matter. During a Sector Adjustment all related elements from other Sectors must be included. Otherwise, their orientations remain out of phase. When this element entered T137, the adjustment had been in progress fifty minutes. The element encountered the Sector at its most de-energized stage. He wandered about until one of the adjustment teams met him.”
“Did they catch him?”
“Unfortunately no. He fled, out of the Sector. Into a nearby fully energized area.”
“What—what then?”
The Old Man stopped pacing, his lined face grim. He ran a heavy hand through his long white hair. “We do not know. We lost contact with him. We will reestablish contact soon, of course. But for the moment he is out of control.”
“What are you going to do?”
“He must be contacted and contained. He must be brought up here. There’s no other solution.”
“Up here!”
“It is too late to de-energize him. By the time he is regained he will have told others. To wipe his mind clean would only complicate matters. Usual methods will not suffice. I must deal with this problem myself.”
“I hope he’s located quickly,” the Clerk said.
“He will be. Every Watcher is alerted. Every Watcher and every Summoner.” The Old Man’s eyes twinkled. “Even the Clerks, although we hesitate to count on them.”
The Clerk flushed. “I’ll be glad when this thing is over,” he muttered.
* * * *
Ruth came tripping down the stairs and out of the building, into the hot noonday sun. She lit a cigarette and hurried along the walk, her small bosom rising and falling as she breathed in the spring air.
“Ruth.” Ed stepped up behind her.
“Ed!” She spun, gasping in astonishment. “What are you doing away from—?”
“Come on.” Ed grabbed her arm, pulling her along. “Let’s keep moving.”
“But what—?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Ed’s face was pale and grim. “Let’s go where we can talk. In private.”
“I was going down to have lunch at Louie’s. We can talk there.” Ruth hurried along breathlessly. “What is it? What’s happened? You look so strange. And why aren’t you at work? Did you—did you get fired?”
They crossed the street and entered a small restaurant. Men and women milled around, getting their lunch. Ed found a table in the back, secluded in a corner.
“Here.” He sat down abruptly. “This will do.”
She slid into the other chair.
Ed ordered a cup of coffee. Ruth had salad and creamed tuna on toast, coffee and peach pie. Silently, Ed watched her as she ate, his face dark and moody.
“Please tell me,” Ruth begged.
“You really want to know?”
“Of course I want to know!” Ruth put her small hand anxiously on his. “I’m your wife.”
“Something happened today. This morning. I was late to work. A damn insurance man came by and held me up. I was half an hour late.”
Ruth caught her breath. “Douglas fired you.”
“No.” Ed ripped a paper napkin slowly into bits. He stuffed the bits in the half-empty water glass. “I was worried as hell. I got off the bus and hurried down the street. I noticed it when I stepped up on the curb in front of the office.”
“Noticed what?”
Ed told her. The whole works. Everything.
When he had finished, Ruth sat back, her face white, hands trembling. “I see,” she murmured. “No wonder you’re upset.” She drank a little cold coffee, the cup rattling against the saucer. “What a terrible thing.”
Ed leaned intently toward his wife. “Ruth. Do you think I’m going crazy?”
Ruth’s red lips twisted. “I don’t know what to say. It’s so strange…”
“Yeah. Strange is hardly the word for it. I poked my hands right through them. Like they were clay. Old dry clay. Dust. Dust figures.” Ed lit a cigarette from Ruth’s pack. “When I got out I looked back and there it was. The office building. Like always.”
“You were afraid Mr. Douglas would bawl you out, weren’t you?”
“Sure. I was afraid—and guilty.” Ed’s eyes flickered. “I know what you’re thinking. I was late and I couldn’t face him. So I had some sort of protective psychotic fit. Retreat from reality.” He stubbed the cigarette out savagely. “Ruth, I’ve been wandering around town since. Two and a half hours. Sure, I’m afraid. I’m afraid like hell to go back.”
“Of Douglas?”
“No! The men in white.” Ed shuddered. “God. Chasing me. With their damn hoses and—and equipment.”
Ruth was silent. Finally she looked up at her husband, her dark eyes bright. “You have to go back, Ed.”
“Back? Why?”
“To prove something.”
“Prove what?”
“Prove it’s all right.” Ruth’s hand pressed against his. “You have to, Ed. You have to go back and face it. To show yourself there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“The hell with it! After what I saw? Listen, Ruth. I saw the fabric of reality split open. I saw—behind. Underneath. I saw what was really there. And I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to see dust people again. Ever.”
Ruth’s