Машина времени
Chapter 1
ThePsychologistrecoveredfromhisstupor,andsuddenlylookedunderthetable. AtthattheTimeTravellerlaughedcheerfully. ‘Well? ’hesaid,withareminiscenceofthePsychologist. Then,gettingup,hewenttothetobaccojaronthemantel,andwithhisbacktousbegantofillhispipe.
Westaredateachother. ‘Lookhere,’saidtheMedicalMan,‘areyouinearnestaboutthis? Doyouseriouslybelievethatthatmachinehastravelledintotime?’
‘Certainly,’saidtheTimeTraveller,stoopingtolightaspillatthefire. Thenheturned,lightinghispipe,tolookatthePsychologist’sface. (ThePsychologist,toshowthathewasnotunhinged,helpedhimselftoacigarandtriedtolightituncut.) ‘Whatismore,Ihaveabigmachinenearlyfinishedinthere’—heindicatedthelaboratory—‘andwhenthatisputtogetherImeantohaveajourneyonmyownaccount.’
‘Youmeantosaythatthatmachinehastravelledintothefuture?’saidFilby.
‘Intothefutureorthepast—Idon’t,forcertain,knowwhich.’
AfteranintervalthePsychologisthadaninspiration. ‘Itmusthavegoneintothepastifithasgoneanywhere,’hesaid.
‘Why? ’saidtheTimeTraveller.
‘BecauseIpresumethatithasnotmovedinspace,andifittravelledintothefutureitwouldstillbehereallthistime,sinceitmusthavetravelledthroughthistime.’
‘But,’Isaid,‘Ifittravelledintothepastitwouldhavebeenvisiblewhenwecamefirstintothisroom;andlastThursdaywhenwewerehere;andtheThursdaybeforethat;andsoforth!’