_He forestalled her. "I've been thinking things over, Julie. I believe you'd be much happier if you were living with brother Carl. I'll give you as much money as you need, and you can pack your things and I'll take you down to Louisiana."_ _"Take me!" she exclaimed. "How? In that crazy contraption of yours?"_ _"Precisely."_ _"Oh no!" she said. "You don't get me into that machine! How do I know what it will do to me? It's a time machine, isn't it? It might make an old hag of me--or a baby!"_ _"You said that you wanted to be young again, didn't you?" he said softly. "You said you'd like another chance...."_ _A faraway look came into her eyes. "Oh, if I only could! If I only could be a girl again, with a chance to get married...."_ _"Pack your things," Vanderkamp said quietly._ * * * * * "It must have been all of a month before I saw Vanderkamp again," Harrigan continued, waving for another scotch and soda. "I was down in the vicinity on an assignment and I took a run over to his place. "He was home this time. He came to the door, which he had chained on the inside. He recognized me, and it was plain at the same time that he had no intention of letting me in. "I came right out with the first question I had in mind. 'The thing that bothers me,' I said to him, 'is how you get that time machine of yours in and out of that shed.' "'Mr. Harrigan,' he answered, 'newspaper reporters ought to have at least elementary scientific knowledge. You don't. How in hell could even a time machine be in two places at once, I ask you? If I take that machine back three centuries, that's where it is--not here. And three centuries ago that shop wasn't standing there. So you don't go in or out; you don't move at all, remember? It's time that moves.' "'I called the other day,' I went on. 'Your sister spoke to me. Give her my regards.' "'My sister's left me,' he said shortly, 'to stew, as you might say, in my own time machine.' "'Really?' I said. 'Just what do you have in mind to do next?' "'Let me ask _you_ something, Mr. Harrigan,' he answered. 'Would you sit around here waiting for an atomic war if you could get away?' "'Certainly not,' I answered. "'Well, then, I don't intend to, either.' "All this while he was standing at the door, refusing to open it any wider or to let me in. He was making it pretty plain that there wasn't much he had to say to me. And he seemed to be in a hurry. "'Remember me to the inquiring public thirty years hence, Mr. Harrigan,' he said at last, and closed the door. "That was the last I saw of him." Harrigan finished his scotch and soda appreciatively and looked around for the bartender. "Did he take off then?" I asked.