Produced by Greg Weeks, Irma Spehar and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net THE TIME TRADERS BY ANDRE NORTON _Science Fiction_ THE STARS ARE OURS! STAR BORN THE TIME TRADERS _Historical Fiction_ YANKEE PRIVATEER _Edited by Andre Norton_ BULLARD OF THE SPACE PATROL SPACE SERVICE SPACE PIONEERS SPACE POLICE _Andre Norton_ THE TIME TRADERS CLEVELAND AND NEW YORK THE WORLD PUBLISHING COMPANY _Published by_ The World Publishing Company 2231 West 110th Street, Cleveland 2, Ohio _Published simultaneously in Canada by_ Nelson, Foster & Scott Ltd. _Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 58-11154_ SECOND PRINTING 2WP759 Copyright (c) 1958 by The World Publishing Company All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher, except for brief passages included in a review appearing in a newspaper or magazine. Printed in the United States of America. Transcriber's note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the copyright on this publication was renewed. THE TIME TRADERS CHAPTER 1 To anyone who glanced casually inside the detention room the young man sitting there did not seem very formidable. In height he might have been a little above average, but not enough to make him noticeable. His brown hair was cropped conservatively; his unlined boy's face was not one to be remembered--unless one was observant enough to note those light-gray eyes and catch a chilling, measuring expression showing now and then for an instant in their depths. Neatly and inconspicuously dressed, in this last quarter of the twentieth century his like was to be found on any street of the city ten floors below--to all outward appearances. But that other person under the protective coloring so assiduously cultivated could touch heights of encased and controlled fury which Murdock himself did not understand and was only just learning to use as a weapon against a world he had always found hostile. He was aware, though he gave no sign of it, that a guard was watching him. The cop on duty was an old hand--he probably expected some reaction other than passive acceptance from the prisoner. But he was not going to get it. The law had Ross sewed up tight this time. Why didn't they get about the business of shipping him off? Why had he had that afternoon session with the skull thumper? Ross had been on the defensive then, and he had not liked it. He had given to the other's questions all the attention his shrewd mind could muster, but a faint, very faint, apprehension still clung to the memory of that meeting. The door of the detention room opened. Ross did not turn his head, but the guard cleared his throat as if their hour of mutual silence had dried his vocal cords. "On your feet, Murdock! The judge wants to see you."