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_It was getting so a person couldn't sleep nightsanymore._]
_Would you like to see all hell break loose? Just make a few holes in nothing at all--push some steel beams through the holes--and then head for the hills. But first, read what happened to some people who really did it._
HOLES INCORPORATED
By L. Major Reynolds
The red-headed secretary asked, "Names, please?"
"Ted Baker."
"Bill Stephens."
"To see H. Joshua Blair. We have an appointment."
"It's for three-thirty. We called up two weeks ago."
The secretary said, "Oh, yes. I have you on the list." She checked themoff, studied them vaguely, asked, "What was it you wanted to see Mr.Blair about?"
Ted Baker held out the small steel box he was carrying. "About this."
"Ah--what is it?"
"It's a box."
"I can see that," the redhead snapped. "What is it for? What does itdo?"
"It's for construction work. It makes holes."
The girl sighed. It was late in the day and she didn't care much,really. She snapped an intercom button. An inquiring voice rasped ather. She said, "A Mr. Baker and a Mr. Stephens to see you."
Evidently it was all right because she snapped off the button andpointed to a door. "In there."
They went in the door and faced a desk large enough to play tennis on.The man behind the desk gave them a cordial snarl. "Well, what have yougot on your mind? And don't take all day to tell me."
Ted extended the box. "This. We'd like to sell it to you."
"What is it? A bomb?"
"No, sir. It makes holes. It makes holes real quick."
Blair scowled at the box. "What the hell do I want of holes?"
Bill Stephens came forward with further explanation. "You see, sir, Tedand I are inventors. We make, well--things. We've been working on thisinvention in our basement and it seems to be a success."
"We don't quite know why it's a success," Ted said, "but it is."
"We'd like to demonstrate it for you."
"Well, go ahead and demonstrate."
Ted raised the box and aimed it horizontally at nothing in particular.He pressed a black button. There was an odd whirring noise. He took hishand off the button and lowered the box.
"What are you waiting for?" Blair growled.
"Nothing. That's it. I've made the hole."
"Are you two crazy? What kind of a fool trick--?"
Ted reached down and took a pencil off the desk. "May I borrow this?"Without waiting for permission, he put the pencil carefully into theplace he'd pointed the box. Half the pencil disappeared. He took hishand away. The part of the pencil still in sight didn't come with it. Itstayed where it was, lying in thin air, horizontally, with no apparentsupport.
H. Joshua Blair goggled and turned three shades whiter. "Wha-wha-whatthe hell!"
"And now, if you'll try to move the pencil, the demonstration will becomplete."
* * * * *
Like a man in a trance, Blair got up from his desk and grasped thepencil. It wouldn't move. He got red in the face and threw all hisweight on it. It would neither pull nor push. It stayed where it was.Finally Blair backed away from the thing. He leaned on his desk andpanted.
"You see," Ted said, "The hole goes into the fourth dimension. There'sno other explanation. And the fourth dimension holds solider thanconcrete."
Old Blair's head was spinning, but business instinct came quickly to hisrescue. "What happens," he asked, "if something in the third dimensionis in the way?"
"It gets out of the way," Bill said.
Ted demonstrated. He trained the box on the visible remains of thepencil. It vanished.
Blair said, "Well, I'll be damned!"
"We figure this will save you a lot of money in construction work," Billsaid. "You can get along without riveters. You just have a man put holesin girders with this and push the rivets through. You also make holesfor the beam-ends, and your entire building will be anchored in thefourth dimension."
"Do it again," Blair said.
Ted made another hole and put another pencil into it. Blair grasped thepencil and applied leverage. The pencil snapped at the point it enteredthe next dimension but the broken end of the far piece was not to beseen.
Blair asked, "You say you two invented this gadget?"
"That's right," Bill said. "We've got a workshop in my basement. Weinvent in the evenings after we come home from work."
"What do you work at?"
"I read gas meters. He's a clerk in a supermarket."
"I suppose you want money for this thing."
"We'd like to sell it, yes, sir."
"How much do you want for it?"
"Well, we don't know. What's it worth to you?"
"Nothing probably. Leave it here a few days. I'll look it over and letyou know."
"But--"
"And don't call me--I'll call you."
"But--"
"Leave your address and phone number with my secretary."
After Ted and Bill left, Blair yelled, "Get me Jake Steadman in theengineering department!" He didn't bother using the intercom, but hissecretary heard him anyhow.
* * * * *
Ted and Bill went to work on an idea they had for the treatment ofleather. You dipped your shoes in a solution and they lasted forever.The thing didn't work too well, however. It was full of bugs. They triedto eliminate the bugs and once in a while they thought of H. JoshuaBlair.
"Don't you think it's about time he called us?" Ted asked.
"Don't be so impatient. He's a big man. He owns a big company. It takestime."
"He's had over a month."
"Relax. We'll hear from him."
* * * * *
Another week passed, and another, until one evening Ted came gallopinginto the workshop with news. "That big new addition to the City Hall!They're working on it! H. Joshua Blair Construction Company. A big signsays so!"
"Relax. You'll blow a tube."
"Relax hell! He's using our invention to put up the steel girders. Justlike we suggested to him. Guys with boxes like ours making holes andputting in rivets!"
Bill stopped what he was doing. "He said he'd call us. Maybe he forgot.Maybe we better go see him."
They both knocked off work the next day and got to Blair's office atnine o'clock. The red-headed secretary said, "You'll have to make anappointment."
"Appointment hell!" Ted headed for the inner door. Bill followed him.They went into H. Joshua Blair's office to find him in conference withtwo vice-presidents. Ted said, "Mr. Blair, we came--"
"Who in the devil are you?"
"You remember us. Ted Baker and Bill Stephens. We came about ourinvention."
"What invention?"
"Our hole maker. You're using it on the City Hall addition."
Blair glowered. "Where'd you get the idea it was yours? Have you got anypatents to show?"
"Well, no. We didn't--"
"I did! Fourteen good solid patents. You two better go peddle yourgroceries."
"Now look, Mr. Blair."
Blair raised his voice. "Throw these two bums out!"
Three huskies appeared as by magic to do Blair's bidding. As Ted andBill landed on the sidewalk, one of the vice-presidents said, "Do youthink that was smart, H. J.? They might cause trouble."
Blair snorted. "They haven't got a prayer. A meter reader and a groceryclerk!"
"We could have at least given them a few hundred."
"Not o
n your life. Never give a sucker an even break, Jim. Give themanything at all, we acknowledge their claim. That'd be stupid."
"Maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right. It's business. Now about those other bids. By gad!We can run every contractor in town out of competition! They can't touchour prices!"
Out on the sidewalk, Bill and Ted sat mournfully looking up at the vaststeel skeleton, held together literally by their own genius. Ted said,"We got a raw deal."
"Maybe we had it coming. We were pretty stupid."
"Anything we can do?"
"Doesn't look like it."
"Maybe the leather solution will turn out."
"Maybe." Bill looked wistfully up at the steel skeleton. "At even a centa hole, we'd have done all right."
"Let's go home and get to work."
* * * * *
In the Mighty and Benevolent Kingdom of Szkazia, a minor reign of terrorexisted. The King, tired of complaints from his subjects, had justfinished dressing down his Prime Minister. The Prime Minister waspassing the abuse on to his Chief Scientist. "If something isn't donesoon, I won't be responsible for your head, my friend. The King is in arage."
The eyes of the Chief Scientist watered--partly from fear, and partlyfrom nights and days spent in his laboratory beating out his brains onone idea after another.
"I'm doing my best, sire--"
"It's not good enough! These steel girders coming out of nowhere!Banging people in the head--whacking them in the stomach! Why it isn'tsafe to walk through the halls of the Administration Building. Even thebedrooms of the Executive Apartments are not safe! The other night theDirector of Propaganda had just gone to bed--"
"I know of the incident," the Chief Scientist said hurriedly.
"Oh, you do? But you've done nothing about--"
"I've been working hard," the scientist said patiently, "and I think Ihave the solution. Give me another day."
"One day, then. After that--" The Prime Minister made a significantslicing motion with his finger.
* * * * *
The Prime Minister chewed his fingernails and watched the clock. Sleepwas out of the question with the King calling up every little whileyelling for action. The Minister counted the hours and presented himselfat the Royal Laboratories precisely twenty-four hours later. "Time'sup," he snapped.
The Chief Scientist was wiping his face. There were new lines around hismouth. He indicated a small steel box. "I think I've got it," he said."Come with me."
They went swiftly to the Administration Building. "This should be closeenough. We depress this lever and--and hope."
"Well, do it--do it!"
The Chief Scientist pushed the lever on the steel box. A whirring soundcame from within. All the steel girder ends in sight--all the nastylittle rivets--disappeared. The Chief Scientist smiled and wiped hisface again. "It worked," he said.
"Excellent. I'll see that you get a medal."
"Thank you," the Chief Scientist said sadly. That was the trouble withpeople nowadays. They either handed you a medal or your head.
* * * * *
Ted and Bill stared sadly at the mess around the City Hall. Bill said,"It's a good thing it collapsed at night so nobody was killed, isn'tit?"
"You said it. I'd have felt guilty if there'd been any casualties."
"What do you suppose went wrong?"
"You got me. What do you think they'll do to old Blair?"
"I don't know, but it looks pretty bad. They refused to let him out onbail."
"Serves him right. The way he treated us."
"You've got it wrong. He treated us swell. He did us a big favor. Wecould have been blamed for this."
Bill thought it over before saying, "I guess you're right. I hadn'tlooked at it that way."
"Let's go home and get to work on the leather solution."
So they did.
THE END
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from _If Worlds of Science Fiction_ September 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.