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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: His unexpected lunch date had come back from the future to find him. Should he be flattered? Or worried?

eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Vortex Science Fiction, 1953
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2007

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Words: 3981
Reading time: 11-15 min.
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"Okay, young lady," he said crisply, "what's the idea?"

The girl across the table straightened up. The pink sweater seemed to fall into smoother lines, neat and shapely; she made a single swift tidying gesture that did strange things to the tangled hair. The empty, blank face suddenly had intelligence and driving personality behind it, wholly irreconcilable with his first impression of dismay and bewilderment. She smiled winningly.

"I'm very sorry. Doctor," she said, and her voice had a lovely resonance, less an accent than an intonation; not foreign, but very different from the normal girl's voice. "I suppose you will be thinking all kinds of bad things of me. But there was absolutely no other way to contact you. After all, I couldn't exactly speak to you at the laboratory."

Actually, it was the way she pronounced laboratory--with a deep broad accent on the final "o" and a dark emphasis that gave her voice a resonance less contralto than baritone--that made Landers decide to listen. She didn't stop talking for him to decide, of course. She was talking steadily through his decision. "You are Dr. Landers, I hope?"

"I am Dr. James Thurman Landers, M.D.," Jim confirmed tartly. "If you wanted Dr. Roy Landers, he is out of town, and if you wanted Dr. Warner Landers, my father is in his office waiting for me to go back so he can go to lunch."

The girl frowned. "Don't be sarcasmic--sarcastical!" she snapped. "The book said Dr. James. That's you?"

"That's me. What book?" Jim stared. "What do you want?"