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Updated: July 27, 2025
"Babs, we must make him stop. It he sits down to rest you might get him to take you out. I must reach his drugs." "Yes. I'll try it, George." Polter was momentarily standing motionless as though gazing around him, judging what to do next. His size seemed stationary. Beyond our bars we could see the distant circular walls as though this were some giant crater-pit in which Polter was standing.
Light everywhere was growing. Beyond the nearby brink of the abyss was a white reflected radiance from beneath. Abruptly I realized there was a level, flat white plain running far off there in the distance. Overhead a radiance contracted into a spot of light. A shape in the sky moved! I heard a faraway rumble a human voice! The body of Polter lay at my feet. It was hardly the length of my forearm.
Tremendous expanded bodies! They saw us come to grips; saw the great hunched Polter bend me backward, choking me. Our bodies lurched. Our huge legs with a single step brought us to the center of the valley. It was a shrinking valley to Alan, Babs and Dr. Kent, for they too, were enlarging. But the fighting giant figures were growing faster.
In the shadow of the cushion I moved some ten feet. On the undulating top of the cushion the little golden cage stood with its lattice door open. It was a few feet from my face. I fumbled at my belt for the diminishing vial. I found one pellet left. Well, that would be enough. I was hurried. Alan might discover me. Polter might put Babs back in the cage and close its door.
I heard his guttural voice. "That iss better." They mounted the platform. They were very small and seemed to be far away. I blinked. Horror surged over me. Their figures were dwindling as they stood there. Polter was saying something to the man at the microscope. Other men were nearby, watching. All were normal, save Polter and Babs. A moment passed.
I half fell, striking my shoulder against the opposite wall, and I saw Polter leap at the dwindling brink and scramble out. I was nearly wedged. As I rose, the top of the pit only reached my waist. Polter had fallen on the upper ground, and was on hands and knees. Instead of standing up, he lurched at me trying to shove me back. But I was out; I clutched at him. We were almost of a size now.
There was nothing except suspicion upon which he could be held, and he was finally released. Immediately thereafter, he disappeared. Neither Alan, Babs nor I saw Polter again. Dr. Kent had never been heard from to this day, four years later when I flew to join the twins in Quebec. And now Alan told me that Polter was up there! We had never ceased to believe that Dr.
Polter heavens, one couldn't mistake that build and his face, his features, just the same as when we knew him." "Then what's so weird?" I demanded. "His age." There was a queer solemn hush in Alan's voice. "George, when we knew Polter, he was about twenty-five, wasn't he? Well, that was four years ago. But he isn't twenty-nine now. I swear it is the same man, but he isn't around thirty.
"Yes, that's what we're planning. But George, here on this boat " "Of course not. Can't do it here. Tell Glora, to be sure to follow Polter. Whatever happens, you'll think of nothing else: you won't will you?" "George, what " "We've got to make some opportunity." I was trembling inside, fearful that Alan would be suspicious of me.
Under my arm was a huge cylinder vial. It was black, the enlarging drug. I set it down. They stared at me in my bloodstained garments. "George! You're " "His blood, not mine." I tried to smile. "Here's the drug he carried. Evidently Polter was only sending him out because I found just the one drug." "What'll we do with it?" Alan demanded. "Look at the size of it!" "Destroy it," said Glora.
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