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Updated: June 27, 2025
Kent was alive, and that Polter was the midnight marauder. As we grew older, we began to search for Polter. It seemed to us, that if we could once get our hands on him, we could drag from him the truth which the police had failed to get. The call of a traffic director in mid-Vermont brought me back from these memories.
Polter always kept it locked, but it leads into a corridor. We must get out of here. A crack under the door is that it, off there?" Dr. Kent pointed into the gloomy blur of distance. "We're horribly small it's so far to run and I've lost my sense of direction." The drug had ceased its action.
Polter was standing by the chair in which the man at the microscope was sitting. And Polter's head barely reached its seat! Babs was clinging to him now. Another moment and they were both tiny figures down by the chair-leg. Then they began walking with swaying steps toward the miniature railing of the white slab. The white reflection from the slab plainly illumined them.
Polter told me afterwards she was 'just a lady, rolling in recently acquired wealth, and 'as hard to please as if she had never washed her own doorstep. It was then I learnt the difference between 'a lady' and 'a real lady."
Around it, completely enclosing it, Polter had built a stone and brick wall. A miniature of the Great Wall in China! We could see that it was fully thirty feet high with what evidently were naked high-voltage wires protecting its top. There were half a dozen little gates, securely barred, with doubtless a guard at each of them.
But a trifle larger the size of one of Polter's giants we would be able to make it. We would be seen, but in the pale starlight, keeping away from the city as much as possible, we might only be mistaken for Polter's people. And when we got closer we would diminish our size, creep into the boat, get near Babs and Polter and then plan what to do.
But he had twisted and my back was against the cliff. The rocks were shoving at us, insistently pushing with almost a living movement. Polter staggered with me. His grip on my throat tightened, shutting off my breath. My senses whirled. His grim sardonic face over me became blurred. I tore futilely at my throat to break his choking grip. All the world was a roaring chaos to my fading senses.
"You speak my language, some of you. Then listen!" The crowd fell silent. "Listen. This iss your future Queen. Can you see her? She iss small now. But she has the magic power. Soon she will be large, like me." The crowd was shouting again. It surged forward, but it lacked a leader, and those in advance shoved backward in fear. Polter spoke again. "This girl from my world, you will like her.
Through one of its open windows, so the police said, an intruder had entered. There was evidence of a struggle, but it must have been short, because neither Babs, Alan, the housekeeper, nor any of the neighbors had heard anything. And the fragment of golden quartz was gone! The police investigation came to nothing. Polter was found in New York. He withstood the police questions.
We carefully drew ourselves to the front lattice. Polter was standing, and we had the white sheen from his shirt front. A sheer drop was outside the bars, but looking down I could see the outlines of his body with the huge spread of the boat's cockpit underneath us. A confusion of rumbling voices sounded. Blurred giant shapes were outside.
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