nd an overwhelming desire to put a bad
fright into his roommate in payment for what he considered a monstrous
act of duplicity. It would serve Travail right if, once he entered the
secondary plane of the shell, he would be forced to stay there a while.
A good scare would cause him to leave, maybe.

Sutter moved up behind the bearded man and gave him a violent shove
forward. "In you go!" he cried hysterically.

Travail pitched head foremost. But, spinning, he clutched at Sutter's
arm, gripping it with the desperation of a drowning man. Half inside,
half outside the cone of blue light he seemed propelled into the depths
of the bisected shell by an irresistible force. In vain did Sutter fight
to release the hold upon his arm. His squirming legs fastened themselves
about the legs of a heavy Windsor chair, kicked frantically.

The chair spun from between his feet and lurched heavily across the room
where it fell hard upon the television set, shattering the glowing
screen into a thousand fragments. Simultaneously, Sutter slid forward
into the bisected shell as the cone of light vanished after him....

Mrs. Conworth, the landlady, reported the disappearance of her two
roomers on August first, a week after she last saw them. First, however,
to the disgust of the police, she cleaned their apartment, giving to the
trash man all valueless and inconsequential articles, including a box of
old sea shells which she found in the closet. It was a curious fact that
neither Sutter nor Travail possessed relatives or friends to make
inquiry as to their whereabouts and thus without incentive the official
search died into nothing.

Mrs. Conworth rather regretted the loss of her bachelor roomers and, as
she said to her neighbor across the street, she kept one memento of
them--a thing that looked like a shell but wasn't a shell. She thought
it must be one of them optical illusion things.

"When you look at it in a certain way," said Mrs. Conworth, "it seems as
if there are two tiny men inside it, fighting to get out."

Transcriber's Note:

This etext was produced from _Fantastic Universe_ May 1954.
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.

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