"So I went back to my desk and wrote the story. You could guess what kind it had to be. 'Time Travel Is Possible, Says Amateur Scientist!'—that kind of thing. You can see it every week, in large doses, in the feature sections of some of the biggest chain papers. It went over like an average feature about life on the moon or prehistoric animals surviving in remote mountain valleys, or what have you. Just what Vanderkamp went back to after I left, I don't know, but I have an idea that he gave his sister a devil of a time."
Vanderkamp stalked into the house and confronted his sister.
"You see, Julie—a reporter. Can't you learn to hold your tongue?"
She threw him a scornful glance. "What difference does it make?" she cried. "You're gone all the time."
"Maybe I'll take you along sometime. Just wait."
"Wait, wait! That's all I've been doing. Since I was ten years old I've been waiting on you!"
"Oh, the hell with it!" He turned on his heel and left the house.
She followed him to the door and shouted after him, "Where are you going now?"
"To New Amsterdam for a little peace and quiet," he said testily.