“Those plates aren’t misdated,” Roger said doggedly. “I dated them myself.”
“That proves it,” Harry told him. “Go on home. It’s five o’clock. If Pollux moved a tenth of a second last night, I’ll move it back for you.”
So Roger left.
He felt uneasy somehow, as though he shouldn’t have. He couldn’t put his finger on just what worried him, but something did. He decided to walk home instead of taking the bus.
Pollux was a fixed star. It couldn’t have moved a tenth of a second in twenty-four hours.
“Let’s see—thirty-two light years.” Roger said to himself. “Tenth of a second. Why, that would be movement several times faster than the speed of light. Which is positively silly!”
Wasn’t it?
He didn’t feel much like studying or reading tonight. Was three dollars enough to take out Elsie?
The three balls of a pawnshop loomed ahead, and Roger succumbed to temptation. He pawned his watch and then phoned Elsie. “Dinner and a show?”
“Why certainly, Roger.”