"We arrived, as the books say, just in time," the Patrolman told him. "They weren't making believe." He offered a bowl of fruit to his prisoner. "We'll be here for another hour yet. Eat something."
Weakly, Harding shook his head no. He sat down, suddenly pale at what the officer had said.
He didn't feel very hungry.
... THE END
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from If: Worlds of Science Fiction 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.