"Simon Hawke - Sorcerer 1 - The Reluctant Sorcerer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

have liked having some solid data before he made the
attempt. However, Bugs seemed none the worse for wear
after his two journeys, so Brewster felt the risk was justi-
fied. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

He had set everything up again, carefully following the
same procedure, and he had programmed in the sequence,
complete with auto-return commands. He had then set the
timer, and turned around to pick up his notepad and his pen
before getting into the machine... only when he turned
around again, the thing had disappeared. The trouble was,
this time, it did not come back. This was why Brewster had
been so distracted during the past two months, while Pamela
had been trying to get him to the church. She wanted him to
say "I do," only he kept repeating, "I don't get it."

The first time he had missed the wedding, he'd been
sequestered in the library, combing through the work of
Albert Einstein to see if maybe there was something he'd
missed. There wasn't. The second time he blew it, when
he'd made the trip to Liverpool, he had gone to pick up the

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special microchip component that would allow him to as-
semble several more circuit boards for the auto-return mod-
ules, so he could run tests to see where the thing might have
malfunctioned. The third time, the occasion of Pamela's
breakdown in communications with her father, he'd been
locked up in the lab, putting the circuit boards together and
assembling the modules. And so far as he could tell, there
were no problems in the wiring or the assembly.

He found the whole experience extremely frustrating and
he had taken to carrying at least one of the modules around
with him, taking it apart and putting it back together again
repeatedly, running tests and scratching his head and gener-
ally being off in the ozone somewhere, which Pamela found
rather trying. However, she was a patient woman and she
knew that as soon as Brewster managed to clear up whatev-
er problem was presently occupying his attention, there
would be a space of time, however short, in which he would
be receptive to new ideas. Such as getting married, for
instance. So Pamela didn't press. But the moment he worked
out whatever it was that he was working on, she was going
to pounce.

The commercial ended and Brewster set the little black
box that he had reassembled back down on the coffee table.
Almost absently, he tripped a little switch on it. And an