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it. His mouth was also open, open like the mouth of a dog that has been backed into a corner and is
being whipped.

Professor Uppercue wheeled his head in different directions as he ran. He seemed to be looking
everywhere, hoping, it was suddenly apparent, for a place to which to flee. He was carrying two articles.

One object that he carried seemed to be his laboratory apron. It was a long rubber apron and he had it in
his left hand.

The second item was carried in his right hand, and it was more unusual. It was a cylinder, apparently
made of aluminum. It was about three inches in diameter and as long as an average manтАЩs arm, and
capped at each end.

He kept running, and glaring about in search of some place to run to.

There did not seem to be anything chasing him.

The crowd made the natural mistake. They decided that Professor Martin Uppercue had gone insane. So
an effort was commenced to seize the madman.

The attempt to seize Professor Uppercue failed, but it did accomplish two things.

A man snatched Professor UppercueтАЩs rubber apron, and kept it, and later turned it over to the proper
authorities, and it proved very important.

Secondly, they learned something about that aluminumlike cylinder that Professor Uppercue carried. He
whacked different people over the head with itтАФthe thing was light, and did not greatly damage the
recipients of the blows. But several persons were able to testify that a whispering sound came from inside
the cylinder.

The sound from inside the cylinder was generally described as a whisper. One man testified it was more
like the scuffling of a shoe across a bare floor.

Professor Uppercue got away and ran. He clutched the mysterious aluminumlike tube with both arms.



THE flamboyant heart of the Fair Grounds had been called the Theme Center. Here was locked the
great spherical Perisphere that was like a mammoth white tennis ball two hundred feet in diameter, from
around its base shooting upward great sprays of water that made it appear the huge ball of steel was
floating on a fountain, and circling these fountains was a white, circular promenade bordered by heavy
shrubs and foliage.

Professor Uppercue dived into this expensively landscaped brush patch.

There were two impressive structures in this Theme Center. One, of course, was the globular
PerisphereтАФthe two-hundred-foot white tennis ball of a thing. The other impressive item was the Trylon,
a spike of steel seven hundred feet high coming to a needle point at the top. The minds that conceived the
theme of the Fair had been unable to imagine anything more modernistic than this ball-shaped Perisphere
and the needle-shaped Trylon, and the two were connected by a rising rampтАФa wide sidewalk that