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on the front door. Who could that be at this hour? If there were more of Wells’s scruffy friends about, she’d send them packing soon enough. She yanked open the door. The fog had lifted, and she had to shield her eyes from the rising sun.
    â€œMr. Wells is not receiving any more guests this evening, gentlemen,” she said haughtily to two hard-looking but sheepish men. They removed their hats and straightened their ill-fitting suits. She was about to slam the door in their faces when one of them flashed a badge.
    â€œMorning, mum. I’m Inspector Adams. Scotland Yard. I apologize for the hour, but is the man of the house about?”
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    After Wells had made his announcement, the guests had leaped up and begun bombarding him with questions, the most vociferous being Stephenson. H.G. had never seen the man so excited. His shouting went beyond the bounds of decorous behavior. Wells imagined that Stephenson was acting very much like a converted disciple to Catholicism. And why not? The time machine would nullify death and, he mused, hopefully the existence of God, too.
    When his guests had calmed themselves, H.G. endeavored to explain. He kept his account as simple as possible, realizing that he had been studying and testing the concepts of time and fourth-dimensional geometry for years. His friends hadn’t, and he wanted to convince them irrevocably.
    â€œGentlemen. Atoms rotate through the solar system just as the solar system rotates through the universe. The universe also turns while it travels at the speed of light through space.
    â€œWhat I have discovered is that both the past and the future exist
permanently in our universe, but our consciousness sees only ‘now’ because it has been conditioned to do so—perhaps by nature’s dictatorial need to maintain order.
    â€œTime planes, or spheres, are adjacent to the one we now find ourselves in, and they function according to the laws of the Gaussian coordinates. In other words, our particular time dimension is merely an electromagnetic field. Swirl, if you will.
    â€œWhat I have done is constructed a machine which juxtaposes fields of energy, creating friction. The result is an ever-increasing and magnifying series of chain reactions which lift, or literally rotate, the machine out of one time sphere and into another. Acceleration will keep the machine and its occupant above all time spheres in a conscious but vaporized state. You may go into the past or the future at will.”
    â€œHow do you know which is which?” asked Grinnell.
    â€œIf you rotate to the west, you gain yesterdays. To the east, you accumulate tomorrows.” H.G. drained his glass of claret and poured more.
    â€œAnd if you go north, you’ll find Scotland, and south, you’ll end up in the Thames,” remarked Smythe sarcastically. “I say balderdash!”
    â€œQuiet!” snapped Stephenson. He turned to face H.G., his eyes wide and glistening. “Does the device work, Wells?”
    â€œTheoretically. I have not tested it yet because I have been concerned with the re-entry problem. Although this morning I installed what I term the Interstices Vaporizing Regulator. Hopefully, it will automatically keep passengers above the time spheres if it detects danger.”
    â€œWhat danger?”
    â€œWell, you wouldn’t want to stop off in the middle of a pestilence or a war.”
    â€œDoesn’t the time machine stay where it is?” queried Grinnell perceptively.

    â€œOf course it does, but in a thousand years England may have sunk, and this house may be on the bottom of the Atlantic. In such a case the IVR would sound a warning, take over the controls and guide the passenger to the nearest safe landing date.” He paused. “In addition to the IVR, the machine has another safety feature. The Rotation Reversal Lock. This device automatically returns the machine to its starting date after the completion