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Many Dimensions
by Charles Williams
1931
CONTENTS
THE STONE
THE PUPIL OF ORGANIC LAW
THE TALE OF THE END OF DESIRE
VISION IN THE STONE
THE LOSS OF A TYPE
THE PROBLEM OF TIME
THE MIRACLES AT RICH
THE CONFERENCE
THE ACTION OF LORD ARGLAY
THE APPEAL OF THE MAYOR OF RICH
THE FIRST REFUSAL OF CHLOE BURNETT
NATIONAL TRANSPORT
THE REFUSAL OF LORD ARGLAY
THE SECOND REFUSAL OF CHLOE BURNETT
THE POSSESSIVENESS OF MR. FRANK LINDSAY
THE DISCOVERY OF SIR GILES TUMULTY
THE JUDGEMENT OF LORD ARGLAY
THE PROCESS OF ORGANIC LAW
THE STONE
“Do you mean,” Sir Giles said, “that the thing never gets
smaller?”
“Never,” the Prince answered. “So much of its virtue has entered into
its outward form that whatever may happen to it there is no change.
From the beginning it was as it is now.”
“Then by God, sir,” Reginald Montague exclaimed, “you’ve got the
transport of the world in your hands.”
Neither of the two men made any answer. The Persian, sitting back in
his chair, and Sir Giles, sitting forward on the edge of his, were both
gazing at the thing which lay on the table. It was a circlet of old,
tarnished, and twisted gold, in the centre of which was set a cubical
stone measuring about half an inch every way, and having apparently
engraved on it certain Hebrew letters. Sir Giles picked it up, rather
cautiously, and concentrated his gaze on them. The motion awoke a
doubt
in Montague’s mind.
“But supposing you chipped one of the letters off?” he asked. “Aren’t
they awfully important? Wouldn’t that destroy the—the effect?”
“They are the letters of the Tetragrammaton,” the Persian said drily,
“if you call that important. But they are not engraved on the Stone;
they are in the centre—they are, in fact, the Stone.”
“O!” Mr. Montague said vaguely, and looked at his uncle Sir Giles, who
said nothing at all. This, after a few minutes, seemed to compel
Montague to a fresh attempt.
“You see, sir?” he said, leaning forward almost excitedly. “If what the
Prince says is true, and we’ve proved that it is, a child could use
it.”
“You are not, I suppose,” the Persian asked, “proposing to limit it to
children? A child could use it, but in adult hands it may be more
dangerous.”
“Dangerous be damned,” Montague said more excitedly than before, “It’s
a marvellous chance—it’s… it’s a miracle. The thing’s as simple as
pie. Circlets like this with the smallest fraction of the Stone in
each. We could ask what we liked for them—thousands of pounds each, if
we like. No trains, no tubes, no aeroplanes. Just the thing on your
forehead, a minute’s concentration, and whoosh!”
The Prince made a sudden violent movement, and then again a silence
fell.
It was late at night. The three were sitting in Sir Giles Tumulty’s
house at Ealing-Sir Giles himself, the traveller and archaeologist;
Reginald Montague, his nephew and a stockbroker; and the Prince Ali
Mirza Khan, First Secretary to the Persian Ambassador at the court of
St. James. At the gate of the house stood the Prince’s car; Montague
was
playing with a fountain-pen; all the useful tricks of modern
civilization were at hand. And on the table, as Sir Giles put it
slowly down, lay all that was left of the Crown of Suleiman ben Daood,
King in Jerusalem,
Sir Giles looked across at the Prince. “Can you move other people with
it, or is it like season-tickets?”
“I do not know,” the Persian said gravely. “Since the time of Suleiman
(may the Peace be upon him!) no one has sought to make profit from it.”
“Ha!” said Mr. Montague, surprised. “O come now, Prince!”
“Or if they have,” the Prince went on, “they and their names and all
that they did have utterly perished from the earth.”
“Ha!” said Mr. Montague again, a little blankly. “O well, we can see.
But you take my advice and get out of Rails. Look here, uncle, we want
to keep this thing quiet.”
“Eh?” Sir Giles said. “Quiet? No, I don’t particularly want to keep it
quiet. I want to talk to Palliser about it—after me he knows more about
these things than anyone. And I want to see Van Eilendorf—and perhaps
Cobham, though his nonsense about the double pillars at Baghdad was the
kind of tripe that nobody but a broken-down Houndsditch sewer-rat would
talk.”
The Prince stood up. “I have shown you and told you these things,” he
said, “because you knew too much already, and that you may see how very
precious is the Holy Thing which you have there. I ask you again to
restore it to the guardians from whom you stole it. I warn you that if
you do not-”
“I didn’t steal it,” Sir Giles broke in. “I bought it. Go and ask the
fellow who sold it to me.”
“Whether you stole by bribery or by force is no matter,” the Prince
went on. “You very well know that he who betrayed it to you broke the
trust of generations. I do not know what pleasure you find in it or
for
what you mean to use it, unless indeed you will make it a talisman for
travel. But however that may be, I warn you that it is dangerous to
all
men and especially dangerous to such unbelievers as you. There are
dangers within the Stone, and other dangers from those who were sworn
to guard the Stone. I offer you again as much money as you can desire
if you will return it.”
“O well, as to money,” Reginald Montague said, “of course my uncle will
have a royalty—a considerable royalty—on all sales and that’ll be a
nice
little bit in a few months. Yours isn’t a rich Government anyhow, is
it? How many millions do you owe us?”
The Prince took no notice. He was staring fiercely and eagerly at Sir
Giles, who put out his hand again and picked up the circlet.
“No,” he said, “no, I shan’t part with it. I want to experiment
a bit. The bastard asylum attendant who sold it to me-”
The Prince interrupted in a shaking voice. “Take care of your words,”
he said. “Outcast and accursed as that man now is, he comes of a great
and royal family. He shall writhe in hell for ever, but even there you
shall not be worthy to see his torment.”
“-said there was hardly anything it wouldn’t do,” Sir Giles finished.
“No, I shan’t ask Cobham. Palliser and I will try it first. It was
all perfectly legal, Prince, and all the Governments in the world can’t
make it anything else.”
“I do not think Governments will recover it,” the Prince said. “But
death is not a monopoly of Governments. If I had not sworn to my
uncle-”
“O it was your uncle, was it?” Sir Giles asked. “I wondered what it
was that made you coo so gently. I rather expected you to be more
active about it to-night.”
“You try me very hard,” the Prince uttered. “But I know the Stone will
destroy you at last.”
“Quite, quite,” Sir Giles said, standing up. “Well, thank you for
coming. If I could have pleased you, of course…. But I want to
know all about it first.”
The Prince looked at the letters in the Stone. “I think you will know
a great deal then,” he said, salaamed deeply to it, and without bowing
to the men turned and left the house.
Sir Giles went after him to the front door, though they exchanged no
more words, and, having watched him drive away returned to find his
nephew making hasty notes.
“I don’t see why we need a company,” he said. “Just you
and I, eh?”
“Why you?” Sir Giles asked. “What makes you think you’re going to have
anything to do with it?”
“Why, you told me,” Montague exclaimed. “You offered me a hand in the
game if I’d be about to-night when the Prince came in case he turned
nasty.”
“So I did,” his uncle answered. “Yes—well, on conditions. If there is
any money in it, I shall want some of it. Not as much as you do, but
some. It’s always useful, and I had to pay pretty high to get the
Stone. And I don’t want a fuss made about it—not yet.”
“That’s all right,” Montague said. “I was thinking it might be just as
well to have Uncle Christopher in with us.”
“Whatever for?” Sir Giles asked.
“Well… if there’s any legal trouble, you know,” Montague said
vaguely. “I mean—if it came to the Courts we might be glad—of course,
I don’t know if they could—but anyhow he’d probably notice it if I
began
to live on a million—and some of these swine will do anything if their
pockets are touched—all sorts of tricks they have—but a Chief Justice
is
a Chief Justice—that is, if you didn’t mind-”
“I don’t mind,” Sir Giles said. “Arglay’s got a flat-footed kind of
intellect; that’s why he’s Chief Justice, I expect. But for what it’s
worth, and if they did try any international law business. But they
can’t; there was nothing to prevent that fellow selling it to me if
he chose, nor me buying. I’ll get Palliser here as soon as I can. “
“I wonder how many we ought to make,” Montague said. “Shall we say a
dozen to start with? It can’t cost much to make a dozen bits of gold—need it be gold? Better, better. Better keep it in the same stuff—and
it looks more for the money. The money—why, we can ask a million for
each—for what’ll only cost a guinea or two….” He stopped, appalled
by the stupendous vision,
Then he went on anxiously, “The Prince did say a bit any size would
do, didn’t he? and that this fellow”-he pointed a finger at the Stone-”
would keep the same size? It means a patent, of course; so if anybody
else ever did get hold of the original they couldn’t use it. Millions
… Millions…. “
“Blast your filthy gasbag of a mouth!” Sir Giles said. “You’ve made me
forget to ask one thing. Does it work in time as well as space? We
must try, we must try.” He sat down, picked up the Crown, and sat
frowning at the Divine Letters.
“I don’t see what you mean,” Reginald said, arrested in his notetaking.
“Time? Go back, do you mean?”
He considered, then, “I shouldn’t think anyone would want to go back,”
he said.
“Forward then,” Sir Giles answered. “Wouldn’t you like to go forward
to the time when you’ve got your millions?”
Reginald gaped at him. “But… I shouldn’t have them,” he began
slowly, “unless… eh? O if I’m going to… then I should be able
to jump to when… but… I don’t see how I could get at them unless
I knew what account they were in. I shouldn’t be that me, should I…
or should I?”
As his
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