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Title: Peter Merton's private mint
Author: Lee Archer
Release date: April 29, 2024 [eBook #73497]
Language: English
Original publication: New York, NY: Ziff-Davis Publishing Company, 1956
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PETER MERTON'S PRIVATE MINT ***
Peter Merton's Private Mint
By LEE ARCHER
_Your name is Merton and you find that all you have to do is
reach into your safe to get money. The more you take, the more you
find. And just when Quiggs has cut your future down to nothing.
A wonderful discovery! Or is it? Of course it is. You'll be the
richest man in the world. But will you?_
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic October 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Peter Merton sat at his desk after the District Attorney's men left,
and put his head in his hands. He was still sitting that way when Miss
Irene Simmons came in.
"Here's the rest of the morning's mail, Mr. Merton," she said.
Merton didn't even look up. He was a young, good looking man in his
late twenties, the type known as a "rising young executive"--possibly
because that's exactly what he was. But he did not look young this
morning. His interview with the D.A. had added years to his appearance.
He felt old and haggard.
"Just put them on the desk," he said. His voice sounded tired.
She put the letters on the desk, but when she didn't leave immediately,
Peter Merton looked up.
Irene Simmons was an average-sized girl with golden-brown hair, large
blue eyes, a full, red mouth, and a lush figure. She looked as though
she ought to be working as a bathing-suit model instead of as the
private secretary to a vice-president of Crabley & Co.
"Does it look pretty bad, Mr. Merton?" she asked.
"It looks horrible," he said bleakly. "The D.A. said that since Quiggs
has had four days to get away, the money is probably in South America
by now." He put his hand over his eyes. "If only I hadn't been such
a fool! Why did I put the money in my office safe instead of in the
company vault? Fifty thousand dollars! The insurance company won't pay,
because the policy says that cash has to be kept in the vault.
"But how was I to know that Quiggs would come sneaking in here during
Christmas vacation and take it out of my safe? He's been working for
the company for years; who would have thought it?"
"Frankly, Mr. Merton, I think he was jealous because you were made a
vice-president instead of him," Irene said firmly. "I think he wanted
to ruin you."
"Well, he certainly has," Peter said sadly. "Old Man Crabley says that
putting the money in my safe was criminal negligence. He says he wants
me to pay it back or he'll see that I'm blackballed by every company in
the business--after he fires me."
* * * * *
"I--I'm very sorry, Mr. Merton. I'm sure you'll think of something. The
police may catch him, after all."
"Thank you, Miss Simmons. I hope so," Peter said. But his voice didn't
hold much hope.
As the girl left the room, Peter absently watched the swaying of her
hips as she walked, but he was too upset to appreciate the view fully.
He had a serious problem to consider.
He thought over what she had said. So Quiggs had been jealous, eh? That
probably explained the fact that he had left a five-dollar-bill in the
safe. With his odd sense of humor, Quiggs had probably thought it very
funny to leave a five note in place of the fifty thousand he had taken.
There was no doubt that it was Quiggs; the police were certain of the
guilty person. Quiggs had been seen coming into the office on the
Thursday night before Christmas vacation and had left only half an
hour later. He had evidently taken the money out and replaced it with
a bundle of wrapped paper. Some hours later, he had checked out of his
apartment, and all trace of him had been lost.
Peter looked up at the Watteau print which concealed the heavy steel
door of the wall safe. Five dollars lay behind it, all that was left
of fifty thousand. He got up, walked over to the safe, twisted the
combination, and pulled the door open. He reached in, took out the
bill, and looked at it. And looked again, with wide eyes.
Because it wasn't a five-dollar-bill, at all.
It was a thin sheet of paper-like plastic, folded up to about the same
size as a banknote.
Puzzled, Peter looked into the safe again. Nothing. He thrust his hand
in and felt around. Still nothing. Except for the sheet of stuff he
held in his hand, the safe was as empty as a church on Monday.
Unfolding the folded sheet, Peter saw that it was covered with print.
The characters were oddly shaped, and the phraseology was queer, but it
was unmistakably English.
Peter Merton sat on the edge of his desk and began to read.
_Honorable Mister, Miss, or Missus_:
_To whoever you are in the Twentieth Century, we of the
Thirtieth Century send greetings. We hope this epistle will be
understandable; our knowledge of the language of English is maybe
not as good as might be. Our studies of your time are somewhat
hampered by lack of records, and it for this reason is that we
contact you._
_In order for the Time Transfer Field to work, it must be entirely
surrounded by thick metal. Also a piece of similar material must be
in place so that transfer can be effected, in accordance with the
Vorish Equations._
_If you wish to co-operate in this history-seeking venture, please
place a note to such effect in your metal box._
_Rolath Guelph_
_Terrestrial Bureau of Historical Investigation_
Peter frowned and read the thing again. Who would write such silliness?
Could it be another joke by Quiggs? No, it couldn't be; he, Peter
Merton, had put that five-dollar-bill back into the safe, and he hadn't
left the room while it was in there.
He looked up at the open safe. It was still empty. Well, by golly, he'd
see whether this was a hoax or not.
He pulled his gold-plated desk pen out of its crystal holder, took a
piece of office stationery, and wrote:
_Dear Mr. Guelph_:
_I'm very much interested in your proposition, but I would like to
have you explain a little bit more about it._
_Very truly yours,
Peter Merton_
He folded it and put it in the safe. Then he sat down and watched it.
He watched it for fifteen minutes before he decided that nothing was
going to happen. Finally, he walked over and took out the paper. It was
the same as it had been when he put it in.
He looked back at the plastic sheet. Aha! It said: "In order for the
Time Transfer Field to work, it must be surrounded entirely by thick
metal."
He put the note back in, and this time he closed and locked the door.
Three minutes later, he opened it again. This time, there was another
folded sheet of plastic. It said:
_Dear Mr. Merton_:
_Understanding Time Transfer is very simple. Of course, the science
of your time would be unable to build such a machine, but what
happens is essentially this: If you put something in your metal
box, we can pick it up and bring it to our time. However, there
must be an equivalent exchange of matter, so we have to send
something to your century, too. This must be done in accordance
with the Law of Entropy._
_What we need mostly are historical documents; newspapers, books,
and magazines of your era. Please send only factual material; no
fiction. We will want fiction later, but not now._
_Here is a list of things we would like to have._
Peter read down the list and blinked in amazement at some of the things.
The letter ended with: _In return for this, we will send an equal
weight of some of our old museum pieces of paper. Papers like
the one we took from you; things called "money." Will this be
satisfactory? Here is a sample._
_Yours very truly,
Rolath Guelph._
Money? Peter looked at the bill that was enclosed. It was a
five-hundred-dollar-note! And they said they would exchange pound for
pound! That meant that for one pound of old newspapers, he would get
one pound of banknotes!
It sounded screwy, but Peter Merton was not a man to argue. If it
worked, fine; if it didn't, what could he lose?
Peter jammed his hat on his head, folded the list and the five hundred
dollars in his pocket, and strode out the door. He stopped in the
outer office at the desk of Miss Simmons, who was typing up some
letters.
"Come along, Miss Simmons," he said. "Get your hat; we have some things
to do."
Miss Simmons looked startled, but she did as she was bid. Fifteen
minutes later, they were in a second-hand book shop on Sixth Avenue.
Peter squinted at the list in the dim light. "I want _The Story of
English_ by Mario Pei," he said to the proprietor, "and _The Story of
Language_ by the same author. Give me a copy of the memoirs of Winston
Churchill, the--"
He went on like that for several minutes, and the pile of books in
front of him began to grow. Then he browsed through the magazine
section, looking for back issues of _Life_, _Time_, and _Scientific
American_.
He told Miss Simmons to get a taxi, and they began loading the stuff in
the back seat. Then they drove to the New York _Times_ building and got
back issues of the past year. With all this loot, they drove back to
the offices of Crabley & Co.
It was during the ride back that Peter wondered whether it was possible
that the people of the future had stolen the money that Quiggs
had been blamed for and replaced it with a bundle of paper. But he
shook his head. It couldn't be. The bundle had been made of cut-up
newspapers, and, besides, they had Quiggs' fingerprints all over them.
Miss Simmons helped him get the stuff into his office, and then she
said: "Mr. Merton, I don't like to butt into your business, but may I
ask what all this literature is for?"
Grinning happily, Peter Merton swore the girl to secrecy, then he told
her what had happened. As he finished the story, Miss Simmons began to
edge slowly toward the door.
"--and so, I had to get these books and things. They're evidently doing
research into history. These are books they've lost, somehow. Imagine
what it would be like if our historians could get copies of the books
that were burned at the Library of Alexandria, and--Just a minute!
Where are you going, Miss Simmons?"
* * * * *
Miss Simmons smiled a sickly smile. "Oh, _nowhere_! Are you sure you
feel all right, Mr. Merton?"
"Do I feel--" Peter looked blank. "Oh! I see. You think I've gone off
my rocker. Well, we'll see. Maybe I have, but I don't think so. Look;
I'll prove it to you."
He scribbled a note to Rolath Guelph and put it inside the safe with a
couple of the books. Then he closed the safe. He waited three minutes
and opened it again.
Irene Simmons' eyes opened wide in astonishment, and her mouth formed a
crimson O. Tumbling out of the safe came sheaf after sheaf of banknotes.
"_Now_ do you believe me?" Peter asked triumphantly.
"Y--yes. What else can I believe? Are they real?"
He picked one of the bills up and looked at it closely. "It's real, all
right. I started out in business as a bank teller, and I know how to
tell a counterfeit. This is the real McCoy, all right."
"Well--well, my goodness!" was all Miss Simmons could say for a moment.
Then, after the shock of seeing all that money had lessened a little,
she asked: "What are you going to do with it, Peter?"
"The first thing I'm going to do," he said, "is return that fifty
thousand dollars to Mr. Crabley. Here, help me gather this stuff up
and sort it out into piles. We'll have to count it, too."
The girl pitched in willingly and began to sort the bills. Swiftly they
separated it.
It was not until then that Peter Merton realized that the girl had
called him by his first name. Was it the sight of all the money that
had done it? Irene Simmons had never impressed him as the gold-digger
type, but--
Peter shrugged and went on stacking the money.
When they had finished, Irene said: "There's not quite enough to pay
back Mr. Crabley."
"That's easily fixed," Peter said, grinning.
He put in some more books, closed the safe, and waited. When he opened
it again, more money came tumbling out. This time, there was enough to
pay back the Old Man and more besides.
Peter sorted out a pile of the larger bills, enough to make fifty
thousand, and marched to Mr. Crabley's office.
The engraving on the door said:
J. J. CRABLEY
PRESIDENT
He rapped deferentially, and when a voice said: "Come in!" Peter did
exactly that.
Old Man Crabley looked just like his name. He was a small, wizened,
crab-faced man with yellowed skin and a totally bald head.
"Well, sir! What is it this time?" he crackled.
Peter began pulling the money out of the briefcase he had packed it in,
in order to carry it to the Old Man's office.
"I brought you the money, sir," Peter said. "You'll find it all there;
fifty thousand dollars."
The Old Man's eyes lit up with pleasure. Peter could almost see the
green glow of money in them.
"Excellent," said Mr. Crabley. "So the police caught the thief, hey?
He'll get twenty years for this."
"No, sir," Peter replied. "They haven't caught Quiggs yet, and they
haven't found the money. This is out of my--ah--my savings."
The Old Man's scraggly brows shot up. "Indeed? Savings? I didn't know
you actually had that much. Hmmm. Well. Mmmm." He rubbed his hands
together and frowned. "Well, this is really quite handsome of you,
young man. You have more brains than I credited you with. Hmmm." He
took out a letter opener and toyed with it. Finally, he said: "Peter,
my boy, I'll tell you: I really didn't mean that you should do this;
I was simply trying to throw a scare into you. I'll tell you what I'm
going to do, my boy; I'm going to place this to your account with the
firm. Henceforth, you are a junior partner of Crabley & Company, to the
tune of fifty thousand dollars.
"In addition, I'll have Mr. Twythe, the firm's lawyer, draw up a paper
which will give you all rights to whatever money is recovered from
Quiggs by the police."
Peter started to say something, but Old Man Crabley just patted the air
with a hand. "Tut, tut, my boy; think nothing of it. Any young man who
can save a sum like that at your age deserves extra consideration. I
have always admired a man who can make money."
Peter thanked Mr. Crabley as best he could and then he strolled back to
his office feeling a rosy glow.
* * * * *
During the following two weeks, Peter Merton's personal fortune grew by
leaps and bounds. Most of the cash he kept in a trunk in his apartment;
he knew that people would start to ask questions if he put too much of
it in the bank at once. But he did put considerable sums in the bank,
nonetheless.
The savings account was practically forced on him by Irene Simmons.
She insisted that, even if he did have money in his trunk, it was
conceivable that someone might steal it. Meanwhile, he bought a new
Cadillac, several tailor-made suits at two hundred and fifty per, a
fur coat for Irene, and had his apartment completely redecorated, with
built-in bar complete.
He became quite friendly with Irene Simmons, but he was convinced that
the girl liked him simply because he had plenty of money. That didn't
bother him too much; she was a beautiful girl, and Peter Merton had
always had an eye for beauty.
It was in the middle of the third week that things began to change.
The first thing that happened was a note from Peter's futurian
correspondent, Rolath Guelph.
_Dear Mr. Merton_, it read. _You have been most co-operative in
this endeavor, and we appreciate it greatly. Your books have been
very welcome, and have strengthened our knowledge of your times
and language tremendously._
_Now, however, we would like a few artifacts of your civilization.
Would you please send us samples of your clothing, both men's and
women's styles? We would also appreciate various other things, such
as...._
And here there followed another long list, similar to the one he had
received before, except that it called for various manufactured objects.
The letter was signed, as usual, _Very truly yours, Rolath Guelph_.
"Well, what do you think of that?" Peter said, after reading it.
Irene read it and said: "I have a dress I can send him, and you can
send him one of your suits."
Peter nodded. "We'll have to buy some of these other things, though."
An hour later, Peter stuffed a suit into the wall safe and closed the
door. When he opened it, there was a small bundle of thin, strong
material which, when unfolded, proved to be a suit--of sorts. It
certainly looked different.
Irene giggled when he held it out. "You couldn't wear that on the
streets. It looks like something out of Flash Gordon or Buck Rogers."
Peter grinned and put in Irene's dress. What he got back was a dress,
but this time Irene didn't giggle when it was unfolded.
"Why, that's perfectly _gorgeous_," she said, in awe. "I wonder if
it'll fit?"
"Here," said Peter, handing it to her. "Go find out. You can lead the
fashion field--by a century to be exact."
Irene took the dress and headed for the ladies' powder room. When she
came back, it was all Peter could do to keep his eyes from popping out.
On Irene, the rich, iridescent material made her look like a queen out
of a Technicolor extravaganza.
"Wow!" said Peter feelingly. "It's too bad they don't have suits I can
wear."
"I'll show you something else, too," Irene said excitedly. "I
accidentally spilled some water on it in the powder room, and look what
happened!" She proceeded to demonstrate by pouring water on her skirts
from the carafe on Peter's desk. The water rolled off without wetting
the material. Then she took the desk pen and shook some ink on it.
"See?" she chortled, "it rolls right off! It never has to be cleaned,
because it can't get dirty!"
Peter looked back at the Buck Rogers suit. "Maybe I can get a tailor to
make a decent suit out of that thing."
Irene shook her head. "I don't think so. There aren't any seams."
Peter frowned and took a pair of scissors from his desk drawer. He took
one sleeve of the suit and tried to cut it. It wouldn't cut. He jabbed
at it with the point. The suit stubbornly refused to cut, snag, or tear.
"I wonder," he then said thoughtfully, "if this Rolath Guelph would
have a suit made for me; one that I could wear." He scribbled out a
note and put it in with the next batch of stuff.
The reply came back almost immediately.
_I can't promise anything, Mr. Merton, but I'll see what I can do.
R. G._
"Well, that's that," sighed Peter. "I'll just have to wait."
Another week passed, and Peter got no word from Rolath Guelph. He did,
however, get word from another group of men.
He was sitting comfortably in his office, pondering on what to do with
all his money, when the intercom on his desk buzzed.
"There are some gentlemen from the Treasury Department to see you, Mr.
Merton," said Irene's voice. She sounded scared.
"Send them in," Peter said. Come to think of it, he felt a little
uneasy, himself.
The two brisk, official-looking young men who came into the office
identified themselves as Mr. Brady and Mr. Brown, of the United States
Treasury Department. They wasted no time in getting down to business.
"Now, Mr. Merton," said Brady, "we'd like to know how you're getting
all this money."
"Well, ah--um--I saved it," he said.
"That's not what I meant," said Brady. "I'm talking about several
counterfeit bills that have been traced to you. Where did you get them?"
"But they _can't_ be counterfeit," Peter protested. "They are perfectly
good bills!"
"Oh, they're good imitations, all right," Brown said. "The most amazing
fakes I've ever seen. The paper is perfect, the engraving is beautiful;
in fact, the only thing wrong is the serial numbers. Why, some of
those numbers won't be printed on bills for twenty or thirty years yet."
"Now, Mr. Merton," said Brady, "tell us where the plates are. Who
printed these amazing phonies?"
"I don't know," Peter said. "I--I--" he stammered. Frightened, he
didn't know what to say. He was afraid to tell them about Rolath Guelph
and the Time Transfer; they'd think he was crazy.
"It won't do you any good to lie, Mr. Merton," said Brown. "We got a
search warrant this morning and went through your apartment. We found
the trunk full of money in your closet. Some of the boys are going over
them now, down at the Treasury Office."
Peter Merton gulped and said nothing. He couldn't; there was a lump in
his throat the size of a grapefruit.
"Well," Brady said, "if you won't tell us, I'm afraid we'll just have
to take you in. Come along, Mr. Merton."
Still speechless, Peter walked out of the office between the two men.
* * * * *
Peter Merton was sitting in a cell with his head in his hands when he
heard the clicking of high heels down the corridor, followed by the
heavy tread of a guard's feet.
It was Irene. "I got a lawyer for you, Peter," she said breathlessly as
she came up to the cell door.
The guard leaned against the wall and inspected his fingernails. "I
don't think he needs a lawyer, lady. What he needs is a goof-doctor.
He's flipped his cookie."
Peter managed a faint grin. "I told 'em how I got the money," he said.
"They think I'm nuts."
"But, Peter," she said, "_why_ would Rolath Guelph send counterfeit
money?"
"He didn't," Peter said. "Don't you see? He got all that money out of a
museum. There's probably bills there that were printed in every century
for the next thousand years. He just sent some bills that won't be
printed for twenty years yet."
"Well, don't you worry, I'll do something to get you out," she said.
"Couldn't we take them up to the office and show them how it works?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But Brady said that even if I were telling the
truth they'd have to take all the money away from me."
"I don't care about the money," Irene said. "All I care about is
getting you out of this horrible place."
Suddenly, a door opened at the far end of the corridor, and there were
more footsteps. It was Brady and Brown, followed by a man Peter had
never seen before.
The stranger was saying: "--after all, it's only fair that my client be
allowed to prove his story, no matter how fantastic it is."
"He'll get a chance," Brady said sharply.
The stranger turned out to be Q. Bertram Leslie, the lawyer that Irene
had engaged.
"All right," Brown said to the guard, "let him out. We'll take over."
Then he looked at Peter. "We're going up to your office, Merton, to
give you a chance to prove this screwy story you've been telling us
about a time machine. I know it's going to be a waste of time, but
justice is justice. Come along."
* * * * *
It was after six o'clock when they arrived at the offices of Crabley &
Company, and the office suite was deserted. Irene let the officers in
with a key, and they went back to Peter's private office.
"Okay," said Brady, "there is your magic safe; do your stuff."
As Peter began working the combination, Brown said: "By the way,
Merton, you'll be interested to know that the Brazilian police have
picked up this guy, Quiggs, who stole the fifty thousand from you. He
claimed he opened the package and there was nothing but a bunch of
plastic in it. But the Brazilian cops think they've got a lead on it."
Peter paid no attention. He wasn't interested in Quiggs' crime right
now, he was only interested in his own. He swung open the door and
looked inside. There was a folded note from Rolath Guelph. He opened it
and looked.
"Oh, _no_!" he said weakly. He sat down in a chair.
Brady took the note from his hand and read:
_Dear Mr. Merton,_
_We of the Terrestrial Bureau of Historical research want to extend
to you our warmest thanks for your co-operation. We now have most
of the information we want about your era. With the valuable
information you have given us, we will be able to do a great deal
more research, and will have much better success in pinpointing our
future contacts._
_It is too bad we could not meet in person, but it is impossible to
transfer living things through time. Rest assured that your name
will go down in history books as one of our most valuable contacts._
_The Transfer Field will be shut off as soon as you receive this
note. Naturally, a reversal of transfer will occur._
_With our warmest wishes,
Rolath Guelph._
Brady looked up at Peter with what could well be called a jaundiced
eye. He said. "Did you think this would get you off the hook? How
stupid do you think we are? Phony bills, a phony story, phony
letter--Merton, you're just plain phony, all the way through. Come on
along; it's back to the hoosegow for you. And this time, try--"
It is difficult to say what Brady might have suggested that Peter try,
for he never finished the sentence. He was interrupted by a sudden roar
of sound that reminded him of a broken steam pipe. Suddenly, the air
was filled with books, magazines, papers, clothing, shoes, ash trays,
cigarettes, pencils, pens, candy, sandwiches, and a thousand and one
other things, all spewing from the safe like water out of a fire hose.
[Illustration: Irene gasped as her dress was snatched back into the
other world.]
Amid the confusion Peter saw Irene running for the door, clad only in
the sheerest of bra and panties.
"Where is Brady?" shouted Brown. "Why did that girl run off? What
happened?"
"I'm not sure what happened," Peter said, "but Irene had a perfectly
good reason for running off. And as for Brady--"
He pointed toward the tremendous heap of stuff on the floor.
One hand was groping feebly from its center.
Irene sipped at her coffee, while Peter, sitting across the cafe table,
explained to her.
"Of course they didn't have a case against me without evidence, and
when all the money vanished, they had no evidence. So they had to let
me go."
"But I don't see exactly why the things vanished," Irene said. "What
happened to my beautiful dress? That was terribly embarrassing!"
_But very beautiful_, Peter thought. "Well, as near as I can figure
out, this Time Transfer business only works so long as the time field
is working. As goon as they shut it off, everything went back to its
proper time. All the things we gave them came back to us, and all the
money, and your dress, and the other gadgets we got went back to the
Thirtieth Century, where they belonged."
"It's a shame, in a way," Irene said. "We could have used that trunkful
of money to get married on."
Peter's grin broadened. "Don't worry about that. Remember, Old Man
Crabley gave me the right to keep any money that was recovered from
Quiggs."
"Did you get it?" Irene asked excitedly. "Did Quiggs tell where he hid
it?"
Peter shook his head. "Nope. He didn't steal it. I found the money in
that pile of stuff in my office.
"Evidently, Rolath Guelph was trying out his machine and took the
bundle of money and replaced it with another bundle of that queer
plastic paper of his. When Quiggs sneaked in, he just stole the bundle
from the Thirtieth Century and he put a third bundle in. He got all the
way to Brazil before he opened the package and found out he didn't have
anything."
"Fifty thousand dollars," Irene said dreamily. "Well, that ought to be
enough to start on, anyway."
THE END
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