Avon Fantasy Reader No. 14 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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to make it visible to us—in addition to needing the view points of three eyes simultaneously, we must use lights of a much faster vibration than the range of the solar spectrum. These are my own lights—/ invented them.” He turned off the red light and the two white searchlights. At once many other tiny beams sprang from hidden orifices—deep violet beams—several of _ very pale indigo—and others that seemed to be almost phosphorescent. These beams of light were all oscillating rapidly back and forth. The room was a confused riot of weird color—like the darkened stage of a comic opera with a score of whirling, colored spotlights upon it. Tubby grew dizzy staring at tt. “There,” said the professor. “I think I have everything adjusted correctly. Now we need colored eyeglasses.” From the table he carefully selected two spectacles each with three different colored lenses. “Take the bandage off, Tubby—but be careful to keep your new eye closed.” Tubby followed directions, and fitted a pair of the three-cyed spectacles to his nose. “Now,” said the professor. His voice trembled with emotion, though he seemed trying to speak calmly. “Sit down again—you may feel dizzy at first. Now—open all three eyes.” Tubby opened his three eyes. All he saw at first was a dim grayness, as though he were im the midst of a heavy fog. The room with its myriad colors had evaporated. The professor's voice came from behind him. “Hold steady for a moment— your eyes will be adjusted to it soon.” Tubby sat staring into the fog. It seetned shifting and crawling upon itself. Then, in the distance, gray shapes began forming. Were they in the distance? He couldn’t seem to tell how far away they were. Perhaps they were close at hand? Of course they were. There was no doubt about it now. He made out an augle of wall—a shadowy, white wall, with a ceiling above and a floor below. The professor’s voice said: “We are looking now at a room in the world of the Fourth Dimension. We are in it—it occupies alinost the same space as my laboratory. Now—do you see the gold?” Tubby saw it, indeed. The fog was lifting rapidly. He was sitting in a huge, bare, windowless room whose outlines were all blurred and quivering, but now plainly discernible. There was no way of guessing the size of the room. It might have been half a mile long—or twenty feet. And curiously enough, the back part of it looked larger than the front! Things got larger farther away, instead of smaller. Tubby was not concerned with this anomaly, however; he was feasting all three of his eyes on the gold. It was heaped in profusion all over the room—vreat piles of shining yellow gold pieces! “For ten years I have searched for this spot,” said the professor, triumphant- ly. “I found it, and that’s why T built my laboratory right here. We are inside the mint of the world of the Fourth Dimension!” Tubby stood up, trembling with excitement. He felt very dizzy and nause- ated, but he forgot it in the excitement. The mint of the Fourth Dunension! 38 comicbooks.com