“It sounds reasonable,” said Ghost. “That all the colonies died out, I mean. If there had been a successful colony anywhere in the universe, it would seem likely the crystal planet would pass on its heritage to it instead of offering it to us or the Wheelers, to some race that had no connection with the crystal planet.”
“What bothers me,” said Maxwell, “is why the people of the crystal planet, so close to death that they are no more than shadows, should want the Artifact. What good will it do them? What use can they make of it?”
“Maybe if we knew what it was,” said Ghost. “You’re sure that you have no idea? Nothing that you heard or saw or…”
“No,” said Maxwell. “Not the least idea.”
Harlow Sharp had a harried look about him.
“Sorry you had to wait so long,” he told Maxwell. “This is a hectic day.”
“I was glad to get in any way at all,” said Maxwell. “That watchdog of yours out at the desk was not about to let me.”
“I’ve been expecting you,” said Sharp. “Figured you’d turn up soon or late. Been hearing some strange stories.”
“And most of them are true,” said Maxwell. “But that’s not what I’m here for. This is a business matter, not a social visit. I won’t take much time.”
“OK, then,” said Sharp, “what can I do for you?”
“You’re selling the Artifact,” said Maxwell.
Sharp nodded. “I’m sorry about that, Pete. I know you and a few others had an interest in it. But it’s been out there in the museum for years and, except as a curiosity to be stared at by visitors and tourists, it’s done no one any good. And Time needs money. Surely you know that. The university holds the purse strings fast and the other colleges feed us tiny driblets for specific programs and-”
“ Harlow, I know all that. I suppose it’s yours to sell. I recall the university, at the time you brought it forward, would have no part of it. The cost of moving it was yours and-”
“We’ve had to scrape and beg and borrow,” said Sharp. “We’ve worked up project after project-good sound, solid projects that would pay off in knowledge and new data-and submitted them and no one’s buying them. Can you imagine it! With all the past to dig around in and no one interested. Afraid, perhaps, that we’ll upset some of their pet theories they have worked out so nicely. But we have to get money somehow to carry on our work. Do you think I’ve liked some of the things we’ve done to get some extra money? Like this Shakespeare circus we are putting on-and a lot of other stunts as well. It’s done us no good, I tell you. It’s degraded our image, and the trouble-Pete, you can’t imagine the trouble that we have. Take this Shakespeare, for example. He’s out there somewhere, like a tourist, casing the joint, and me sitting back here with my nails chewed down to the elbow, imagining all the things that could happen to him. Can you envision the ruckus there would be if a man like Shakespeare should not be returned to his proper age-a man who-”
Maxwell broke in to head him off. “I’m not arguing with you, Harlow. I didn’t come to-”
“And then, suddenly,” said Sharp, interrupting him, “there was this chance to sell the Artifact. For more money than we’ll ever get from this crummy university in a hundred years. You must realize what this sale meant to us. A chance to do the job we’ve not been able to do because of the lack of finance. Sure, I know about the Wheelers. When Churchill came sucking around to sound us out, I knew he was working for someone behind the scenes, but I wasn’t dealing with anyone behind the scenes. I nailed Churchill hard and refused to talk business until I knew who it was he was fronting for. And when he told me, I gagged a bit, but I went ahead, because I knew it was our only chance to set up a decent fund. I’d have done business with the Devil, Pete, to get that kind of money.”
“Harlow, all I want to ask,” said Maxwell, “is for you to hold up the deal, to give me a little time…”
“Time? Time for what?”
“I need the Artifact.”
“You need the Artifact! Whatever for?”
“I can trade it,” Maxwell told him, “for a planet-for a planet crammed with knowledge, with recorded knowledge, not from one universe, but from two, knowledge that may span fifty billion years.”
Sharp leaned forward, then sank back into his chair.
“You mean this, Pete? You aren’t kidding me? There are some funny stories that I’ve heard. There were two of you and one of you was killed. And you’ve been ducking the newsmen, perhaps the cops as well. You’ve gotten into some sort of hassle with the administration.”
“ Harlow, I could tell you all of it, but it wouldn’t help. You probably wouldn’t believe me. But what I say is true. I can buy a planet…”
“You? For yourself, you mean?”
“No, not myself. The university. That’s why I need time. To get in to see Arnold…”
“And sell him on it? Pete, you haven’t got a chance. You had a row of some sort with Longfellow, and Longfellow runs the joint. Even if you had a legitimate proposition…”
“It is legitimate. I tell you it’s legitimate. I talked to the people on the planet, I saw some of the records.”
Sharp shook his head. “We’ve been friends for a long, long time,” he said. “I’d do almost anything for you. But I can’t go along with this. I can’t throw away this opportunity for Time. Besides, I’m afraid you came too late.”
“Too late?”
“The purchase price was paid this afternoon. The Wheeler takes possession of the Artifact tomorrow morning. He wanted to immediately, but there was a hitch or two in arranging transportation.”
Maxwell sat silent, stunned by what he’d heard.
“So I guess that’s it,” said Sharp. “There’s not much I can do about it.”
Maxwell started to get up, then sat back in the chair.
“ Harlow, if I could see Arnold tonight. If I could talk him into duplicating the price…”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Sharp. “He’d faint when you mentioned the price.”
“It was that much?”
“It was that much,” said Sharp.
Maxwell got slowly to his feet. “One thing I will say, however,” Sharp told him, “you must, somehow or other, have thrown a scare into the Wheeler. Churchill was here this morning, nervous as a cat, frothing at the mouth, to close the deal at once. I wish you could have seen me earlier. We might have been able to work something out, although I can’t imagine what it might have been.”
About to turn away, Maxwell hesitated, turned back to the desk behind which Sharp was sitting.
“One thing more. About time travel. Nancy Clayton has a Lambert painting…”
“I heard she had,” said Sharp.
“In the background there’s a hill and a stone upon it. I could swear that stone is the Artifact. Oop says the creatures in the painting are like the ones he remembers from Neanderthal days. And you did find the Artifact on a Jurassic hilltop. How could Lambert have known about it being on that hilltop? The Artifact wasn’t found until centuries after he had died. I think Lambert saw the Artifact and the creatures that he painted. I think he traveled back to the Mesozoic. There is an argument, isn’t there, about a man named Simonson?”