Adventures in time and space transcribed in future tens. Can you predict what will come in 100 years, or in 10, or in the next minute? Can you see beyond the known dimensions of time and space into the unknown dimension X? Today we tell you a story of America's largest cities, a story that began in the bustling city of the New York Metropolitan Museum. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. The city of the New York Metropolitan Museum is a city of the world's largest cities. I'm sorry. Effective today, you're relieved as city editor. Sanford will take over. Sanford? Why is Greenwich grass? If you want to stay on in some minor jobs. Such as? How about science, editor? Science, editor? You can have the office right next to mine. It'll pay the rent. Well? Oh, I don't know. I don't know what I'll do. I've been on the city desk so long. Well, maybe it's too much excitement for a man your age. Stop writing me off, will you? I'm six, I'm fifty-four. And a man at fifty-four? Is no longer a boy. Oh, I don't know. Maybe I am losing my grip. Gotta go somewhere and think it over. All right, Attabee. Take your time. I'll be across the street at Burleigh's Bar if you need me. I'll let you know before the bulldog hits the streets. Burleigh! In state bar! Yeah, Pop, yeah? More poison. Haven't you had enough, Pop? Yeah, this is a solemn occasion, Burleigh. For the hamluck. What's the occasion, Pop? I am now a husband. No. Reduced. Familiar. You, Pop? Never. Meet the new science editor of the Sunday Supplement, me. Know as much about science as J.P. Morgan knows about sharecropping. What happened? Who did it? Are you familiar with a reporter named Aloysius John Sweeney? Former friend and drinking companion of mine? Sweeney got you busted? The same. What? Does that gentleman should ever by some mis-forgotten chance bust his head into this bar? Burleigh, my friend, I personally with these two bare hands. Hey, Pop! No. Pop! Uh-oh. Hey, Pop. Pop, it's me. You know my homicidal instinct? Listen, Pop, I just came down from Riverside Drive. Very daring move, Sweeney. I brought a guy with me. It won't help, Sweeney. Pop, you don't understand. I found a little guy in a swallowtail coat who watched this whole thing happen. Pop. Burleigh! Burleigh! Quiet! Quiet, everybody! Quiet! Quiet, will you? How do you do? Gentlemen, I can assure you my small stature belies the magnitude of my abilities. What did you bring him for, Sweeney? He's a genius, Pop, a full-time genius. You betrayed me once, Sweeney. Isn't that enough? Take your little man away and don't bother me. Your friend isn't very polite, Mr. Sweeney. Perhaps one day he will learn that even the most insignificant man has a sense of dignity and personal worth. I apologize, Professor. I'm not so at you. It's your tomato-headed friend here. Sweeney, I ought to kill you. I ought to strangle you with my bare hands. I ought to have you run through a road repressed at low speed. Those things are too good for you. Pop, look, I'm trying to tell you. The story ain't phony. It happened. Mr. Purtwee... Hannibal, tell him about it. Gladly. My contribution has been awaiting worldwide recognition for many years now. Unfortunately, there are some who insist I am insane. I see that. Being small of stature, as you can see, I chose to nurse my resentment rather than to take positive measures. However, I feel now the world is ready to come to terms with Hannibal Purtwee. Can you or can you not explain this Grant's tomb business? Naturally. It can all be explained quite simply in terms of the Purtwee system of infinite acceleration and transportation facilitation as applied to freightage. I've been trying to sell it to the railroads for ten years. Didn't I tell you he was a genius, Pop? Hey, the check! Oh, now wait a minute, Pop. Give him a chance. Show him the trains, Hannibal. Oh, yes, the trains. If you gentlemen will gather around the suitcase... Come on, I want you to see it. I'm telling you. Come on. As you can see, I have in this suitcase a complete model railroad reduced to the size of a cigar box. Observe. That's enough, I think. They run! Just like real trains! Sweeney, not content with ruining my life, losing me my job, driving me to alcohol? You're now trying to drive me out of my mind with an obvious madman who builds model railroads. Here's the money, Brady. Keep the change. Oh, but, Pop... Goodbye, gentlemen. Pop, you're not even giving them a chance. Out of my way. Listen, Pop, please. Out of my way. It's always the same. They won't listen to me. Oh, I guess Pop is losing his grip. I hate them. No, don't take it so hard, Hannibal. Maybe it was all a hallucination. The Pertwee theory is not a hallucination. Sure, sure, sure. Well, it was a good try anyway. I guess I'll go back to the office and pick up my stuff. But I'll show them. Someday they'll listen. Sure, sure. You'll show them, Hannibal. Hey, Burleigh, fix Professor Pertwee here with a double scott. Now, here, make it a triple. The newest use of the isotope enabled medical experts to trace with accuracy the growth of carbon dioxide. Oh, nuts. Maybe it's better to be unemployed. Science editor speaking. Pop? Yeah? Sweeney, listen, I got a story. I thought Carl Brun canned you. He can't fire me. Listen, you know Burleigh's bar? Does DiMaggio know Yankee Stadium? What about Burleigh's bar? It's gone. Oh, Sweeney. On the level, Pop. Just a few seconds ago. Take a look at the windows. Sweeney, I warn you. Take a look, take a look. Okay, Sweeney, hang on. Albert? Yes, Pop? Do me a favor. Stick your head out of that window and tell me if anything unusual is going on at Burleigh's corner. Okay, Pop. Holy jumping catfish! Huh? It's gone! Come here and look! Well, I'll be a monkey. Where's Carl Brun? He went to Apollo match out on Long Island. Who's on the city desk? Young Stan? Come on. That's the city desk, Saffron. Okay, I'll give it to Ray Wright. Just a second. City desk. What? Are you nuts? What? Everybody listen to this, will you? It's my wife. Everybody listen to this, will you? It's Martinson down on 34th Street. He says the Empire State Building has disappeared. Can you feature that? What are you going to do about it? Do? Am I supposed to do something? He's gone nuts! Give me that phone. Hey, let's go. Give me that phone. Hello, Marty. This is Pop. Pop, what are you doing out there? Never mind. What happened? Well, I'm down at the precinct. Five minutes ago, a cop staggered in. It's gone, he says. What's gone, they say? The Empire State, he says. Well, I think I've had a call. Okay, get down there and get the details. In case you need to convince a burly barwant just before you call. Holy mackerel, what a catastrophe that is. Okay, Pop, I'll call you. Look at the skyline. The Empire State isn't there. Well, no, no. Don't get panicky. Don't get panicky. It may come back, just like Grand's tomb. Okay, Pop. You'll take over, won't you? I'm kind of ashamed. Will I? I'll show you fledglings how to run a newspaper together. Wallace, get a camera down to the Empire State. Right. What a story. Call the mayor, Albert. Tell him what he intends to do. Check, check. Where's the research department? Right here, sir. Columbia University says it's mass hypnotism. Tell them to... No. Now, dress it up and shoot it down. Yes, sir. Research? Wait a minute. Yes, sir. Find out how many people are usually in the Empire State. Yes, sir. No, don't try to call the Empire State to find out. No. No, it isn't there. Sit in death. Shoot. Walter, listen. I'm dead sober, see? Yeah, like garbage, Frankie. They're garbage. Remember, I'm sober. This isn't sober. Oh, it's sober. Come on, come on. What happened? Help me, Pop. Penn Station just disappeared. Fanny, thin air. Jumping turtles. The people, too? People trade the works. I'm telling you, there's a hole a block wide. I was lucky I was only a block away. You saw it? I witnessed. Oh, bless you, my boy. Talk. There was a rumble, see? A kind of electrical hum in the air. And all of a sudden, the station seemed to cave in on itself. Wango. Nothing. Any statement? No, but you ought to see the hole. Oh, get statements, flathead. Where are you now? I'm over at the post office, right across the street from Penn. Pop! Pop! Hello. Hello. Hello, Frankie. Frankie, operator. Pop, Pop, we got a flash. The United States Post Office just went. The whole darn city is going piece by piece. Don't lose your head, Albert. Hello. This is the composing room about the Empire State Building, George. Well, it's old news. We've just lost Penn Station and the post office. They're out a new banner head. New York City vanishing. What about Cop? They don't need copy for a story like this. Tell that liner type operator to use their imagination. Albert! Pop! Anything else missing? Priced the building, maybe? Nothing yet, Pop. Oh. Anything reappeared yet? No word on anything. Maybe things are stabilizing. Call composing. Tell them to start rolling. Right, Pop. And find Sweeney. Tell him to phone from downstairs a while ago. I forgot all about him. Tell him he's hired again. I have print any statement that isn't in my mouth. Uh-oh, Pop. Here comes Mr. Trouble. Anna B! Oh, now take it easy, Coleman. Anna B, what are you doing at the city desk? Where's Sanborn? What's going on here anyway? Has everyone gone out of his mind? Listen, the Empire State, the Penn Station, and the post office have all been missing for almost five minutes. Get away from that desk, you. Drop that telephone. Listen! I don't care if Washington, D.C. has been bombed by the Martians. I want you out of this office in two minutes. Albert, cancel those extras. Pop, you get out your fire. Oh, you're not being raised. I'm not interested in the other papers. Just get out of here before I go start raving mad. Hey, Pop. Hey, Pop. Oh, hello, Srini. Where have you been? I've been trying to make up my mind whether to come up or not. When you left me hanging on the phone, I thought you was insulting me. Hey, how come you aren't on the desk? Oh, I'm canned. Canned? Are you kidding? Oh, it's been coming. I really had the place jumping. You should have seen me, Srini. It was like the San Francisco earthquake. Oh, I need a drink. How about... Oh, keep forgetting. Isn't any burleys anymore? No, just a big hole in the ground. Let's walk over. I want to browse around. Oh, Pop, there's nothing to see. Well, let's take a snoop anyway, just for old time's sake. Well, okay, Pop, let's cross. We got the light. Well, will you look at that. Who would have thought that less than ten minutes ago there was a building here. Yeah. Let's climb down and have a look, Srini. Well, what for, Pop? It's getting dark. You know, we'll break our necks. Srini, where's your old reporter spirit? Come on. Okay, but I don't see what you expect to... Oh, my ankle. Easy, easy. Clean as a bone. Let's walk around a bit. See anything? No, just rocks, pieces of the foundation. I'll bet you that... Pop, wait a minute. What? Well, you look at this. So small I almost missed it. Well, I'll be a son of a... A perfect scale model of Burleys. Less than four inches tall. What do you suppose this is doing here? I don't know. Can I help you, gentlemen? Wait a minute. What are you doing down here? I'm looking for my model. Thank you for finding it. It is yours, is it? Certainly. Now, if you'll be kind enough to hand it to me, I'll just put it back in my suitcase. You better give it to him, Pop. Always. Thank you. There we are. Thank you, gentlemen. I thought you just went in for model training. I have always been preoccupied with tiny things. But lately I've been branching out. Well, I really must be going. Thank you very much. He's as loony as a bat. Ah, the geniuses are all crazy. I read it in the book. Sweeney, did you get a look in that suitcase? Sure. I seen it when he opened it in the bar this morning. I mean just now. Oh, why? This morning when he opened his suitcase, he had a little round tube and a set of model trains in it. Nothing else. So? This time he had three other models. So what? Nothing, except they happened to be models of the Empire State, Penn Station, and the United States post office. There he goes down the block, Pop. Brickway! Brickway, come back here! He's starting to run. Here, here's a cab. Come on. What's up, Mark? Catch up with that little guy running down on the block. Make it fast. Okay, Mark. There he is. Hold it, Cabby, hold it. Come on, Sweeney. Hey, how about my toe? Hey, you pups! Stop, gentlemen. Stop, I warn you. Hey, Pop, he's got that little tube out of his suitcase. He's pointing. Grab him, Sweeney. All right, give me that thing. Let go of my arm. Give it to me. There. There. I warn you. Never mind the warnings. Just you come along with us. We're going to have a little talk. Take him up to the office, Sweeney. Shut... Pop! What? Where's the taxi? What? The taxi! If you look at the curb, you'll find your taxi. Jumping Saints! Pop, look at it! Now, gentlemen, perhaps the world will believe in the validity of the Pertwee system of infinite acceleration. All right, Hannibal, now you start talking. I won't. Hold his hand, Sweeney. At the pleasure. Well, Hannibal? Let me out of this office. Talk. Never. Sweeney, where's the tube? Right here, Pop. Now, Hannibal, I give you five seconds to talk, after which I'm turning this tube on you for a taste of your own medicine. Now, think it over. One. Two. No. Three. I hate them. Why should I save them? Four. All right. Put it away, please. That's better. Now, how did you do it? Many years ago, Einstein posed the theory that if an object were sufficiently accelerated, it would gradually flatten out and eventually disappear altogether. Working on this approach, I evolved a method of accelerating the atoms within the molecules, setting an object spinning in four rather than three dimensions. For many years, I tried to sell my idea to the railroad for condensing freight and storage. And you start the thing spinning with this little tube? The tube sends out a whirling ring of electrons which engulf the object. Why did you turn it on those buildings? I was driven to it. Only something dramatic could shock the world into realizing my greatness. But you'll restore them. You brought back Grant's tomb. I can restore them, yes. Not can, Hannibal. Will. On one condition. Well? That your paper give me full credit for my scientific achievement. Front page, pictures, a complete story. It's a deal. Wait a minute, Pop. We don't even work for this paper anymore, remember? We'll take care of that little malice, Sweeney. Mr. Coleman, this is Pop Atterby. You've just rehired me. Now, if you'd care to step down the hall into my new office, I think I can show you something, make your hair stand on end. I have three missing buildings in my desk drawer. Well? He's on fire. Says he's coming down here to have me committed to an institution. Fine. All right, Atterby. All right. What's going on here? I fired you. I ordered you off these premises. And this is a joke. Well, Mr. Coleman, you see these models? What about them? What would you say if I were to tell you that these five-inch models are actually the Empire State, Penn Station, the United States Post Office, and Burley's Bar, and a taxicab, all compressed 500 times. That there are people in them so tiny they can't see them, that even time is so compressed inside these buildings that movement is impossible. This is insanity. Who is this man? I don't... Sit down, Colburn. The show hasn't even started yet. Sweeney, put the taxicab out in the middle of the floor. Okay, Pop. Now, stand back. Hannibal, here's the tube. Now, do your stuff. Stand back. Now. Good Lord. I don't believe it. It's getting bigger. I reversed the polarity of the spin very gradually. What is the idea of blocking traffic, you lousy bum? Hey, where am I? Hey, what happened? How did my cab get in this office? Take it easy, George. What is this? Who are you? Hey, ain't you the fat that skipped out on me? What is this, a bughouse? Well, Mr. Colburn, I... I don't understand. But you do believe. Well, yes, yes. I saw it right before my eyes. Okay, well, then here's the deal. You give our boy Hannibal a front page spread with pictures. He'll take these other buildings back to the original sites and restore them just like they were, with our cameras getting exclusive shots. Now, is it a bargain? Is it a bargain? I may not be the best newspaper man in the world, but this is the biggest thing since Noah's Ark. You're rehired as city editor at your old salary. My old salary? All right, all right. Plus a 500 bonus. Ah, there's a deal. Sweetie, call composing. Tell them to double the size of the front page. Have them hold it for a red-bun of full-page headlines. Got that? Right. Hello, Albert. This is Pop. Listen. I want all photographers up in my office right away. Call research. Tell that girl to have 20 percent of battery big shots over to the former site of Penn Station. Copy. Hey, Mac. Copy, boy. Hey, Mac. I'm busy, George. Sweeney, what's the word? The must-ep. All right, all right. What is it? All I want to know is how do I get my hack out of this office? You have just heard another adventure in time, space, and the unknown world of the future, the world of... Dimension X. How would you like to leave your home and friends for a trip that might last for 10 years or forever? You'll hear all about it on Dimension X next week when we present Shanghai. Today, Dimension X has presented The Professor Was a Thief, an adaptation by George Lepperts of a story by L. Ron Hubbard. Featured in the cast were Arthur Maitland as Pop, John Larkin as Sweeney, and John Gibson as the Professor. Your host was Norman Rose. 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