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BY IRWIN LEWIS ILLUSTRATED BY LEO SUMMERS He was a tall, learned-looking man, about fifty, slightly stooped, with a bulging midriff, tortoise-shell glasses, graying hair, and a strange look in his eyes. I'd noticed him standing outside Shannon's Bar for about ten minutes, pacing back and forth. Then he came in and sat down next to me. It was late afternoon, before the rush hour, and we were the only customers in the place. Jimmy, the bartender, put down the towel with which he'd been idly wiping glasses, and came over. "What'll it be?" The stranger jumped nervously and looked blank for a moment. "Uh ... er ... a glass of beer, please. _Root_ beer." Jimmy snorted. "Try the candy store down the block." "Oh," said the stranger, obviously upset. "Then let me have a glass of regular beer--mild, please." I smiled at Jimmy as he filled a glass. All sorts came into Shannon's. Outside, the traffic on Third Avenue was only a faint hum. The stranger licked the foam tentatively and wrinkled his nose in distaste. He put the glass back on the bar and shook his head. "_Pro superi! quantum mortalia pectora caecae, Noctis habent._" "Huh?" said Jimmy. The stranger smiled briefly. "That is Latin. It means, Oh, ye gods, what darkness of night there is in mortal minds." Jimmy shrugged and went back to wiping glasses. The stranger nodded to me. "Ovid said that. He was a wise man." "Friend of yours?" I asked, just to be polite. "He died nearly two thousand years ago." He tasted the beer again and pushed it away. "Permit me to introduce myself. I am Horace Howard Clarke, associate professor of Roman History at one of the universities in the city." I introduced myself and we shook hands. "Tell me," he said, "do you believe New York can be conquered?" One of those kind, I thought. And here I was with an hour to kill before meeting my date. "Lots of people have taken it in," I started. "I don't mean that kind. I mean physically invaded." "Pretty big job, I'd think." "Very simple." He dropped a small metal disk on the bar. "This could do it--or at least help." I picked up the metal disk. "Why, it's a subway token." "_Almost_ a subway token," he said. "And therein lies the key to conquest. That--and the green lights." I edged away from him. This I didn't need! He leaned towards me. "If only I could convince someone," he said, his lips tight. "Perhaps you will believe me." I got to my feet. "Sorry. But I've got a date." "Please!" The voice was firm, all of a sudden. "It is vital!" I hesitated and Jimmy came over, in case there was trouble. "Well," I said, deciding to humor him, "if it won't take long." "_Brevis esse laboro, obscurus fio._" "Oh?" "If I labor to be brief, I become obscure." I sighed. A long-winded one. And in Latin, yet! He motioned to Jimmy. "Let this gentleman have another drink, bartender." He moved closer to me. "I will tell you what I know," he said. "If you believe, perhaps you will be able to do something about it. This much is certain. Very little time remains before disaster strikes!" * * * * * It all began (he said) prosaically enough on the Tuesday of last week, on the third floor of the Public Library at 42nd Street, in Room 315. There, as you probably know, one may obtain books on most subjects by filling out a slip, receiving an odd or even number, and retiring to either the odd or even Reading Room, where your number will eventually flash on a lighted board. At the time I was engrossed in a study of the early life of Publilius Syrus and, I must admit, glanced only casually at the card given me by the young man at the desk. I saw that it was 18 and proceeded into the Even room on the right for what I knew from past experience would be a tedious wait. Ah! Had I but paid more attention to the card handed me! But "_Ad poenitendum properat, cito qui judicat_." "He makes speed to repentance who judges hastily." The card which I thought was numbered 18, was actually 81. I had inadvertently glanced at it upside down. Had the Roman numeral system been used, as I have long advocated, this unfortunate accident could not have occurred: a XVIII cannot be mistaken for LXXXI no matter which way it is turned! Be that as it may, number 18 flashed on the board in a surprisingly short time and I hastened to obtain the book from the extremely harried young lady behind the counter. I returned to my chair at one of the long reading tables. When I opened the book, which was of a disturbing blue color, I was highly irritated to learn that this was not a biography of Publilius Syrus; furthermore it was not even in Latin. I removed my glasses to make certain (someday I shall simply _have_ to get bifocals) and saw that it was a foreign cookbook. Annoyed, I snatched the book from the table and started to return to the counter. As I did so, a green slip of paper fluttered from between the pages. I glanced at it idly. There was an address on it, scrawled in almost illegible block letters. "432 West 28th Street." Being of a tidy nature, I slipped the bit of paper into my pocket and turned, only to find my way blocked by a rather large man wearing a trench coat with upturned collar. He tapped the book significantly and whispered, "Eight-thirty tonight. You know the place." With that he strode rapidly from the room, giving me no chance to ask him what he was talking about. Irritated, I returned to the counter where a smallish man, wearing a loud-checked suit was arguing with the young lady. He was holding a number card. "But I tell you," said the harassed young lady, "number 18 was flashed on the board and the book was picked up." The little man clucked impatiently and waved the card. "But I have number 18," he said shrilly, "and I must have the book!" Normally I am not a fast thinker. Years of teaching Roman history to classes of dozing students, interested only in easy credits, are not reckoned to sharpen one's wits. However, I instantly realized what must have happened. I tapped the little man on the shoulder. "Pardon me, sir," I whispered, "is this your book?" He whirled around violently. He had a thin, sharp-pointed face with deep-set eyes, heavy brow and a receding chin that terminated in a little scrub of a beard. Rudely he snatched the book from my hand and began leafing through it with shaking fingers. I started to say, "If Roman numerals had been used instead of--" but saw he was paying no attention to me, so I headed for the Main Room to get another card. I had no sooner reached the entrance when I was confronted by the little bearded man again. His mouth was agape with distress, his loud-checked bowtie askew. He waved the book in my face. "Didn't you find anything in here?" he demanded. "Not really," I said. "I have no interest in French cooking." He shook his head vigorously. "I mean _inside_ the book!" "Quiet, please," said the guard at the entrance, holding his finger to his lips disapprovingly. I continued into the Main Room, the little man scurrying alongside me. "Please," he pleaded, "think. Wasn't there _something_ in the book?" Irked at his persistence, I was about to move on, when I remembered. "Why, yes," I said, slowly. "There _was_ something. This." I fished the bit of green paper from my pocket. He snatched it from me, uttered a squeak of delight, and hurried away. * * * * * Relieved that this untidy business was finally done with, I decided to forego Publilius Syrus for the day, since I was no longer in the mood and I had some important papers to edit. So I returned to my home, a rather large and comfortable room on the first floor of a converted brownstone in lower Manhattan. I had no sooner settled down at my desk when there came an urgent knock on my door. I slipped on my glasses and opened the door. Imagine my amazement and irritation when the little man from the library scuttled into the room. He hurried to the window and pulled down the blind. Then he firmly removed my hand from the doorknob, closed the door and locked it. He leaned against the door, facing me. "There _is_ no 432 West 28th Street," he announced, angrily. "The information does not impress me," I said. "How did you find out where I live? And why?" "I asked several of the librarians if they knew you. It seems they did. And since you are listed in the telephone book, the rest was simple." He held up the green slip of paper. "Was this ALL you found?" Well, I thought, childishly pleased, at least I am not one of the innumerable nameless faces that pour in and out of the library daily. "What else was there supposed to be?" I asked pleasantly. The little man sank into my favorite leather chair, almost disappearing from view. He waved the slip of paper aimlessly. "There must be more to it than this." Despite his rudeness I found myself taking a liking to him. He was so intense and so--frightened. "There _was_ a man," I said. He leaped to his feet and clutched my coat. I believe he would have tried to shake me had I not been a foot taller and fully fifty pounds heavier than he. "What man!" [Illustration] "In the library. He indicated that book and said something to me." He leaped onto the chair in his excitement and grasped my shoulders with his hands. We stood thus eye to eye. "Please!" he begged. "Try to remember! What did he say?" "Perhaps you had better tell me what this is all about, Mr...?" "Rumplestein. However, believe me, Professor Clarke, it is much better if you do _not_ know." I shook my head, displaying what my colleagues occasionally call a streak of stubbornness. "You have upset me considerably. I feel I am due some explanation." "No! No! No!" He shook his little head vigorously each time. "Then I cannot recollect what this man said to me." He groaned in dismay and stepped off the chair to the floor. "Very well," he said, finally. "You force me to reveal this." I waited patiently. His head snapped erect. His body stiffened. "I am engaged in a highly secret mission, the purpose of which is to prevent the collapse of this city." I frowned. "You're not serious, of course." "I have never been more serious in my life!" "_Quem Jupiter vult perdere, dementat prius._" "What?" "Whom Jupiter wishes to ruin, he first drives mad," I said. "You think I'm crazy?" I didn't like the gleam in his eye and the tightly pressed lips. I hastily decided I was better off with him gone. These little people, I am told, can sometimes get extremely violent. "I most certainly do," I said, "but that is none of my affair. I will tell you what that man said and then I would appreciate your popping out of my life as you so unceremoniously popped into it." "What did he say?" He leaned forward waiting, it would seem, as if the fate of the world hung in the balance. "Eight-thirty tonight. You know the place." The little man studied the paper, repeating the words. Then he emitted a shriek of ecstasy. "That's it! Now the message is clear! Thank you, Professor Clarke. You have performed a duty towards society and your city." He fled down the hall. I heard the front door slam and returned to my work with a sigh of relief. * * * * * About eleven o'clock the same evening, weary in body and mind, I was preparing for bed when there came what I can only describe as a feeble but urgent rapping on my door. The strange events of the afternoon completely forgotten, I opened the door. There, in the dim light of the hall, considerably the worse for wear, stood my little visitor of the afternoon. He was bare-headed, his dark curly locks plastered to his forehead with perspiration. His bowtie was missing and his checkered suit was covered with splotches of mud and some darker substance, especially around the left arm which he gingerly supported with his right hand. "Mr. Rumplestein!" He shook his head weakly and staggered into the room. "Not Rumplestein," he said, so low I could hardly hear him. "Tonight it's O'Grady." He collapsed on my leather chair, mumbling, "The door." I bolted the door and hurried over to him. "What happened to your arm?" "Never mind that now," he said stoically. Despite his protests I carefully removed his jacket and cut away the sleeve of his shirt. There was an ugly wound on his arm. "How did this happen?" I asked, horrified. "It's nothing," he said. Then he grinned momentarily. "The chap who caused it is feeling _no_ pain at all!" He closed his eyes and his head began to sway. "If you have any liquor," he mumbled, "I feel faint, suddenly--" I rummaged through my desk and found a tiny bottle of some cordial a colleague had once brought me as a jest, knowing I do not drink. While Mr. Rumplestein, or O'Grady, gulped down the liquid I inspected the wound. "A doctor should look at that," I said. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, the top of his head a good twelve inches below the top of the chair. "I feel better now," he sighed. "Then perhaps you will be good enough to tell me what this is all about." As I spoke I washed and dressed his wound as best I could. "You realize, my good fellow, for all I know you may be wanted by the police, in which case I could be arrested for harboring a criminal." "I assure you, Professor Clarke, I am no criminal." He plucked a bit of mud from his beard and carefully deposited it on the table. "But you've been wounded! And you infer you did some bodily harm to someone else." He chuckled softly. "Bodily harm? I killed him!" I recoiled in fright. "I must notify the police!" "No! That would ruin everything! New York would be destroyed!!" I clucked impatiently. "Please, Mr. Rumplestein, or O'Grady, or whatever your name is. If you cannot give me an honest answer, I shall be forced to call the authorities. This nonsense about--" He held up his hand and emitted a huge sigh. "Very well," he said, "I will tell you what this is all about because my usefulness may come to an end abruptly and you may have to carry on. Listen carefully." I waited with mounting impatience. "New York," he said after a brief pause, "is a huge, sprawling metropolis that breeds within itself the seeds of its own destruction. Transportation." I raised an eyebrow. "At best," he went on, "the traffic in Manhattan does not flow--it limps. Let one traffic light fail and vehicles are backed up for several blocks. True?" I nodded. "Yes." "Very well. Imagine, then, a situation where, at one given instant every single traffic light on this congested island turns green and STAYS green." I shuddered at the thought. "Picture the beauty of it," he said. "Not red, which would cause all automobiles to stop, but green, the signal to go! Imagine their mad desire to rush forward in righteous obedience to the law, and their awful frustration to find every other automobile and truck obeying the same law, regardless of the direction from which it is coming. It has been estimated by noted mathematicians who are involved in this plan, that within forty-five seconds all traffic in Manhattan would come to a standstill, it becoming impossible for a car to move forward or backward. Oh, what utter chaos!" "_Ab homine homini periculum quotidianum_," I said. "Eh?" "Man is daily in danger from man. An ancient Roman said that." "He knew what he was talking about. But this is only Phase One of the plan. A corollary is based upon the axiom that one disabled automobile is equal to ten thousand operating ones." "I don't follow." * * * * * "The highways leading into and out of this island. Regardless of the number of lanes, if one automobile breaks down, traffic is immobilized for miles. Multiply that by several dozen, all at the same time, on all the entrances and exits to the island, and no earthly power could untangle that situation in less than a week, if then!" His words evoked an image of metal monsters, stretched as far as the eye could see, steam pouring from their overheated radiators as they raucously bleated for help. "All this can be accomplished quite simply and inexpensively," continued my bearded little man. "However, what of subsurface transportation?" "You mean the subway system?" "Exactly. Once again, simplicity is the key. What do subway riders use to gain entrance through the turnstiles? Tokens. Let us suppose that on this same given day the majority of tokens distributed are all fractionally larger than normal. Not enough to be noticed, mind you, but just enough so they cannot pass through the slots and activate the mechanism." "But--" "Do you realize the absolute ingenuity of this plan? Subway riders by the thousands will be trying to put tokens _that they paid for_ into slots that will not receive them! The tremendous howl of anguish that will arise! The roar of frustration and then anger as the thousands pile upon the thousands at rush hour! The screaming and pushing as multitudes press forward at each subway station, demanding their rights of ingress as good citizens, while more multitudes press from the incoming trains demanding their rights of egress! Unquestionably the entire subway system will collapse in a matter of minutes! What was it you said before?" "_Ab homine homini periculum quotidianum?_" "And how!" He lit a cigar and puffed away for a few moments, filling my room with its foul odor. "Ingenious, eh?" he said finally. "But to what end?" I asked. "If anarchy rules the city, how could whoever is behind this plan assume control?" He leaned back in the chair, disappearing from view. "That is not part of the scheme. The purpose is to arouse the rest of the country to what has happened to its greatest metropolis. Every eye, ear, radio and television station will be turned towards Manhattan. The armed forces, all the resources of the government will, within hours, pour into the city, or try to. And at precisely that moment the rest of the country will be childishly open to invasion! If this plan succeeds, professor, the United States will be conquered within a matter of days, with remarkably little destruction or loss of life." I stared at the little figure in the chair. Was he serious? More important--was he sane? "Who is planning this invasion?" "Who else?" "Why tell me this story? Why not go to the authorities?" "I need sufficient proof, first. Unfortunately, matters are coming to a head far sooner than I expected. In addition, my disposing of one of their men earlier," he tapped his left arm significantly, "has left me in a vulnerable position. I dare not go to the authorities myself, for fear of exposing myself. And believe me"--he snapped his fingers--"I would not get as far as the nearest policeman. However, professor, you are unsuspected. _You_ could report this plan with no danger to yourself." "Enough! My dear Mr. Rumplestein-O'Grady, do you expect me to charge into a police station and blurt out this ridiculous story?" "I don't expect you to charge anywhere, professor. Not without proof. I will get the proof for you, by tomorrow. Then--as I suspect--if _I_ am unable to warn the authorities, I will expect _you_ to do so. In the meantime, make use of these when you go to the university, tomorrow. I found them on the body of the man I disposed of." He dropped several tinkly objects on my desk, rose, and, without another word, was gone. I picked up the items. They were subway tokens. I hurried to the window and glanced out. I could see the little man hurrying down the street, his head bobbing up and down like a swimmer in the ocean. Then, my mind in a turmoil, I turned out the light and went to bed. Fortunately, regardless of the press of circumstances, I have never had difficulty in falling asleep and tonight was no exception. * * * * * At seven-thirty the next morning I arose, dressed, and prepared my breakfast. I thought of the events of the preceding evening. Had it not been for the bloodied towel with which I had washed the little man's wounds, I might have dismissed the entire incident as a dream. I continued to think about it while walking to the subway. I berated myself for taking the story seriously even for a moment, as I dropped a token into the turnstile and pressed forward. I gasped in sudden pain as the turnstile, still locked, pushed into my midriff. I glanced at the token in the slot. It had not dropped. I pressed it down. It refused to budge. I tried several other tokens, all with the same result. By this time half a dozen people had gathered behind me, making angry remarks. Flustered, I backed away, bought a token from the cashier, and rode to the University. Then it was I recalled that I had tried to use the tokens my strange visitor had placed on my desk before parting from me, and which I had, without thinking, picked up in the morning. All that day I pondered over the tokens and the odd tale of Mr. Rumplestein-O'Grady. I could still give it no credence, but I _was_ disturbed. On my way home, that evening, as is my wont, I bought a newspaper and began reading it casually. Just before reaching my station, I came across a small item on one of the inside pages. It stated that a small, bearded man, wearing a checkered suit, had been found in the river that morning, stabbed. There were no identification papers on him, only a pocket full of subway tokens which, police believed, had been used to weight down the body. "Good heavens!" I said aloud. Several passengers raised their eyebrows. I flushed, hurried out of the train and to my apartment where I fell into my chair, shocked and shaking. No doubt the body was that of Rumplestein. The poor little man! What did this mean? Could his story conceivably have been true? The knock on my door startled me. "Professor, are you home?" It was my landlady. When I opened the door she handed me an envelope with my name written on it in small, neat letters. "A little fellow with a beard gave it to me early this morning, after you'd gone. He said to be sure you got it. Then he ran away." She shook her head in obvious disapproval of such actions. After she left I tore open the envelope and read the contents. "By the time you see this chances are excellent that I shall be dead. However, that is of little importance. I have found the proof we need--their distribution plant. It's an old warehouse. I am going there to see if I cannot obtain concrete proof--perhaps a pocketful of tokens. If I fail, you must carry on. Farewell, professor. It was a privilege knowing you." Beneath the message was an address which I recognized as being in one of the less reputable sections of the city. There was no signature. What to do! What to do! I no longer doubted the truth of little Mr. Rumplestein-O'Grady's story. But what to do about it? I considered going to the warehouse, but the thought of high adventure sends nothing but ennui coursing through my veins. Besides, there was undoubtedly some element of danger in that course. The police! Naturally! They would know how to deal with this situation and perhaps even avenge poor Mr. Rumplestein's death. Filled with righteous anger and indignation I hurried out and went to the nearest police station. In retrospect I can understand the reaction of the desk sergeant to my wild-eyed claim that the city was in imminent danger of invasion and he must do something about it at once! "How much, now, have ye had to drink?" he asked calmly. When I swore that I was as sober as he, he grew purple with rage and threatened to have me thrown into jail for insulting a police officer unless I disappeared immediately. All that night and the next day I tried to reach someone in authority with my information. The New York City police were admirably calm about my information. My actions and voice, however, seemed to disturb them greatly. When I insisted they investigate the warehouse, they told me the officer on the beat would do so in good time. When I suggested they examine the tokens found on the body they informed me that these had been turned over to the Property Clerk and if not claimed within ninety days would be given to the PAL. As a last desperate measure I went to the New York office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation and presented myself to one of the Federal men. I told him my story. He looked at me calmly, then pored through a thick book on his desk. He closed one eye thoughtfully and peered at me through the other. "There's really nothing," he said, "that we can do about it." "Don't you believe me?" "That has nothing to do with it. According to regulations this is strictly a municipal affair. It doesn't come within the jurisdiction of the FBI. And we wouldn't want to step on municipal toes." He closed the book smartly. I was crushed. I couldn't believe it. Finally I said, "_Serum est cavendi tempus in mediis malis!_" "What?" "'It is too late to be cautious when in the very midst of dangers.' Seneca said that two thousand years ago." The young man rose and nodded towards the door. "Good day, professor. And an _E pluribus unum_ to you!" That was an hour ago. * * * * * Professor Clarke stopped talking. Jimmy and I said nothing. The only sound was the hum of traffic outside. "And that is the way it is, gentlemen," said Professor Clarke, finally. "_Quando cadet Roma, cadet et mundus._ When Rome falls--the world!" He sipped the beer which by now had gone flat. "Do you believe me?" Jimmy and I exchanged glances. "Have another beer," said Jimmy. "On the house." "I see." Professor Clarke sighed. "Well, I cannot really blame you, gentlemen. I only hope you do not live to regret it." He got up and put a coin on the bar. Jimmy went to make change. Then we became aware of automobile horns blasting steadily on a rising note of urgency. Jimmy and I ran outside. Traffic was piling up rapidly in the street. And as far as we could see in every direction, all the traffic lights had turned green! "Holy cow!" said Jimmy. "He was telling the truth!" "So it appears," said a voice at my elbow. I turned. It was the professor. There was a sad, wistful expression on his face. "_Quod erat demonstrandum_," he said softly. "Q.E.D." Then, as the horns got louder, and we could hear drivers cursing, he strode down the street and around the corner. "Professor!" I yelled. "Wait!" I started to run after him when the horns stopped blowing. Cars started moving again, and many of the traffic lights had turned red. Jimmy wiped his face in obvious relief. "Must have been a short circuit," he said hoarsely. "But for a minute--" "Yes," I said. "A short circuit. Or maybe--a dry run to test facilities for the big day?" Neither one of us said anything, but we both had the same thought as we returned to the bar. I picked up the subway token the professor had left there. I flipped it in the air several times and looked at Jimmy. He nodded in agreement. I went out and headed for the nearest subway. Q.E.D.? Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Analog Science Fact & Fiction_ August 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of "To Invade New York....", by Irwin Lewis *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK "TO INVADE NEW YORK...." *** ***** This file should be named 30844.txt or 30844.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: https://www.gutenberg.org/3/0/8/4/30844/ Produced by Greg Weeks, Stephen Blundell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed. 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