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“Yes.”
    â€œLocate Saul for me, will you?”
    â€œI’ll ring the corridors.” A pause. “Can’t find him.”
    â€œThanks.” The Attendant was puzzled. He was beginning to make little sniffing motions with his nose. “Do you— smell anything?”
    Lantry sniffed. “No. Why?”
    â€œI smell something.”
    Lantry took hold of the knife in his pocket. He waited.
    â€œI remember once when I was a kid,” said the man. “And we found a cow lying dead in the field. It had been there two days in the hot sun. That’s what this smell is. I wonder what it’s from?”
    â€œOh, I know what it is,” said Lantry quietly. He held out his hand. “Here.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œMe, of course.”
    â€œYou?”
    â€œDead several hundred years.”
    â€œYou’re an odd joker.” The Attendant was puzzled.
    â€œVery.” Lantry took out the knife. “Do you know what this is?”
    â€œA knife.”
    â€œDo you ever use knives on people anymore?”
    â€œHow do you mean?”
    â€œI mean—killing them, with knives or guns or poison?”
    â€œYou are an odd joker!” The man giggled awkwardly.
    â€œI’m going to kill you,” said Lantry.
    â€œNobody kills anybody,” said the man.
    â€œNot any more they don’t. But they used to, in the old days.”
    â€œI know they did.”
    â€œThis will be the first murder in three hundred years. I just killed your friend. I just shoved him into the fire lock.”
    That remark had the desired effect. It numbed the man so completely, locked him so thoroughly with its illogical aspects that Lantry had time to walk forward. He put the knife against the man’s chest. “I’m going to kill you.”
    â€œThat’s silly,” said the man, numbly. “People don’t do that.”
    â€œLike this,” said Lantry. “You see?”
    The knife slid into the chest. The man stared at it for a moment. Lantry caught the falling body.
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    T HE S ALEM F LUE EXPLODED AT SIX THAT MORNING . T HE great fire chimney shattered into ten thousand parts and flung itself into the earth and into the sky and into the houses of the sleeping people. There was fire and sound, more fire than autumn made burning in the hills.
    William Lantry was five miles away at the time of the explosion. He saw the town ignited by the great spreading cremation of it. And he shook his head and laughed a little bit and clapped his hands smartly together.
    Relatively simple. You walked around killing people who didn’t believe in murder, had only heard of it indirectly as some dim gone custom of the old barbarian races. You walked into the control room of the Incinerator and said, “How do you work this Incinerator?” and the control man told you, because everybody told the truth in this world of the future, nobody lied, there was no reason to lie, there was no danger to lie against. There was only one criminal in the world, and nobody knew HE existed yet.
    Oh, it was an incredibly beautiful setup. The Control Man had told him just how the Incinerator worked, what pressure gauges controlled the flood of fire gasses going up the flue, what levers were adjusted or readjusted. He and Lantry had had quite a talk. It was an easy free world. People trusted people. A moment later Lantry had shoved a knife in the Control Man also and set the pressure gauges for an overload to occur half an hour later, and walked out of the Incinerator halls, whistling.
    Now even the sky was palled with the vast black cloud of the explosion.
    â€œThis is only the first,” said Lantry, looking at the sky. “I’ll tear all the others down before they even suspect there’s an unethical man loose in their society. They can’t account for a variable like me. I’m beyond their understanding. I’m incomprehensible, impossible,