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Ludwig + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Holes and John Smith + +Author: Edward W. Ludwig + +Illustrator: Kelly Freas + +Release Date: June 3, 2010 [EBook #32667] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOLES AND JOHN SMITH *** + + + + +Produced by Greg Weeks and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="tr"><p class="center">Transcriber's Note:</p> +<p class="center">This etext was produced from IF Worlds of Science Fiction June 1954. Extensive +research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was +renewed.</p></div> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img class="img1" src="images/cover.jpg" width="400" height="580" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<p> </p> + + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>He was something out of a nightmare but his music was straight +from heaven. He was a ragged little man out of a hole but he +was money in the bank to Stanley's four-piece combo. He was</i>—whoops!...</p></div> +<p> </p> + +<h1>The Holes and John Smith</h1> + +<h2>By Edward W. Ludwig</h2> +<p> </p> + +<h3>Illustration by Kelly Freas</h3> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figleft"><img src="images/image_1.png" alt="" width="400" height="703" /></div> + +<p>It all began on a Saturday +night at <i>The Space Room</i>. If +you've seen any recent Martian +travel folders, you know the place: +"A picturesque oasis of old Martian +charm, situated on the beauteous +Grand Canal in the heart of +Marsport. Only half a mile from +historic Chandler Field, landing +site of the first Martian expedition +nearly fifty years ago in 1990. A +visitor to the hotel, lunch room or +cocktail lounge will thrill at the +sight of hardy space pioneers mingling +side by side with colorful +Martian tribesmen. An evening at +<i>The Space Room</i> is an amazing, +unforgettable experience."</p> + +<p>Of course, the folders neglect to +add that the most amazing aspect is +the scent of the Canal's stagnant +water—and that the most unforgettable +experience is seeing the "root-of-all-evil" +evaporate from your +pocketbook like snow from the +Great Red Desert.</p> + +<p>We were sitting on the bandstand +of the candle-lit cocktail lounge. +Me—Jimmie Stanley—and my +four-piece combo. Maybe you've +seen our motto back on Earth: +"The Hottest Music This Side of +Mercury."</p> + +<p>But there weren't four of us tonight. +Only three. Ziggy, our bass +fiddle man, had nearly sliced off +two fingers while opening a can of +Saturnian ice-fish, thus decreasing +the number of our personnel by a +tragic twenty-five per cent.</p> + +<p>Which was why Ke-teeli, our +boss, was descending upon us with +all the grace of an enraged Venusian +vinosaur.</p> + +<p>"Where ees museek?" he shrilled +in his nasal tenor. He was almost +skeleton thin, like most Martians, +and so tall that if he fell down he'd +be half way home.</p> + +<p>I gulped. "Our bass man can't +be here, but we've called the Marsport +local for another. He'll be here +any minute."</p> + +<p>Ke-teeli, sometimes referred to +as Goon-Face and The Eye, leered +coldly down at me from his eight-foot-three. +His eyes were like black +needle points set deep in a mask of +dry, ancient, reddish leather.</p> + +<p>"Ees no feedle man, ees no job," +he squeaked.</p> + +<p>I sighed. This was the week our +contract ended. Goon-Face had displayed +little enough enthusiasm for +our music as it was. His comments +were either, "Ees too loud, too fast," +or "Ees too slow, too soft." The real +cause of his concern being, I suspected, +the infrequency with which +his cash register tinkled.</p> + +<p>"But," I added, "even if the new +man doesn't come, <i>we're</i> still here. +We'll play for you." I glanced at +the conglomeration of uniformed +spacemen, white-suited tourists, +and loin-clothed natives who sat at +ancient stone tables. "You wouldn't +want to disappoint your customers, +would you?"</p> + +<p>Ke-teeli snorted. "Maybe ees better +dey be deesappointed. Ees better +no museek den bad museek."</p> + +<p>Fat Boy, our clarinetist who doubles +on Martian horn-harp, made a +feeble attempt at optimism. "Don't +worry, Mr. Ke-teeli. That new bass +man will be here."</p> + +<p>"Sure," said Hammer-Head, our +red-haired vibro-drummer. "I think +I hear him coming now."</p> + +<p>Suspiciously, Ke-teeli eyed the +entrance. There was only silence. +His naked, parchment-like chest +swelled as if it were an expanding +balloon.</p> + +<p>"Five meenutes!" he shrieked. +"Eef no feedle, den you go!" And +he whirled away.</p> + +<p>We waited.</p> + +<p>Fat Boy's two hundred and +eighty-odd pounds were drooped +over his chair like the blubber of an +exhausted, beach-stranded whale.</p> + +<p>"Well," he muttered, "there's always +the uranium pits of Neptune. +Course, you don't live more than +five years there—"</p> + +<p>"Maybe we could make it back +to Lunar City," suggested Hammer-Head.</p> + +<p>"Using what for fare?" I asked. +"Your brains?"</p> + +<p>Hammer-Head groaned. "No. I +guess it'll have to be the black pits +of Neptune. The home of washed-up +interplanetary musicians. It's too +bad. We're so young, too."</p> + +<p>The seconds swept by. Ke-teeli +was casting his razor-edged glare in +our direction. I brushed the chewed +finger nails from the keyboard of +my electronic piano.</p> + +<p>Then it happened.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>From the entrance of <i>The +Space Room</i> came a thumping +and a grating and a banging. Suddenly, +sweeping across the dance +floor like a cold wind, was a bass +fiddle, an enormous black monstrosity, +a refugee from a pawnbroker's +attic. It was queerly shaped. It was +too tall, too wide. It was more like +a monstrous, midnight-black hour-glass +than a bass.</p> + +<p>The fiddle was not unaccompanied +as I'd first imagined. Behind +it, streaking over the floor in a +waltz of agony, was a little guy, an +animated matchstick with a flat, +broad face that seemed to have +been compressed in a vice. His sandcolored +mop of hair reminded me +of a field of dry grass, the long +strands forming loops that flanked +the sides of his face.</p> + +<p>His pale blue eyes were watery, +like twin pools of fog. His tightfitting +suit, as black as the bass, +was something off a park bench. It +was impossible to guess his age. He +could have been anywhere between +twenty and forty.</p> + +<p>The bass thumped down upon +the bandstand.</p> + +<p>"Hello," he puffed. "I'm John +Smith, from the Marsport union." +He spoke shrilly and rapidly, as if +anxious to conclude the routine of +introductions. "I'm sorry I'm late, +but I was working on my plan."</p> + +<p>A moment's silence.</p> + +<p>"Your plan?" I echoed at last.</p> + +<p>"How to get back home," he +snapped as if I should have known +it already.</p> + +<p>Hummm, I thought.</p> + +<p>My gaze turned to the dance +floor. Goon-Face had his eyes on +us, and they were as cold as six Indians +going South.</p> + +<p>"We'll talk about your plan at +intermission," I said, shivering. +"Now, we'd better start playing. +John, do you know <i>On An Asteroid +With You</i>?"</p> + +<p>"I know <i>everything</i>," said John +Smith.</p> + +<p>I turned to my piano with a +shudder. I didn't dare look at that +horrible fiddle again. I didn't dare +think what kind of soul-chilling +tones might emerge from its ancient +depths.</p> + +<p>And I didn't dare look again at +the second monstrosity, the one +named John Smith. I closed my +eyes and plunged into a four-bar +intro.</p> + +<p>Hammer-Head joined in on +vibro-drums and Fat Boy on clarinet, +and then—</p> + +<p>My eyes burst open. A shiver +coursed down my spine like gigantic +mice feet.</p> + +<p>The tones that surged from that +monstrous bass were ecstatic. They +were out of a jazzman's Heaven. +They were great rolling clouds that +seemed to envelop the entire universe +with their vibrance. They +held a depth and a volume and a +richness that were astounding, that +were like no others I'd ever heard.</p> + +<p>First they went <i>Boom-de-boom-de-boom-de-boom</i>, +and then, <i>boom-de-de-boom-de-de-boom-de-de-boom</i>, +just like the tones of all bass +fiddles.</p> + +<p>But there was something else, too. +There were overtones, so that John +wasn't just playing a single note, +but a whole chord with each beat. +And the fullness, the depth of those +incredible chords actually set my +blood tingling. I could <i>feel</i> the +tingling just as one can feel the vibration +of a plucked guitar string.</p> + +<p>I glanced at the cash customers. +They looked like weary warriors +getting their first glimpse of Valhalla. +Gap-jawed and wide-eyed, +they seemed in a kind of ecstatic +hypnosis. Even the silent, bland-faced +Martians stopped sipping +their wine-syrup and nodded their +dark heads in time with the rhythm.</p> + +<p>I looked at The Eye. The transformation +of his gaunt features +was miraculous. Shadows of gloom +dissolved and were replaced by +a black-toothed, crescent-shaped +smile of delight. His eyes shone like +those of a kid seeing Santa Claus.</p> + +<p>We finished <i>On An Asteroid With +You</i>, modulated into <i>Sweet Sally +from Saturn</i> and finished with +<i>Tighten Your Lips on Titan</i>.</p> + +<p>We waited for the applause of +the Earth people and the shrilling +of the Martians to die down. Then +I turned to John and his fiddle.</p> + +<p>"If I didn't hear it," I gasped, +"I wouldn't believe it!"</p> + +<p>"And the fiddle's so old, too!" +added Hammer-Head who, although +sober, seemed quite drunk.</p> + +<p>"Old?" said John Smith. "Of +course it's old. It's over five thousand +years old. I was lucky to find +it in a pawnshop. Only it's not a +fiddle but a <i>Zloomph</i>. This is the +only one in existence." He patted +the thing tenderly. "I tried the hole +in it but it isn't the right one."</p> + +<p>I wondered what the hell he was +talking about. I studied the black, +mirror-like wood. The aperture in +the vesonator was like that of any +bass fiddle.</p> + +<p>"Isn't right for what?" I had to +ask.</p> + +<p>He turned his sad eyes to me. +"For going home," he said.</p> + +<p>Hummm, I thought.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>We played. Tune after tune. +John knew them all, from the +latest pop melodies to a swing version +of the classic <i>Rhapsody of The +Stars</i>. He was a quiet guy during +the next couple of hours, and getting +more than a few words from +him seemed as hard as extracting a +tooth. He'd stand by his fiddle—I +mean, his <i>Zloomph</i>—with a dreamy +expression in those watery eyes, +staring at nothing.</p> + +<p>But after one number he studied +Fat Boy's clarinet for a moment. +"Nice clarinet," he mused. "Has an +unusual hole in the front."</p> + +<p>Fat Boy scratched the back of +his head. "You—you mean here? +Where the music comes out?"</p> + +<p>John Smith nodded. "Unusual."</p> + +<p>Hummm, I thought again.</p> + +<p>Awhile later I caught him eyeing +my piano keyboard. "What's +the matter, John?"</p> + +<p>He pointed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, there," I said. "A cigarette +fell out of my ashtray, burnt a hole +in the key. If The Eye sees it, he'll +swear at me in seven languages."</p> + +<p>"Even there," he said softly, +"even there...."</p> + +<p>There was no doubt about it. +John Smith was peculiar, but he +was the best bass man this side of a +musician's Nirvana.</p> + +<p>It didn't take a genius to figure +out our situation. Item one: Goon-Face's +countenance had evidenced +an excellent imitation of Mephistopheles +before John began to play. +Item two: Goon-Face had beamed +like a kitten with a quart of cream +after John began to play.</p> + +<p>Conclusion: If we wanted to +keep eating, we'd have to persuade +John Smith to join our combo.</p> + +<p>At intermission I said, "How +about a drink, John? Maybe a shot +of wine-syrup?"</p> + +<p>He shook his head.</p> + +<p>"Then maybe a Venusian fizz?"</p> + +<p>His grunt was negative.</p> + +<p>"Then some old-fashioned beer?"</p> + +<p>He smiled. "Yes, I <i>like</i> beer."</p> + +<p>I escorted him to the bar and assisted +him in his arduous climb onto +a stool.</p> + +<p>"John," I ventured after he'd +taken an experimental sip, "where +have you been hiding? A guy like +you should be playing every night."</p> + +<p>John yawned. "Just got here. Figured +I might need some money so +I went to the union. Then I worked +on my plan."</p> + +<p>"Then you need a job. How +about playing with us steady? We +like your style a lot."</p> + +<p>He made a long, low humming +sound which I interpreted as an +expression of intense concentration. +"I don't know," he finally drawled.</p> + +<p>"It'd be a steady job, John." Inspiration +struck me. "And listen, I +have an apartment. It's got everything, +solar shower, automatic chef, +'copter landing—if we ever get a +'copter. Plenty of room there for +two people. You can stay with me +and it won't cost you a cent. And +we'll even pay you over union +wages."</p> + +<p>His watery gaze wandered lazily +to the bar mirror, down to the glittering +array of bottles and then out +to the dance floor.</p> + +<p>He yawned again and spoke +slowly, as if each word were a leaden +weight cast reluctantly from his +tongue:</p> + +<p>"No, I don't ... care much ... +about playing."</p> + +<p>"What <i>do</i> you like to do, John?"</p> + +<p>His string-bean of a body stiffened. +"I like to study ancient history ... +and I must work on my +plan."</p> + +<p>Oh Lord, that plan again!</p> + +<p>I took a deep breath. "Tell me +about it, John. It <i>must</i> be interesting."</p> + +<p>He made queer clicking noises +with his mouth that reminded me +of a mechanical toy being wound +into motion. "The whole foundation +of this or any other culture is +based on the history of all the time +dimensions, each interwoven with +the other, throughout the ages. And +the holes provide a means of studying +all of it first hand."</p> + +<p><i>Oh, oh</i>, I thought. <i>But you still +have to eat. Remember, you still +have to eat.</i></p> + +<p>"Trouble is," he went on, "there +are so many holes in this universe."</p> + +<p>"Holes?" I kept a straight face.</p> + +<p>"Certainly. Look around you. All +you see is holes. These beer bottles +are just holes surrounded by glass. +The doors and windows—they're +holes in walls. The mine tunnels +make a network of holes under the +desert. Caves are holes, animals live +in holes, our faces have holes, +clothes have holes—millions and +millions of holes!"</p> + +<p>I winced and thought, humor +him because you gotta eat, you +gotta eat.</p> + +<p>His voice trembled with emotion. +"Why, they're everywhere. They're +in pots and pans, in pipes, in rocket +jets, in bumpy roads. There are buttonholes +and well holes, and shoelace +holes. There are doughnut +holes and stocking holes and woodpecker +holes and cheese holes. +Oceans lie in holes in the earth, +and rivers and canals and valleys. +The craters of the Moon are holes. +Everything is—"</p> + +<p>"But, John," I said as patiently as +possible, "what have these holes +got to do with you?"</p> + +<p>He glowered at me as if I were +unworthy of such a confidence. +"What have they to do with me?" +he shrilled. "I can't find the right +one—that's what!"</p> + +<p>I closed my eyes. "Which particular +hole are you looking for, John?"</p> + +<p>He was speaking rapidly again +now.</p> + +<p>"I was hurrying back to the University +with the <i>Zloomph</i> to prove +a point of ancient history to those +fools. They don't believe that instruments +which make music actually +existed before the tapes! It +was dark—and some fool researcher +had forgotten to set a force-field +over the hole—I fell through."</p> + +<p>I closed my eyes. "Now wait a +minute. Did you drop something, +lose it in the hole—is that why you +have to find it?"</p> + +<p>"Oh I didn't lose anything important," +he snapped, "<i>just</i> my own +time dimension. And if I don't get +back they will think I couldn't prove +my theory, that I'm ashamed to +come back, and I'll be discredited."</p> + +<p>His chest sagged for an instant. +Then he straightened. "But there's +still time for my plan to work out—with +the relative difference taken +into account. Only I get so tired +just thinking about it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I can see where thinking +about it would tire any one."</p> + +<p>He nodded. "But it can't be too +far away."</p> + +<p>"I'd like to hear more about it," +I said. "But if you're not going to +play with us—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'll play with you," he +beamed. "I can talk to <i>you</i>. <i>You</i> +understand."</p> + +<p>Thank heaven!</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>Heaven lasted for just three +days. During those seventy-two +golden hours the melodious tinkling +of The Eye's cash register was as +constant as that of Santa's sleigh +bells.</p> + +<p>John became the hero of tourists, +spacemen, and Martians, but nevertheless +he remained stubbornly +aloof. He was quiet, moody, playing +his <i>Zloomph</i> automatically. He'd +reveal definite indications of belonging +to Homo Sapiens only when +drinking beer and talking about his +holes.</p> + +<p>Goon-Face was still cautious.</p> + +<p>"Contract?" he wheezed. "Maybe. +We see. Eef feedleman stay, we +have contract. He stay, yes?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, sure," I said. "He'll stay—just +as long as you want him."</p> + +<p>"Den he sign contract, too. No +beeg feedle, no contract."</p> + +<p>"Sure. We'll get him to sign it." +I laughed hollowly. "Don't worry, +Mr. Ke-teeli."</p> + +<p>Just a few minutes later tragedy +struck.</p> + +<p>A reporter from the <i>Marsport +Times</i> ambled into interview the +Man of The Hour. The interview, +unfortunately, was conducted over +the bar and accompanied by a generous +guzzling of beer. Fat Boy, +Hammer-Head and I watched +from a table. Knowing John as we +did, a silent prayer was in our eyes.</p> + +<p>"This is the first time he's talked +to anybody," Fat Boy breathed. +"I—I'm scared.</p> + +<p>"Nothing can happen," I said, +optimistically. "This'll be good publicity."</p> + +<p>We watched.</p> + +<p>John murmured something. The +reporter, a paunchy, balding man, +scribbled furiously in his notebook.</p> + +<p>John yawned, muttered something +else. The reporter continued +to scribble.</p> + +<p>John sipped beer. His eyes +brightened, and he began to talk +more rapidly.</p> + +<p>The reporter frowned, stopped +writing, and studied John curiously.</p> + +<p>John finished his first beer, +started on his second. His eyes were +wild, and he was talking more and +more rapidly.</p> + +<p>"He's doing it," Hammer-Head +groaned. "He's telling him!"</p> + +<p>I rose swiftly. "We better get +over there. We should have known +better—"</p> + +<p>We were too late. The reporter +had already slapped on his hat and +was striding to the exit. John turned +to us, dazed, his enthusiasm vanishing +like air from a punctured balloon.</p> + +<p>"He wouldn't listen," he said, +weakly. "I tried to tell him, but he +said he'd come back when I'm +sober. I'm sober now. So I quit. +I've got to find my hole."</p> + +<p>I patted him on the back. "No, +John, we'll help you. Don't quit. +We'll—well, we'll help you."</p> + +<p>"We're working on a plan, too," +said Fat Boy in a burst of inspiration. +"We're going to make a more +scientific approach."</p> + +<p>"How?" John asked.</p> + +<p>Fat Boy gulped.</p> + +<p>"Just wait another day," I said. +"We'll have it worked out. Just be +patient another day. You can't +leave now, not after all your work."</p> + +<p>"No, I guess not," he sighed. "I'll +stay—until tomorrow."</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>All night the thought crept +through my brain like a teasing +spider: <i>What can we do to make +him stay? What can we tell him? +What, what, what?</i></p> + +<p>Unable to sleep the next morning, +I left John to his snoring and +went for an aspirin and black coffee. +All the possible schemes were +drumming through my mind: finding +an Earth blonde to capture +John's interest, having him electro-hypnotized, +breaking his leg, forging +a letter from this mythical university +telling him his theory was +proved valid and for him to take +a nice long vacation now. He was +a screwball about holes and force +fields and dimensional worlds but +for that music of his I'd baby him +the rest of his life.</p> + +<p>It was early afternoon when I +trudged back to my apartment.</p> + +<p>John was squatting on the living +room floor, surrounded by a forest +of empty beer bottles. His eyes were +bulging, his hair was even wilder +than usual, and he was swaying.</p> + +<p>"John!" I cried. "You're drunk!"</p> + +<p>His watery eyes squinted at me. +"No, not drunk. Just scared. I'm +awful scared!"</p> + +<p>"But you mustn't be scared. That +reporter was just stupid. We'll help +you with your theory."</p> + +<p>His body trembled. "No, it isn't +that. It isn't the reporter."</p> + +<p>"Then what is it, John?"</p> + +<p>"It's my body. It's—"</p> + +<p>"Yes, what about your body? +Are you sick?"</p> + +<p>His face was white with terror. +"No, my—<i>my body's full of holes</i>. +Suppose it's one of those holes! +How will I get back if it is?"</p> + +<p>He rose and staggered to his +<i>Zloomph</i>, clutching it as though it +were somehow a source of strength +and consolation.</p> + +<p>I patted him gingerly on the arm. +"Now John. You've just had too +much beer, that's all. Let's go out +and get some air and some strong +black coffee. C'mon now."</p> + +<p>We staggered out into the morning +darkness, the three of us. John, +the <i>Zloomph</i>, and I.</p> + +<p>I was hanging on to him trying +to see around and over and even +under the <i>Zloomph</i>—steering by a +sort of radar-like sixth sense. The +street lights on Marsport are pretty +dim compared to Earthside. I +didn't see the open manhole that +the workmen had figured would be +all right at that time of night. It +gets pretty damned cold around 4: A.M. +of a Martian morning, and I +guess the men were warming up +with a little nip at the bar across +the street.</p> + +<p>Then—he was gone.</p> + +<p>John just slipped out of my grasp—<i>Zloomph</i> +and all—and was gone—completely +and irrevocably gone. +I even risked a broken neck and +jumped in the manhole after him. +Nothing—nothing but the smell of +ozone and an echo bouncing crazily +off the walls of the conduit.</p> + +<p>"—is it.—is it.—is it.—is it."</p> + +<p>John Smith was gone, so utterly +and completely and tragically gone +it was as if he'd never existed....</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>Tonight is our last night at <i>The +Space Room</i>. Goon-Face is scowling +again with the icy fury of a +Plutonian monsoon. As Goon-Face +has said, "No beeg feedle, no contract."</p> + +<p>Without John, we're notes in a +lost chord.</p> + +<p>We've searched everything, in +hospitals, morgues, jails, night clubs, +hotels. We've hounded spaceports +and 'copter terminals. Nowhere, nowhere +is John Smith.</p> + +<p>Ziggy, whose two fingers have +healed, has already bowed to what +seems inevitable. He's signed up for +that trip to Neptune's uranium +pits. There's plenty of room for +more volunteers, he tells us. But I +spend my time cussing the guy who +forgot to set the force field at the +other end of the hole and let John +and his <i>Zloomph</i> back into his own +time dimension. I cuss harder when +I think how we were robbed of the +best bass player in the galaxy.</p> + +<p>And without a corpus delecti we +can't even sue the city.</p> + + +<p class="p1"><b>... THE END</b></p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Holes and John Smith, by Edward W. 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