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In a white-painted room two hundred feet below the Tower of London, three men looked at a piece of wire.

The piece of wire was about three feet long. It was curved into an S and lay on a scarred wooden table. The three men looking at it were an odd trio.

The man who seemed to be in charge looked like a cross between a gnome and the mad scientist in a cheap horror movie. He limped, his skull was bare except for a few wiry tufts of white hair, his unnaturally long arms ended in blotched and gnarled hands, and his filthy laboratory smock didn't conceal his humpback. The eyes peering out at the world through thick-lensed glasses seemed to miss very little.

The second man was elderly, gray-haired, flawlessly dressed, and held himself as straight as a soldier. He had a look of gentle melancholy on his long face, and his wide gray eyes hinted they'd looked on more secrets than most men.

The third man sat on a rickety wooden chair turned back to front, which creaked under his weight. He was dark almost to the point of being swarthy, with thick black hair and bushy black eyebrows which met over a large nose which had been broken more than once. He wore an expensively tailored suit, but something about him would have made armor and a broadsword more appropriate. He was over six feet tall but so solidly built that he looked shorter, and there was enormous power in him. Now it was controlled and leashed, but it was always ready to be released at the command of the brain behind his two large, deceptively sleepy eyes.

The first man was Lord Leighton. His humpback, polio-twisted legs, and eighty years didn't keep him from being one of the most creative scientific minds alive.

The second man, known only as J, was head of the secret intelligence agency MI6A. Whenever professionals in the intelligence business talked about the great spymasters of the twentieth century, they mentioned J.

The third man was Richard Blade. He was the only living man who could travel into other Dimensions and return alive and sane.

Richard Blade hadn't always been a traveler into the unknown world they'd appropriately named Dimension X. He began his career as a field agent for MI6A. J picked the young Blade straight out of Oxford and saw him become one of the best men in his demanding and often deadly profession. He'd also seen Blade become the only man in the profession of inter-Dimensional Travel, even more demanding and much deadlier.

Blade's new career began as the subject of one of Lord Leighton's experiments. If a powerful human brain was linked to a powerful computer, what would happen? Leighton expected a combination of human and electronic intelligence able to work marvels.

What he got was Richard Blade shot off into nowhere. Fortunately Blade came back, then and every time since. He'd come back with his share of scars, of course, and sometimes by the skin of his teeth. He still came back alive and sane, and no one else had ever done this.

Unfortunately, about all he could do was take expensive round trips into the unknown. This wasn't for lack of trying on the part of Lord Leighton, or for lack of money and cooperation from the British government. Prime Ministers knew perfectly well that a new British Empire might come into being if Dimension X travel was perfected. They'd provided millions of pounds to finance Lord Leighton's successive brainstorms and protect the secret of Dimension X. So far the return on all this money and effort had been rather modest. If you caught him off his guard, even Lord Leighton would admit this.

«We're worse off than Alexander the Great,» the scientist had often grumbled. «He only had one Gordian knot to undo. We've got two. We have to find somebody besides Richard who can survive the trip. We also have to learn how to send our people to the same Dimension more than once.»

«Yes, and Alexander ended up cutting the Gordian knot with his sword,» J had replied. «I rather doubt if we'll be able to adopt such a straightforward method.»

When Leighton said over the telephone that he might have part of the solution to both problems, it brought J and Blade to the Tower of London as fast as Blade's car would carry them. «Not that I expect miracles,» said J as Blade's Rover sped through the foggy streets of London. «But he did sound rather more excited than usual.»

The Special Branch men on guard at the Tower passed them at once. They, then rode down in the elevator and walked along the main corridor of the Project complex, past the electronic monitors that guarded its secrets. At the end of the corridor was the white room where Lord Leighton waited for them with three feet of blue-gray wire.

Now Blade and J stopped looking at the wire and looked at each other. Blade picked up the wire, straightened it out, and tested it against the edge of the table. It cut easily into the wood.

«New alloy, I suppose,» he said in a carefully neutral voice.

«You don't recognize it, Richard?» said Leighton. «Of course you wouldn't. Perhaps this will refresh your memory.» He pulled a crumpled sheet of notepaper out of the breast pocket of his smock and handed it to Blade.

Blade read it. «This is the formula for one of the alloys from Englor.»

«Yes. Our scientists haven't been able to produce it in large quantities-too expensive. But they've managed to produce thirty pounds or so that are well up to specifications.»

One of the strangest Dimensions Blade ever visited was one where an alternate England called Englor fought for its life against alternate Russians called the Red Flames. This Dimension was a mixture of the completely familiar and the weirdly different. One of the most notable differences was in metallurgy. Englor used a number of alloys that made most of the ones in Home Dimension look like plastic. Blade came back from Englor with the formulas for three of those alloys. Metallurgists had been breaking their tools, budgets, and hearts ever since trying to reproduce them.

«It's good news, of course,» said J. «But precisely what does it mean for the Project?» He was always a trifle more ready to talk back to Leighton than Blade.

«We discovered something about the metal the formula didn't show,» said the scientist. «It's not affected by electricity. Something about the molecular structure lets electrical currents through as if the metal wasn't there. It can't possibly disturb an electrical field.»

Blade's eyes lost their sleepy look. «Then I could wear anything made of this metal without disturbing the electrical fields during the transition to Dimension X.»

«Precisely,» said Leighton. His voice took on something of a lecture-room tone. «As you know, the basic problem of the transition has always been creating a completely even, completely identical electrical field over and around Richard for each transition. We solved part of the problem by building the KALI capsule, after we eliminated the initial failings of the system.»

J and Blade looked at each other again. Those «initial failings» had in the end killed thirty-two people, let a deadly peril into the world from Dimension X, and very nearly destroyed the Project. As it was, most of the new self-programming KALI computer was so much junk, and only the seven-foot capsule that enclosed Blade like a coffin remained from that particular experiment.

«But wearing something into the capsule-that would disrupt the electrical field all over again,» said Blade.

«Unless it was made of this new alloy. I've got here-«Leighton rummaged in all his pockets «-no, I forgot it. But I made a sketch of a suit of the wire you-or another traveler-could wear, reinforced at the crotch, joints, and soles of the feet. We'd start off with a coarse mesh, then tighten it up until you'd be going through practically wearing a suit of armor. After that we could start adding equipment-a knife, a folding bow, fishing gear, a slingshot.»