Jack Sharkey

Summary

Jack Sharkey The man who was pale (1959)

She had to fumble with a ring of keys before she found the one that opened the stiff metal padlock on the cellar door. "Haven't been down here in months," she said with a little laugh, flicking on the lightswitch, and preceding him down the stairs. He followed wordlessly past the heaped cartons of odd bits of junk, past the furnace—unused during the summer months—and to a small room (really hardly more than a bin) at the rear of the cellar.
Mrs. Tibbets reddened in embarrassment as she opened the crooked door of plain, unsanded boards.
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Jack Sharkey The man who was pale (1959)

Vandor set the box against the cellar wall and turned to her, his face white and angry. "Madam, that is my own personal business, if you don't mind!"
Mrs. Tibbets shrugged. "Well, I just saw a dribble of dirt coming out of it, and thought perhaps I could sweep it out for you—"
Vandor's face went—if anything—whiter. "No!" he roared, in an almost terrified voice. "I—I mean, that won't be necessary. It's supposed to be full of earth. I—I'm a sort of—of botanist. I grow things."
"Hmmph," Mrs. Tibbets sniffed. "You won't be able to grow anything but mushrooms, down here!"
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Jack Sharkey The man who was pale (1959)

Instantly, reflecting from the inner walls and soil of the box, a bright, warm light came alive.
"It'll keep your mushrooms much warmer than you ever could!" she said, turning back to him. "It's a sunlamp!"
But, as she completed her turn, Vandor Thobal was not in evidence. His suit, cloak, and shoes were still there, however, sagging horribly into a viscous brown-and-green puddle on the floor of the room.
"Goodness!" said Mrs. Tibbets, leaping to her feet. "Now I am worried!"
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