Punch

THE FELLOW was over seven feet tall and when he stepped on Buffies flagstone walk one of the stones split with a dust of crushed rock. Too bad, he said sadly, I apologize very much. Wait.

Buffie was glad to wait, because Buffie recognized his visitor at once. The fellow flickered, disappeared and in a moment was there again, now about five feet two. He blinked with pink eyes. I materialize so badly, he apologized. But I will make amends. May I? Let me see. Would you like the secret of transmutation? A cure for simple virus diseases? A list of twelve growth stocks with spectacular growth certainties inherent in our development program for your planet, that is, the Earth?

Buffie said he would take the list of growth stocks, hugging himself and fighting terribly to keep a straight face. My name is Chariton Buffie, he said, extending a hand gladly. The alien took it curiously, and shook it, and it was like shaking hands with a shadow.

You will call me Punch, please, he said. It is not my name but it will do, because after all this projection of my real self is only a sort of puppet. Have you a pencil? And he rattled off the names of twelve issues Buffie had never heard of.

That did not matter in the least. Buffie knew that when the aliens gave you something it was money in the bank. Look what they had given the human race. Faster-than-light space ships, power sources from hitherto non-radioactive elements like silicon, weapons of great force and metalworking processes of great suppleness. His wifes aunts brother-in-law, the colonel, was even now off in space somewhere in a highly armed space ship built according to their plans.

Buffie thought of ducking into the house for a quick phone call to his broker, but instead he invited Punch to look around his apple orchard. Make the most of every moment, he said to himself, every moment with one of these guys is worth ten thousand dollars. I would enjoy your apples awfully, said Punch, but he seemed disap

pointed. Do I have it wrong? Dont you and certain friends plan a sporting day, as Senator Wenzel advised me?

Oh, sure! Certainly. Good old Walt told you about it, did he? Yes. That was the thing about the aliens, they liked to poke around in human affairs. They said when they came to Earth that they wanted to help us, and all they asked of us in return was that they be permitted to study our ways. It was nice of them to be so interested, and it was nice of Walt Wenzel, Buffie thought, to send the alien along to him. Were going after mallard, down to Little Egg, some of the boys and me. Theres Chuckhes the mayor here, and JerSecond National Bank, you know, and Padre

That is it! cried Punch, To see you shoot the mallard. He pulled out an Esso road map, overtraced with golden raised lines, and asked Buffie to point out where Little Egg was. I cannot focus well enough to stay in a moving vehicle, he said, blinking in a regretful way. Still, I can meet you there. If, that is, you wish

I do! I do! I do! Buffie was painfully exact in pointing out the place. Punchs lips moved silently, translating the golden lines into polar space-time coordinates, and he vanished just as the station wagon with the rest of the boys came roaring into the carriage drive with a hydromatic spatter of gravel.

The boys were extremely impressed. Padre had seen one of the aliens once, at a distance, drawing pictures of the skaters in Rockefeller Center, but that was the closest any of them had come. God! What luck. Did you get a super-hairpin from him, Buffie? Or a recipe for a nyew, smyooth Martini with dust on it? Not Buffie, fellows! He probably held out for something real good, like six new ways to Oh, excuse me, Padre. But seriously, Buffie, these people are unpredictably generous. Look how they built that dam in Egypt! Has this Punch given you anything?

Buffie grinned wisely as they drove along, their shotguns firmly held between their knees. Damn it, he said mildly, I forgot to bring cigarettes. Lets stop at the Blue Jay Diner for a minute. The cigarette machine at the Blue Jay was out of sight of the parking lot, and so was the phone booth.

It was too bad, he reflected, to have to share everything with the boys, but on the other hand he already had his growth stocks. Anyway there was plenty for everyone. Every nation on Earth had its silicon-drive space ships now, fleets of them milling about on maneuvers all over the Solar System. With help from the star-people, an American expedition had staked out enormous radium beds on Callisto, the Venezuelans had a diamond mountain on Mercury, the

Soviets owned a swamp of purest penicillin near the South Pole of Venus. And individuals had done very well too. A ticket-taker at Steeplechase Park explained to them the reason why the air jets blew up ladies skirts, and they tipped him with a design for a springless safety pin that was earning him a million dollars a month in royalties. An usherette at La Scala became the cosmetic queen of Europe for showing three of them to their seats. They gave her a simple painless eye dye, and now 99% of Milans women had bright blue eyes from her salon.

All they wanted to do was help. They said they came from a planet very far away and they were lonely and they wanted to help us make the jump into space. It would be fun, they promised, and would help to end poverty and war between nations, and they would have company in the void between the stars. Politely and deferentially they gave away secrets worth trillions, and humanity burst with a shower of gold into the age of plenty.

Punch was there before them, inspecting the case of bourbon hidden in their blind. I am delighted to meet you, Chuck, Jer, Bud, Padre and of course Buffie, he said. It is kind of you to take a stranger along on your fun. I regret I have only some eleven minutes to stay.

Eleven minutes! The boys scowled apprehensively at Buffie. Punch said, in his wistful voice, If you will allow me to give you a memento, perhaps you would like to know that three grams of common table salt in a quart of Crisco, exposed for nine minutes to the radiations from one of our silicon reactors, will infallibly remove warts. They all scribbled, silently planning a partnership corporation, and Punch pointed out to the bay where some tiny dots rose and fell with the waves. Are those not the mallards you wish to shoot?

Thats right, said Buffie glumly. Say, you know what I was thinking? I was thinkingthat transmutation you mentioned before I wonder

And are these the weapons with which you kill the birds? He examined Padres ancient over-and-under with the silver chasing. Extremely lovely, he said. Will you shoot?

Oh, not now, said Buffie, scandalized. We cant do that. That transmutation

It is extremely fascinating, said the star-man, looking at them with his mild pink eyes and returning the gun. Well. I may tell you, I think, what we have not announced. A surprise. We are soon to be present in the flesh, or near at any rate.

Near? Buffie looked at the boys and the boys looked at him; there had been no suggestion of this in the papers and it almost took their minds off the fact that Punch was leaving. He nodded violently, like the ifickering of a bad fluorescent lamp.

Near indeed, in a relative way, he said. Perhaps some hundreds of millions of miles. My true body, of which this is only a projection, is at present in one of our own interstellar ships now approaching the orbit of Pluto. The American fleet, together with those of Chile, New Zealand and Costa Rica, is there practicing with its silicon-ray weapons and we will shortly make contact with them for the first time in a physical way. He beamed. But only six minutes remain, he said sadly.

That transmutation secret you mentioned Buffie began, recovering his voice.

Please, said Punch, may I not watch you hunt? It is a link between us.

Oh, do you shoot? asked Padre.

The star-man said modestly, We have but little game. But we love it. Wont you show me your ways?

Buffie scowled. He could not help thinking that twelve growth stocks and a wart-cure were small pickings from the star-men, who had given wealth, weapons and the secret of interstellar travel. We cant, he growled, his voice harsher than he intended. We dont shoot sitting birds.

Punch gasped with delight. Another bond between us! But now I must go to our fleet for thehum. For the surprise. He began to shimmer like a candle. Neither do we, he said, and went out.

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