THEY OPENED THE PANDORA'S BOX
OF ATOMIC TRAVEL
When George Randolph first caught sight of Orena,he was astounded by its gleaming perfection. Here werehills and valleys, lakes and streams, glowing with thelight of the most precious of metals. And, more astonishingthan that, it was a world of miniature perfection—aninfinitely tiny universe within a golden atom!
But for Randolph it was also a world aglow withdanger. Somewhere in its tiny vastness were the friendshe had to rescue. Captives of a madman, they had beenreduced to native Orena size; to return to Earth theyneeded the growth capsules Randolph was bringingthem. It was up to Randolph to find them—and quickly—forthe longer they stayed tiny, the closer they came topassing BEYOND THE VANISHING POINT!
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was first published in Astounding Stories March 1931. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.Minor spelling and typographical errorshave been corrected without note.
A table of contents, though not present in the original text, has been provided below:
Franz Polter
He found a gold mine in a land where there was nogold.
Dr. Kent
His scientific studies could mean life or death to anentire universe!
George Randolph
He crossed the border into Canada, and found himselfin another world.
Alan Kent
Twenty feet tall, or two inches high—which should hebe?
Glora
She was only as large as a thumbnail, but she carrieda gigantic secret.
Babs Kent
Did she live in a golden cage or a magnificent palace?
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It was shortly after noon of December 31, 1970, whenthe series of weird and startling events began which tookme into the tiny world of an atom of gold, beyond the vanishingpoint, beyond the range of even the highest-poweredelectric-microscope. My name is George Randolph. I was,that momentous afternoon, assistant chemist for the AjaxInternational Dye Company, with main offices in New YorkCity.
It was twelve-twenty when the local exchange call-sorterannounced Alan's connection from Quebec.
"Hello, George? Look here, you've