Argosy (UK), January 1955 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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SEVENTH VICTIM 75 but she had signed up. It wasn’t his fault. And he wasn’t going to back out on his seventh hunt. He spent the rest of the ‘morning memorizirg the data on his Victim, then filed the letter. = Janet Patzig lived in New York. That was good. He enjoyed hunting in a big city, and he had always wanted to see New York. Her age wasn’t given, but to judge from her photographs, she was in her early twenties. Frelaine phoned for his jet reservations to New York, then took a shower. He dressed with care in a new Protec-Suit | Special, made for the occasion. From his collection he selected a gun, cleaned and oiled it, and fitted it into the fling-out pocket of the suit. Then he packed his suitcase. A pulse of excitement was pounding in his veins. Strange, he thought, how each killing was a new thrill. It was something you just didn’t tire of, the way you did of French pastry or women or drinking or anything else. It was always new and different. Finally, he looked over his books to see which he would take. His library contained all the good books on the subject. He wouldn’t need any of his Victim books, like L. Fred Tracy’s Tactics for the Victim, with its insistence on a rigidly controlled environment, or Dr. Frisch’s Don’t Think Like a Victim! He would be very interested in those in a few months, when he was a Victim again. Now he wanted hunting books. Tactics for Hunting Humans was the standard and definitive work, but he had almost memorized it. Development of the Ambush was not adapted to his present needs. He chose Hunting in Cities, by Mitwell and Clark, Spotting the Spotter, by Algreen, and The Victim's In- Group, by the same author. Everything was in order. He left a note for the milkman, locked his apartment, and took a taxi to the airport. In New York, he checked into a hotel in the midtown area, not too far from his Victim’s address. ‘The clerks were smiling and attentive, which bothered Frelaine. He didn’t like to be recog- nized so easily as an out-of-town killer. The first thing he saw in his room was a pamphlet on his bedside table. How to Get the Most out of your Emotional Catharsis, it was called, with the compliments of the management. Frelaine smiled, and thumbed through it. Since it was his first visit to New York, he spent the afternoon just walking the streets in his Victim’s neighbourhood. After that, he wandered through a few of the big shops. Martinson and Black was a fascinating place. He went through comicloooks.comn) 1 pee