Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition, December 1955 — page 15: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

nae ah x sf i 4 rae ‘ 7) ai i a 7” IN CLOUDS OF GLORY 13 Then he shrugged and let it go. The fool was proving his adolescence by somehow making the rollicking tune acquire heroic chords. Demaris walked into Make-up and Indoctrination to the accompaniment of his own misinterpreted music. Make-up peeled off his skin as neatly as a glove, and put it away for his return. Scalpels clicked against his bones. Weapons sent over a last-resort personal arm that the surgeons buried in hi$ rib-cage. Make-up delved into its resources and so disguised the weapon’s unavoidable metal that only the most careful comparative fluoroscopy would detect it. < And the Monster chugged on its dolly beside the operating tank, revamping is brain. When he emerged, at eleven o’clock that night, he spoke English with difficulty. His tongue and vocal cords were not adapted to the language. The Earthman—the dakta—nodded in satisfaction as Demaris sat up groggily. “Nice control,” the dakta said to himself, noting the weak but sure move- ments of Demaris’ limbs. Demaris, who had to translate from English to Marakian before he could be sure of the dakta’s exact meaning, was only a bit slower in reaching the same conclusion. He tested the flexibility of his double-jointed fingers, and worked his double-opposed thumbs for a moment. “Oh, they’ll work fine,” the dakta assured him. “‘ *Fdoo seisomysell.”’ Ccommicloooks.conmn