Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition, December 1955 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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

a : a ZZ ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION Hunting? Police work of some kind? Demaris didn’t know. Uselessness was a bitter strain in his throat. Sath put his phone back on his desk and looked puzzledly at Demaris. _ “Something’s wrong,” he said. “I told the Overchief we were set. He just mumbled perfunctory thanks. Then he said it wasn’t our fault, but we weren’t going into Farla. He wants to see us.” Demaris sucked in his lower lip and scowled. Possibly he was becomin a monomaniac, but he nevertheless wondered what Old Man Sullivan had done now. ““There’s something that’s cute in the Agency— Some sweet little winning appeal. For its dough it will go Through your pockets at night, And what’s not glued in it will steal.” vil The Overchief sat behind his desk, half facing the boarded-up window shattered in night-before-last’s abortive Geneiid attempt to get their man back. comiclbooks.conn