Astounding Science Fiction (British edition) — page 62: what you’re looking at

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60 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION hand in hand, very slowly. Around the bend in the corridor ahead of them they could hear coming through the main air lock the shouts from the clearing. Some kind of ball game must be going on out there, the first one on Four. Chang became aware of another sound, closer too. They were passing the closed door of Frank Streloff’s lab; they could hear raised voices inside. She nudged Balch. They did not stop to listen, but the voices were audible. Frank was saying, “Yes, indeed! On Procyon I, by all means. Where else?’’ There was a long sentence in a lower voice, ending with Eo oy ict CE a a PMs Si the shouted word, ‘“‘Science!’’ which was repeated several times. Hilda’s voice came through dis- tinctly, “Science to you means the inside of a lab! Myopia, Frank— myopia!” Frank’s answer was indistinct. Then Hilda’s voice, even more distressed: “Why, of all the gutless—” Chang was terrified, for some reason; she made Balch walk faster so they’d get out of earshot. But it wasn’t that simple. The door of the lab burst open behind them and Hilda came out, shouting back at Frank, “That’s all! I’m fed up! Through! The end!’ She went past them with long strides, her eyes set straight ahead, apparently not seeing them. She turned the corner of the corridor out of sight. A moment later Frank came out too, muttering something. He looked at Chang and Balch, his face working, but he didn’t speak to them, or even meet their eyes. In a moment he was gone, following Hilda. All Chang could think of to say was, “I wonder where they’re going.”’ “IT know where Frank’s going: to Chandra Melkote’s lab. But he may not find Melkote there, and I know he won’t find Hilda.” “Probably not.” (y WF er =| conmicloooks. conn