Astounding Science Fiction (British edition) — page 83: what you’re looking at

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COMMENCEMENT NIGHT 81 filling his aching lungs again and again with the rich salty air, and letting the ground swells carry him closer to the breaker line. When a comber finally humped itself beneath him, he began swimming it, lashing the luminous plankton into a frail pinkish glow like the one marking the shore. Suddenly he was with it, sliding down the long black slope, then fighting for air in the churning white thunder when the wave broke. Wearily, Ted dragged himself up from the backrush and onto the narrow shelf of beach. In the bright star- light it looked just as it had that New Year’s Eve; three or four-hundred square feet of sand, bounded on three sides by sheer, overhanging rock walls, and on the fourth by the restless Pacific. A blind spot. Inaccessible except from the ocean, and under water at high tide. Not worth a mike and an eye. "There were five other blind spots on the island. One of them had to have a lot of answers hidden in it, or Dr. Ted Jepson would rapidly become the world’s most unpopular man. He leaned against the cliff and rested. Water trickled from the pockets of his shorts. It was a forlorn gamble, he supposed, but what else could he do? Such an important discovery as an apparent precognitive ability in those nine island children had to be studied. It was not in him to keep silent about it. But to demon- Strate their wild talent would also be to show them swimming like a cer- tain ex-Olympic champ. And he would have to tell of getting drunk at the tech’s New Year brawl, and feeling an almighty desire for a swim; of sneaking out through the submarine tunnel—no mean feat!—and up through twenty-five feet of surging ocean to this isolated beach. Scired sober by then and dreading the even more dangerous return trip, he had nevertheless put in an hour of long- wanted exercise. And he had obviously been ob- served. Choosing the least precipitous cliff, Ted began the climb, searching by touch for handholds on the spray-wet rock, pulling himself slowly upward by comilclooks.corm