Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 49: what you’re looking at

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

HUMPTY DUMPTY 47 what happened, there were wounds that could never heal. The earth itself was both enemy and friend. But the paranoids were all enemy, and of them all, Jasper Horne was somewhere here in American Gun, within Jeff Cody’s reach—a man to be killed, if for no other reason, than because he and his kindred paranoids had made the Baldies killers. The glittering streaks of light in the cloud chamber died. The viewer went dark. Cody had won nothing. He slipped another coin into the slot and again watched the electronic bombard- ment, while his mind ranged and closed in toward his quarry. Within the Byzantine building a flurry of thoughts whirled like the roulette wheels. This was a gossip center for American Gun. Here, now and then, he caught images which he identified with Horne. Gradually he tested these thoughts, like directional antenna, until a picture of Horne’s habits began to clarify. But other things clarified as well—the mounting pressure of events in the town which no nontelepath connected with the paranoid’s presence. No one in American Gun had shaved for twenty-four hours. Oh, some had —but not many. The Baldies had no need to shave, and, of course, there were humans courageous enough to risk suspicion. In the nearby research laboratories the no-shaving movement ae ! Fs SS ci ASS = Hf ‘ Ww yee fis Aho uy + ~ NN > Rare Sylvan’ ‘ Yugi! : wh} iy ‘dll, NT: t yy oN EN a” fee = wide ba. i ‘ a Cconnilcloookks.e@ af |