Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 67: what you’re looking at

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POTENTIAL “Not bad,” the man answered—in English! “What did you say?” Ellis gasped. He wondered if there had been a thought-transfer of some sort. Had he given the man his own grasp of Eng- lish? Let’s see, if you reshunted the load from the damaged nerves to un- used ones— “TI feel fine, Doc. Good work. We weren’t sure if that haywire and card- board ship would hold together, but as I told you, it was the best we could do under the—”’ **Who are you?” The man climbed out of bed and looked around. “Are the natives gone?” *SVes,”’ “Tm Haines, Representative of Earth. What’s the matter with you, Ellis?” The other men were reviving now. “And they—” “Dr. Clitell.”’ ‘Fred Anderson.” _ The man who called himself Haines looked over his body carefully. “You might have found a better host for me, Ellis. For old time’s sake. But no matter. What’s the matter, man?” Ellis explained about his amnesia. “Didn’t you get the note?” Ellis told them everything. “We'll get your memory back, don’t worry,” Haines said. “It feels good to have a body again. Hold it.” The door opened and the young doctor peered in. He saw the patients and let out a shout. ‘You did it! You are able—”’ “Please, doctor,” Ellis snapped. "No sudden noises. I must ask not to be disturbed for at least another hour.” “Of course,” the doctor said re- spectfully, withdrew his face and closed the door. ‘“How was it possible?” Ellis asked, 3 65 We can’t send your regular Astounding SCIENCE FIC- TION along if you don’t warn us ahead of time. If you’re going to move, let us know six weeks in advance. Otherwise you'll have a neglected letter- box. ws Write SUBSCRIPTION DEPT. Atlas Publishing & Distributing co, LTD. 18 BRIDE LANE, LONDON, E.C.4 Connieclooolks.c© in