Astounding Science Fiction (UK Edition) — page 58: what you’re looking at

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56 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE-FICTION Shorty sat down hastily. He said, “I . uh— Sorry, professor.” He sat out the rest of the period in a daze. It had seemed too vivid for a dream, and his fountain pen was still gone. But, of course, he could have lost that elsewhere. But the whole thing had been so vivid that -It was a full day before he could convince himself that he’d dreamed it, and a week before he could forget about it, for long at a time. Only gradually did the memory of it fade. A year later, he still vaguely remembered that he’d had a particularly screwy dream. But not five years later; no dream is remem- bered that long. He was an associate professor now, and had his own class in paleontology. “The saurians,” he was telling them, “died out in the late Jurassic age. Becoming too large and unwieldy to supply themselves with food—” As he talked, he was staring at the pretty red-headed graduate student in the back row. And wondering how he could get up the nerve to ask her for a date. There was a bluebottle fly in the room; it had risen in a droning spiral from a point somewhere at the back of the room. It re- minded Professor McCabe of something, and while he talked, he tried to remember what it was. And just then the girl in the back row jumped suddenly and yipped. “Miss Willis,” said Professor McCabe, “‘is something wrong?” “I... I thought something pulled my hair, professor,” she said. She blushed, and that made her more of a knockout than ever. “I... I guess I must have dozed off.” He looked at her—severely, because the eyes of the class were upon him. But this was just the chance he’d been waiting and hoping for. He said, “Miss Willis, will you please remain after class?” SANCTUARY By H. H. HOLMES The Commandoman was afflicted by one severe problem: he was in the wrong place—German- occupied territory—at the wrong time—after ihe Nazis had discovered his presence. He could think of only one answer; the professor had a better answer! So there I was at dinner with a Gestapo chief. It wouldn’t be wise nor politic, not right now, to say where this took place. It wouldn’t be wise nor possible, as you'll see later, to say when it took place. Temporally speaking, the events rambled. As to place, it should be enough to say that it was near the coast of quote unoccupied quote France, and I won’t even say which coast. There’s no point in tipping them off on where the new secret weapon is operating. I’m afraid the names aren’t true either, but that won’t matter to you. One Gestapo chief is much the same as another to you, and you wouldn’t know my Colonel von Schwarzenau from the Major Helm that they got in Zagreb the other day or the Erich Guttart who met up with his near Lublin. And you probably wouldn't have heard of Dr. Norton Palgrave under his real name either. Your grandchildren will, though, whether they’re majoring in science or history. I’m giving my name straight, out of egot- ism, I suppose. You may-have heard it— Jonathan Holding. No? Well, most of my stuff was privately printed in Paris. One volume in this country with new directions, “Apollo Mammosus.” I was one of that crowd in Paris. The zsthetic Expatriate, that was me. I visited with Gertrude and Alice; I talked bullfighting with Ernest; I got drunk with Elliot; I sneered at everything Ameri- ean except the checks—you get the picture? I wasn’t in any hurry to get out of Paris Ccomicbooks.c©