Astounding Science Fiction (UK Edition) — page 37: what you’re looking at

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BEAM PIRATE the i. E. Preferred and Jj. C. Preferred you can. Walt, tell him that Terran Electric is dropping fast, so he’ll scuttle more of his stuff, and we’ll pick it up slowly enough so that we won't raise the market. How’re we fixed for I. C. Preferred?” “Not too bad. Can we hit him once more?” “Go ahead,” said Don. “Kingman,” said Walt. “Kingman! Hell’s loose. The Interplanetary Bureau of Crimi- nal Investigations has just decided to look into the Interplanetary Communications angle. They wanted to know who’s trying to grab control of a public carrier!” Minutes later, Wes said: “Oh, Brother Myrtle. That did it. He just gave orders to drop the whole thing short!” “Wait until I. C. Preferred hits a new low and then we'll buy,” said Don. The flurry dropped I. C. Preferred to forty-seven, and then the agents of Venus Equilateral stepped forth and offered to buy, at the market, all offered stock. They did. Then, as no more stock was offered, In- terplanetary Communications Preferred rose sharply to ninety-four and stabilized at that figure. Terran Electric stock went through a valley, made by Kingman’s sales, and then headed up, made by purchases on Terra, on Mars, and on Venus. Don said: “Look, fellows, this has gone far enough. We have control again, and a goodly hunk of Terran Electric as well. Enough, I think, to force them to behave like a good little company and stay out of other people’s hair. Let’s all get together and celebrate.” “Right,” echoed the men. A month later, Joe’s was the scene of a 33 big banquet. Barney Carroll stood up and said: “Ladies and gentlemen, we all know why we're here and what we're celebrating. So I won’t have to recount the whole affair. We all think Don Channing is a great guy, and Walt Franks is not far behind, if any. [I'm pretty likable myself, and my lifelong sparring partner Jim Baler is no smelt, either. And so on, ad infinitum. “But, ladies and gentlemen, Don Chan- ning has a dark, deep, dire, desperate phase of his life, one that he will be remembered and cursed for; one that will weigh about his neck like a milestone—or is it mill- stone?—for all his life. “Benefactor though he is, this much you shall know; I still say that there is no place in the inner system for a man who has made this possible. Listen!” Barney raised his hand, and an attendant turned a standard, living room model radio receiver on. It burst into sound immediately. “Ladies and gentlemen, the Interplanetary Network now brings to you the Whitewood Nutsies Program. Karven and Norwal, the Venusian Songbirds; Thalla; and Lilas, in person, coming to you from the jungles of Palanortis, on Wenus, by courtesy of the Interplanet Foods Co. of Battle Creek, Michigan! “Ladies and gentlemen, Nutsies are GOOD for you—” Walt Franks said to Christine: get out of here.” Christine inspected Walt carefully. Then nodded. “Yup,” she grinnned. “Even you Whitewood “Let’s sound better than the Interplanetary Net- work!” For once, Walt did not argue, having gained his point. CO