Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE PHOENIX NEST wished Delgado-Gimp good luck. When Professor Knaut came to, hours later, he was furious. He did not speak to Stroth- meyer, who explained as gently as possible that the duplicate man had escaped and why it would not be a good idea to try to get him back. The old man stumped sullenly about the laboratory, searching for another smock. Strothmeyer trailed after him, growing more and more apologetic. When Professor Knaut had covered his frame to some degree, he left the laboratory, in bare feet, went to his private car in the basement car park and drove out of the building. Strothmeyer did not see him again for two days. On the third day, the old man returned to the phoenix lab full of confidence. When Strothmeyer greeted him cau- tiously, he said, with a laugh: “My boy, every great research project has its little setbacks. But from these, we learn. The time has come now for us to take the big step. Our process isasuccess.” Strothmeyer opened his 13 mouth to express relief that the professor was no longer upset by the escape of Delgado- Gimp, but Knaut was running under full steam. He cut his assistant off with a curt com- mand. “Bring the vials with the Churchill cells.” Strothmeyer hesitated. “Both of them, Professor?’ The old man gestured im- patiently. ““Of course, both of them! We must put them into the sculptor bath at once. Get them out.” Still Strothmeyer did not go to the refrigerator. “But I thought—after the results we got with Louis the A Suddenly red-faced, Knaut shouted at him: “You thought? Doctor Strothmeyer! You are my laboratory assistant. I do the thinking here.’ He glared at the younger man. “If you choose to misinterpret the results which I obtained in my first, and completely successful, experiment, at least do not allow your dullness to inter- fere with your duties. Bring the vials!” As Strothmeyer turned meekly to do the pro- fessor’s bidding, the old man softened a little. “If you are conmicloooks.comn