Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 58: what you’re looking at

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FLY BY NIGHT been able to save that girl’s life,’ the inner voice chided. That quieted him a bit... and he slept. It was nearly noon when he awoke. His troubled thoughts of the night did not recur until he was at the restaurant, eating. Then a glaring head- line, MYSTERY OF WOUNDED “GIRL, caught his eye and he almost choked on the bit of “dunked”’ doughnut in his mouth. He bought a paper from the cashier and read swiftly. The hospital attendants had heard a knock in the early morning hours, and found a badly wounded girl on the steps. It had been touch and go for several hours, but in- jections of plasma and other treatments helped her, and now it was felt she would live. Newton breathed a glad sigh of relief at that. He was so happy he’d been able to get her there in time. He scanned the lines follow- ing. Later, they said, the young woman had regained consciousness enough to mut- ter about the wreck. Sheriff’s officers had gone 57 out along the highway, and sure enough, there was the wrecked car about twelve miles from town. Footprints of a man were found, coming from the field up to the car. The marks where she’d been pulled from the wreckage plainly told their story. But there were no prints away from the car, not even to- wards the pavement. Even more of a mystery was the time element. The broken clock on the car’s dash had stopped just five minutes be- fore the time the hospital attendants had found the girl. How had she gotten there in that short space of time? The Sheriff promised a solu- tion within twenty-four hours. Newton fled to the safety of his room. But was he safe, even there? “They'll follow me, sure. They'll be here any minute now! They’ll trace my hand- kerchief on the girl’s head, and they’ll find those blood-stained clothes in my closet.” He must get rid of the things. But how? If he burned them the landlady would smell the | burning wool and investigate. conmicloooks.comnn)