Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION with his ability to fly. And one fact stood out in startling, demanding clarity. This was what he was here for! He knew that, with deadly clearness. But it’s broad day- light, he groaned. Thousands of people watching. Someone is sure to recognise me. I’d be hounded from now on. He wanted to save that man. Oh, God, how desperately he wanted to keep that body from being smashed to death there on the pavement. He couldn’t let him die. That would be plain murder! And he had the power. He heard the crowd’s second startled cry. Knew they were now seeing two human bodies hurtling through the air. But this second one was going up, not down! Was sweeping above the falling body, and diving down toward it. The painter was falling face downward. He’d let go of the 60 pole, which was a bit to one side. Newton grasped the fainting man from the back, his arms under the other’s armpits. He strained the body against his own, and exerted every iota of will and hard-won knowledge to slow the fall. Lower and lower they fell. The man’s tremendous speed and acceleration almost pan- icked Newton as he saw the ground rushing up with alarm- ing swiftness. He closed his eyes and forced his mind resolutely to his task, his will admitting no possibility of defeat. é And they slowed, and then curved up... up and across the street to the roof of a low building. Laying his uncon- scious burden on the roof, Newton was working to restore consciousness when men burst through the doorway onto the roof, a Press photographer in the lead. And William Edward Newton didn’t care. conmicloooks.c@mhn)