Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 42 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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Sometimes security can be too secure i eet. A roe } - ay a i * Koa TOP SECRET The driver deposited Rusty Lane at the railroad station and said: ‘Good luck, Mr. Lane.”’ He turned the car around and disappeared in a cloud of dust. That “Mister’’ sounded good to Rusty after three years, eight months and four days. His own clothes felt un- familiar after all this time. They were clean and neatly pressed. Rusty noted with satisfaction that they didn’t even smell of mothballs. they had been put away as long as Rusty himself—tfive to fifteen years. In his pocket he had twenty crisp new dollar bills, the address of the Acme Sheet Metal Works—his employers as of tomorrow—and a slip for the parole officer. In his head he carried three other useful addresses, picked up in the last three years, eight months and four days. The train clanked to a halt and Rusty climbed aboard. The first compartment was 100 Yet - by William S. Kals empty but for one man. Travelling salesman Rusty figured. Probably talk a blue streak. But outside talk would sound good for a change. The train lurched over the only points of the station and picked up speed. The man Rusty had talkan for a travelling salesman began to talk. “That makes three in two weeks,” the Superintendent said. “‘And just before the State Legislature is to approve the funds for the new wing. This Allan Todd—what sort of a case was he?” “Big hunk of a man, sir. Machinist by trade. Went berserk in a tavern. Court- committed. Been here eighteen months. Walled-in type. Un- co-operative in analysis. We had little trouble with him until four months ago. At- tacked a lathe. Damage, $72.84. Struck two orderlies but no inmates. Nothing since.” Comicloooks.CGomn).