Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS ANOTHER DAY It looks to me like an ordinary ' reflex action, like the one you might put up to screen a casual conversation.” “That means whoever it is either hasn’t a great deal of power, or hasn’t any idea that one of us has got at him.” *“You have a perfect genius for stating the obvious, Marcia. How could the op- position know that one of us had got at him, when the one of us who did get at him wasn’t one of us till after it happened ?” Marcia digested that in slightly sulky silence. “Can you penetrate the baffle without him noticing, Guiscard ?”’ ““Sorry—lI’ve been trying. No soap. He’s in a height- ened nervous state. Over- tiredness, too much smoking.” “The opposition must be in pretty bad shape.” “Marcia, my dear, you forget the opposition may not know how much he knows. Naturally they’d use an ex- treme sensitive without a great deal of experience.” 31 “Philip, I respect your superior experience. I bow to your superior knowledge. I even kowtow to your su- perior ability. But please don’t waste time expounding the obvious to us. Even I saw that.” “Stop bickering, Marcia, Guiscard. What do we do now ?”’ / “Young man, pick him up when the opposition drops its baffle. Get him away by him- self and shut yourselves in. Then——” THE TALK drifted through spiritualism to the subject of Michel’s nightmares, without the latter realising it. When he did, he had described and analysed his reactions to the dreams in full. Montague nodded thoughtfully when he had finished. He said: “I’m very sorry to disappoint you. I don’t think I can do anything for you. To judge from your descrip- tions, the dreams are the result of something infinitely more fundamental than I can comicloooks.corn