Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION reach with my limited powers. It’s so masked by its effect on your conscious mind that I can’t penetrate. The best I can do is to suggest that you see a really competent psy- chiatrist. He may be able to ‘ help.” There were overtones in his voice which suggested that he strongly doubted it. At that moment the door opened and a pretty girl came in. She looked curiously at Michel, bent over Montague and kissed his pale lips. He opened his strangely dark eyes—they looked like polished ebony in his pale face—and said: “Hullo, Muriel. How’s life?’ Michel said: “I think Pll be running along, Montague. I’m sorry to have taken up your time——” Montague smiled without amusement. He shut his eyes again. Muriel. sat down beside him and put her arms around his neck. She looked at Michel with annoyance. “Don’t worry,” said the magician. “I found it very 32 interesting. Oh, by the way——” Michel paused on the threshold. “Yes?” “Did you ever try biblio- mancy ?” *“How much?” “Divination by chance pas- sages of scripture, according to the dictionary. A hangover from my fortune telling days. Try it some time. I rather think that, for you, there’s something interesting on hand.” Michel closed the quietly. door **Baffle’s down.” “Okay. Where are you?” “In the doorway of a shop about three hundred yards down the road. If someone will take a look at whoever it was who had the baffle up, I'll latch on to Michel.” “Right,” from Guiscard. *“He’s new to me. You— Clairmont—Marcia ?” “No.” “Nope.” “Poor fish,”’ put in Marcia, as an additional qualification. conmicloooks.comn