Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 35: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION information—what he had to tell his superiors—into the mind of a low-order intelli- gence girl named Muriel Planter, without her know- ledge. Marcia’s trying to find her now, but we didn’t realise what was happening till she’d been out of our surveillance for twenty min- utes, at least. In that time anyone might have picked her brains.” “Clever. Well, what have you got about Montague himself?” “Next to nothing. He’s a first-order sensitive—at least as good as [ am—and intelli- gent into the bargain.” “Listen to him blowing his own trumpet!’’ “Shut up, Marcia. We'll just have to wait till he goes to sleep, and even then there’s a chance he’ll get a carry-over of the probe into his dreams and recognise it.” “Mm.”’ Guiscard now. “Do. your best anyhow. And don’t forget, all of you—the most important single item in this business is—who’s the general of the opposition ?” “Michel will lead us to him,” pointed out Marcia. ; “And do you think they don’t realise that? What do you think is the reason for the dreams Michel’s been having? To tip him over the edge where he won’t be any use to us, of course. Why, ever since the general of the opposition—for conven- ience, we'll assume it is he in person——”’ “It was last time,” inter- jected Clairmont. “It needn’t necessarily be this time. But if it is, we can assume that as soon as he discovered there existed a mind in resonance with his own he began trying to prevent the other person—to wit, Michel—becoming aware of it.” ““He’s been disgustingly clumsy if that was his aim,” objected Marcia. “Those dreams would indicate the exact reverse.” “To someone who had not the faintest knowledge of us nof of the current crisis? Don’t be silly, Marcia. Michel 34 conmiclooks.conrn