Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW 1S ANOTHER DAY Michel indicated numbly, and pulled it out. Meanwhile, Michel looked around with a worried air. Prentiss’s eye fell casually on the Bible on the table. He said: Bibliomancy ?”’ “How did you guess?” said Michel, looking distrait. “What did you get?” “That there shall be weep- ing and gnashing of teeth.” ““Montague’s idea of a joke,”’ said Prentiss, dryly. “Is that all that’s the matter ?”’ “No. No—I have the damnedest feeling that we’re being watched.” “You—oh. “Guiscard! Clairmont! Marcia! They know I got to Michel.”’ ““How?’”’ in three shocked voices. | “They must have someone watching the house. Hell and damnation! I was hoping that they’d not be around when I came to call—that I could tell him all about it verbally and never let them suspect I was one of us. 39 “Instead of which, they’ve probably been watching him since he quit the theatre without my noticing it. Clair- mont, did Montague know?” ““No. He knows about what we know regarding the top men of the opposition. He’s only useful to them as a probe—knows nothing that could be of use if he was gotat.” “I’ve just shoved up the biggest baffie I can lay on, and still think sanely. Hoping —against hope—that I can tell him what he needs to know before the opposition move!”’. “Now what do we do?” demanded Marcia, helplessly. “You can get on to Duples- sis and Savigny in Paris— have them take the next "plane over. God, for Cledron now! The only true teleport in existence, and he had to stop one in the blitz. Clair- mont, forget about Montague. Michel is the big man here and now. You're coming down with me to Penshurst Street. I doubt if we can do anything but try——” comichooks.com