Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS ANOTHER DAY diably attuned—telepathically speaking—to one of the senior members of the opposition. Who, we can’t teil yet, but he may be their equivalent of Guiscard. He can’t block you out, but you’re not yet capable of using your position. Your abilities won’t develop till a year or more hence. Got that?” Prentiss was wearying visibly. Sweat beaded his forehead and hands; his voice, racing at double its normal tempo, quivered uncontroll- ably. Words tumbled out. Michel sat opposite him, absorbed. “But so long as we have you, we've a link to that high-up on the other side. Since they’ve been planning this for years and we only learnt your whereabouts to- day, and by chance at that, and also because we weren’t expecting the position to ex- tend this crisis again, we may not be able to hang onto you. All we can do is tell you how much you mean to tomorrow. **We’ve used up double the 45 time I hoped for. Fine. One thing more I can do for you. I’m afraid that the opposition know that we know of your existence, so they will stop trying to hide what they are doing. They will probably try a smash and grab. They won’t want to kill you—an im- mortal dislikes being hanged by the neck as much as the next man—but there’s no normal manner of proving that anyone was responsible for driving a man insane. You see? So remember—he can’t put up a baffle against you; you can, against him.” “Are we in time?” “Heaven knows. No! By God, they’re here. Must be. dozens of them. Mostly or- dinary sensitives, but there are two immortals as well.” “Oh no! What wouldn’t I give for that many of us?” “Well, we haven’t got them here. Gods! To think that sO many ordinary sensitives go over to the opposition simply out of jealousy against the immortals, figuring it comiclooks.conrn