Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 48: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS now. Suddenly, though, his face relaxed into a smile of contentment, and his voice, when he spoke again, was level and calm. ““Goodbye, Michel. I won’t be seeing you again—at least, not to know it.” “What do you mean?” demanded Michel, starting up from his chair. At the same moment, two things happened. The sensa- tion of being watched, to- gether with the nightmare impressions that had been cleared, temporarily, from his mind, returned with redoubled power, and Prentiss collapsed in his chair, his face slackened, and took on the aspect of a mindless idiot. ““Yes, Guiscard, we’ve lost him. The baffle is down.” “‘There they go.”’ Guiscard stared sombrely at the dark figures who walked casually along the street. A_ black saloon car with blinds down in the rear windows slid to a purring stop in front of the boarding house. 47 ANOTHER DAY **As soon as they’ve gone, go in and see what you can do for Prentiss. It probably won’t be much, but do as much as you can.” “Okay. You?” “T’ll be tracking them. Quite discreetly, you under- stand. Marcia is bringing a car round.” 2 “It had better be fast. That’s one of the Jaguar saloons that hold all those records.” Guiscard laughed. “Did you ever see a Vauxhall Fourteen that could keep on the tail of a Jag?” ges Fh “Nor did the opposition. That’s why we won't be spotted. We can change the number plate occasionally, too.” **All right. Things are hap- pening, Guiscard.” Almost directly on the heels of Prentiss’s astonishing col- lapse there was a creaking footfall on the landing out- side, and the door flew open. Michel whirled round as a comicloooks.conn