Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 58: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS “Which means Michel probably wasn’t in it when it left Manchester. The chances are they got rid of him as soon as they’d shaken us safely.” *“All right. We'll just have to start combing Manchester.” “‘What a job!” ““Savigny, it doesn’t always rain in Manchester, you know.” Eventually, after about three months of solitary con- finement, Michel found that he was starting to make sense out of the thoughts around him. His jailers weren’t bother- ing to baffle him out all the time. His mind was unfolding its latent faculties. Very cautiously and ten- tatively he began to test the capabilities opening to him. It fascinated him. The theory of the baffle he grasped quite simply. It was, in essence, a concentrated denial of reality outside the im- mediately visible neighbour- hood. It was the only way to 57 ANOTHER DAY block out telepathic calls— and even then one could only block out those which lacked the basic similarity of thought shared by members of one’s own persuasion. It was also the reason why Prentiss’s mind had given way when his baffle was forced down. He was scared of trying at first; but after three months they had almost taken to ignoring him. An attempt at escape, or at communication with people outside, would have brought them down like a ton of bricks; but within his own four walls, it seemed he was at liberty— even of the mind. *“You’re sure he’s in Man- chester ?” “Well, they certainly didn’t drop him south of there.” Tempers were beginning to fray after the long search. By now, Guiscard’s associates had alerted the organisation all over the world, and parties of sensitives watched without ceasing for signs of a move by the opposition; but while comiclooks.comnn