Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS Prentiss had said. What was it? “‘Remember: he can’t put up a baffle against you. You can, against him.”’ He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. The muscles of his jaw lumped in con- centration. Then—— His baffle went up. The opposition could not get at his mind without first fighting it down—and that would take some while. At the same time, however, he still had access, through an unbreak- able resonance, to one of the members of the opposition. And the enemy couldn’t baffle out the thoughts of one dominated by the same drive as they themselves. The mind that formed the other half of the linkage struggled furiously—and vainly. It relaxed, and his probe stabbed in. Checking only for a moment, he began to implant commands with a controlled frenzy. When the key turned in the lock of the door, he walked out without looking at the face of the person with 59 ANOTHER DAY whom he was en rapport. He’d known since hé broke the resistance in her mind that it was Irene. He spent a few more minutes taking certain pre- cautions. “Still there?” “Still there. Any progress ?”’ “Like walking through a brick wall. Savigny thinks he may have something. It’s liable to take a lot of working out, though.” “Well, it’s been twenty- nine months, more. or less, to date, Philip. Neither side moving—it’s getting me down.” “IT. quite agree. But it goes to show they must know of some flaw in their defences of Michel, or they’d act right away. As it is, we've found no morethan ordinary activity. Therefore, they aren’t pre- pared to go into action so long as there’s any chance of our sneaking Michel back.” “Of course, they could be merely tying up our defences, you know.” comiclbooks.conn