Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 62: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS now comprising the libido of the foetal superconsciousness in north-western Europe. The question was: How soon would the opposition discover that they did not hold Michel? And another question was: Where was he? Why hadn’t he come to them when he escaped ? They sat in silence, almost undisturbed, their busy minds weaving a complex pattern of wonder. At length they were interrupted by the quiet entry of a maid. She said: “‘There’s a Miss Ray to see you, Mr. Guiscard.” Guiscard looked up from the fire. ‘“Miss Ray? I don’t think I know——”’ Clairmont flung up his head like a hound-dog that has caught a scent, and Guiscard glanced at him. *““She’s very important,” he stated significantly. “She may even be the link——”’ ** She ?” *““She,”’ confirmed Clair- mont. Guiscard began to smile, 61 ANOTHER DAY gently. “Show her in,” he said. Miss Ray looked about sixteen. She might have been beautiful. Her hair was gold and her eyes were blue. But if you looked closely enough into those eyes, you saw the reflection of an ageless an- tiquity. She was an immortal, whose control over her bodily development was such that she had maintained her ap- parent age at about sixteen, as Guiscard his at fifty, Marcia at a little over forty, Prentiss at fifteen years less than that. And now that she was vibrating with an almost uncontrollable rage, her lips were drawn back from her teeth in a feral snarl that might have been the laugh of a hungry tiger. If Roger Prentiss had been there, he might have recog- nised an image from Michel’s early nightmares. She came into the room slowly, eyes blazing, said: “If I knew why I came here——”’ The maid opened the door again, said in mild astonish- comicloooks.con