Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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TO-MORROW IS ANOTHER DAY “T learned many things while I was imprisoned by these men whom you call the op- - position. Among others—— “But let me recount a few facts that alone should have pointed you to something vital which you’ve missed. “Take, for instance, that I was, and am, the only member of Guiscard’s or- ganisation who could not be baffled out by Irene—chief focus of what he calls the opposition. Doesn’t that mean something? “Take the fact that I[ brought here three hostile immortals, who would never have ventured within a thou- sand yards of this place if they had had the choice. “Take—this.”’ The hood seemed to leave his eyes, and he gazed pierc- ingly around the room. In a flash—a flicker—the baffles that so jealously guarded the mental integrity of the two opposing parties were down. No—not down. Penetrated. In one single place. By one single mind. By Michel. 63 And it was not that they knew each others’ thoughts. It was that Michel knew both of them, and _ incidentally, they were mutually aware. Irene saw it first, in blind speechless horror. She choked on the knowledge, pointing a quivering, accusing finger at the man who negated the ideals and beliefs of more than a lifetime. But it was Clair- mont who put it into words. “*Y our—superconsciousness?”’ “How else could you be a part of me and I not be a part of you?” Marcia breathed out gustily, and from her mind came a silent, unverbalised prayer of thankfulness. “Thank heaven he’s on our side!” “No!” The mental .and audible denial was like an explosion. “No! I am not on your side.” _ “But——”’ That was Guis- card and Savigny, simultane- ously. “No. You've always thought in terms of the complete rout and destruction of the comiclooks.corn