Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 43 — page 94: what you’re looking at

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Pulling a fast one on the wife will be Stand-in no easier in the future by JONATHAN BURKE It was not until the middle of the evening that she began to have her suspicions. Wal- ter had been so assiduously attentive that she had in- stinctively relaxed, soothed by his affectionate voice and his still-youthful smile. It was not until she yawned and sug- gested they should go to bed early that she sensed something was wrong. He looked ever so slightly dis- concerted. Then he said, brightly: “It’s a bit early yet.” She studied him for a moment. “Is there anything wrong, dear ?”’ “Not at all,”’ he said. “It would do us good to make an early night of it. We'll have a nice drink first.” She flicked the switch near her chair, and sat back in the comfortable anticipation of being presented with hot 93 chocolate from the service chute within five minutes. Walter, rather too airily, said: “I don’t really feel tired yet. I think I'll sit up a little bit. longer.” He paused, as though consider- ing his own remark judicially, ‘and then added: “But you run along, darling. As soon as we've had our drink, you run along.” She looked away, feeling more than ever uneasy. It just couldn’t be—he would surely never have done such a thing . . .? It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t let herself be- lieve it. But once the idea was in her mind, she couldn’t just pretend that it wasn’t there. There was only one way of finding out. Casually she got up and walked across the room. A comiclooks.corn