Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 142: what you’re looking at

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ADDICT assigned a certain brilliant colour. The whole now took on a kind of pattern and per- haps a meaning. George Three saw that the process was good. The circle was a lovely thing, and while it as yet car- ried no objective meaning for him, it nevertheless warmed and somehow comforted him. Now the circle seemed to re- cede. Again he resisted and again failed to prevent or stop a process that was outside of himself. Thus he came to know that the circle of coloured light was real—and that he lived. Long shafts of delicately tinted light now struck from the coloured areas of the circle. They struck down obliquely and fell actually upon George Three himself. He found that by moving his head a fewinches either way hecould fillhis entire eye with a single glowing colour. Now the shafts of light were interrupted. But this time he did not resist. A silhouette re- solved itself against the spray of light. It grew a shining, tinted halo... _ “George,”’ said the voice of Lilian Four. “Lilian!’? George Three 141 said, trying to sit up. But numb limbs would not support him, “Don’t try to get up,”’ said the voice of a man from the shadows. “The casts aren’t dry yet. You might break them.” Casts Saye, “You needed some patching up, George,’ explained the girl. ““Your ribs and one arm. We have to put you in shape.” The girl’s last words puzzled him. As he recovered full con- sciousness a flood of questions came into his mind. **Lilian . . .”’ he said, finally. “We're in the church, aren’t we?” re eS: know?” “That,” he said, pointing toward the source of the now waning light. “Stained glass window,”’ she said, knowingly. “‘One of the very few in this world.” “There is much to tell you Mr. Three, and not much time to tell it. The church here is only a temporary hideout. The police are superstitious about it. But the federal agents are not. After last night they will connicloooks.Ccomn) But how did you > tS ee a oe A _