Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 44 — page 72: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

FIRST DOWN Earth wouldn’t do the same damn silly things all over again.” Curry braced his outspread fingers against the metal wall, ready for the push that might well launch his body to a deadly meeting with a bullet. He didn’t care. One way or another, he wanted to finish this thing. He smiled slightly. “I’m coming for you, Steve. And this time, you’re going out.” Even as he pushed off, heading straight for Steve, the reporter’s narrow face crum- pled and broke up, and harsh sobs burst from him. He cried. Then Curry had his arm thrust before him, ready to take the gun away, and all the stars in the Galaxy crowded into his head. The sluggish knowledge came that Steve had lashed out in desperation. He felt no pain, then all sense left him and there was only a swooping rush down a long soft billow of foam. When he came round Curry . was more than surprised to realise that he had regained consciousness. He shook his head. He was lying awkwardly across the control chair and automatically he twisted round. 71 and pulled himself into it. This didn’t make the slightest bit of difference to what he was going to do. He looked around the tiny cabin, his eyes jumping and a pain shooting through the back of his head. Then he stiffened, awareness growing — lumpily. He was the only person in the cabin. The inner hatch of the air- lock was shut. When Steve had slugged him it had been wide open. He glanced quickly at his controls. The safeties were still off, so that the lock could be operated manually. And the red light showing that the outer door was open shone steadily and evilly at him “Well Til be——” Curry said aloud. it himself.’”? And then, more softly. “Queer guy.” A crackling rustle at his breast startled him. He looked down quickly and saw the slip of white paper thrust into his coverall zip. He took it out carefully, knowing what it was, wondering just what journalistic heroics Steve might have, at the last, dreamt up. The note was very simple. “Til leave my headlines to VOR Se Sy Ccomicloooks.cotn ~ “Wanted to do |