Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, Issue 45 — page 45: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION that hideous trick with Doctor Hamlin. They were trying to drive him mad. And he didn’t like that. It made him fighting eager to meet up with them and put a dose of coruscating cosmic rays into whatever shape they were using at the time. ““Now where is that damned suitcase,” he grumbled aloud again. He knew where it was, of course—in his bedroom higher in the dome. But if he found it down here... Cosmic rays would blast it and he might never know what ifs own, normal shape was. But he wouldn’t care. He had a vague realisation that he had passed beyond the bounds of normalcy in this affair. He was thinking about things that were verging on the fantastic with a calm acceptance of them that made his purpose seem clear. He was talking about a suitcase in his bed- room, expecting to find it down in the lab. And, when he did see it, to 44 deluge it with killing Cosmic rays. Perhaps he was insane, after all. “If I don’t find that con- founded suitcase in a couple of minutes——” he began, holding on to the sure, dominating conviction that he was not insane. He couldn’t afford to be, with all the responsibilities of the Car- penter Eugenic Research Sta- tion strung round his neck. He coughed and wiped his mouth with a paper handkerchief. ““Where’s that suitcase?” he said aloud, annoyedly. Nothing. Silence. The lab- oratory lying still and quiet and without that pulse beat denoting the presence of an- other entity. Oh, well, he’d have to try somewhere else, the office for instance, and bring the suitcase in here when he found it. If he did. “I’m afraid you won’t find the suitcase now, Doctor Car- penter,” the voice behind him said sofily. He turned slowly to face the comiclooks.cormn