Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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SAVIOUR incident he’d needed to remember! The picture of the old man was clear and vivid, and the words he had spoken were clear in his mind, also. Maybe there'll come a time when you'll need advice or something. If you ever do, either of you, the name’s Whittam. George Whit- tam. 1495, Level Four. No, don’t write it down. Just keep it in your head. But how had he known?. How had he suspected that, in the future some time, either of them might need help? Had he guessed that they were sufficiently different to be classed as dangerous, if ever their peculiar talents were discovered ? But there was no time to think of the means whereby the stranger had known or suspected. The fact that he had given a name and address and had offered help was the only thing that mattered. Maybe there’ll come a time when you need advice or some- thing. Well, that time had arrived. He needed both help and advice, and he needed them as quickly as possible. He did not allow himself time to think of the enormity of what he was doing. He did not stop to consider the con- sequences of disobeying the 45 orders of the Psychosecurity ' men, nor the enormous odds against his ever reaching Whittam. If he let himself hesitate he would be lost. He must get away as soon as possible. Immediately. Now! He opened the door and stepped out boldly into the corridor. A man in a white coat was walking towards him. Be brave, be bold, a steady- ing voice within Patrick’s frightened mind advised him. He smiled at the man. “Ex- cuse me,” he said, “‘I’ve just finished analysis with Dr. Naylor. He went off to lunch, I think, and told me that someone would come up to show me the way out, but nobody’s been, so I wondered if you could...” “Of course,’ the man nodded, happy to oblige, pointing down the corridor. “The lifts are just down there, on the right hand side.” ‘*“Many thanks,” said Pat- rick, .setting off, his legs feeling boneless and jelly-like, wobbling and incapable of bearing his weight. At any moment he might see Captain Mathews stepping round the far turn in the passage, or from the lifts, perhaps. At any moment he might hear some dread voice behind him saying: “‘Just a comicloooks.comn .