Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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SAVIOUR them, standing together, talk- ing, their conversation hold- ing their attention from the doorways of the lifts, on which they had obviously been posted to keep watch. Patrick about-turned with what was practically military precision, hoping desperately that they would not notice his grey cadet uniform, hoping that the crowd of returning workers would obscure him from their view. The thought did not strike him until afterwards that they might have been stationed at the lift shafts for any number of various purposes other than that of keeping watch for him. Why, he thought sud- denly, walking with the crowd, they might have just happened to meet there, the three of them, and be talking to each other just to pass a few minutes before going about their duties. But it wasn’t worth risking going back and taking the chance of getting past them into one of the lifts. The best thing to do would be to hide until later on, somewhere, and then try one of the other banks of lifts on the chance of its being unguarded. But where could he hide, here on the Administration Level of all places? It would be difficult 49 enough anywhere in Deep London, but here it would surely be worst of all. How could anyone hide, Patrick thought with great bitterness, in a place where there were so many people with the power to stop you and ask you where you were going and what your business was, and with the power, too, to send you instantly to the Psychocentre if your answers weren’t suffi- ciently good, there to be cross-examined and analysed on suspicion of being an Eastern Federation spy? His mind shot back into memories once more in a frightened and uncontrollable flight from the minatory reality of the present. Somewhere to hide. Like in the old days, with Harry, when they'd gone exploring in the freight transport tunnels in spite of what their mothers and fathers had told them, and in spite, too, of the notices which had told them, without any ambiguity in their word- ing, that the tunnels were dangerous and that they were out-of-bounds to everyone, even to freight transport workers, unless they had an official pass from the Trans- port Administration offices. The notices had been huge and white, and frightening, comiclooks.corn