Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION shock if he awakened to find himself out of doors in the middle of the night. Dinton turned into River Walk. She ran, fearing what might happen if he reached the river before she could catch up with him. He was already on the river bank, making for a dense patch of shrubbery, as she emerged from the end of the street. But he was no longer alone. Another dimly-seen figure was with him. They disappeared into the bushes. Susan faltered and stopped dead. Something turned over within her and her heart started to thump. Memory reminded her of the tales she had heard of erring husbands, the many scandals that had come to her ears. The poison which some women are so fond of disseminating among themselves, and which is nine tenths idle gossip, was at work. Anger blazed up in her. Furiously she forced her way through the bushes. In the middle was a dark shape, like a small car. A figure was in the act of climbing into it. Susan did not hesitate. She had no idea what it was all about; all she knew was that her husband was acting very strangely, and she was going to find out, if she could, just why. She hurled herself through the opening, and fell on some- one’s lap, feeling arms close around her. For a moment she struggled while a door slid shut behind her, then relaxed. There was sufficient light for her to see that it was her hus- band who held her. “Ted,” she said, and was vaguely surprised at the brittle coldness of her voice, ““would you mind telling me what this is all about? Who is this— this——” Her voice faltered and broke off. She had just realised that the person sitting beside her husband was a man. Anger was swept away by fear as she noticed their ex- pressions. They both stared ahead with eyes that appar- ently saw nothing consciously. The faces were set like stone, with an inhuman quality about them that excited a revulsion within her. For a moment she : struggled, but the arms hold- ing her did not relax their grip. 12 _ comichbooks.conn