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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION gazing at each other as though seeing one another for the first time. Then Benner leaned forward and touched a button. The door slid open. Dinton’s face contorted horribly for a second. “Gwympre, Terdua Vilgo!” The words were a snarl, and Benner smiled. “Yes, Mr. Dinton; tricked.” Susan crammed a fist into her mouth in an effort to suppress a shriek. Through the open door she saw a landing field, with a sparse scattering of machines, stretch- ing away to where buildings rose, perhaps a mile or more in the distance; strange out- landish shapes, towers, spires, aerial bridges soaring in fan- tastic curves between them. Something streaked sound- lessly across the brilliant mauve sky above, travelling too fast for her to make out its form; and somewhere an alarm was wailing... ““Yes,”’ Benner went on, stillspeakingin English. Susan, standing watching the crumb- ling to pieces of her life, won- dered dully if he was using the language solely for her benefit. ““Yes, it must be a 30 shock to you to find we also have agents in the second half of the twentieth century, After all, it is a long way back in time. Afid it may seem ironic that I, an enemy, should be the one to hand over Reyell’s message, but it was necessary that we should know where your band is hiding.” Susan’s gaze left them, and turned dazedly to the door- way. Far away out there, in the direction of the buildings, was a small object that seemed to grow by leaps and bounds as she watched. A ground vehicle, coming fast. “Of course, if they forget to carry out a routine in- spection of their transporters before using them, some of your band will arrive here before we get a chance to round them up. I managed to alter the control-leads on at least half a dozen of the machines while you were asleep last night——.”’ The words ended in a gasp of pain. Susan, cowering away from them both, felt a sudden mental shock, and knew she had caught the merest fringe of the unseen force Dinton had flung at his enemy. Comichooks.com