Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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STRANGER IN TIME Benner reeled back for an instant, and Dinton leaped to the control panel, only to pause, straining, as the other reasserted his powers. Slowly, step by step, sweating with the prodigious mental resist- ance he was exerting, Dinton was forced away from the panel. Benner could not keep it up. Suddenly Dinton broke free, and again hurled himself at the panel. If he could only touch it for one brief second, before the interstel police arrived to aid Benner... Even as his fingers reached for the buttons, Benner threw a mental bolt at him that sent him reeling sideways. He col- lapsed for a second, while Benner strained to hold him there. There was the faintest sus- picion of a screech from out- side, and the thud of feet... Susan leaped like a panther. Her fingers struck the buttons entirely at random. Agent from some unimaginable civi- lization he might be, but Dinton was still her husband. The machine reeled and twisted, while the door 31 slammed shut with a crash that rang through the cabin. With a shriek Benner turned to the panel, and Dinton had him. Physically, this time. His clenched fist moved so swiftly that Susan saw only a blurr. It struck the other man where neck joins head. Benner’s face smashed horribly on the for- ward wall of the cabin. He slumped and crumpled to the floor. Susan sagged against the control panel, staring down at the body with dilated eyes. Dinton looked at her thought- fully. “Sorry, Susan,’ mured. He stooped, caught Benner by the shoulders, and dragged him away somewhere to the rear of the vehicle out of sight. Susan collapsed rather than sat in a seat. Her stunned mind was beginning to work again. She cringed away as Dinton returned to her. “Susan.” She could not meet the compassion and sadness in his eyes. ““You-——” The agony in her throat made her speak in > he mur- COMICLHOOKS.COM