Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 72: what you’re looking at

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RECOIL during which nobody could possibly learn that Moore had been murdered. It was a secret between Nielson and the spaceship during that time, and if Nielson managed to get his thoughts into order, it might remain known only to him and the Perseus. Nielson looked defiantly at the spaceship’s instrument- laden walls, as if daring its mechanism to betray him. It would be easy enough to announce that Moore had died, on his next report. A quick cerebral haemorrhage in space wasn’t impossible. In the confusion of landing on Mars, three days from now, Nielson’s illegal methods of coming to Mars might pass undetected. But he had to dispose of the body, which must bear tell-tale traces of fatal radiation. Nielson managed to smile grimly at the thought that no other killer had ever enjoyed such an uncountable quantity of quadrillions of cubic miles of empty space in which to get rid of a body ... 71 Nielson jumped erect and whirled. Something had moved, just at the edge of his range of vision, along the wall. Nothing else is alive in this spaceship, he told himself, but he crouched as if ready to flee. Then he relaxed, seeing a shift in the colours on the detection panels, realising that this had alarmed him. The subdued hum that filled the ship at all times increased in loudness a little, as if the Perseus were exerting itself a Pat fy) Nielson breathed deeper, and understood the cause of the ship’s heightened activity. Moore’s body was undergoing — chemical changes as_ it sprawled in the chair. The machinery must work harder to keep the air pure and odourless. But the tone of the hum worried Nielson; would the attempt to cope with corruption cause a breakdown? the Nielson remembered conmicloooks.conm