Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 89: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “Nobody can examine the body,” Reynolds replied. He sniffed at the gun and looked puzzled. “The _ life-rocket crashed before you landed. There wasn’t even a shred of bone left from the smash-up. Say, how did you manage to fire this gun without leaving an odour of powder?” “But I tell you, it hasn’t been fired. I bought it to go hunting with. Moore died naturally. I can show you exactly where... .” Nielson turned toward the Perseus to demonstrate where Moore had first complained of illness, where he had lain during the first report, all the ' other features of his carefully thought out alibi. But arms grasped him. He struggled uselessly, and Reynolds shoved the sheet of paper beneath his nose. “You forgot to destroy the last photograph before you wrecked the photography equipment. It shows the bullethole in Moore’s fore- head, as plain as day.” Nielson looked at _ the photograph, and wondered whether something were snapping inside himself. The photograph, the last taken before the life-rocket was buffeted away from the Per- seus, showed with perfect clarity the clean, small wound in Moore’s head, just above and centred perfectly between the eyes. The wound couldn’t be there, but the picture showed it. Reynolds shook his head sadly. “I'll say one thing for you—you’re a good shot.” Then he turned away from Nielson, and said to a tech- nician standing by: “He couldn’t have made a cleaner shot. You'd almost think that Moore had been hit in the head by a little meteor.” comicloooks.com