Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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IT TAKES TWO “Open up quick,” Jarril snapped. “I need a valve, “Hey, hey,” the other in- terrupted. “Not so fast. Jikko’s away hunting today. I’m afraid you'll have to wait.” “Now lisien here.” Jarril controlled himself with an effort. A distracting singing hum had begun in his ears, and he was trying to deter- mine whether it came from an outside source, or from in- side his own head. “I’m a Terran Space Guardsman. I need this valve for some fool’s radio set the other side of town. You'd better open up and get it quick.” “Suppose I did open yp— and I can. I’m Jikko’s nephew and in charge when he’s away —can you pay me for the valve?” “Pay? I’m requisitioning it 33 “I don’t know about that——” “Come on man, _ stop bandying words. Move!” “H’m. Well, I’m going to take a crowd of kids on a picnic out into the desert, so I won’t have time to get the 29 valve. Even if Jikko author- ised this requisition that you speak of. Even if we had the valve. Anyway, the store’s shut.” Jarril bunched his fists in a tightly-gripping knot. “You were just going in.” “Can’t a man change his mind ?” “Listen to me, Jikko’s nephew——” “Its no good arguing, Mister Terran Space Guards- man. You'll have to wait until Jikko gets back for your valve. And if you’ve been monkeying with old Ben’s radio set, then I’d look out for trouble when he gets back to town.” Feeling as though he were losing a solar system in a Galactic war-game, Jarril dug down in his pouch and pro- duced a handful of Terran currency notes. “Here he held the notes out. ‘Take what’s due and get me the valve. And hurry it up!” “I’m sorry, mister. You can’t get anything from the store today.” “Why not?” ‘“Today’s Sunday.” Mister comiclooks.com