Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 49: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION and radio, but there’s always something they leave out.” “You done a lot of studying before you came here?” “Quite a lot.” *“How was it they let you?” “They thought they could trust me.” “And you double-crossed them ?”’ “T escaped.” He said it simply. He looked at her; he had a face both strong and gentle, and now that she had seen more of him she thought she could trace a foreign look in his features; something hard to define, but foreign. “You could help me in little things like that,” he went on. “You’ve got no rings on your fingers—that means you're not married, engaged ?” There was a questioning inflection in his voice. ““No.”’ She added, honestly: “No boy friend, either. No regular, that is.” “Help me out, Jenny,” he said. ““Let me see you, when you've got time off. Keep me on the line. You'll do that?’ 48 “O.K.,” she said. “But I'll be watching you, too. If you're a spy or anything, Ill turn you in. I’m not going to get mixed up in anything of that kind.” “You don’t have to worry about that,”’ he told her. She had taken him on for the excitement which was rare enough in her life, but by the third time she met him she was worrying on his behalf. He was always available for any time she fixed, and working at the Electric Rooms meant her time off was in the mornings with a couple of hours in the afternoon—not the kind of thing that fitted into the pat- tern of other people’s jobs very well. What kind of a job did John have? And if he didn’t have one, what was he doing for money ? They walked in the park, with the autumn sun sparkling frostily off the water in the lake, and she put the question to him. He said: “‘No, I don’t have a job.” connicloooks.com