Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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CONSPIRACY “And money? How are you fixed ?” **That’s kind of you, Jenny.” He looked at her, and she had a queer feeling inside. She had been going to tell him she had a little put by, if he needed something. “I can manage all right. You don’t have to worry.” “You brought money out with you?” He shook his head. “It wouldn’t have been any good.” “How are you going to manage, then?” He smiled. “I’ve got some talent. T’ll show you some- time. I’Il show you now, if you like. Let’s go have a coke somewhere.” They went into a drug store in a little street that went off at right angles to the park en- trance. He ordered cokes, and they drank them. There was a one-armed bandit by the door, waiting for dimes to be put in. John changed a quarter into two dimes and a nickel. He jerked his head towards the fruit machine. 49 “Stay here and watch. Don’t be surprised.” She watched him put one of the dimes in. He pulled the handle and the dial spun dizzily. Nothing happened. He put the other dime in, and the dial spun again. The three clicked into line, one after another. The dimes came pouring out, and he stuffed them in his pocket. He came back to the counter. “I guess it’s my lucky day. Shall we get?’ Outside in the street, she said, a little angrily: “You telling me you play the fruit machines for a living?” “I pick up some change that way.” “You never win on those things. No one does.” He steered her into another drug store. This time he played it three times before the jackpot came up. She said: “Did you do that?” “You saw me.” “I don’t believe it.” “I told you I was going to do it.” comiclooks.conn