Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION “And you meet him—how often, when?” “Every afternoon—about three. Except Sundays. Sun- days we have the whole day together, and we go right out into the country, if the weather’s O.K.”’ “But not by bus?’’ “We got bicycles.” “Very consistent,’ Dr. Morenberg murmured. “What do you want I should do?” He patted her shoulder. “You carry on, Miss Stey- rette—Jenny. You don’t mind Jenny ? Leave things to me for now!”’ “And when should I come back?” “Oh—next Tuesday will do.” But she saw Dr. Morenberg the next afternoon. She saw the tall stranger walking along the path by the edge of the lake, and the shorter figure of Dr. Morenberg trotting beside him. She had an immediate sense of being betrayed. Her impulse was to warn John—to 60 tell him to run—but by the time she had seen, it was too late. The two men had reached them. She only had time to notice one thing—in the stran- ger’s way of walking there was a barely perceptible oddness. » She had noticed it before in John himself. Dr. Morenbergsaid : “Hello, Jenny. What a surprise.” John’s glance flicked to- wards the two men. His gaze ' rested on the stranger. He said, quietly: “So you’ve run me down.”’ Dr. Morenberg said: “‘I was going to invent a casual meet- ing, but you seem to have guessed. You mustn’t blame Jenny for this. She didn’t know I was coming, or that I would bring my colleague with me. This is Roger Spen- cer. He is a very brilliant doctor.” **T know him,” John said. “T hardly think you can,” Dr. Morenberg said. “He lives in Philadelphia, and he’s only been over from Europe for a year.” John smiled. “Europe ?”’ comiclooks.conn