Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION He looked and sounded very convincing. Now, at this crucial point, Jenny still didn’t know which story to believe. She loved John whether he was mad or not. And she only wanted to help him. Surely these doctors knew best? She saw John look at her. Then he turned to Dr. Spencer. “I know I can’t get away,” he said. “I know what you’ve got in your pocket, and I know you would use it—on all three of us—if I tried to make a break for it. Sol shan’t make a break. I'll come with you in your car. I know the vibrator will be fitted. I only ask one thing—let me come with you on my own. Leave Jenny and this other poor devil out of it.” ““Remarkably persistent,” Dr. Spencer commented, glan- cing towards Dr. Morenberg. Dr. Morenberg said: ““We only want you to drive along to the hospital I’m attached to, John. I shall be with you— and it’s my own car, inciden- tally.” 62 All four walked together to the park gates. The brilliant late autumn weather still held; the sun gleamed hazily off the water’s surface. Dr. Morenberg’s car was parked just outside. John looked at it, and at Dr. Spencer. ““Of course,” he said. ““You will have fitted the vibrator on this; you must have had opportunity.” Dr. Spencer, his voice soothingly genial, said: “Of course, of course. Get in now. It’s only five minutes to the hospital. You'll have a good rest there, and the very best of treatment.” John had one foot on the running board. “Just count these two out, and I'll come. No fuss.” Dr. Morenberg said: ““You must let me drive my own car, John! You get in the back.” John said: “‘Jenny, at least. She needn’t come.” “All right. If you don’t want her to.” John got in. Dr. Morenberg comicloooks.conn