Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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CONSPIRACY went round to the driving seat. John said: “Get away from here, Jenny. Forget all about this. Get clear. A different city. Anywhere, but away from this part.” Dr. Spencer said: “I’m sure you would rather come to the hospital with us. She’ll be all right, John.” John said: “I know I can’t trust you. Jenny!” She had got into the back beside him. She said: ‘“Where- ever it is, I want to go with you.” Dr. Spencer got into the seat beside Dr. Morenberg. The engine started. John said: “Oh, my God!’’ _ The car turned away from the park towards 37th. It crossed an intersection. And another. Dr. Spencer looked side- ways at Dr. Morenberg. His face had a puzzled, inquiring look. *““Yes,’’ Dr. Morenberg said. “I found your little gadget. I disconnected it.” 63 Dr. Spencer’s hand went to his pocket, but Dr. Moren- berg’s own left hand, pointing across his lap, already held something. “T took the precaution of fitting a silencer,”’ he said. There were two soft thud- ding noises, and Dr. Spencer’s body began to slide inwards. Dr. Morenberg called: ‘Hold it, John. Jenny, I must apologise. I generally say excuse me before 1 commit murder.” He stopped the car when they were well clear of the city. “That lake, John. The one where you ditched the ar- moured car. You think it will take our friend, too?” John said: “Yes. But how...” “Up to the point of talking to Spencer,” Dr. Morenberg said, “I quite frankly thought you were mad. But this young lady isn’t the only person with a gift for spotting small defects in a well acted part. Spencer was not as interested connicloooks.comn