Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Ought to have his head examined. Must be getting too old for his job. The screen blinked and winked and supplied the lean face of Over-Inspector Kristofr. “Now, what is all this > nonsense?” General Lee wanted to know. “‘My secre- tary told me——”’ “That I’d reported an anti- State felony Class One?’’ the other supplied. ‘Well, he was quite right. I thought I'd better get straight through to you.” The general’s face grew redder. “But a Class One meanseither murder or suicide, i a a “This is suicide. Dr. Robt Jaksn the neuro-physicist, —992c, Avenue 7794, Third Level. ’'m up there now with half a dozen men.” “Tll be with you inside fifteen minutes,’’ snapped the general. A fast turbocar took him to the northern area of the vast city that was NU Lundn, and with a minute and a half to spare he reached the office of Dr. Robt Jaksn. 10 Kristof; met him in the hallway. ““Afternoon, sir,’”’ he said. “Afternoon,” the general grunted. “‘Now what is all this nonsense ?”’ “T’m afraid it isn’t nonsense. This Dr. Jaksn has somehow managed to kill himself with- out being detected.” The general threw his coat on the nearest cushion and waved his arms. “‘But the whole thing’s impossible, I tell you. The Detector is completely infallible, you know that as well as I do. However hard he’d tried to restrict the death-wish vibra- tions he couldn’t have suc- ceeded. Even if he’d been able to keep them down right up to a fraction of a second before he committed the act the Detector would have caught him and sent out a stun beam.”’ Kristofr shrugged. ““Come in and see for yourself,’ he said. The room they entered was . the office normally occupied by the late doctor’s secretary, and through an open door they could see the consulting comiclooks.conn