Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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STRANGE SUICIDE room that now contained the secretary, six policemen and, the general noticed, the inert form of a man stretched out on a foam couch. The policemen snapped to attention as the general en- tered, while the secretary—a pale young woman with hair dyed a vivid shade of lime green—continued to whimper and dab at her eyes with a handkerchief. The general turned to her. “What happened? You’re the doctor’s secretary, I take 1 41 dee “Yes, sir. I—I was outside, in my office. Dr. Jaksn had told me he wanted to be left alone and not disturbed.” ‘“‘What time did he tell you that?” “At—at abouf 1300, when I came back from lunch.” “Did he have any callers?” She nodded, her green hair bobbing. “Two—besides visor calls, of course. But I turned them away. When— when it came to my time for leaving I tried to call him on the visor but he didn’t answer.” “Then what did you do?” “I—I knocked on the door, 11 and then when he didn’t answer that I tried to open the door. It was locked. I called out to him and he didn’t answer, and then—then I began to get worried. I fetched the janitor and asked for his master key.” *“And when you got in and saw the body you called the police, is that right?” The girl nodded. The general. turned to Kristofr. ““You checked on the janitor and the key?’ “I did. Apparently the man let her take the key. He didn’t come in here at all.” General Lee moved over to the body on the foam couch. *“How did he do—how did he die?’ he asked. Kristofr repressed a smile at the way in which his superior had avoided admit- ting that the man had, in fact, taken his own life. “From the looks of things he pumped himself full of GT.66. There was a hypodermic in his hand when we found him~ and a bottle labelled GT.66 on the table. Also the puncture mark in his arm. And this.” He handed a slip of paper to comiclooks.com ~