Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Kristofr, this one. A man with a darker skin, and with features that had more than a slight resemblance to those of the well-known Sensory actor Van Klark. The resem- blance was by no means complete, but, of course, it was not meant to be com- plete. And the Adjuster that rested snugly against the -dorso-ventral membrane of his vocal cords—and thus altered their vibration fre- quency—gave his voice the distinction of being extremely similar to that of the same Van Kiark. She looked at abd un- steadily. ““Whatdoyoumean?”’ He moved his shoulders slightly and leaned towards her. His suit was almost a duplicate of the one Van Klark had worn in his last Sensory. “I mean, my dear Mrs. Jaksn, that we hope you'll co-operate with us and tell us all we want to know. In that way we can stop the knowledge of your husband’s —er—death from getting to the general public and also, of course, stop any resultant ‘consequences from affecting your own life. There, now—”’ 32 again the smile, ‘‘—I’ve laid my cards on the table, as they used to say. I hope you'll be as frank with me as [I’ve been wiih you.” State Sensories had told him that Van Klark’s per- fume used in his major Sen- sories was MaskAlin 90b. Drector Filipz, who ran State Sensories, had sole charge of the blend and used it only for Van Klark in Van Klark Firstfeaturz. K-istofr had had to use all Scotyard Security’s influence to get even as much as now wafied from the chin- tall collar of his jacket and from behind his ears. ““Well?”’ “I—I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” she said. ‘Fine,’ said Kristofr. It was going to be easier than he had thought. Already her eyes were phenomenally bright and he would have had to have been an E Class ManUl not to have noticed the way . her breathing quickened when he had leaned forward. He turned to his companions. “Ill talk to Mrs. Jaksn alone. Wait for me outside, will When they had left he comiclooks.cormn