Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 52: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

STRANGE SUICIDE would encompass at least twice the area of this room I might as well keep charge of it until you came to.” When Lorens had dressed himself once more the two stood for a moment looking at each other—the man and the almost-man. “You’re not coming with me, are you?” AndrUz shook his head. “TI can do more good here on Terra. We'll have just as great a task here as you will on Phobos. I’ve made the final arrangements for your journey. Made them by visor ‘while you were under the therapy. At the door of this building a man will take you to a turbocar. He’ll drive you to the rocket. Now get on your way—Porl. And re- member—I.H.T.S.” “T.H.T.S.,” replied the almost-man. J) “. . . so there you are,” finished Over-Inspector Kris- tofr, waving his arms. “Jaksn 51 was working on a positronic brain; this pseudo-ManUI was a surgeon and an expert on androids and robotics; the secretary now admits that she never saw Jaksn actually mov- ing about throughout the entire course of the day; the janitor says that crates of machinery were shifted out of the laboratory that morning, and that this ManUl man also left early. Then there’s the other man who left with Jaksn’s pass-key, yet regis- tered with the autoscanner as a man called Lorens about whom we’ve gathered a pile of evidence as high as a Detector building to prove that he was in GlazgO at the time, and is still there.” General Lee nodded. “‘Then there’s this business of Jaksn’s old school friend .. .” he murmured. “Exactly. When we checked Detector Area crossings into west country regions for this evening we found that this man calling himself Porl comiclbookssconrn