Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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STRANGE SUICIDE blinked uncertainly. He felt suddenly as though he was on the point of waking from a dream. Here was a man he had never seen in his life before asking him if he had had a good trip and treating him as if he had been an old friend. And now, since the doctor had apparently noticed his rumpled condition, the good humour and welcome in his eyes had given way, it seemed, to something like— well, like fear. The doctor moved swiftly to the door of the anteroom. ““Lora!”’ he called. “Yes, Dr. AndrUz?”’ “If any visor calls come through for me say I’m out on an urgent case and probably won’t be back until tomorrow. Out to callers, too. Sav?’’ “Savi the voice. ac- knowledged. Dr. AndrUz closed the door and slowly turned to face his visitor. ““Trouble?”’ he asked cautiously, his eyes on the dusty coveralis once more. The man called Lorens pointed vaguely to a null- grav cushion. ““May I——”’ “Of course. Here—I’ll get you a drink and a kiksule.”’ 3 The visitor slumped into the cushion and closed his eyes. The throbbing in his head had abated somewhat but his limbs still ached. Dr. AndrUz brought a tray over to him. “Tired?” He snapped his eyes open. “‘Huh? Oh, yes. Tired.’ On the tray was a glass of golden fluid and three small red kiksules. He swallowed the pills and drained the glass. AndrUz pulled another cushion near and straddled it. **Tell,”’ he said. ““You’re three hours late and you look as though you’ve been beaten up. You arrive here without visoring through to me and you haven’t said a word about anything.” But what could he say, the man called Lorens wondered. How could he explain about the crash in the flycar and his subsequent realisation that everything previous to his recovery of consciousness was completely lost to him? How could he say that the only thing that had led him here, to this doctor who had seem- ingly been expecting him to call several hours before, connicloooks.com