Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 103: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Abruptly, Bill stated: “I’m from the Post.” Phillman’s professional smile disappeared. “‘I’m sorry, Mr. Simmons. I can’t discuss anything with you.” *““But, doctor,”’ Bill stretched out his hands, “‘a good story will help you—hundreds of patients—you’d make a for- tune.” “You don’t understand,”’ the doctor said. ““This is not a fortune-telling ramp. It’s new, scientific.’ “If it’s new,”’ Bill argued, *“‘you need publicity.” “But I’m a_ professional man,”’ Phillman protested. “I don’t want to do anything unethical.” Bill couldn’t stifle his laugh- ter. ““How about your treat- ment, doc. Would you call it orthodox ?”’ The psycho grimaced and mopped his brow again. “My methods are different, pos- sibly revolutionary. You see... No, I’d better not say any more.” Reluctantly, Bill was about to admit defeat, until he remembered Bernard. With a twinge of conscience he 102 threatened: “‘If you can’t give me the story, doc, I’d better see Dudley Bernard.” Phillman’s agitation came back with a rush. “‘No, no,” he shouted. ““‘Don’t see Ber- nard; he wants to close me down.” ‘“Look,”’ said Bill, trying a new angle. “‘Can’t say I care much for Bernard myself. Maybe I can help. We need new methods—if they’re good. How about it, doc?”’ For a few seconds Phillman was quiet. A_ slight smile edged round his lips. He rang for the receptionist. ‘““No ap- pointments until after lunch,” he told her. “ll be busy with Mr. Simmons.” Bill relaxed. His legs stretched out; he made a few notes. ‘‘How did all this begin, doc?’’ he asked. The Psycho sighed. “A long time ago—when I was a student in Europe. There I became interested in the human aura. Expect you’ve heard of Reichenbach and Kilner.” “Heard a bit. Have you improved on their techniques —new dye ?’’ Bill queried. comiclooks.conm