Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 106: what you’re looking at

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THE ROOM Well, it was simply great. I felt that I could accomplish all kinds of things. That I COUN oo. n<, “*Yes, yes, I know. I watched it all... Very good, my boy, but what am I to do about Bernard ?” They returned to the doc- tor’s consulting room. The receptionist was told to cancel all appointments until further notice. | Bill calmed the old man and told him to sit down. “Tell me about Bernard,” he in- vited. ““What have you done to make him anenemy?” Gloomily, Phillman an- swered: “I haven’t done any- thing, really; he’s done it to himself. The machine ob- jectivised his dark aura— showing the awful mess of his soul.’ Bill clapped his hands to- gether. “I’m beginning to understand. Carry on.” The doc grinned faintly. “With a really bad character reactions are grim. Devils of his own making really torture him. No wonder Bernard was furious, but I can’t let him close me down. My 105 method could help thousands. What do you suggest I do, Mr. Simmons, or may I address you as Bill?’ **Call me Bill. I’m with you. If we can get the Post on your side we'll fight Bernard and do the city a good turn.” Bill paced up and down. “‘Now let me see—action one, to get the backing of the chief. Wait a moment, doc. I'll ring the old man and give him an outline.” The doc waved to the *phone: “‘Help yourself, Bill.’”. After some argument the chief gave the go ahead. Consultations had been made with the Post’s lawyer. Despite appeals the City Com- mittee had caused delay, pleading: ‘“‘Urgent other busi- ness.”” Bill was annoyed and impatient. He discussed the matter with Phillman. “Is there no other way, doc?’ asked Bill. ““What about your equipment ?”’ “TI don’t quite understand, Bill,” the doctor answered. *“Have you an idea?” ‘““How about your room— couldn’t you go off into the conicloooks.comn