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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION flaming world and swept to- wards the purple pathway— moving less swiftly with greater control. Carefully, he manceuvred, landing on the purple plain he had seen from afar as a narrow pathway. From his new position he saw that it was wide and flat, sparkling in bright rays. He looked about him, wondering what he should do next. Curiously, he examined the purple ground beneath his feet. It was smooth yet soft, varying bright and dull, of a substance un- known to him. He walked along slowly, thinking hard ' about his possible line of action. , Bill concentrated upon the problem—how to sort out the Bernard threat, how to stop him wrecking Phillman’s plans? There was a slight hissing sound. Bill jerked himself round. Then he saw it; a strange vehicle racing towards him—almost without noise. A long, shining vehicle pulled up by his side. Out stepped two slim, human-like creatures dressed in frilly 108 -as he clasped his garments. They beckoned to him. Without argument, Bill decided to string along and find out what it all meant. He entered the conveyance and, without any speech, was driven away. They travelled many miles before the terrain altered into long avenues of small bushes bearing varied, coloured flowers. After they had passed these lines of shrubs there were buildings, low and rect- angular. The vehicle did not slacken its speed until larger and more ornate buildings came in view. Dominating all was a higher and impressive construction. They made for © this one, pulling up with a jerk. Bill followed the beings inside. There it was cool and simply furnished. They en- tered a lounge which was decorated in a pleasing style with low, backless seats near the walls. Bill sat down after the escorts had left him; his knees almost hitting his chin hands philosophically and waited. After a few minutes the door opened and a beautiful female came in. She spoke to comicloooks.comnn