Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 116: what you’re looking at

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THE ROOM This satisfied the old man—at least for the present. They were both slumbering when Phillman returned from his lab. ‘““Think I’ve done it,” he shouted with enthusiasm. “You'll have to wear this belt, Bill.’ He held out a light metallic strip. Duvane wished to accom- pany Bill on his trip, but he wouldn’t hear of it and, in any case, there was no belt for her. She embraced him before he relaxed on the couch. “Ill come back,” he told her. The journey had been timed for the early hours so that it would occur when Dudley Bernard’s body would be asleep. Bill travelled quickly beyond the realms of light and found himself in territory similar to the demon country in which he had. been a prisoner with Duvane. But there was a difference. It wasn’t quite so dark, or he was becoming accustomed to such places. He moved cau- tiously towards a noise which seemed to be coming from a small open space near a clump of trees. 115 An amazing scene con- fronted him. In the midst of a crowd of demons was Dudley Bernard. But a changed per- son—he was naked. His face bore a demoniacal expression. He rocked to and fro— screaming and gyrating in an elemental fury. Bill shook his head slowly. How could he possibly reason with such a creature ? This would be worse than trying to parley with him on Earth. The mad dance slowed down. Bill walked forward into the open space. Momen- tarily, the demons stopped. Bernard gaped at Bill in amazement. Then he screeched out: “‘What are you doing here? Seize him, seize him,”’ he cried. “‘He’s a spy! Hold him!” Scores of the demons rushed to grab Bill. He stood his ground. The first ones to reach him made wild snatches. Then they howled in fury as shocks of power shot up their arms and frightened them off. Bill chuckled. So the belt was working. It was obvious that Bernard was astonished. ‘“‘What are you doing here, Simmons ?”’ he growled. Then, comiclooks.corn