Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 137: what you’re looking at

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He looked at his limp. empty hand. “‘You’ve broken my arm,”’ he accused. Sam was already turning away from the bar, not inter- ested in what had happened _ to Harry’s arm. The bartender lunged for the nearest weapon and bent it over Sam’s head. But the weapon was too fragile to do more than cut the newsman’s scalp slightly. “That was a foolish thing to do,’ Sam chided, running exploratory fingers through his hair. ““Now we’ll never know what kind of bomb it was.” He left Harry staring stupidly at the mangled Creep- - meter. It was dead and useless, its little glass heart smashed, the vacuum gone for ever. Max Binder wanted to talk about the broken meter, but Sam insisted on attending to Gibb first. ‘““We’ll, see about that in a minute,” he said. “Get your hairy paws under that beam. Don’t lift yet—I haven't got hold of Gibb. Right-—take it up slow. Don’t jerk; it might slip out of your grasp.” Binder’s great shoulders hunched up to his ears. His AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION head went down. The effort made his eyes bulge. Sam wondered if the big man could lift the beam high enough. He knew Max was soft from easy living, but he was relying on the extra leverage which even flabby muscles can obtain. from a big frame. The twelve-inch pillar of oak groaned at the opposite end, where it was gouged into a wall. Veins were cluster- ing like wormcasts at Binder’s temples. “I can’t—-——” he croaked. “Shut up and lift!” Sam commanded before Binder began to relax. “‘Lift!”’ The beam had landed squarely across Gibb’s chest. As Max responded to Sam’s bidding, it rose reluctantly, yet surely. Sam started to slide the chauffeur out. Then the beam, loth to lose its victim, rolled in Binder’s grasp and brought a corner of itself sharply down on Sam’s hand, the one that was then between the beam and the trapped man. The agony deprived Sam of the power of speech. He sent Max a searing glance that would have stirred a corpse 136 comicloooks.comn