Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 138: what you’re looking at

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THE CREEP intoaction. And, miraculously, Binder did the impossible. With the shifting of the beam his grip was now all wrong. One arm was bent more than the other. Max slid his left knee further forward until it pressed beneath his lower- most hand. He sucked in an enormous gulp of air, threw all his power into a mighty, combined thrust of knee and hand, and for a split second had the beam in their support alone while the upper hand released its awkward hold and whipped down to help the other. Still on the same breath, he heaved again and there was space between the beam and Sam’s hand. Sam forsook gentleness for speed and rolled Gibb clear. He looked up in time to see Binder actually throw the beam aside. For a moment, he thought with new respect, Max had really been a giant. He pulled back Gibb’s coat and unbuttoned the shirt. He was wincing at the sight of the broken body when a hand brushed him aside. “Me first,” said Max. He was sobbing with exhaustion. Sam was astounded. The 137 apparent change of heart was beyond credibility. But when he saw what Binder was doing, his stomach knotted with revulsion and he realised what he should have known all along—that men seldom step out of character. Binder was not attempting to help his chauffeur. He was rifling the fellow’s pockets. ~ ‘**What the hell?’’ Sam said, and chopped the edge of his hand brutally on Max Binder’s exposed neck. The jab made Max roll aside, but he didn’t lose his hold of Gibb’s coat. ‘“My disc!”’ he said. ““Gibb always carries my disc for me. Let me get it, Garnet. Just let me get it. The Creep- meter’s broken. How do we know what the radiation is like now? Let me get my disc indicator.” Wise as he was to Max's lack of fibre, even Sam was taken aback. “‘D’you mean to say you only helped so that you could get at your Creepdisc? Why, you cheap, miserable gutter-rat.’”’ He placed a leather sole on Max’s upturned face and pushed. Not too tenderly. comicloooks.conm