Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 140: what you’re looking at

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THE CREEP suggested. “I know your opinion of me, Sam, but after all, we’re in the same mess, and if I can give you any information—— Well, for a start, I’m sure my crowd would have warned me if they were going to use atomics.”’ “Don’t kid yourself, Harry. You and your kind are not that important.” Harry trailed a finger across the dusty counter. Hesitantly, he said: “I gave them a lot of useful bits of information. That entitled me to a fair chance to protect myself.” “You gave them only as much information as our side let you learn.” Horror claimed Harry’s face as he digested this. He didn’t hear Max Binder when he ambled over and asked for brandy, and Max was compelled to go behind the bar to serve himself. It took several drinks to stop his teeth chattering. “Is there any other way out of here?” Sam asked Harry. “‘Apart from the front door, I mean.”’ Harry started to speak, 139 looked at the debris blocking the side entry and was left with his mouth hanging loose. “What good would it do?” said the girl. ““At least we have some protection in here with the lead on the walls. But outside——!” Sam’s drink was getting warm in his hand. He swal- lowed it. “I’m going to try to get that side door cleared. There’s a hospital not too far from here. If it’s still standing, maybe the doctors could do something for Gibb.” Max and Harry exchanged looks, and a pact was born in their glance. Harry was spokesman of the union. ““You’re not touching a thing while we’re here, Garnet.”’ ‘Gibb must get his chance.” The barman and Max came round the bar. Sam reminded them: “I’ve got the gun,” and they kept a respectful six feet away from him. The position was deadlock. Sam wondered how he could shift the furniture and stuff from the doorway and keep the gun on Max and Harry at the same time. He was consider- ing asking the girl to hold the comiclbooks.com