Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 145: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION Billy dropped his voice; his whole body was shaking; he was aghast at this perfidy. He held out the cylindrical object. “Said you wanted proof—when he told you about us, he said for us to look out from here at our back gardens this morning. You take this telescope now and you'll see.” Sam took it. Disbelief was there still. ‘He brought this?’’ It was a fine telescope, indeed, leather covered, brass wherever brass could be, and it weighed importantly. “‘Reckon you could ha’ brought it and never told me.” ““HE BROUGHT IT!” snarled Billy. He extended the instru- ment and put it to his eye. The gardens of Little Corinth leaped to view with a flat, supermagnified clarity. He handed it to Sam. “Go on, you watch—like he said. Your back garden and mine.- I'll get breakfast.” Sam, still unwilling, settled himself down on the ledge to watch. Breakfast soon began to smell good. Tinned bacon, and beans, and coffee and bread. “You want to eat first, Sam? Go on, help yourself.” 144 Unopposed, Billy was quite calm now. He came out on to the ledge and took the tele- scope and Sam went to find his breakfast. The scrape of a fork on a plate and noisy drinking sounds were all that could be heard for a few minutes. Then Billy, without removing the telescope from his eye, said: ““Hey, your uncle Mike ain’t never been to bed. Take a look at the back porch.” Munching, Sam came and took the glass, and crammed it to his eye. Billy’s words throbbed in him; see some- body go smaller, see some- body go smaller. Magic! “Right,” he said. “I can see him lying there; done it before. Couldn’t get up the steps, I guess.” He sat for a few moments and then said: **Hey.”’ Billy, who had been eating, came up with a piece of bacon on his bread and said: “Is it startin’ ?” Sam lowered the glass for a second, but had it put back to his eye with a sharp shove. “Is what happening?” *“What Mr. Dirim said. He’s with your uncle now, ain’t he?” | Sam gave a squeal as Billy’s grip closed on his comiclooks.com