Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 57: what you’re looking at

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It was curious he should give a GRANT IN AID BY SYDNEY J. BOUNDS HAD MY FEET UP AND A bottle tilted to my lips when the door opened and in walked a young man. He closed the door quickly be- hind him. He was nice-looking, blond, dressed in casuals, thick-soled shoes and rope tie. ““My name is Wilson,” he said, “‘and I want to hire you.” I lowered my feet and the bottle, spilled a package of cigarettes across the desk and motioned him to the visitors’ chair. ‘Fine,’ I said. “I need a retainer of fifty bucks. Black- mail or divorce?” He placed some money on the desk and I admired the crispness and design of it. It was a hot day. I had the window open and the blind down, and traffic sounds 56 floated up to my office on the fifth floor. “IT want you to find out why a man named Lazarus is giving me money,” he said. My thoughts stopped wandering. “‘Say that again!” “Lazarus has given me fifteen thousand dollars to continue my research into psi faculties. I want to know why.” I released the blind so that it ran up and let the sunlight pour over his face. He blinked, but that was all. “In my job,” I said, “I hear some crazy things—but you look okay.” “I’m as sane as the next man,” he admitted, “but curious.” I lit a cigarette and re- garded him with steady con- centration. comiclooks.cormn