Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC. SCIENCE FICTION U.S. mail. Accordingly, I waited one morning for the collection and passed the mailman five bucks. Sure enough, Lazarus had an ad- dress out of town and I drove out. | The countryside was a pleasant shade of green, the air clean and the highway practically deserted. I passed some pretty large houses set in county-sized grounds, walled off from the casual eye. If Lazarus lived in this style, the man I was dealing with was another Rockefeller. Presently, I was all alone in the world, just me and the winding road and miles and miles of high, glass-topped _ wall. The house was set on a hill with a view commanding all approaches, and it became obvious I wasn’t going to sneak up unobserved. I reached the main gate and pulled up. There was a lodge beyond the gate, and a man came out to look me over. “Open up,” I said breezily. ““Mr. Lazarus sent for me in a hurry.” 60 He looked at me steadily, like a man memorising a face. “You want something, Bud?” he said: “Yeah, I want to see Lazarus.” “Beat it,” he said. “Skip. Take the air.”’ He returned to the lodge and left me the wrong side of a solid iron gate that might not have been opened for years. I turned the car and aaa back towards the city. I didn’t go far, just far enough to pass out of view from the house. I parked under some trees and lit a cigarette and waited for darkness. The sun set, the sky clouded, and the moon wouldn’t rise for a couple of hours. [I headed back on foot, carrying a rug from the car. When I reached the wall, I threw the rug so that it settled across the jagged glass. I took a short run and jumped. Inside the wall, I moved quietly, heading by instinct for the house on the hill. I didn’t hear anything, but a heavy body knocked me flat. commcloooks.com