Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 64: what you’re looking at

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GRANT IN AiD drawer of his desk and pulled out a hypodermic. “This won’t hurt,” he as- sured me. “Just a little some- thing to put you to sleep.” I felt the prick and the curious pounding sensation of a liquid penetrating my veins. I felt heavy as lead and the room rippled in waves as seen through water. It got darker and darker and my last conscious thought was one of fear. I woke to utter blackness inaroom whose air was humid. I felt light-headed, relaxed. The room was small and the walls metal-hard to the touch. There didn’t seem to be a door or any windows. I hammered on part of the wall and let out a yell to indicate I was back in circula- tion. A voice spoke, a voice with an oddly mechanical accent. “T am Lazarus. You will not» be harmed, Mr. Stone, but certain precautions must be taken. You are being moved to a place of safety.” 63 ““New York suited me fine,” I assured him. **You will not see New York again.” “Kidnapping is a Federal offence. At least two people know I visited your house.” “Your disappearance will be accounted for, Mr. Stone. It is not the first time I have had to resort to such means to hide my activities.” ‘““‘What’s your game?’ I challenged. The answer never came, and after a time I tired of being ignored and started again to hammer on the walls. I kicked up a hell of a racket. Lazarus spoke: “Please stop wasting your energy.” “Then show yourself,” I demanded. After a pause, that strange voice said: “I am all about you, Mr. Stone.” I didn’t like the implication behind that, and _ snarled: “Who are you kidding? I’m out of the nursery .. .” ‘Are you? Are any of your race ?”’ “My race!” I licked ner- comiclbooks.corn