Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 71 — page 142: what you’re looking at

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- YOU DO TAKE IT WITH YOU popular feature with most murderers, since they prefer to remain alive, I’m sure it wouldn’t be very easy to put anything over on several lynx- eyed spacemen in_ confined -quarters with nothing much else to do but watch each other.”’ *“No tales of violence? All _ Sweetness and starlight?” asked George quizzically. Graves poured himself some coffee, sugared and creamed it, and stirred it thoughtfully. He gave George a puzzled look from his kind, watery eye. ““Well, there was some doubt over the Z.M.6 affair,” he admitted. “But I always thought that was very much on the hushed- up, secret file, forgotten if ever known...” “‘Never heard of it,” in- _ terrupted George honestly. “I was only pulling your leg. I guessed that in over fifty years you must have been in, or heard of, some odd affairs, bearing in mind the unrelia- bility of the human heart we were discussing a moment back.” -**You may have struck the jackpot at that.’ Graves’ face it!” clouded. “It was—odd—and certainly more interesting than Weitzen’s effort.” “You mean there actually was a murder in space?” asked George hopefully. “Well, it wasn’t proved. It was neat, though. Very pear George rubbed his hands together. “I knew it! I knew he exclaimed. ‘“‘Come, tell us the gory details. I always thought fifty years of | extra-terrestrial travel without a murder a bit too much to swallow.” “Here, hold on, George,” I .remonstrated. “You can’t ask Graves to break any confidences,” “Oh, rubbish! I expect it’s donkey’s years ago. And he can suppress all vital data and call ’em Tom, Dick - and Harry.” Graves blinked mildly. “A fine pseudonym. There were only three men involved.” **See!”” said George to me triumphantly. “And as for vital informa- tion,” continued Graves slowly, “I don’t suppose much exists now. The story concerns 141 conmiclsooks.conm