Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 72 — page 140: what you’re looking at

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REPLY DEFERRED “*T’ve called the Fire Dept.,” she called. ‘““They’ll be right over.’ Then, noticing the set expressions on the faces of the two men. “What is it, Ches- ter? You touched it?” “Well, no. Not exactly. Pitched a hammer at it. Just vanished in smoke.” Schultz spoke over his shoulder, his gaze still rivetted on the grey, enigmatic sphere. ““Come inside,”’ called his wife. “‘No, move the car round the front. You’re in the way there.” Sommers helped him. “‘Loise was always practical,” he ob- served when they were out of sight of the garage. Schultz nodded absently and headed into the house. “What do you think we should do?’ Schultz asked, when they were safely in the kitchen overlooking the yard. “Nothing,” snapped Loise. “Let the Fire Department handle it. They know how. Listen, they are here now.” A howling of sirens grew and erupted into the drive. A huge engine and a motor- cycle patrolman swung to a stop in the yard. The fire chief hitched his trousers and sauntered over to the house, having taken a quick and experienced glance around. ‘“Where is the fire, lady?” “Not a fire—a thing. In the garage,’ called Loise through the window. ““A what?’ The fire chief looked puzzled and not a little truculent. ““Lady, we’re the Fire Department, not the Garbage Collectors. If we’ve come on a wild-goose enase 15." The patrolman interrupted him. “Mr. Schultz, your wife reported a dangerous object in your garage.. Care to show me; “Chester, don’t go near it. I’ve warned you.” His wife was becoming frightened again. Her imagination and intuition doing strange things to her larynx. It did not stop Schultz going out, although he felt strongly in favour of staying away from that thing. It was with measurable relief that he noticed Sommers following him. 139 conniicloooks.com