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I looked around the booth. They were all grinning a little. So the story of how Hest had outfoxed me had spread, and they could enjoy that part of it. I didnt blame them. But I could tell they didn’t sense there was anything more to it than that. They told me where to locate Miriam Wellman’s cottage, and added as I started to leave, You need any help, Jim, you know where to look. Part of it was to say that in a showdown against the Earthers they were on my side, but most of it was a bid to get in on a little fun, break the monotony. "Why? Ans making coffee." HENRY SLESAR:Prisoner in Orbit, Amz, Apr. "Parent Teachers Apparatus, of course. Colloquial English is one of the six Earthian languages required here, you know. Dont be abashed. Hes a fine person, and he enjoys doing things for strangers. He'll be glad to make you a PTA." How handsome? Sabina asked. When it first began, Dr. Stephen Olies curious gift appeared in the manner of most true miracles, insidiously and without fanfare. At first Dr. Olie wasn’t certain thatanything out of the ordinary had happened. Later, when it became obvious that something more than his own native skill as a physician was at work, he refused to accept the idea of a miracle and resisted for weeks the temptation to analyze his gift scientifically. In those rare cases when medical miracles do happen (as indeed they do), few doctors are foolish enough to inquire into them too closely, and fewer still expect them to occur again. But in Dr. Olie’s case, things were disturbingly different. I should have quit when my cup was full, Paul said, after Id had my laugh. But oh, no. I had to keep pouring and mess up the works—I wasn’t thinking about anything but wiping that sneer off his face. Those reports you think are so intelligent,’ I said, ‘were done by a goonie.’ Then I said, real loud because the whole office was dead silent, ‘How does it feel to know that a goonie can do this work as well as your own suck-up goons—as well as you could, probably, and maybe better?’ I remember later, staggering under the mercury street lamp, the world-wind slapping my face, stars swarming back and forth below me, gravel sliding under my boots, the toes inches over the Edge. The gravel clicked down the metal siding, the sound terribly clear as I reeled in the loud wind, shaking my arm against the night. Weve made a terrible mistake. We— The sounds faded in and out on Purnie’s ears as the creature turned slowly and called in different directions. He watched the animal walk over to the pile of scattered logs and peer around and under them. And LeGrande? There are two selections full of good honest hard-science stuff. The biochemical one is a sort of bible story, and the astrophysical one is about an astral pataphysician. And there are a couple of planet-type stories by Leiber and Clarke—two solid science-fiction names if ever there were—about life (or death) on (or in or around) the moon. The silence was shattered by a pounding on the office door, and a white-faced and furious Dr. Bronson burst in upon him. ----------,The Martyr,F&SF, Mar. And the man who had spent the night in Pauline Duprees stateroom on theCaptain Weber and sent her the message at the Yosemite Hotel yesterday afternoon. There was no mistaking the short, stubby arms, small head, powerful torso, and rough-hewn features. Sabinas luck here was no better than it had been at the Solidarity Party’s suite. The yellow-haired wench informed her that she was oh, so sorry, but Mr. Egan was not expected until early afternoon; would she like to speak to Mr. Bradford instead? Sabina briefly considered the suggestion, decided it would serve no good purpose, and declined. She also considered asking for an envelope and pen and ink, writing Amity Wellman’s name on the back of one of her business cards and sealing the card into the envelope withMr. Fenton Egan, Private written on the front. She decided against this, too. It would be best not to give Amity’s former lover any advance warning of her profession or her purpose. —Its so much easier going down. by Jack Sharkey Finally only her feet were sticking out from under the bed and they thrashed and waved and didnt go anywhere, so I got down on the floor and put my feet against hers and braced myself against the dresser and pushed. And pushed and pushed. Suddenly there was a going, a finishing, and my feet dropped to the floor. Like... like what?.
