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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949

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Vera, a rawhide cowboy belt in hand, which she shipped again and again across Stanley's bare shoulders. Livid welts smeared the boy's face and a corner of his lip showed a bloody clot.
"For the love of God, Mrs. Danvers! Are you tryin' to kill the child?"
"Mind your business, you damned old hag. Get out of here!" Vera started for her with the belt, and Mrs. Stein scuttled from the room.
Vera threw the belt in a corner and hurriedly repaired her makeup. Musn't allow George to find her in this tempermental mood. Bending under the kitchen tap, Stanley laved his wounds as would an animal.
Moving her gold-edged cup, Vera chose her most colorful purse, turning at the door with a parting message: "Stanley, Mummy Vera will bring you a nice present. Something nice and special."
It would be something extra special for Stanley. Something she could slip into his tea, his special treat. Hot tea for a ten-year-old! She had been lucky, at ten, to get enough to eat.
Skipping lightly down the stairs, she hurried to the pharmacy and asked the druggist for rat-bane. With this and another treat from the candy store, she returned to the apartment.

Stanley had the silver and the dishes set upon the table -- always trying to get in her good graces. And this would be his last afternoon of simple, happy bliss -- but why did a constant shadow overhang him?
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"He's bruised." George Danvers looked peculiarly at Vera. "Someone's beat him with a strap!"
"They surely have," said Vera. "I stopped them in time. Our little Stanley took a whipping." She hypnotically shook her head at the dunce, while he played with her gold-edged cup. "Weren't they nasty boys, dear?"
He'd caught her meaning. "Boys beat Stanley, an . . . Mummy Vera bought candy."
Her heart always jumped with fear that George would learn the truth.
The phone clamored.
"Yes? George Danvers . . .No, not now . . . Oh, all right." He hung up. "They want me back -- the reaction on that new phenolizing treatment doesn't seem to be proceeding as it should."
"Must Daddy leave his sweetums?" she cooed. This would really make things convenient!
"Yes, dear. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Don't rush, sweetums. It isn't good for you. Oh, and . . . stop at the shoemakers' and see if my pumps are ready. Will you?"
"Certainly, baby." And he was gone.
Now for her big scene with Stanley. Those boys would catch the blame for this, she'd see. mummy Vera would make him happy before he took his poison. In his tea, of course, in his tea. The little ape wouldn't know what had taken him. Stanley would have been a teetotaler. Get it? Tea-totaler. He'd get a drumstick from the
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Vera, a rawhide cowboy belt in hand, which she shipped again and again across Stanley's bare shoulders. Livid welts smeared the boy's face and a corner of his lip showed a bloody clot. "For the love of God, Mrs. Danvers! Are you tryin' to kill the child?" "Mind your business, you damned old hag. Get out of here!" Vera started for her with the belt, and Mrs. Stein scuttled from the room. Vera threw the belt in a corner and hurriedly repaired her makeup. Musn't allow George to find her in this tempermental mood. Bending under the kitchen tap, Stanley laved his wounds as would an animal. Moving her gold-edged cup, Vera chose her most colorful purse, turning at the door with a parting message: "Stanley, Mummy Vera will bring you a nice present. Something nice and special." It would be something extra special for Stanley. Something she could slip into his tea, his special treat. Hot tea for a ten-year-old! She had been lucky, at ten, to get enough to eat. Skipping lightly down the stairs, she hurried to the pharmacy and asked the druggist for rat-bane. With this and another treat from the candy store, she returned to the apartment. Stanley had the silver and the dishes set upon the table -- always trying to get in her good graces. And this would be his last afternoon of simple, happy bliss -- but why did a constant shadow overhang him? * * * "He's bruised." George Danvers looked peculiarly at Vera. "Someone's beat him with a strap!" "They surely have," said Vera. "I stopped them in time. Our little Stanley took a whipping." She hypnotically shook her head at the dunce, while he played with her gold-edged cup. "Weren't they nasty boys, dear?" He'd caught her meaning. "Boys beat Stanley, an . . . Mummy Vera bought candy." Her heart always jumped with fear that George would learn the truth. The phone clamored. "Yes? George Danvers . . .No, not now . . . Oh, all right." He hung up. "They want me back -- the reaction on that new phenolizing treatment doesn't seem to be proceeding as it should." "Must Daddy leave his sweetums?" she cooed. This would really make things convenient! "Yes, dear. I'll be back as soon as I can." "Don't rush, sweetums. It isn't good for you. Oh, and . . . stop at the shoemakers' and see if my pumps are ready. Will you?" "Certainly, baby." And he was gone. Now for her big scene with Stanley. Those boys would catch the blame for this, she'd see. mummy Vera would make him happy before he took his poison. In his tea, of course, in his tea. The little ape wouldn't know what had taken him. Stanley would have been a teetotaler. Get it? Tea-totaler. He'd get a drumstick from the (9)