Transcribe
Translate
Fantasite, v. 1, issue 1, November 1940
Page 10
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
THE FANTASITE 10 INTRIGUE ON A SPACE LINER OR, FEEL MY MUSCLE, FRIEND by Alan P.Roberts (A tale in the R-y C-mm-ngs manner.) _________ ________ Some sixth sense warned me of evil as I strode up the ship's gangplank with Loa. (Poor beautiful, blind Loa! She cannot see, and in addition she is dumb and a little hard of hearing, but nevertheless there is something about her sweet,elfin nature that makes it difficult not to love her.) As we entered the saloon she spat out her wad of chewing gum on my coat, and having thus gained my attention swiftly threw me a message with flying fingers . It said, "That man over there is looking at me." I slapped his face. As we left the saloon a man turned around. I tramped on his toes. When we walked into the dining room someone coughed. I spat in his eye. "Loa," I yelled into her eartrumpet that night, "There is dirty work afoot." That night I put new caps in my Godsmmiter and filled my Vorter pistol to the brim. ************ Three days later the Captain called me aside for a private talk. We crawled under a lifeboat. "Strongheart," he whispered, laying his weapons on the ground near to hand, "there is dirty work afoot." "You're right," I said, misunderstanding. "Will you please take it out?" "What?" He asked. "The dirk," I explained. Hastily apologising, he took the dirk out of my foot and explained that the light was bad and conditions were cramped under the lifeboat. He repeated his statement. I nodded. "Have you any definite facts to go on?" I asked. "No, only suspicions," he replied. "Two days ago the mate was poisoned with 20th Century cough mixture. Yesterday the purser was stabbed with a hatpin. Today a masked man shot me in the heart with a Goddsmmiter and I am afraid the wound is fatal. After consideration of these facts I can only conclude that there is foul play somewhere. I suspect intrigue."
Saving...
prev
next
THE FANTASITE 10 INTRIGUE ON A SPACE LINER OR, FEEL MY MUSCLE, FRIEND by Alan P.Roberts (A tale in the R-y C-mm-ngs manner.) _________ ________ Some sixth sense warned me of evil as I strode up the ship's gangplank with Loa. (Poor beautiful, blind Loa! She cannot see, and in addition she is dumb and a little hard of hearing, but nevertheless there is something about her sweet,elfin nature that makes it difficult not to love her.) As we entered the saloon she spat out her wad of chewing gum on my coat, and having thus gained my attention swiftly threw me a message with flying fingers . It said, "That man over there is looking at me." I slapped his face. As we left the saloon a man turned around. I tramped on his toes. When we walked into the dining room someone coughed. I spat in his eye. "Loa," I yelled into her eartrumpet that night, "There is dirty work afoot." That night I put new caps in my Godsmmiter and filled my Vorter pistol to the brim. ************ Three days later the Captain called me aside for a private talk. We crawled under a lifeboat. "Strongheart," he whispered, laying his weapons on the ground near to hand, "there is dirty work afoot." "You're right," I said, misunderstanding. "Will you please take it out?" "What?" He asked. "The dirk," I explained. Hastily apologising, he took the dirk out of my foot and explained that the light was bad and conditions were cramped under the lifeboat. He repeated his statement. I nodded. "Have you any definite facts to go on?" I asked. "No, only suspicions," he replied. "Two days ago the mate was poisoned with 20th Century cough mixture. Yesterday the purser was stabbed with a hatpin. Today a masked man shot me in the heart with a Goddsmmiter and I am afraid the wound is fatal. After consideration of these facts I can only conclude that there is foul play somewhere. I suspect intrigue."
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar
