Seventh Victim
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Seventh Victim by Robert Sheckley - The most dangerous game, said one writer, is Man. But there is another still more deadly!
Stanton Frelaine sat at his desk, trying to look as busy as an executive should at nine-thirty in the morning. It was impossible. He couldn't concentrate on the advertisement he had written the previous night, couldn't think about business. All he could do was wait until the mail came.
He had been waiting for his notification for two weeks now. The government was behind schedule, as usual.
The glass door of his office was marked Morger and Frelaine, Clothiers. It opened and E. J. Morger walked in, limping slightly from his old gunshot wound. His shoulders were bent; but at the age of seventy-three, he wasn't;t worrying too much about his posture.
"Well, Stan?" Morger asked. "What about that ad?"
