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No Shield from the Dead is a work by Gordon R. Dickson and was published in the January 1953 issue of IF Worlds of Science Fiction.
Gordon R. Dickson was an American science fiction and fantasy author, born November 1, 1923, and died January 31, 2001. He especially said "Dorsai!" Famous for the series, it deals with an army of mercenaries from the future. Dixon is highlighted by many novels and short stories, and is considered one of the important figures in popular science fiction literature.

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Summary
It was a nice little party, but a bit obvious. Terri Mac saw through it before he had taken half a dozen steps into the apartment. A light flush staining his high cheek-bones. "This is ridiculous," he said.
The light chatter ceased. Cocktail glasses were set down on various handy tables and ledges; and all faces in the room turned toward a man in his late fifties who sat propped up invalid-wise on pillows in a chair in a corner of the room.