10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Merchant of Vengeance By Glenn Low : Dynamic Detective Novelet ' CHAPTER I kitchen filling the cooky jar or baking pies for the Sunday com- pany. Her faded print dress and tie- around apron were strictly out of place there on the midnight street. She was the motherly housewifey type. Tommy Slawter, private investigator, instant- ly liked her round, dimpled face with its wide-set blue eyes. It was not until she elutched his arm that he saw the fear, the awful dread buried in that nice face, sheeted in those honest eyes, “I know you,” she said. There was ynufiled desperation in her voice. ““You’re the detective, Mr. Tommy Slawter.” He nodded. “That’s right, ’m Tommy S HE should have been busy in the Slawter. But I’m catehing this bus home. I got no time—” The bus started to move. Everybody else had got on. In a second the driver would close the doors, She clung to him, reluctant to let him go, “Please. Please don’t let him kill my boy!” “Sorry,” he said, breaking her hold on his arm. He was swinging into the bus when she said: “The man in there, You'll know him. Please stop him. Please—” — “What’s eating the old lady?” the driver asked as Slawter paid his fare. “Wacky maybe?” “Don’t know,” Slawter said. “Queer one, though.” It was then he really be- came aware of the rolled page of news- CON) (-) DOOKS