10 Story Detective, July 1942 — page 43: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Young Don hadn’t been in the big city twenty-four hours before he stumbled into a murder, became a rich man—and fell in love. But it was the love angle that made hima homicide suspect. For he offered himself as a sacrifice on the altar of chivalry. That’s why I came to the city. I was unpacking my bag at the old Y, and there on top of my shirts was Uncle Henry’s letter. Dear Donald: You write that you need twelve hundred dollars. Isn’t that a lot of money for a farmer? If you’ve been gambling you'll just have to make the best of it by yourself. The farm always was self-sustaining, Besides, I be- 41 hieve it builds character for a young man to weather his own financial storms. \ UNCLE HENRY Gambling? Gosh! Uncle Henry had me all wrong. I didn’t even know one card from another, And what with all the chores to do I didn’t even have time to get to town very often. Even so the farm could have stood a bad season but for the mortgage. IGooo COI S (C(O) =