10 Story Detective, July 1942 — page 65: what you’re looking at

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

J. Lane Linklater Despite the damning evidence, Buck Mead couldn't believe d his boyhood pal committed that murder. And Mead either had to accept H. Q.’s findings or give up his job to get the real P lowdown on that suicide rendezvous. » UCK MEAD parked his car * under an umbrella tree some distance from Pedro’s shack. It was San Leona’s one police car and anyone watching would have recognized it. It was late, past eleven o'clock, and most of San Leona’s Mex- ican town was drowsing. Buck’s tall large-shouldered form moved quietly through the warmth of the Southern California night. He didn’t like this assignment, but he GORlGooo S (C(O)