Pulp Fiction, 1942 · page 9 of 116
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In that quiet peaceful town, a murder threat by an unseen hand suddenly promised wholesaie destruction. And when @ Detective Jim Stuart tried to put the cuffs on the mysterious | evildoer, he found that headquarters didn’t make irons that | could shackle an invisible scourge. Just as he raised the club, the detective pulled a gun. Perhaps two. I’m repeating myself, but I must make you see reason. There are going to be murders!” “Who,” Stuart asked gently, ‘“‘is going to murder who?” “I don’t know. There were six of q CO OR” us. Now only five. Go up there. Don’t delay. I’d go, but they’d probably kill me first and I’ve had enough.” Stuart was still skeptical, although the worried voice was beginning to make an impression on his doubts. GORlGooo S (CO im