10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 79: what you’re looking at

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

Murder Ice : It was real ice, melting coldly away in that grim room of death. But that ice was hot—hot enough to fry Brockton in the electric chair. | «By S. J. Bailey HE thundering assault on Brockton’s door sent cold fin- gers of fear clutching at his already thumping heart. He knew instinctively that it was Mrs. For- man, his landlady, and his occupation at the moment was such that he could not afford to be discovered. He was standing in the middle of his room, watch in hand, measuring with chro- noscopic exactitude the melting time of one lone ice cube, lately from the 7% freezing tray of Mrs. Forman’s re- frigerator. To have the old hawk-nose enter now and find the chair up on the trunk and the books up on the chair, would not be'so bad. But to have her discover the odd position of the ice cube he had stolen would be disas- trous. He would then be unable to use the ¢lever stunt he had devised for providing himself with a perfect alibi when he killed John Pendleton. com boo