10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 88: what you’re looking at

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Valetti pulled a fool-proof steal—with a prison-proof plan. LD BAUDET had the dia- () monds! It was late afternoon when Slick Valetti got the tip, but he was ready enough. Slick was no punk stick-up who blundered upon his prey by catch-as-catch-can meth- ods. He was a big-shot crook who used his head. He had chased this job for months; checking every habit and vagary of the old jeweler; tailing him from home to office, and even bribing his confidential clerk. Now he pre- ‘ pared to pull the supreme heist of his career—ninety grand in pure, blue- white sparklers! Zowie! What a sweet haul for Slick and what a lump in the craw for his ancient enemy, Police Inspector Hale. 86 That glorified copper would storm and bluster and rub his blue nose to throbbing purple. He would set a flock of dicks on Slick’s trail and drag him in for questioning. Well, let him. Slick was ready. He had an airtight alibi. For months now, the feud had raged between Police Inspector Hale and Slick Valetti. When Slick beat the rap for the Central Bank heist, the inspector had stopped him, outside the court room, to shake a blunt fore- finger beneath his nose. “Listen, punk,” roared the officer, his blue eyes taking scathing inven- tory of the other’s flashy person, in its green suit and fawn colored spats, CoTmmMicloooks Gc (C@