10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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

Bullets on Blue Monday Mystery Novelette CHAPTER I Kenna put on his hat. It had K NOCKING out his pipe, Mc- been hard to wait, but he had a feeling that no businessman liked to be bothered too early, especially on Monday. Besides, the only time he had seen Tiere, the man had not looked like an early riser. Unused to the city, McKenna made certain his big leather suitcase was locked. Then he left his hotel room, and was out in the street a minute later. After he took another look at the envelope with Tiere’s address in By Harold Francis Sorensen the corner, he walked along, watching the street signs. It was a cold, bright morning, with the sun shining. Directly overhead the sky was clear blue, though a bank of dark clouds was well above the hori- zon. McKenna was nervous. A big, sparely built man, he was dressed in a simple blue serge suit. Other people were wearing overcoats, but he felt no need for one: All his thirty-three years, he’d been on the farm. The last thirteen years, since his parents had died, he had been alone. No, he COMmicloo S CO