10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 88: what you’re looking at

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

Coast guardsman Dave Phelps had discovered many of the sea’s strange secrets. But now he was grappling with a macabre mystery— in which crimson clues spattered the trailtoa... By Stanley King N THE howling blackness of the I gale-swept beach the faint cry sounded eerie, ghostlike. Dave Phelps held his lantern high and tried to peer through black sheets of rain. peeAMES A.LKNGT His long slicker whipped like a sail against his high-booted legs. The beach was a_ pitch-black smear. For an instant a jagged streak of lightning hung like a forked branch in the midnight sky. Then it was gone, leaving the coast guards- man’s eyes dazed and blinking. He listened for the cry again. It had sounded like the terrified wail of a woman. Was it only his imagina- tion, a trick of the screaming wind? COMmiclboo S CO