10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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

Homicide Legacy By Kenneth McNary Private Detective Clark had | been sent a key—a fatal key i q that would unlock the gates to } hell. Ae) FIG LH! VRaTEL POTEET RT PAN er x CHIN Reet Af NS Eh ea teelnt LAN CLARK’S brows drew together in a puzzled frown. He read the note again. If the finder will deliver the enclosed key to Detective Alan Clark, personally, in his office at 103 Dover Street, he will receive a liberal cash reward. The script was a hastily penciled scrawl done with a woman’s bright red lipstick on plain brown wrapping WE y ay é; LOG Sotj+ paper. Obviously it was under great stress. y; we ’ , YW Ne y 5 /j i a ff i yA 1 ‘ Sa executed The private detective cast a specu- lative eye on the small, grinning urchin who had brought him the note. “Where did you get this, sonny?” he asked, and waved a dollar bill. The boy smiled as his shining eyes followed the money. “I picked it up on Christopher Street in front of the 98 com (E 0)(0\6) S (E@