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... +) fa Liaise — _— \ ee 4 WAR By Stanley King N THE howling blackness of the | gale-swept beach the faint cry sounded eerie, ghostlike. Dave Phelps held his lantern high and tried to peer through black sheets of rain. 86 Phantom Hideout © PYAMES A.LKNG TO 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 waii of a woman. Was it only his imagina« tion, a trick of the screaming wind? (EC) 0)(0\6) AMC S (E@)