15 Story Detective, April 1950 — page 96: what you’re looking at

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

DEATH—IN THE BAG Trigger-happy Mike Jackson sot fowled up the only time he sided with the law. ‘*He jumped in the getaway car just as his partner got —* as asety =} By WALTER SNOW HERE was a crisp, frosty tang to the air when “Trigger” Mike Jack- son awoke. Instinctively he took a deep breath. It eased the dull, throbbing pain in his head, purged the sickly sweetish odor of reefers and the fumes of rotgut whiskey, Gone even was the mustiness of the fuzzy, moth-eaten blankets he had dragged out of a trunk last night. 96 Hunching up on one elbow, he stared through a fly-specked window at a gnarled apple tree outside. Momentarily, he was saddened to realize that, with three quarters of the branches dead, the yield probably had been less than a dozen knobby winesaps. No longer the firm, juicy fruit that made lips smack. Of course the tree hadn’t been pruned in five Gomichbooks (F@