5 Detective Novels Magazine Cover — page 87: what you’re looking at

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WINGS OF THE DARK ANGEL Mead went over to a mahogany table, took a cigarette from a box, a match from an ivory lion’s mouth, and lighted up. “T wouldn’t advise you to do it that fast,” he suggested. “What’s the matter 2?” snapped. “You in on this?” Mead shrugged his big shoulders. “It’s not a bad suggestion,” he admitted. “T could use a fourth cut to fly these monkeys toward Central America and save my neck at the same time. Because Horton 87 to play wet nurse to tough little boys. Come along, baby.” Joe looked at Burke dubiously, then back to Choo-Choo. “I don’t know. You might get ideas. We might not get the radio fixed, and that would be very bad.” “He'll get back in one piece. Come, baby.” They moved down the long carpeting past a huge curving stairway, that led to the rooms on the upper floor, and went through the hallway and out onto the porch. The stars were out. The soles N ST. PAUL, MINN., the law definitely believes in meting out punishment to fit the crime. A truck driver, eaught tossing rubbish about a street, was sentenced to spend 5 days, tossing garbage—to pigs on a pig farm! IN DETROIT, A THIEF accosted a woman shopper on the street one almost below-zero night, and demanded money. Instead of cash, however, she let him have a carton of milk—right over the noggin. The carton broke, and the milk, which streamed down all over his face, froze almost instantly. Frozen-face yelped and fled. IN LEWISTON, ME., a certain man should have left well enough alone. Rather than shell oat with a mere 50c fine for a traffic violation, he fought the case—and ended up paying a $100 fine, plus $16.18 in court costs! IN BELVIDERE, ILL., police recently fined a parking meter salesman, of all people, for a parking meter violation. By JOHN L. BENTON — EMBARRASSING MOMENTS=—""—= after you pay off, you and everybody else present—except three—aren’t going any place. That’s the payoff!” “Ah,” Joe said. “Your pilot’s been talk- ing. I forgot about that. My mistake.” EAD grinned and glanced at Burke. “Aren’t you the boy who doesn’t make mistakes?” Then he went to the radio with its mass of dials and buttons and lifted an end of the table upon which it rested. Stepping in behind, he sur- veyed the works with a critical eye. “Well?” Burke half snarled. “T can fix it. I’ll need some needle-nose pliers and a small screwdriver. I think we can get by without solder. They’re in a kit in my ship.” “Okay,” Joe replied. “Come along and we'll get them.” “Let me go,” Choo-Choo cut in. “I like of their shoes made sharp sounds on the paved driveway as they went down to- ward the gate and the hangar beyond. Choo-Choo was a bit off to one side— far enough to be safe from sudden at- tack—though even the darkness failed to hide the new, thoughtful look on his clean-shaven face. “What happened to Horton’s pilot and the shrinking bridegroom-to-be?” Mead asked. “That cry baby ?” Choo-Choo grunted, meaning Duval. “We locked them both in the hangar shop. That Duval is really a character. A pretty boy driving a car but a whiner when the going gets rough. Old Horton was a bit tickled when she broke their engagement right in front of us all. Said she should have known bet- ter in the first place. Said he wouldn’t mind her marrying one of the truck CoOMmiclooo S (Cl 0)