Pulp Fiction, 1950 · page 94 of 132
A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine, April 1950 — page 94: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1950. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
THE LIFTLe DOLL DIED BEWITCHING NOVELETTE By Theodere Roseoe ile edhe, Copyright 1940 by Popular Publications, Ino, ¢ f IE} y Ihe ; "i 4 \ , + PROLOG AND and I were the only passengers on that little Dutch steamer which tramps around the coast of Haiti. I noticed him when he came aboard at Jacmel. His name was Glennon. His shoulders were rugged, he had the complexion of a cavalry saddle and the look of a man who traveled far and light. But he had this shoe box with him, the sort of cardboard box excursionists pack lunches in. He wouldn’t let-the steward touch it, and he Charlemagne was about to at- tack with a company of life- less zombies. comicbooks.co