Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, December 1956 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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

enough snow to hamper driving, but the roads between my place and Williamson’s were rugged and I still hadn’t gotten over babying my new Buick. Sim was waiting for me_in the Williamson yard when’I drove up. His Model-A was parked. near the house, next to a battered:logking, dusty 1946 Chevy. I, parked. and he climbed in beside me. -Hejs a compact man_ of’ sixty. As ‘hand; some head, of. white hair «sets, off his craggy face, .and when." he greeted nie I ‘could see that he was wearing his gleeming teeth. We sat in the jeep and, smokedwhile he filled me in on the details. by J. W.,Aaron DEATH OF A TRAMP ~ a LS , » , - \ ' . . o 4 4 ‘ re yor * . << | t ; . Ye ~ ww (E)