Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 19, 1924 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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

By LESLIE RAMON A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS ISSUE A SUSPECTED HOUSE, = MELLS good, May.” Bill Murray S came into the warm, comfortable / kitchen and sat down at the table. ** And,” be added when his sister placed a thick, browned steak in front of him, “ it looks good.” 3 “Get on with it, and don’t talk so much,” said May, with a smile of pleasure at her big, cheerfully grinning brother. Bill cut himself a good sized, a man sized piece of steak, and after the first bite gave another two words of approval. “'Pastes good,” he mumbled. Following that, there was a long silence. Bill had just come off duty. He was hun- ery, and—well, a man can think, but he can’t do much talking while his mouth is employed with broiled sirloin steak, creamed mashed potatoes, two portions of pineapple pie, and three cups of coffee. ‘‘ A-ah!” Thus did Bill exclaim when he had finished his supper. ‘‘ Now I feel bet- ter. There’s nothing like home cooking for making a fellow feel fine.” “Feeling fine enough to take me to the show to-night?” asked May. Bill shook his head. ‘“ Like to,” he said, “but I’ve something else dated up. Honest, May, I’d take you if I could. How about Nick? Where is he anyhow? I haven't seen him for days. He’s the one to take you to the pictures. You two had a fight?” “‘ Of course not. Nick’s all right, but he’s like you. Worse if anything. Never knows when to stop working. Can’t get him to give a minute away from that invention of his.” ‘* What is it?” “T don’t know, He won’t tell me, That 499 comircbook