Detective Fiction Weekly. Vol. 118, No. 6, April 16, 1938
- Автор: Трит Лоуренс, Вулрич Корнелл
- Год: 1938
- Язык: английский
- Год: The Red Star News Company
- Жанр: Другие детективы
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In the narrow opening between door and hinge a black muzzle slid upward. Flannagan compressed his lips and fired twice through the slit. There was a groan, the thud of a body toppling, the shattering sound of glass. Flannagan sprang forward to the door and peered cautiously around it.
Lamport was lying on the rug, his automatic a few feet from him. Near the door lay the broken vase which he had used as a decoy in the hope of drawing Flannagan’s attention.
Seely spoke shakily. “He’s dead?” he asked. Then he saw Lamport move. “Ambulance — police!” he babbled.
Flannagan walked over to the phone and dialed a number. “Hello, Miss Dean? Flannagan speaking. Get that publicity material about the Smyrna sheriff coming out for science and send it right out. All the papers. And one other thing — call the police and an ambulance to Seely’s house. I’d do it for myself except that I want a drink first. Not for me, stupid — for Seely. Imagine a big guy like that fainting, just from a little excitement.”
Murder Wholesale[1]
by Dale Clark
Fragile! Use No Hooks!—
And be careful how you handle this case of homicide, for it may explode in your face
What Has Happened—
Employed by a private detective agency, Stanley James Baxter is making good money until he meets Selma Elmore, debutante. He studies law nights and in a few years is admitted to the Bar. As a young lawyer his social standing is much improved but he is rapidly going broke for lack of clients when he has a peculiar caller, Joseph Callum.
Callum, it appears, is a racketeer in that he makes a practice of buying a small amount of stock in some corporation, acquiring legal rights as a minority stockholder, and then threatening a lawsuit. It is a form of legal blackmail, or at least so says Judge Horace Elmore, Selma’s father, who is attorney for the Randt Camera Company and to whom Baxter goes after talking with Callum. Elmore advises young Baxter to drop the case.
“I’ll think it over,” says Baxter.
Selma, he learns, is about to be married to John Harne, general manager of the Randt company.
Baxter goes to Callum’s home to investigate further. He finds Callum shot to death in the doorway — and in the house is Selma Elmore. She was there, she says, as a guest of Lois Callum, niece of the murdered man. The two girls tell conflicting stories. Some mysterious caller is supposed to have killed Callum.
Callum had mistreated his niece, and she, as Suspect Number One, is jailed. Stan Baxter becomes her attorney at the urging of Selma Elmore. Later he returns to the Callum home. In a dark hallway he is attacked by a mysterious assailant, and recovers consciousness to find that he had interrupted safebreakers.
The trail leads him to the home of Julius Randt, and there he find that Randt also has been murdered. On the scene are Harne and Judge Elmore, both of whom deny complicity. Elmore says that Randt’s bitterest enemy is Frank Kendall, rival camera manufacturer.
At Kendall’s home Baxter gets an intimation that Lois Callum might be Kendall’s daughter, and that Kendall is not aware of the fact because his wife had left him before the child was born. But Kendall admits having been a party to the Callum housebreaking.
In an argument, Baxter shoots a finger off Kendall’s ex-con servant, Wolan.
“I’ll kill you for this!” says Wolan.
Chapter XI
Second Warning
Stan stopped off at his office on Bay Street. A light glowed behind the frosted glass door of the dentist’s office across the hall. As he fumbled with his keys, that door opened.
“Mr. Baxter!”
He turned to see Miss Delevan. Her face, under its vivid mop of red hair, looked queerly pale. She held out a ragged bit of brown paper. Her voice sounded shaky:
“I found this under your door a little while ago.”
“Come in — let’s see it.” Stan threw open his office and snapped on the light. He took the brown paper. It looked identical to the one he had found in the same place that morning. This time the crudely penciled message ran:
SECOND NOTIS LAY OFF OR YOUL BE NEXT