Judge — April 12, 1924 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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The Deadly Taxi With apologies to all the detectif writers) Cuaprer ONE It was midnight. A richly gowned woman stepped out from the shadows of a brownstone house and hailed a taxi. A pink and white cab coming down the avenue answered her summons and she quickly entered after mumbling an address. It was a short drive and when the chauffeur jumped down from his seat and opened the door the cab was empty! He lit a match and looked inside and grew cold with horror. Piled in a heap were seven dead men! Cuapter Two Inspector Downing of Headquarters smiled -sardonically at his companion, Doctor Carroll, the amateur criminologist. “A plain case of murder, Carroll!” And you want me to handle the Inspector?” 2 “No one but you could solve the case, Carroll! Cuapter THREE Carroll carefully went over the bodies of the seven prominent club men. None of them bore a mark of any kind! It was baffling! Carroll next examined the taxi. He noted that the meter registered . Significant! He was about to turn away when he detected in the corner a small white object. It proved to be a woman’s handkerchief and his nostrils distended with the thrill of the scent. Djer Kiss! Cuapter Four Carroll adjusted his patent odor de- tector and walked slowly up the avenue. Suddenly he detected the familiar fra- grance that he was searching for and he looked around quic! but it proved to he a grocery boy delivering some vege- tables. He renewed his search with de- termination and soon his patience was rewarded, She proved to be a beautiful girl about twenty and Carroll thrilled as their eyes met. “Pardon me,” he said, doffing his hat, “that perfume you use is one in a thou- sand. May I ask you some question: She nodded her head and they seated themselves on the nearby curb. She looked so sad he hated to question her but putting his sentiment to one side he blurted, “Where were you the night of December 23?” She stiffened perceptibly. In a shaky voice she answered, “I dined with my Unele, After dinner I took a pink and white taxi—” Carroll jumped to his feet. “Enough!” he cried, “the problem is solved! You were the woman in the pink and white taxi!” (Continued on page 24) Sue—No, I can’t go in swimming—I've just had lunch. Tom—Oh, it’s all right—you ate nothing but fish. The night Mr. Pipp was accepted he was so nervous his girl sifted right through his arms. comicbooks.com