Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 71 of 84
10-Story Detective Magazine, April 1946 — page 71: what you’re looking at
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# Page 69: "Murder in Miniature" - Story Prose with Illustration This page contains printed story text with an accompanying illustration at the top. The illustration shows three men in suits appearing to confront or restrain another man in what seems to be a tense confrontation scene. The visible prose describes police officers pursuing suspects through city streets. Officer Blair, Duffy, Nelson, and Gerry pursue a green car after encountering a body and hearing gunshots. The narrative follows their chase through traffic and their eventual arrival at a doll shop on Greenwich Avenue, where they discover a woman (apparently named Clayra) sewing at a table inside. The passage appears to be from a hardboiled detective or crime story.
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“> 4 *% a=, "0 Sf sora Pa «s¢ ; ’ as ENS. UY fees wet ies , 3, . j\ A lock, kicked the door open, and gingerly peered around the framework into dark- nes, “Come on out afore I blast y’ out!” But no answer, He ventured alone inside, found the light. The body was there. They’d tried to hide it, but too hastily. Then Officer Blair raced up the stair, his gun preceding him as if dragging him pell-mell after it. And the frantic thrum, thrum of a motor starting down in the street. “1 told you to stick by their car!” Duffy roared to Blair. “Now they’re get- tin’ away!” He pushed Blair, Nelson, and Gerry to one side and rushed down the steps. Blair, following him in as much of a hurry, beckoned Nelson and Gerry, “I heard shootin’, I had to come,” he panted, though Duffy couldn’t hear him. When they reached the walk, the green car had turned the corner. A few passers- by were frozen along the walk, staring. Duffy popped into the squad car, and Blair pushed Nelson and Gerry in after him, They started with such a rush that the door didn’t slam until they were al- most into the next street. The green car didn’t bother any more about red lights than the squad car. It zigzagged through the westbound traffic, did a neat turn uptown at Broad- way, and forced one ear to sideswipe an- other in self-defense, which caused a traffic jam. By the time the squad car had by-passed the tangle of vehicles, the green car was out of sight but good, “I don’t believe they’re going uptown at all,” Gerry said. “That Miss Jacques said they’d go to Mr. Clayfus’s, didn’t she? They want to learn where [I live, so they can get at you, Nelson! I’m sure they’ll swerve around and go to the doll shop.” “And where’s this doll.shop?” Blair asked. “Down on Greenwich Avenue, between Sixth and Seventh,” Nelson said, And so —presently—they found themselves at the Clayfus establishment. “Why, the light’s still burning,” Gerr exclaimed, as they walked up to the front door, She nodded at a crack of light be- tween the velvet curtains. “Open the door,” Duffy murmured. Blair was watching the street, Gerry made use of her key. They filed in, Duffy leading, his gun in readiness, but it was. only old Clayfus who was in the back room. BES WAS sitting at a long table, sewing a brocaded skirt to a little medieyal doH, Around him and beside bim were COMmMichoo S C@© im