Pulp Fiction, 1942 · page 31 of 116
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This page contains the continuation of a hardboiled crime story titled "Deck of Death" (visible at page header 29). The prose describes a tense confrontation between characters named Marco and Reeves, involving accusations of murder related to someone named George Pendergrast and mention of poison oak. The narrative focuses on Marco's mounting fear as Reeves reveals evidence against him. Below the story text is a full-page advertisement for Gillette razor blades, featuring illustrated figures and promotional copy emphasizing the blades' quality and value. The ad promises savings and quick, smooth shaving performance, with pricing information ("4 for 10¢") visible at the bottom.
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ee ee ee a es 9 SE he was at home between four and six. Iris Stanton, the canary who warbles for you, says she was with him for a while even after six. They were, how- ever, secretly married two days ago, and in the face of the gun evidence, the testimony of a wife may not be strong enough.” Mareco’s face remained wooden at mention of Iris’s secret marriage. He leaned back in his chair, scratched his neck, looked out from wary eyes. ‘“‘Where do I come in?” Reeves leaned forward. “Iris Stan- ton says she saw you enter Frazer’s as she was driving away in a cab. If you confirm that statement—well, it might change the picture.” Marco scratched his neck. He fidgeted in his chair. “Only place I ever saw Frazer was in my club,” he as- serted. Inwardly he smiled. The old master’s hand had not lost its cunning —even when dealing the death card. “TJ feel sorry for Iris, though,” he said, putting on a mournful countenance. Reeves stood up, his fingers brush- ———DECK OF DEATH 29 ing some crumbs on the tablecloth “You been in the country lately?’ Marco Sewell snorted. “The only time I go there will be in a box.” In two short steps Reeves towerec in front of him, peered closely. “I’r arresting you, Marco, for the murde1 of George Pendegrast.” Marco was on his feet, white-faced aware that the gambler’s mask was dissolving from his features. ‘Wh. what—” he forced out. “Poison oak,’? Reeves said. ‘“The medical examiner found it on Pende grast’s hands and neck. You can’ catch it in the city, but if you merely shook hands with a guy who has only a drop of it on— And the way you’ve been itching and scratching, Marco, a1 examination—” Marco Sewell felt his pat little worl begin to shatter. His wildly poppins eyes saw Reeves’ service gun loom it front of him and he heard his hear thump sickeningly. Now he knew whj Pendegrast had returned so suddenly to the city. ~ \ e These Thin Gillettes are on the beam— Give shaves that make a gal’s eyes gleam! They save you trouble, time and cash And glide through tough beard in a flash. Top Quality at jet angles: By The Maker Of Produced The Famous Gillette Blue Blade Qa a oniéy!- Get The Big New Economy Package, 12 For 27¢ MIGOOo (C(O) S (C(O) nn