10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 23: what you’re looking at

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

lines declared NEILL ESCAPES COURTROOM WHEN SED- TENCED, the man who now was Jack Webster had huddled in bleak holes, shuddering with the biting cold and the agony of starvation. The memory was delirium in the mind of the Dis- trict Attorney of King’s County. Once safe beyond the boundaries of the state, once the furor had passed and a changed name had enabled Jack Webster to find a job, he had deter- mined to make himself expert in the vagaries of the law which had con- demned him while innocent. He had followed an unconquerable determina- tion to make the word “law” mean “justice.” Not the slightest clue had ever come to light to point to the identity of the man who had actually fired the shot that had brought conviction for murder upon Thomas Neill. There was no hope that the truth would ever be learned. The years had formed a baf- fling maze that could not be penetrat- ed to the real killer. Perhaps by now death had sealed the lips of the guilty man against confession. It was a scar of which Jack Webster could never rid himself, Yet the years had not removed the danger that Jack Webster’s real iden- tity might become known. The charge ee eS eS ees at eet ee eee ie ie en eon are” cane ae ~ =e a SS. atl = a me a, I BULLDOG OF JUSTICE—————_____ 3] of murder still held against Thomas Neill and time could never outlaw it. A life sentence still awaited him; and if the truth were learned, Jack Web- ster must serve it. If the secret of the District Attorney of King’s County were ever revealed, Jack Webster would become Thomas Neill, convicted murderer, He had exerted all the keenness of his mind upon the bonds that connect- ed him with that dread past; he had severed them one by one; but the pos- sibility that one might remain haunted him. In some way he could not dream now, the past might rise at any mo- ment to damn him; he could ask no one to share it with him—least of all, the girl he loved, And Mae Gary had asked. can’t you marry me, Jack?” “Mae, Mae! he blurted. “In all the world there’s nothing I want more— but I can’t! I can’t!” He shouldered from the car, blind- ed with anguish, and strode stiffly to the front of his dark house. He fum- bled with the key, stepped into deeper gloom, and stood shocked with despair, heart pounding. He did not move un- til he heard the car move away; until the girl he loved had gone. Suddenly a wild impulse seized him, to rush after her, to tell her, to dare to ask co yp IMPROVED EX-LAX ps rz TS BETTER THAN EVER | Always dependable in action, Ex-Lax is now even re thorough It empties the | bowels —in Headaches, rs gr loss of ma pe listlessness and that “ ‘feeling are o eo such og one or two oe ae © relief and oe You feel like an wgg Be ee different person! roughly—mbdre smoothly ime than before, Try it! Regardless of yéur experience with other laxatives, you owe it to yourself to _— the new Scientifically ee Ex- a fair trial, At all druggists’ in 10c and 25c sizes, The box the same as always — but the contents are now better than ever? comicbooks.