10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 74: what you’re looking at

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72 over. I’ve got that kid and girl sewed up tight, They’ll burn sure as hell. Now wait a minute, Halleran, you’re a brainy guy. Forget this phoney bill —and I'll fix it up with the police so’s the kid will get off.” Halleran laughed right out loud. “The only thing you can get is a head- ache, Now let me tell you something: Willy isn’t going to be turned over to the police for a long, long time. Why? Because he’s Uncle Sam’s star witness in a counterfeiting case. The United States Government comes first, last and in the middle. It’s bigger than all crooked coppers and judges on your payroll, “Now get this straight because you’re not gonna have a lot of time to think it over. In the first place when Willy testifies how and where he got that counterfeit bill, it will place you in the death car that killed Milton Reynolds. Oh, almost forgot, Mike. You shouldn’t have kicked Vesey around so much. He’s down at the U. S. District Headquarters talking so fast the clerks are running out of pencils. And Joe, too. He was weaken- ing fast when I left there. He’ll tell plenty before Uncle Sam gets through with him. “So you see, Mike, when we get through with the counterfeiting case, the federal records will. have you placed in the death car. Those records go on file down at Washington. No- body questions them. So—” Halleran took a deep breath,—“Uncle Sam will then turn you over to the district at- torney to go on trial for the murder of Milton Reynolds. And with you will go those federal court records that prove beyond the slightest doubt . that you were in the death car that did four murders in one night. And those records will embody the testi- mony of both Vesey and Joe of the 10-STORY DETECTIVE facts that led up to you passing Willy the counterfeit bill.” Halleran put his hands on his hips and glared at the gangster. “Now squirm out of that, you rotten mutt!” Lola left her chair with a little cry. “I’m turning government. witness, Dan. I know a lot about those counter- feit bills. I passed them among Mil- ton’s friends—Mike made me do it.” Halleran looked at her with undis- guised contempt. “Ready to turn up somebody else now to save your skin, huh? Well, get something on and come along. I guess if I have to stand riding with Dogra, I can stand you, too.” Martin and Jenkins started toward the door. Martin chuckled. “Sorry to go, Halleran, but you and your Uncle Sam have nothing on me.” “Right you are, big boy, but the district attorney and his stenographer have been in the hall for the last hour. Maybe he’ll want to have a friendly little talk with you.” Halleran raised his voice. “Oh, Mister District At- torney, you can borrow my two boys to take these punk coppers to your office, if you want to.” The D. A. did. And the way the two secret service men hustled Martin and Jenkins out of the room showed they didn’t mind helping at all. Willy grabbed Dan’s hand and wrung it as only a man can who has just stepped from the shadow of the electric chair. His throat was too choked to talk, but his handshake said a man-sized mouthful. “Tt’s all right, Willy,” smiled Dan. “When this is all over, Pll get you an- other job and all will be jake again. But right now I want you to keep an eye on Flaming Mamie while I help Mike here get up.” And Halleran’s shoe gently assisted Mike Dogra to his feet. com cbook