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10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 37: Pulp Fiction, 1938

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This page contains story prose from a pulp fiction narrative titled "Loot of the Laughing Ghoul." The text depicts a crime investigation scene where detective Paul Hammond uses early forensic voice analysis—recording voices on a phonograph and visually displaying their sound patterns—to identify suspects in a murder case. Hammond demonstrates how a prisoner named Daniel Davids's voice matches a recorded voice, then plays a recording of a woman's voice to implicate her in the murder of Arthur Haycox, as one of the masked figures in the room reacts by lifting her mask.

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a Se ep ir: enn aoe Se ~ ee = al = a> place of his fabulous riches is still a secret to us.” “The Laughing Ghoul died on AI- catraz last night,” said Hammond. “The excitement of the expected es- cape, and then the despair at its fail-— ure to materialize was too much for his seventy-year-old heart.” “His name?” asked the chief. Hammond leoked across to where Max Ulrich was handcuffed to a chair. “The man who died on Alcatraz last night was Maxwell Davids alias the Laughing Ghoul. He was the father of our prisoner, whose real name is Daniel Davids. You see, Daniel Davids had possession of that wealth. We located most of it in deposit boxes. But he used it as bait to enlist Sefior Pombal’s aid in effecting the prison break. Daniel Davids was double-crossing Pombal right from the start. But Pombal had the gsub- marine and the guns to blast the walls of Alcatraz. “Now, we'll look to the evidence that will bind Daniel Davids to Bette Langwell. This I propose to do in a scientific manner. The voice, you know, has characteristics as marked as the fingerprints. Even dull ears recognize voices, but science is more sure. It defies trickery. Let me dem- onstrate.” Hammond turned to a portable phonograph he had set up in the cen- ter of the circle. He touched a lever, and a voice sounded. “You underestimate your favorite enemy, Nevel,” a man was heard to say. “You'd better get in toueh with Senor Pombal.” Hammond cut off the phonograph. Then he flashed a strange picture upon a white sheet hung against a wall. It looked like a child’s drawing of a mountain range. “This is a photograph of that voice speaking those words,” he explained to his assembled fellow operatives. Now he produced a carbon-covered paper and affixed a steel stylus to it. Then he ordered Daniel Davids to stand before a microphor oat - < : “- 7. . 3 a ~ < yo << i oe d = = ye - Raat oS ~s — ee 2 pan — iwi — 4 a ——> > LOOT OF THE = LAUGHING es _ 7s — ~ ~ ose ~~ ov “Will you repeat those i Se please?” he said to his captive. =» The prisoner scowled. Then he spoke rapidly. The stylus flew back — and forth, reeording the rise and fall of the voice. “There,” Hammond said a moment later. “If you’ll study those two rec- ords, you'll see that they are identi- cal.” He turned to lead Daniel Davida from the room. ILENCE gripped the circle as Paul Hammond took his place again. He had spoken of the most dangerous woman in the world. “And now for the woman,” he said, “the woman responsible for the mur- der of Arthur Haycox in an Bice o. aS on my life.” Hammond glanced at one of the | 2 slender figures directly in front of him. Her long, tapering fingers were clasping and unclasping. “Once more I shall use the phono- ; graph which trapped communica- — tions over a cireuit made by the gas and water systems of San Francisco,” the young man began. “This time you will hear the woman’s voice. It will identify her in spite of make-up, dyed ee hair and the arts of a great ac Again the phonograph sounded. This time a woman’s voice was speak- ing. any minute.” Hammond shut off the phonograph. “The circuit had already been tapped,” he told his companions. “And _ now for the test. First I will show you _ the photograph of that voice, and then I will ask two of you to repeat = the words just spoken.” Again a picture like a child’s draw- ing of ‘a mountain range appeared upon the wall. Paul Hammond’s back was turned, and he did not see one of _— the slender figures raise her —_ “= her mask. “Leave that to me,” were the words that came out, “and stop communicat-— ing. Hf he is as clever as you think, — Danny, this circuit may be tapped at x s (9't é have 4 oy aa" ' : » nt . f ri ret BY : : ‘ , é § , , y' fl LA « Va ; 4 ey, a “and A ‘ SAD Mone i ee Le eae y , 4 hi ei Aue 4 ik , Pap eg at 4 | 1 hs , Gg ‘ bale ’ , 4 th Ve, AS se Hoe (tS s Old uly! : Ab k : % hi at A‘ 2 is as 4 My id ?. v ‘ eM Ae as. 34 $ , f \) Ses ta va a f ; " ' 7 - #3) f A af ‘ anes FAN AS Pep ht i BN. wy ‘ byt, ¥. ; AES DA ns ANN yO TAA iad wh 5 ; y War 4 ‘y i ; iyi 5 ) 4 ; Rta ee “, ; hy A, Sh < : SUAS 4 a eT yy MG wh 4) (Ay, iy Jay, A AS “ih hind uy Fy, eet vfs ie) 4 ¥ a Br vA Die Wi is a) ak ant