Pulp Fiction, 1939 · page 33 of 116
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# Page Analysis This is **story prose** from page 31 of a pulp-fiction magazine titled "The Corpse at the Carnival." The text concludes a crime narrative involving characters named Cosgrave, Millard, and May Fitz. Millard confronts King about past licensing disputes, then comforts an injured May as officers remove Cosgrave's body. The passage ends with Millard bracing for media attention following what appears to be a criminal case resolution. A small illustration below shows a figure holding what appears to be a telephone or communication device.
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commission basis. Through a deal with Eddie Fitz, he lined up all the bars in town. : “The local breweries didn’t like having an out-of-town beer coming in in kegs and cutting into their trade, but they couldn’t do anything about it because the syndicate was running things. When Fitz was in- dicted and went to trial, Cosgrave still wasn’t worried, because ostensibly he’d been working for the Better Citizenship League and the League had engineered the recall that put Mayor Peters in. : “He thought he was in a spot where he’d swing enough political power to insure his income, which must have amounted to plenty of shekels a month, without the help of Fitz and the need of cutting him in for a per- centage. But the syndicate still swung a lot of weight, though driven to cover, and Bonelli had sold out to the local breweries, ““Cosgrave’s big income was gone. And then he saw an opportunity to get rid of Bonelli and maybe save it. During the confusion that would fol- low in the organization—the syndi- cate was on its last legs anyhow—he would have the opportunity to put Sunshine Beer across again.” “Oh... .’ King breathed, smiling THE CORPSE AT THE CARNIVAL—-————————31 and nodding in a friendly way. GMS as 6 “Don’t smile at me, you hypocritical louse!” Millard snarled. ‘‘You’re the guy who was going to get my license. Let’s see you do it now. Boy, will I roast you when the newshounds inter- view me!” He looked down at the top of May Fitz’ head and his voice softened. “How do you feel, chicken?” She nodded, her head against his shoulder. “I’m all right. Just hold me tight, Chris. Hold me tight.” He held her. “It’s all over, hon. We'll be in the clear. And when this case is aired in the papers, it’ll raise such a stink anyone with one of those petitions the mayor was worrying about will be afraid to show his face on the street. When it’s all over we'll go away somewhere together, where we can be alone and get some peace and quiet.” She looked up and a smile trem- bled on her lips. “‘Yes, Chris.” Hernandez and Stendahl were pull- ing Cosgrave’s limp form away from before the door. Millard got a firm hold on May, grinned encouragingly down at her. “Hold tight, honey,” he said. “Now, the deluge, but it won’t last long. Here come the newshounds,” Gomichbooks.com