Pulp Fiction, 1939 · page 50 of 116
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# Page Analysis This is story prose from page 48 of a pulp detective magazine titled "10-Story Detective." The page depicts the aftermath of a death: characters named Hammond, Agnew, and Sharon are dealing with the sudden death of an elderly man named Mowat. Agnew suggests Mowat hid his money to prevent Sharon from murdering him for inheritance, while Sharon grieves and reveals that Mowat withdrew his funds a week prior. Hammond then examines the body, noting its discolored appearance and discovering a gold chain attached to Mowat's trousers. The narrative suggests mystery surrounding the death and missing money.
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48————_—_—_—_—_—_——————-10-STORY DETECTIVE The doctor ended with a curt nod and went downstairs. The doctor’s and Sharon’s voices floated up to him and Agnew, the doctor sympathizing and speaking of the funeral, Sharon mumbling in- distinctly. Sharon came up, and Agnew of- fered his hand. “T want to offer my condolences, Sharon, Believe me, I feel this. I’m sorry you can’t become my partner, for I’ve come to like you. Still, it’s bet- ter that there is no money.” “There, there,” Agnew put an arm about him, “it will turn up, Sharon. He was afraid you would kill him for his money. He put the money where you couldn’t find it, so you would hesitate to take his life. Don’t you see? And he died before he could reveal his secret.” Hammond turned away and went into the bedroom. The doctor had drawn the sheet up over Mowat’s face. Standing beside the bed, Hammond wished he had known Mowat a lot Agnew glanced at Hammond. “I think you ought not to make things harder for this boy with a lot of idi- otic suspicions. Mowat is dead. No one can do anything about that. It is extremely unfortunate that it hap- pened when Sharon wanted money so badly. However, you can’t make anything of that. I was with Mowat when he died. Sharon was in another room.” “The money gone, Sharon?” “Yeah, Hammond.” Sharon nodded like a man for whom the world is empty. “I called his banker and his lawyer. They both say uncle drew his money a week ago, in spite of their efforts to stop him or get him to tell them what he wanted the money for. I guess it serves me right.” Sharon began to ery. “I just about wished him dead. And now he is, now he is.” better. Agnew’s sneer that Mowat might have been his uncle, had some foundation. Only, he felt more as if Mowat had been his friend. It was re- markable how strongly he’d taken to the old fellow in their brief inter- view. . He uncovered the body. The doctor had drawn Mowat’s white shirt together without button- ing it, leaving exposed some of Mo- wat’s thin, wiry-haired chest. The old man’s face was the color of an over- ripe tomato, even purplish in parts. The upper, bony portion might have been cut from lapis lazuli. Even the bald top of his head was suffused. GOLD chain twined about a loop of Mowat’s blue trousers and disappeared into a pocket.- Farther down, the cuffs were twisted, as were GComichbooks.com