Pulp Fiction, 1941 · page 24 of 116
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# Page Analysis This page contains the conclusion of a hardboiled crime story, followed by a full-page advertisement. The story prose resolves a murder mystery involving characters named McKenna, Pearson, Nisbet, Logan, and Betty—apparently concluding that Nisbet committed killings motivated by a farm property dispute, while Logan attempted vigilante justice out of jealousy. The narrative ends with McKenna and Betty's romantic moment. Below the story is a vintage advertisement for Thin Gillette razor blades, featuring an illustration of sailboats and promoting the product at "4 for 10" with pricing information visible. The ad emphasizes comfort and economy appeal to male consumers.
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22 check. But by the time I’d given him the check, and he’d passed it to a law- yer, I would have raised money on the property, and had it in the bank.” McKenna choked: “You shouldn’t have tried to kill Betty.” . Nisbet grimaced. “I browbeat Tiere into transferring the option to me, gave him a song and dance, told him he was too ill to handle the deal. I thought he told Betty Dunbar about it. I couldn’t take any chances on leav- ing her alive, because I made Tiere suspicious forcing the option from him.” Pearson bent over him, then got up slowly. ““He’s dead.” McKenna dusted his knees. “You get Logan?” Pearson nodded. “He got away from the hotel, but ran his auto into a truck a few blocks farther on. Got him to the hospital, and as soon as he re- gained consciousness, got his story. He figured you did the killings. He was jealous about you and the girl. He 10-STORY DETECTIVE wanted to take you to Nisbet, and hold a kangaroo court. “Logan figured the police were too slow. He wanted to take the law into his own hands.” Pearson cleared his throat. ‘“McKenna, I never expected anything like this. I sent you back to your hotel room just to see if any- thing would happen.” He walked back to the house. Betty was at the window. McKenna went in. “Betty, that farm is worth a heap more than ten thousand. Enough more that it drove Nisbet to all this. And—well—you know what I told you before. You know what I said!’ Betty stood close, looking up into his face. ““You might be a good me- chanic,”’ she said, “but you don’t seem to know much about girls.” McKenna blinked, then realized she was waiting to be kissed. It was the first nice thing he had had a chance to do since he’d got to the city. Blue Monday had become a red-letter day. You glide through whiskers like a breeze— And find new comfort, speed and ease With Thin Gillettes, priced four for ten; They rate sky-high with thrifty ment Top quality at rock-bottom COmiclbook CO