10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 73: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

When Mort Shane tried to press his luck in a third at- tempt at easy swag, his money madness bucked the Grim Reaper’s greed—for corpses. Boomerang Swag Harris Clivesey T was a cold night, but in the Clover Social Club the atmo- sphere was warm and thick with tobacco smoke. Steam was hissing in a white plume from the coffee urn back of the small lunch counter. As Mort Shane came in, he heeled the door shut behind him. Pool balls ceased clicking. A voice spoke louder than the rest. COMmiclboo CO