10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 96: what you’re looking at

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94-—_____—_—_—_——_——_-__—_]0-STORY DETECTIVE Phelps nodded sternly. ‘‘And if you know of a better amateur seaman along this coast, I’d like to know his name. Here, give me a hand with him.” They carried Ridley into the bare dance hall of the inn and ftung his unconscious body sprawling to the floor. “There’s your murderer,” Phelps told Rita Daly very gently. The girl was silent, white-faced. “Ridley himself planted that drugged liquor here,” the _ coast guardsman said slowly. “He pretend- ed to sail on his boat for Miami, but he sneaked back here with the cold- blooded determination to kill your brother and retain all the profits from a half-dozen stolen silk ship- ments. There’s a big mortgage on the inn and he must have been desper- ately hard up for money.” Ridley’s black, snakelike eyes were wide open, staring with a _ quiet, fe tes vs COMICS E725 ST oetee we - 2 Buy And all in full-color action pictures! 9 @ @e Yow’ ll Be Struck By Liéhtnins! Of course we mean FLASH LIGHTNING, that daring man of miracles who hurls live lightning bolts at his enemies and streaks through space with the speed of an electric current, regularly, in a full length action-color story in LIGHTNING COMICS. You get this whale of a feature, plus THE RAVEN, MARVO, HAP HAZARD and all your other favorite features in this bargain book now on sale at all newsstands for only 10c! In this bang-up number of SUPER-MYSTERY COMICS you'll find MAGNO, The Magnetic Man, and his gallant pal, DAVEY, again fighting that arch terror of all times—THE CLOWN! You'll find the latest adventures of VULCAN, THE BLACK SPIDER, CAPTAIN GALLANT, and a host of others. SUPER-MYSTERY COMICS for the biggest dime’s worth on the newsstands. devilish hatred at his alert captors. Craig’s gun muzzle was a steady promise of what the law held in store for Mr. Richard Ridley. Phelps turned toward the girl. Rita’s eyes were streaming sud- denly with tears. She began to sob brokenly as the coast guard’s brown hands tightened protectively over hers. . “TI—I know now that my—my un- fortunate brother was a—a thief,” she whispered. “Knowing that, I can bear somehow the thought of his— death. But it terrifies. me, Dave, to feel so utterly alone, so—” “Alone?” Phelps said shortly. His arm crept about her slim, shaking shoulders and tensed with a proudly possessive gesture. “You'll never be alone, Rita,” he said huskily. “Not if you—don’t want to be.” Rita sighed. Her body swayed to- ward the protection of Phelps’ arms. = — es COMmiclboo CO