10-Story Detective, March 1941 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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—— —BULLETS ON BLUE MONDAY had happened since he had been taken out of here by the two detectives. “Betty, did you know Logan loves you?” Her face darkened in the uncertain blue light, and he thought she was blushing. “Yes, I knew. Logan told me. There was quite some unpleasantness about it. He’s terribly persistent. I told him plainly—” she shook her head—’”’that it was no use. He was seething, as if I’d insulted him by refusing to love him. But, Steve, you don’t think he killed two men, tried to kill me, be- cause—” “T don’t look for sense from any man that murders people,” McKenna reasoned. ““Maybe it would seem like a pretty smart scheme to a fellow that had murder in his heart, to kill people when I was here to get blamed. And not just to kill you, that he was aim- ing at, but Tiere and Allen: first, so it wouldn’t look like you mattered.” Her trembling hand was on his arm. “Steve, was he taking you out of the hotel to kill you?” “Makes sense to think he was.” Mc- Kenna made her sit on the couch and dropped down beside her. “Yet, I kind of wonder. Might have been some- thing deeper on his mind, maybe—” Private Notes from Mrs.M--s 1 y tess ali Bs ay Ww dach® hea E 19 “Well, whatever!” she cried an- grily. “It’s the fault of the police. They had no right to expose you to that danger. They didn’t protect you at all, just locked you in your room and then left you helpless.” “They didn’t leave me,’’McKenna contradicted. “Just got careless for a minute, and Logan was too quick for them. They were watching me. I was put in that hotel for nothing but to draw the killer to me.” Betty gasped. 66 HAT’S certain,” McKenna nodded. “I’ve seen too many come-ons set out for people, not to recognize one when I’m it. Captain Pearson is a man who gets hotted up terrible when he don’t get his own way, and these murders have torment- ed him more than he’s used to bear- ing. He can’t see anybody for these murders but me, because I’m easiest and handiest. “Still and all, he’s got good sense, and it’s trying to warn him he’s wrong. Pearson talked his boss into letting him put me back into the ho- tel room. He figured something would happen. Hither I would try to get out and do more killing, or someone would get in and try to kill me.” mr, + se = wok an : Ex-Lax tablet befor tiger g& to bed. It tasted swell € @ piece of fine Ae chocolate, The action of Ex-Lax is thorough, yet gentle! No shock. No strain. _,, No weakening after-effects. Just an easy, comfortable bowelmovement that brings blessed relief. Try Ex-Lax next time you need a lax- ative. It’s good for every member of the family. Ape COmmicloool< (C@