10-Story Detective, September 1941 — page 101: what you’re looking at

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

Vengeance on the Waterfront TEVE CRONIN put a palm flat on his window sill, and let his fingers dig into the wood as he stared down on the white-blanket- ed street. A long black rakish sedan was swinging in close to the curb. Snow danced in swirling, glittering 99 Detective Steve Cronin had come up the hard way—and he was going out in the same manner. For he had the lowdown on a big- shot’s graft game—and the big- shot had loaded Lugers trained on Cronin. re St Tatah rhythm in the headlights’ beam. It made a foggy veil about the street light on the corner. Out in the bay a foghorn tooted dismally, steadily. Cronin watched a dapper man in tight-fitting black Chesterfield slide out from under the wheel, come up the GOmiGcaoo ©