10-Story Detective, September 1941 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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at the police station. You’re not go- ing to wreck the plant, are you?” He sounded a little bitter. “And I thought you trusted me.” There was a sudden catch in her voice. “Guy, why is it that we always seem to be fighting each other? Go ahead. I don’t care what you do. Wreck the plant, kill a thousand men. But no matter what you do, I’m still for you.” He leaned over in the darkness and kissed her suddenly. ‘‘Good girl. Just stay here, and don’t make any noise.” Obediently she waited in the shad- ow of the brush. It seemed hours that she waited there in the darkness with only the distant sound from the can- yon to break the stillness. Suddenly she saw a shadow mov- ing forward vast her toward the plant door. She watched it with frozen hor-. FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKJACKS 23 ror, wondering what she should do, whether she should call out, to warn the men inside. And then it was too late, for the shadow had reached the door and was pushing it open. Some force, stronger than reason brought her to her feet and forced her forward. She didn’t want to go. She knew that she should stay there, but she couldn’t help her- self. She reached the door and pushed it open. A man was bending above the big motor in the center of the plant. She could see the box that he carried and instinctively she knew what it was. She screamed. She hadn’t meant to. She hadn’t meant to open her mouth, but the scream came. The man beside the motor straight- ened and there was a gun in his hand. He swung around and leaped toward her. She tried to back out through the COMIC OOO® (©