10-Story Detective, September 1941 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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66——————_10-STORY DETECTIVE and started running toward the shack. Walker was flung sideways as the tor- pedo wrenched loose. Jim’s smile was cold. He halted in mid-stride and sent two shots slugging precisely into the stubblebeard face. The battle stopped abruptly. Tilly’s voice sounded plaintively from the roadway. “That you, boss- man? I woke up back there an’ got lonesome. But I ain’t cravin’ none of this promise’ous salivatin’.” Jim ealled him in. He manacled Shenckl, as the gaunt man sat nursing a broken leg, cursing monotonously and horribly. Jim untied Walker and used the ropes to make Cokie safe and tight. The big man was dead. The three of them stood looking at their prisoners, Tilly still big-eyed with surprise and fright. Paul Walker rubbed his numbed arms, staring down at Shenckl. Jim lit a cigarette. “Better go to Paradine with us, Paul. You should break the news to Ruth.” Walker nodded grimly. Jim laughed. “And let me give you a bit of advice. Don’t let a knockout charm- er like Ruth Miller run around free. Corral the girl, Paul, before someone else gets the idea.” Walker grinned. He took Shenckl’s shoulders and signaled Tilly to help him, “Let’s get the baggage to the police station, Jim. That last idea of yours was a honey !” "TTalked with God’ (Yes, I Did—Actually and Literally) and as a result of that little talk with God a strange Power came into my life. After 42 years of horrible, dismal, sickening failure, everything took on a brighter hue. It’s fasci- nating to talk with God, and it ean be done very easily once you learn the secret. And when you do—well—there will come into your life the same dynamic Power which came into mine. The shackles of defeat which bound me for years went a-shimmering—and now—-?—well, I own control of the largest daily newspaper in our County, I own the largest office building in our City, I drive a beautiful Cadillac limou- sine. I own my own home which has a lovely pipe-organ in it, and my family are abundantly provided for after I’m gone. And all this has been made possible because one day, ten years ago, I actually and literally talked with God. You, too, may experience that strange mysti- eal Power which comes from talking with God, and when you do, if there is poverty, unrest, unhappiness, or ill-health in your life, well— this same God-Power is able to do for you what it did for me. No matter how useless or help- less your life seems to be—all this can ‘changed. For this is not a human Power ’’m talking about— it’s a God-Power. And there can be no limitations to the God-Power, can there? Of course not. You probably would like to know how you, too, may talk with God, so that this same Power which brought me these good things might come into your life, too. Well— just write a letter or a post-card to Dr. Frank B. Robinson, Dept. 440, Moscow, Idaho, and full | particulars of this strange Teaching will be sent to you free of charge. But write now— while you are in the mood. It only costs one cent to find out, and this might easily be the most profitable one cent you have ever spent. It may sound unbelievable—but it’s true, or ] wouldn’t tell you it was.— Advt. Copyright, 1989, Frank B. Robinson. See RNS ES PE SE ATTN i OO IRS TS NE ES NL LEE a TLE FE SE EE COMICOO® S (©