10-Story Detective, September 1941 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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

Blackjack eyes showed startling blue under the dark brows. He might have been an army officer on leave; a sportsman seeking a holiday. He looked like any- thing save what he was—a detective. His eyes were cynical as he stared out at the slopes, lined with sugar pine and scrub. He’d pictured his re- turn as different from this. He’d pic- tured himself a conquering hero, com- By W. T. Ballard He was about to pull the trigger. ing back to the town which had re- jected him. From the corner of his eye he caught movement in the aisle and turned his head. Ellen Burton was standing there smiling at him as she had smiled a hundred times in the past. Then the smile went away, leav- ing her eyes shadowed and remote as they had been on the day he’d said COmicloo (Cc ©