10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 87: what you’re looking at

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

J. Lane Linklater | When Drake Judson took that bus ride to report a killing to the detective agency office, he found he was taking a cross- country route to a homicide homecoming. INTER cold had settled all Wee: Nevada that night. It hadn’t passed up Las Vegas. Drake Judson was wearimg a topcoat. It flapped loosely about his long legs as he turned into the hotel near the west end of the main stem, For one as anxious as Drake to get out of town quickly and unobserved, it might have been better to have cov- ered his close-cropped red hair with a hat, But he never wore hats. a —<y eS oe, Se weet He walked quickly into the motor coach offiee in the corner of the lobby, bought a ticket to Los Angeles and checked his suitcase. The bus was due to leave in fifteen minutes, at ten- thirty. Ht was already standing against the curb outside, Drake Judson stepped out of the sidé door of the Jobby. He was now around the corner from the bus, but could watch it through the hotel win- dows. Farther up the main stem, less 1 @ we an . — ae - . r a << - ke, ee a - — . ene