10-Story Detective, November 1942 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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

Satan’s a tne —— ITTLE” JOHN was just com- ing out of an employment agency on Howard Street when the stranger spoke to him. The stranger was going to offer him a job, but Little John didn’t know that. The idea of offering someone like Little John a job had been born not long before in the shabby semblance 6é 24 of an office several blocks away. There were three men in this office: Daconi, a fairly tall man with a thin pointed nose and wary eyes; Louis, a slender young man who had an easy cunning smile; and Tyson, a very plump, fat-faced older man with a sharp weasel-like gaze. “It’s gonna be a tough job,” Da- coni had just said, “‘getting that girl MICLOOO© SS C©