10-Story Detective, November 1942 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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Gripping Novelette CHAPTER I No SURRENDER ERRY KERRIGAN, parole of- ficer of the big State Prison, slid a gun into a hip holster, picked up a pair of handcuffs and put on his hat. Malloy, assistant keeper, said, “Hey, Kerrigan, I thought you trusted this guy Rossiter. Why the gun and cuffs?” Kerrigan turned in the doorway and smiled. “Rossiter is paroled as of today. There’s a wanted order for him and he’s going to the city for an- other trial. I’m going along to deliver him and, incidentally, try to arrange a little justice.” “T don’t get it.” Malloy said. By Norman A. Daniels 5) “Rossiter did a six-year stretch. He was caught red-handed, but happened to be just a stooge for the mob. Ros- siter learned a lot up here. He’s will- ing to face his medicine on another charge, but he knows something and wants to bargain for a lighter stretch. I’m inclined to help him.” Malloy shook his head. “Rossiter used to run with the old mobs, Ker- rigan. That means he was bad all through. Six years in stir doesn’t change those rats much.” Kerrigan closed the door hard. Mal- loy was like all the others here—never conceding that a convict might become a real man. Someone useful to society. Kerrigan went to the front office and found the paroled convict waiting. MICLOOOK C©