10-Story Detective, November 1942 — page 70: what you’re looking at

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

q Detective Banning was always ready to heip a pal. But when he tried to go to bat for his H. Q. sidekick, bullets came blazing in his own direc- tion from a homicide hot- bed. oa tain, was a big, square man whose clothes hung on him in a manner which refused to hide the power and drive beneath. But his immense energy seemed frustrated now as he stalked out of the hospital, the soft curses un- der his breath sounding like soft sobs. He crossed the walk as a blind man does, groped for the squad car door, and climbed in. “Doc Prescott says Bob Perry does- n’t want to get well if his wife is go- J AMES BANNING, detective cap- ing to prison,” Banning told Reilly in a low, gruff voice which failed to hide his grief. ‘“And Bob lies there crying, ‘It’s all my fault, Jim.’ ” “But it can’t be,” Reilly protested, “for Bob was in the hospital when Eva COmicloo SS C©