Pulp Fiction, 1942 · page 85 of 116
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By David M. Norman Jim Abbott, D. A., had just returned from seeing the re- r. Corpse Calling mains of his predecessor in his coffin. But now the dead man was phoning him, giving him information from the grave. And, to solve the mystery of the corpse that wouldn't stay dead, Abbott himself had to cross-examine the Grim Reaper. HEY were all there to honor ; Jim Abbott, the new district at- torney. Fifty odd men and wom- en who had helped elect him, attended the banquet. There were speeches, toasts. Jim Abbott, who looked much too young for the office he’d won, re- sponded to them all. A grizzle-faced old Common Pleas Court judge really indicated just how everyone felt. “Now, with Jim Abbott in charge of criminal prosecutions, we may ex- pect speedier trials, fewer nolles and a little more hard work from the district attorney’s office. Jim Abbott replaced Ralph Hamilton because Hamilton didn’t have what it takes to be a good DD. A There was more—lots of it. Then someone opened the deor and walked up behind Abbott’s chair. A waiter 1) DOOK C©