10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 63: what you’re looking at

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

HOMICIDE’S MY RIGHT————————__61 and I argued about, remember? He ae- cused me of stealing the stuff and I— well, I thought he’d helped himself to it. We were both wrong, as records in your they hauled out of the river and buried as Nick Norris.” “I wouldn’t know.” Kady seemed to be getting more and more nervous. “Some poor clunk who fell off the cliff or jumped off. What difference does it make? He got a swell funeral out of it.” “That’s right,” Rourke agreed. “Say, that clerk who worked in the jewelry store you and Norris operated—ever hear from him again?” “Al Parker? I wouldn’t have been apt to, Lieutenant. Parker stole three-quar- ters of our stock, That’s what Norris own police department will show.” “AI Parker is baek,” Rourke said soft- ly. “Back!” Kady eried. “But that’s—in- credible.” “True though. I want you to eome along and identify him. There’s even a remote chance that he may have some of your jewelry left.” Kady shook his head. “I think not. I want to forget the whole affair and start fresh.” Rourke chuckled and took Kady’s arm. The killer blanched, swore an oath and comicboo (ee)