10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 64: what you’re looking at

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———_-____._4958noRY SECA ——— yanked himself free. Something in Rourke’s eyes teld a grim story. Kady started running. Rourke went after him put Kady, for all his years in prison, was in good shape. He reached a tenement house and darted inside. He started up oe steep stairway with Rourke behind pg Kady turned and leaped dewn the steps at the detective. Rourke lost his balance, but as he fell he man- aged to grab one of Kady’s legs and pulled the killer with him. As Kady tumbled, his pockets disgorged rings, bracelets, jeweled watches, and unset gems. Kady got to his feet first, being less stunned by the fall. He aimed a vicious kick at the detective, missed, and con- nected with Rourke’s shoulder. The wave of pain served te clear Rourke’s vulsively out of the path of another kick, floor like a runner at the starting line OURKE took several husky punches and delivered a few himself. Rourke’s were a trifle more scientificaliy placed and Kady was puffing badly. A solid right over the heart doubled him up in pain. The next thing he knew, handcuffs closed around his wrists. The driver of the radio car barged in with drawn gun. Rourke turned Kady over to him, straightened his clothes and massaged a few lumps. Then he picked up the jewelry strewn over the hallway. “This is the stuff Al Parker was sup- posed to have stolen,” he told Kady. “I’m betting he didn’t. You swiped it. Maybe Nick Norris took some himself because both of you were créoks. You meant to make Parker take the blame by killing him, but Parker guessed what it was all about and gave you a battle—there on the edge of the cliff. ve r _— a. s = ws ~ansf Aa ee aoe aes Sl se Si ied - a f ear tt aoe" oa ~ Bier a es er RA Fa OPCS - “Tt was Parker who went overside Parker who was buried as Nick Norris. We exhumed the body. It has two breaks in the bones of the right arm. Parker suffered those in the first World War. There is a record of the injuries.” “You can’t prove any of that stuff,” Kady yelled. “You’ve got nothing on me. This is my own jewelry. It-came from my store and it wasn’t insured.” Darn right it wasn’t,” Rourke met ge —— " = aS i=. 2 FEV Rae. a ee Ont ot ee > 2 - ae oe = 7 . ere ee Cate — i Fick hn eS 4 PP DP a Se <= - ie ~ i S e ee e e a my tae — 7 oo Se ae Ne ee eae — eee e 2 i Ent ~ bs. = Se atk lee” Se m brie. wS. Se a ~ - ao aa - Saad grinned, “The stuff is hotter than you are under the collar right now. Parke: would have revealed that you and Norris were a pair of fences so Parker died. Norvis hed part of the stuff and figured maybe he could locate your share—so he let you take the rap for his pretended murder.” Kady gave a laugh, heavy with w#ar- “If I didm’t think Norris was dead, why did I admit he and I fought and I believed he was killed?” - “Because you knew we'd never prove premeditation. With Al Parker, whose You had te say it was Norris. Maybe you even hoped he’d appear and back up your story, saying all was forgiven and he'd survived the fall from the cliff nicely. Maybe it was even all plamned that way. Norris double-cressed you and you killed him for it. Makes no difference. Not now.” Kady still blustered. “You've got nothing on me. The jewels are mine. I —, paid the penalty for killing Nor- “We've got plenty on you,” Rourke de- elared. “Witnesses proved you fought someone on the edge of the cliff. Only by your own statement did we believe it - was Norris. Now we know it wasn’t. Therefore it must have been Al Parker. You’re under arrest for his murder, ’ Kady.” “But that was ... was fifteen years ago...” Kady said uncertainly. “There is no statute of limitations for the crime of murder,” Rourke told him cheerfully, “Furthermore, all the wit- nesses who saw you battling Parker are still alive. Your lie about your opponent being Norris is now brought out. The testimony you gave fifteen years ago convicts you, Kady.” “Framed,” Kady muttered. “Framed because I thought you were a bonehead. { figured if I put it over on you fifteen years ago, I could do it again. That’s why I called you in.” “You figured things out too closely during all those years in prison,” Rourke said. “You allowed no margin for a slip and you made a bad one when J forced you into going after those gems. Take him out, Ryan. I'll come up behind, so if eS eee Me Sete eswsS we rae : =< ae = oo x m: — a comicbooks. com