10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 71: what you’re looking at

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

Black Dial of Death By Fergus Truslow | Phe fe pe When a locksmith is mur- }y i dered, the secret com- a bination of his death can B be cracked only by homi- cide’s jimmy. LAX kicked the gate open and walked behind the counter. There had been no answer to his entering shout. In one corner of the shop an alarm clock with broken viscera stood between the feet of a stuffed pelican, which spread its wings protectingly over an an- cient Edison phonograph covered with dust, The jumble of letters on the rain- flecked window spelled, if read from the outside, Henske the Fix-it Man. On a workbench under a dangling elec- tric light was a litter of metal and tools, In the midst of it all a blue jet of gas from a cooking plate hissed under a pot of soup. Flax could smell it. Home-cooked vege- table soup, with plenty of onions in it. His mouth watered. ou ae ' ; Weis in tl i} P| Comicbooks (E(@)