Pulp Fiction, 1944 · page 81 of 84
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— Searlatti was writhing about on the floor in the bony clutches of a human skeleton. Grupp sprang in at Searlatti. “Gimme that gun!” he panted. He kicked the Weapon across the floor, then yanked the skeleton out of Scarlatti’s arms. “Madre mia!” whimpered the mobster, cowering and shivering. “He’s licked,” Kinahan said disgusted- ly. “Now where’s the other one, that damned Flax?” “I’m over here by the vault, Sarge. Waiting for you,” Flax called across the lounge. Kinahan held his flash on the private | detective as he advanced. His voice was “With yer hands high, I’m agate-hard. presumin’?”’ The muzzle of the riot gun loomed hig as a flour ba rrel as Flax looked down it. “What else?” Fiax said, trying to reach another inch toward the ceiling. “Now thin,” said Kinahan contendedly. ‘We'll try that there vault, to see what’s what.” ITH Scarlatti, Flax stood back un- | der the fIrishman’s gun while Grupp tinkered and twiddied with the dial, “No use,” the patrolman growled. “This combination won’t work.” . “Let me try mine,” suggested Flax. -He stepped forward with the riot gun following his every move, and spun the dial. The tumblers clicked faintly within the massive door. He pulled back on the “handle, With a clang the steel tusks withdrew. Fiax tugged at the vault door. “Light!” he gasped. The air within the vault choked them. “Holy mither of Moses!” Kinahan yelled. “Quick, man! Drag her out of here!’ Beatrice McCormick was close to the last threshold. Her pulse had died to a thread. Grupp held a gun on Scarlatti while Kinahan and Flax worked on her uatil she came around. “Who brought ye here and locked ye in?” asked the Irishman when the girl could talk. “Scarlatti and ...and...” the girl’s voice broke. “Where’s my baby?” “Yer baby’s all right. Who else?” “Locksmith . «+ the old man with a clubfoot ...’ Please mention Acs Frotion Groue when answering alvertisoments | = | a te — =e * comicbooks.co = Save yourself from restless nights and nerve-racking days. Protect yourself against spreading fangus, the cause < Athlete’s Foot. At the first sign of emechine. itching flaky skin between or around tees, use VOR Foor to- TION. [It allays intense itehing—helps ow eaaind infection and re-infection, Leaves skin softly smooth. V@RUIS Feot Lotion. Complete with Scleatifie Avolicator ONLY a | POSTPAID (Apprex. 400 applications to bettte) en eee OR YOUR ONE lyre geet Only one te ee * stubborn yous. ACPS GUIOLE RELY! GET QUICK ty VORIS PRODUCTS, tnc. CE r 4410 Gedford Ave., Srookiyn 29, N. ¥. Send at once bottle of VORIS @ applicator for whieh i ee enclose $1. It rae mint me, ae return unused port ae fourteen days and my full purchase price And See the Sun Shine (Again! ide the unusual stimelus VITA-BERLES prev of 1500 US.P. units of vitamin B-1 per day, - with vital material, to help overcome that always-ti feeling and bring thrilling mew pep to men and women, to the extent that they may eg deficient in these essential eubstances. harmiess; can enly do x id. (C.0.D. $1.37.) Write Bie Statton H, ne-40 << peir of GENUINE BR ee roe arty BICHLY MAGNETIC LODSH- tf Legend reputes, Ocoult Oriental he tA Business, Work, ete, tho ether te “pre- Bad Losses, Dvil, Trouble, Harm, ete. Believe in peri Carey a pair of these curious Genuine Brahma Red Livé eee ta ako ice gt ag He mast At COM a 8 d atis- i or Money RKetwmed. Order yours NOW! ASTKOL CO., Dept. 14, Main P.O. Box 72, BROOKLYN N.Y. Y. OTICH! Beware of imitations! We utaly Re ony i Brahma Ledestenes 4 aro ‘ise Gent you want. the REAL rity -POWERFUL Di DRAW ving TRA LiGHLe AEE! Kully Guar ea tract** Goed Lack in Money, Games, Love, ‘