10-Story Detective, June 1945 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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

By Fergus Truelow Billy Watson’ s first Hoily- wooed role seemed silaied io be his last. For his casting director was a revolver and his producer a kill-mad gunman. And Billy had to write new lines in blood-red ink or win siate’s cyanide Oscar, P 47. 5 SRePses ES Prd ‘ 7 ‘ oe *j ‘i | —-. / miles 4 40 F Forlet for the Shill ad xf ) os if he were shouting down a bar- | Pas words boomed at me as rel, “Gonna play ball, you lousy little shill?” it’s hard to say no when you’re flat on your back on the floor of a cheap hote} room with a big killer’s high-heeled boot vyammed into your guts. The words stuck am my throat. But I got it out, “No!” I choked, “I’m an actor, not a blackmailer!” Oh Gosh, I thought, This is happen- "com (c boo cS (E@)