15 Story Detective, April 1950 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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Corpse’s Comeback Brent took his arm. “Okay, take it easy. You can shake later.” “He’s got to believe it,” Spencer said in a low voice. “He’s got to believe that he didn’t kill her, that she came out of it long enough to call Dora.” “That’s fine,” Brent said harshly. “But right now we've got to get rolling. If he drives like a madman he might beat us there.” It took them twenty-five minutes by Spencer’s watch. The front door was unlocked, the lights in the living room were still on. Brent led the way up the stairs: The front bed- room door was open. Brent stopped short. Spencer looked past him. ARY WARTON lay _face-down, arms outspread. The back of her head was thick with blood. Pieces of the Chinese statue were scattered around her. The shattered base lay to one side. Brent: bent over her. Then he raised : his head, nodded. “Dead as she’ll ever be.” He straightened, reached the telephone from the nightstand, dropped it next to the woman’s outstretched hands. “The stage is set, Spencer,” he said in a tight voice, “All right. I'll take the closet over here. You try that door for size—” Spencer darted for the darkened bath- room. He kept the door open a crack. He stood there and he waited? All of his life led up to this point. If Rincon looked at the body and immediately called the police, he, Spencer, would still have a lot of questions to answer. A door opened and closed. Then a slight scuffle. Spencer drew back an inch. Rincon stood framed in the door- way, a haunted, fearful look on his hand- some face. He looked at the body, at the phone, and then he froze and Spencer’s back became rigid as the sound of a siten floated into the room. Rincon moved swiftly. One gloved hand reached down, grasped the shattered base of the statue. He lifted it high. “Drop it!” Brent’s voice snapped. Rincon turned in a flash, one hand darting to his coat pocket. He dove head- long behind the bed, his right hand holding a gun. He disappeared from sight as Brent pulled trigger. Rincon snapped an answering shot. It had happend in the space of a sec- ond. Brent fired again as: Spencer leaped from the bathroom, feet first across the bed. He landed squarely on Rincon, kicked . the gun from Rincon’s hand. Rincon offered no resistance ; there was a bleeding hole above his right. eye. Brent’s second shot had done the job. The front door burst open. Brent and Spencer went out of the room, met two uniformed policemen on the stairs. Looking past them, Spencer saw Dora Davis coming up the stairs. She looked at Spencer. Build your o rofit— plus $4 the built mber and }abor es. 1 . Read Seerling Oo = follow plans , ost. © { for filin ot eased Write today rately } INTERNATIONAL MILL AND TIMBER CO. DEPT.'PF 450, BAY CITY, MICHIGAN. ORDER NOW eo Be Send 25¢ for NEW: pcs COLOR CATALOG \ Gomichbooks “Is she—”® “7 (C@