5 Detective Novels Magazine — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Karty WILSON was not a guy to weep large, flabby tears over a situation. In the first place, he had never had it so good. He had never made so much money. He had never before had a chance to live like a slick-magazine hero, with time to play tennis, to ride. There was a swimming pool ten steps away from his apartment door. Of course, it wasn’t exactly a private pool —which was fine with Kelly, because most of the people he shared it with were female and lovely. He couldn’t imagine a dog at Baron “Lucky” Starr’s Rancho Club. I 10 Naturally, he had to do some work to rate all this, had to put up with the old man’s temperament. Kelly wasn’t even mildly sore at Lucky for breaking him out at five A.M. Maybe he had just gone to sleep, but that was all right. If Starr thought he had busi- ness with his head cop at that hour of the morning, he was paying for the privilege. Starr had sounded tense, on the phone, had said, “Can you come up here to my place right away, Kelly?” Kelly forced a bright, alert reply. “Of course. Be right there.” He began pull- COMICLOO© Cc <