5 Detective Novels Magazine Cover — page 13: what you’re looking at

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

of the MURDER Ted's wife was far from a saint, and so was the hot blonde he was cheating with—but did it add up to a cold-blooded kill? I ED OWEN felt very Christian about getting home before midnight, even a couple of min- utes before. The party he’d left down at the Pal- ace Hotel was just beginning to roll; some big wheels from the main office of the Crest Meat Company in Chicago were in town for business meetings with their San Francisco personnel. Naturally, big wheels can’t turn without a certain amount of oil. Ted had sneaked out before the going got rough, but not because he was a slave to any scruples against drinking seven-year-old bourbon. He’d seen too many bright young men burned at com- pany parties. A little too much to drink, a little too much confidence, and a hell of a lot too much conversation. Ted left his car on the street with the windows 13 econmniclooolks (C(O)