5 Detective Novels Magazine Cover — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

DANCE, pretty maiden A Novel by JOHN H. KNOX HE woman in the black shawl shed no tears; her dark Indian face was set in a dull fixity of suffering as she said, “My Liria, she’s a good girl. Every week she breeng the groceries. She don’t hurt nobody. I don’t know why somebody done this to her. Who done this to my Liria?” “We don’t know, Mamacita,” the big detective with the hard-bitten face said around his mashed cigar. “You ain’t helped much, not knowing anything about her friends, as you say.” He kept his face turned. To her " att > res D baddies pdig td tans eon mo ee ° mother, Liria Baeza had been a success. As a barefooted muchacha she had danced on the clay banks of a Monte- verde canal, had danced her way from pulqueria to tourist trap, and finally had attained the alien splendor of this three- room apartment on the American side of the river. One did not question such magic too closely. One- admired silk dresses, sheer hose, and shiny green plush furniture and was quietly grateful for big brown sacks of groceries. One was not too curious—until something like this happened. } OO (CO)