5 Detective Novels Magazine Cover — page 60: what you’re looking at

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A Novel by DALE CLARK This will SLAY you T THIS time every year, they had the same argument. “Why anyone who’s lucky enough to be at San Alpa,” Endicott said, ruffled, “wants to go somewhere else, I can’t un- derstand !” O’Hanna grinned. “It’s my vacation, ain’t it?” O’Hanna, the house dick at San Alpa, was in his own room, packing—a process which consisted of throwing a lot of old clothes helter-skelter inside a suitcase. Heaven only knew where the guy ever got such a wardrobe. From the Salvation Army, it looked like, after the Salvation Army had had it refused by self-respecting hoboes. It was funny. For O’Hanna, as he Copyright 1941 by Fictioneers, Inc. ee 60 stood there packing the case, made such a hell of a contrast to those disreputable duds. O’Hanna was a seventy-two inch, athletic fashion plate clad in nifty pencil stripes. 7 Assistant Manager Endicott repeated that he couldn’t understand it. He re- minded O’Hanna that San Alpa was a million-dollar, year-round resort hotel that had been built on the privately owned Southern California mountain- top forthe purpose of catering to vaca- tionists. “What more do you want?” he de- manded. “Besides ‘the magic of pine- scented breezes blowing from majestic peaks to vernal valleys? Where you can watch the sun rise spectacularly out NOO SJ (C(O)