Action for Men, May 1960 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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

@ “GOLD! BY GOD, he’s counting gold!” Spindly- shanked, lank-haired Eric Cobham pressed his eye closer to the crack in the door of room 303 on the upper floor of the Bradford House, Oxford, England; he shivered as he knelt in the drafty hall, and kept watching William Hayes, lodger. Mr. Hayes, unaware. of this onlooker, went methodically about his concerns. It was past mid- night, but despite the damp chill he was garbed only in a 32 Maria stood there, laughing cruelly, cutlass in hand, while The Two-Ocean long nightshirt which flapped below his knobby knees, and a peaked nightcap, the red tassle of which rested against his left shoulder. Hayes, a man of some means, had come to Oxford to purchase real estate. Now, in the still hours of early morning, and under the flicker of a candle flame, he sat at a small table beside his bed counting his treasure. It added up to 400 pounds in gold sovereigns. PLEASE TURN NEXT PAGE COMmicdooks.c@