All-Story Detective, October 1949 — page 125: what you’re looking at

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Vulture in a Gilded Cage 123 rot with the microphone in its bill was missing from the desk. The photographer didn’t look sleepy any more. He said, “What a production! First time I ever had a picture wired for sound.” At the end of the procession was the Dove, very pale and looking as though she had just come back into this world for a change and didn’t much like it. One of the detectives dropped an ordi- nary butcher knife on the desk and said, “It went off right on schedule.” Barnaby nodded. ‘“Let’s hear it.” The photographer and a detective fid- dled with the amplifier, and it began talk- ing. The first voice was the muffled, harsh burr of the Catbird. It said: “So you followed the Raven, did you?” The other voice was the Dove, and she sounded scared. She said, ‘‘Followed— the Raven? But she is dead.” career Now, for the first time, 13 famous artists give you professional training you must have to be an illustrator, advertising and fashion artist, or cartoonist. * You learn rapidly at home, - in your spare time! 3 24 fascinating lessons! . avoid yoo Schmidt 4,000 drawings! a Prepare now for a Albert Dorne big-income career in Art! . Famous Artists Course Prepares you at home for a money-making - @eete e institute of Commercial Art tn. © Dept. X-30, Westport, Conn. e Please send book about Famous Artists Course. Nene Street. < City, Zone, State——__ “Then it’s possible you’ve someplace else to follow her if you don’t tell the truth !”’ “Oh-h!” It was a gasp, a moan, and it was full of shock and fright. “When the girl left here last night you followed, and without doubt you saw where she put the swag. I came to tell you that you’re not to say a word about it to a living soul.” “Please—that knife!” “That knife will do you no harm, so long as you say nothing, do nothing. If you make a slip—well, the knife will slip, too. Right into your heart.” The sound swirled into a confused bab- ble of noises and other voices. Our defiant falcon’s feathers were be- ginning to droop, and his sandy complex- ion was tinged with gray. “What’s your charge?” he demanded. “The charge, Mr. Keith,” said Barn- aby pleasantly, “is murder.” weesvreetrpeet ee eerts € JOO CO nn (©