Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 47 of 176
Argosy All-Story Weekly, December 2, 1922 — page 47: what you’re looking at
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y y sone SNIP SLATS ; } 4 Y Au ny = — = = = 1 ane Z -. ON oa = = ws =o e eeeeea( on By GEORGE J. BRENN Author of ‘‘ Five Dollars—and No Sense,’’ etc. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PART l. ARREN WILLMER, banker, engaged in great international financial dealings, is hounded by many urgent voices of all kinds comimg to him over the telephone no matter where he goes. They finally drive him to the telephone company for relief. Charlie Fenwick, phonic crim- inologist, takes the case, with Seth Boyden, his old assistant, helping him. Willmer, Lorraine Carewe, his ward and secretary, and Pendleton Kirke and Otis King, his associates, admit having heard the voices. Kirke is shot in some mysterious way in his own home while King and Fenwick are in the house. Fenwick hears one of the voices, but cannot find out what they are urging Willmer to do. CHAPTER VII. FLIGHT. ARREN WILLMER was finally prevailed upon to retire, but not before King, Boyden and Fen- wick had agreed to remain at his home until daylight. Riggs showed them to their rooms, amd Fenwick, too, was about to turn in when Boyden entered, clad in an old- fashioned nightshirt. “We've got to talk some time, Charlie,” he announced, “ and things has been mov- in’ so fast I ain’t a bit sleepy. How about you?”’ “JT think ten minutes of conversation might help,” admitted Fenwick. “ What have you learned?” “Everything an’ nothin’,” responded the old man. “ Toll tickets hain’t been a bit o’ good, so far as tracin’ calls is concerned. We're up against a queer bunch. These here millionaires want to be helped, but they don’t want to help. Pendleton Kirke knew more than he cared to tell, but he’s past helpin’ us. Willmer knows a lot, but ain't sayin’ a word. Only way to get any- thing out o’ him is to scare it out of him. He seems to scare easy. Young King is the nicest actin’ one of the lot, but he don’t This story began in the Argosy-Alistory Weekly for November 25 517 Gomichbooks.com