Pulp Fiction, 1948 · page 126 of 132
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122.7 7 | FRANK GRUBER hand darted in, he whirled and came up. with a very efficient looking auto- matic. “Now,” he began. . : | That was the last word he ever spoke. The Navy Colt in Parker’s fist thundered and the .36 caliber bullet whacked into the smith’s head. Parker sprang around the counter and swooped down upon the open safe, hurdling the dead body of the gunsmith. He reached into the safe and took out a tin-box. A chagrined exclamation escaped his lips for the box contained only three one-dollar bills. . He stuffed the money in a pocket and came around the counter once more. “ He picked up the three boxes containing caps, powder cartridges and leaden balls and distributing them about his person left the gunsmith’s shop. At the elevator bank he pushed the down button. The light overhead showed ~ white and the elevator door opened. A. man stepped out and Parker took a backward step. It was the big man who claimed ownership of the Navy Colt. The elevator door clanged shut and the big man grinned wolfishly at Parker. “Nice going,” he said. “A couple more today and you'll equal my record at Centralia.” 3 | “Who are you?” Parker gasped hoarsely. “Don’t you know?” , “No, but I think—say, how’d you know what I just did?” “The same way I knew about what you did at your office, then at your rooming house. I was watching you—” 7 “But you couldn’t have!” | “Oh, but I could. And I'll be watching you right along. You’re pretty good— with my gun.” | a Parker reached under his coat and gripped the butt of the revolver. The big man held up his hand. “Save your powder; I’ve a proposition to make to you.” 3 “Talk fast,” said Parker. ‘“Talk fast, because I’m getting awfully fed up with you and—” | “Swell. I think you’ll’make a good partner. Now, listen, I’ve cased this layout and I think it’s a soft touch for two good men. We ought to get, mmm, thirty thousand.” : ous “Dollars?” : | “In good Federal notes. No Confederate stuff.” “Where is it?” The big man laughed. “Is it a deal?” EComichbooks:com ~