Avon Fantasy Reader No. 7 — page 127: what you’re looking at

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

All right, keep it. I’ve got a six-shooter of my own. We may have to use guns, but you’re not afraid of that. They can’t hang you any deader for more. And you can do a lot of traveling with fifteen thousand dollars.” Fifteen, thought John Parker. Thirty thousand—and one extra bullet. At precisely twelve noon of that day, John Parker had quailed under -the wn of Wilton, the office manager of the Arthur Grain Company. Now, n hours later, Parker was reading the evening edition of the morning news- aper. A headline screamed at him: 4 KILLER ‘TERRORIZES CITY _ And in smaller headlines: he eee : Bookkeeper Runs Amok. Shoots. At Employer, Kills One Policeman, ounds Another and Murders Gunsmith. Most Dangerous Killer in Annals Police History. — oe ern The big man, who said his name was Howard, touched John Parker’s arm. \ll right, we’d better get started. But I’m warning you, it’s going to be close. It you haven’t got the nerve—” _ Parker tossed the newspaper out of the car window. “Let's gol” _ He stepped on the starter and as the motor roared, shifted into low. It was a big, powerful car. Parker had picked it out on Michigan Boulevard. He shifted into second and zoomed up West Adams Street. “ae They crossed the river and turned left into Canal Street, Parker found a rking place by a fire hydrant and stopped the car. He locked the ignition and ut the key in his pocket where he could get it quickly. Be “Now, we'll see who’s got the nerve,” he said to his companion, Both got out of the car and walked across the street to the huge railroad terminal. They entered and walked briskly up a ramp into the giant waiting = room. | “Take a look around, SS Re — 2 way when we’re finished and there are so many doors—” | — “T know this place as well as my own room,” Parker said and then wondered if he had really known his room at all. Howard had made a rather easy get- "away from it that afternoon. | _ They approached the ticket windows, but when they reached them made a larp right turn and went to a door, marked private. Howard rapped on the oor with his knuckles. | ; suggested Howard. “We’ve got to head the right COMIEGEIOOKSAGO im