With murder — or worse — in his little black bag he roamed the underworld — the timid little salesman of eternity who gagged at killing — yet killed for a...
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Marriage wasn’t for her; she was happy with her career and her secluded retreat. But if one man believed her, another...
The incredible words in the diary stood — clearly accusing: Last night I sharpened the kitchen knives for her. When I finished the largest carving knife she took it and held it so tightly her knuckles showed white. “This is my pet,” she said....
At last.
They were alone... with plumbers, carpenters, plasterers — and a bulldozer in the...
Last Sunday’s bull had been bad, but it was the thought of the coining Sunday which made jelly of Pablo’s...
I’m a card cop. I can spot a shark’s trick after one hand... then I ran into ordinary citizen Carl Breton. With him I had to first meet his...
To the tough tax man the lovely widow was fair game. But he scented money — not...
Nowhere this year, we think, will anybody come across a sweeter, gentler, more enchanting short story. This is for reading now — this afternoon or tonight BY JOHN D....
They had him on the spot, this clean, big boy who knew his day in the ring had passed and wanted to hang up his gloves. But Big John had one friend who wouldn’t hesitate to match a rotten deal with equally shady trickery to right a...
His death was a thin red line on a chart… not a gun, not poison, but simply the cold, errorless science of the doomsday men. And even as he prepared to fight it. Larkin knew grimly that — for him — there was no escape in this...