Hooded Detective, Volume III No. 2, January, 1942

Hooded Detective, Volume III No. 2, January, 1942
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Various. Hooded Detective, Volume III No. 2, January, 1942

THE WHISPERING EYE

CHAPTER I. Rob And Kill

CHAPTER II. Secret Traffic

CHAPTER III. Haven Of The Hunted

CHAPTER IV. Live Steam

CHAPTER V. The Brand Of Light

CHAPTER VI. The Lady In White

CHAPTER VII. The Trail Of The Beam

CHAPTER VIII. The Forces Of Evil

CHAPTER IX. Alias, The Corpse

CHAPTER X "Stop, Murderer!"

CHAPTER XI. The Frame Complete

CHAPTER XII. Black Light

CANDIDATE FOR A COFFIN

ONE HUNDRED BUCKS PER STIFF

DEATH IS DEAF

THREE GUESSES

THE COP WAS A COWARD

THE STRANGE CASE OF WILLIAM LONG

A DINNER DATE WITH MURDER

ARTISTIC MURDERS MISFIRE

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That night, the sounds that came from the metal stamping plant of Weedham Industries, Incorporated, might have been prophetic of the immediate and ugly future, for they were like the rattle of machine guns. But Joseph, keeper of the south gate, was blissfully ignorant of a Thompson gun and its deadly chatter, so that he drew no such comparison. His only worry at the time lay in the dark sky above and the blue-white stabs of lightning that promised an electrical storm.

He hated storms. Probably he hated the idea of being murdered, or would have if it ever occurred to him. But then he didn't know that he was going to be murdered, and he did know it was going to storm. The thunder was the tocsin of the storm, but those who came to rob and kill moved unheralded in swift silence.

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"And when we do – " the killer drew a line across his throat with his forefinger. Then he turned and walked away from the bushes.

Delancy's moon face disappeared in the foliage. Only his hard little eyes glittered in the shadows. Beside him, patiently silent, was Squid Murphy. Murphy was motionless except for his twitching left eyelid. Murphy was manning the Colt Monitor rifle, the kind of gun the G-men used to death-drill the armor plate cars the mobsters sometimes used. Tonight the weapon was in other hands.

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