A steely-eyed private dick with an unshaven jaw of granite... a gat of dull gun-metal gray sags heavily under his armpit... he works the seamy underbelly of the city, coming up against squinty-eyed thugs, weasels who value human life less than the coins jingling in their pocket, and red-lipped bimbos with hot breath, wide eyes and long silky legs. The stories are hard, gritty and action-packed. They fairly scream, "pulp!" This was what Private Detective Stories offered beginning with its first issue in June of 1937. It came from the same publisher who brought you Blazing Western, Candid Detective, The Lone Ranger Magazine, Speed Adventure Stories and Speed Mystery. In all, 134 issues were published until the magazine closed in June of 1949. Private Detective Stories returns in these vintage pulp tales, reissued for today’s readers in electronic format.
Table of Contents:
Feature Novel — Complete in This Issue
Winner Take Nothing
by Roger Torrey
With all his weakness for women, Kent couldn’t go for this girl who was so indifferent to the torture-death of her own mother. He put her down as a lovely bum, and tried to forget her.
Novelettes and Short Stories
Blue Ribbon Murder
by Arthur Wallace
Why would her brother have killed Brenda? She was beautiful, and she was very wealthy, but she was much more than that.
Girl In Grave
by Tom B. Stone
Kati didn’t like funerals, particularly her own. But Kati knew the score, and Kati could take care of herself!
Death Dances On Dimes
as told to Laurence Donovan
She loved a thief and nothing would make her give him up — not even waking up with the corpse of the girl he was accused of murdering!
Enough To Convict
by Arthur Finch
There was no good reason for the girl’s denial that she knew Jeff. No good reason — unless she were involved in something criminal and dangerous!
Alibi De Luxe
by Malcolm Rose
The cops jumped to the conclusion that Penn had murdered the girl — but Bonner couldn’t agree. Then came the episode in the barroom, and Bonner was sure he was right.
Homicide On The Range
by George Shute
His health had been the occasion for his entering the forestry service — but he couldn’t see anything very healthy in caring for corpses or nursing, hysterical girls!
