The Corpse Factory
from the May 1938 issue of the Spider magazine
It was for the sake of a helpless orphan, whose mother had been slain, that Doc Turner set out to trap a murder-master who owned a factory that turned out corpses!
Terror’s Twilight Sleep
from the June 1938 issue of the Spider magazine
No horror had Doc Turner ever seen like the scheming brain bandit who plotted to make a fortune out of his victims' empty skulls — and who could only be stopped by a last-minute, furious attack from the ocean's watery grave!
Bargain Counter Corpse
from the August 1938 issue of the Spider magazine
Amongst the humble pushcarts moved the sinister stranger — until Doc Turner stepped in and saved his poverty-stricken neighbors from this star salesman of Satan, who peddled Death at bargain prices!
Torture on Morris Street
from the September 1938 issue of the Spider magazine
Doc Turner had utilized many unusual weapons in defending his beloved poor from the human vultures that preyed on them — but never before had he been called upon to wipe out a weird killer clique, when he was armed with nothing more formidable than a pinch of table salt!
The Witness From Hell
from the October 1938 issue of the Spider magazine
Into Doc Turner's drugstore staggered the haunted man who wanted to cheat Death. Doc, who had solved many problems for the oppressed, showed him how to do it — and, at the same time, teach a bitter lesson to the lawless legion that had condemned him to a living hell!
Corpses on Account
from the November 1938 issue of the Spider magazine
Silently, eerily, the procession of death filed past Doc Turner's door — and he who had so many times fought the battles of the poor, now must find the way to end a racket that got cash over the counter for its victims' corpses!
Death’s Wedding March
from the January 1939 issue of the Spider magazine
It was an odd matrimonial agency that had undertaken to make sweethearts of the rich and poor — and only old Doc Turner, who was the champion of the slums, knew that Cupid was no genial little love-god, but a match-making killer!
