Total Pulp Experience. These exciting pulp adventures have been beautifully reformatted for easy reading as an eBook and features every story, every editorial, and every column of the original pulp magazine.
As the magazine title promised, each issue of this pulp contained two complete and unedited detective novels. Fiction House publishers, through their Real Adventures Publishing imprint, bought up the reprint rights to detective books that had already seen publication in hardback book form, a practice which allowed them to obtain the previously-printed books much cheaper. Radio's famous "Mr. and Mrs. North" detective series began as a series of print books, six of which appeared in the Two Complete Detective Books magazine. The first of Two Complete Detective Books was released in the Winter 1939 issue. Two complete books for a quarter was quite a bargain, and the magazine was popular with customers. It lasted for 76 issue, and printed the final magazine in its run with the Spring 1954 issue. Two Complete Detective Books returns in vintage pulp tales, reissued for today’s readers in electronic format.
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Shoes For My Love
By Jean Leslie
Any landlord will tell you what to do when you hear a shot. Barry Barlow knew — but the minute he plunged into the room and saw that red-haired lovely with the smoking gun, he tore up the rules and wrote some new ones. For in that instant he knew two things: He loved her, and she was not guilty. But she was a perfect pigeon and the Frisco cops would dust off the chair for her in jig time. So Barry got her out and away, only to lose her in that Golden Gate fog. As he blundered and sweated through the terror-haunted mist, he became grimly aware that there was more than the Law dogging his stumbling trail... There was something else, killing as it came, and coldly indifferent whether it caught Barry first — or the red-topped wench whose panic-jumbled brain held a ghastly secret!
Where’s Mr. Chumley?
By Seldon Truss
Fourteen times the saintly little curate had presented himself at that mysterious villa outside the old English market town. Once more — the fifteenth try — he went to make his routine parish call. And disappeared! Mrs. Letts, who looked after him like a mother, began wondering. Charles Danny, who owned this suddenly forbidding house and wanted very much to get rid of its strange tenants so he could give his bride a home, Charles got nervous. Constable Midgely, who took a fierce pride in Cornbridge’s behavior, began asking questions. And then Scotland Yard sat up — Mr. Chumley was not the first disappearance somehow connected with a certain rather disagreeable gentleman. In fact, a definitely sinister picture was emerging, positively studded with unpleasant gaps in the population. And the only person who knew where Mr. Chumley was, was keeping it a deep secret — very deep!
