| [CANDIDATE FOR A COFFIN] | By T. W. Ford | 42 |
Wilson Lamb cuddled his automatic to play "Mr. Death" and fingered little Louis Engel for coffin cargo. But when he pulled the trigger, Whisper the gun-cobra from Chi spilled out of Doom's deck....
| [ONE HUNDRED BUCKS PER STIFF] | By J. Lloyd Conrich | 52 |
Mr. Peck was dead ... the papers said so. Yet Mr. Peck performed his own autopsy and saved eight men from death.
| [DEATH IS DEAF] | By Cliff Campbell | 60 |
Big Sid couldn't understand it, and he was a smart monkey. He had cased this job himself, personal. Had cooked up the scheme for pulling it off and had spent a good two weeks laying the groundwork. Yet here he was locked up in the county jail with the hot squat waiting to claim him....
| [THREE GUESSES] | By David Goodis | 65 |
Detective Frey came in and saw Duggin lying dead, and he figured he'd go out and do big things. He went out and threw his weight around. Doing big things? You figure that one out.
| [THE COP WAS A COWARD] | By Wilbur S. Peacock | 73 |
Johnny Burke had the making of a fine cop in him ... but there was something strange about Johnny Burke—something mighty strange.