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Murder From The East

by Carroll John Daly

"The incomparably hard-boiled, bone-crushing, fast shooting Race Williams." -- ERLE STANLEY GARDNER.

This is an out-and-out fast action thriller by an author whose previous yarns have raised the hair and chilled the spines of even the most blood thirsty mystery fans. Adventure -- intrigue -- hard sleek villains -- beautiful women -- and a hero who is really tough. Race Williams can shoot circles around any man you ever read about.

If you want a story you don't have to think about -- one that will take you by the scruff of the neck and pull you along without a break -- this is it.

Anyone who read paper back magazines when he was a kid and hid them, only to catch the old man reading them later -- and who hasn't? -- will be eternally grateful if you give him this.


Blood and Thunder

Scene: Information Booth, Grand Central Station, New York City.
Time: 5:00 p.m. Rush hour.
The Speaker: RACE WILLIAMS

He was there. Feet scraped to a stop behind me, a hand rested on my shoulder and I was swung around. Hard, cold eyes looked into mine, colorless lips curved slightly, even teeth showed in a broad mouth, and a low ominous voice spoke.

"I just wanted to be sure that both your hands were occupied and that you were Race Williams. So-take that!"

His right hand, that was under his jacket, flashed into view. For a moment the hard square surface of a black automatic showed; jerked up so that I looked right down the blue barrel of a German Luger.

Hard, red knuckles tightened and showed white. And-- and I shot him five times. Five times smack in the stomach, before he could ever squeeze that trigger.

Surprized? He was amazed. At least, he should have been. Anyway, he was dead--deader than hell before he folded up and sat down on the floor.

A woman with a young child, who might have stretched out her hand and touched my arm, simply looked down at the fallen body, grasped the child's hand and moved leisurely away. A middle-aged woman fainted and flopped. A dignified gray-haired man wiped his forehead and said, "Dear me. Dear me."


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Quantity in Stock: 18

Format: Paperback
312 Pages
First Published: 1935

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