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From: The Shadow, Murder Every Hour, 6/1/35



Kitchen Trap

by Roswell Brown





Grace Culver could handle a gun - but when it came to kitchen tactics, she

was a whiz with frying pan and rolling-pin!

Something was wrong. Very wrong! It was written all over "Big Tim"

Noonan's rugged face, as he walked slowly into the office of his own detective

agency and closed the door behind him. His gray eyes were bleak. The lines

slanting down from the corners of his mouth had deepened to two gashes in his

leathery skin.

At her desk in the corner, his red-headed secretary glanced up quickly. At

another desk, nearer the window, his young assistant pushed back a mess of

finger-print data with a low whistle.

Both of them shot the same question, in almost the same breath, at the tall

man in the doorway. "Tim-what---"

"Say, where's the funeral?"

Without answering, Noonan jerked the battered fedora from his gray head,

jammed it on its customary hook, hung up his overcoat beside it. His movements

were stiff, mechanical. He swung across the office slowly, his big frame moving

more heavily than was its habit. He sank into the swivel chair at his own desk

with a soft grunt. Staring at the stack of mail on his blotter, he replied to their questions.

His voice was gruffly monotonous.