South Sea Steel E-Book

Carroll John Daly

• Herausgeber: Black Mask
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Race Williams is in Honolulu for a little R&R. Whether it be the eloquent “waxing” of a fat and florid businessman or the devil-may-care attitude of Williams, the Confidential Agent purchases a ticket to go traipsing around the Pacific on a little trader that beat its way from island to island. Before he can get aboard and enjoy his vacation, Williams finds himself rescuing a fleeing woman from the knife’s edge, putting her attacker down easily. Yet, before Race can turn and ask if she’s okay, the dame disappears. With no dog in this fight, Williams runs from the scene, too, leaving the bleeding man to fend for himself. How bad could things get for a man who was looking for rest and seclusion? Story #12 in the Race Williams series. Carroll John Daly (1889–1958) was the creator of the first hard-boiled private eye story, predating Dashiell Hammett's first Continental Op story by several months. Daly's classic character, Race Williams, was one of the most popular fiction characters of the pulps, and the direct inspiration for Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer.

Leseprobe

South Sea Steel

Race Williams book #12

A Black Mask Classic

by

Carroll John Daly

Black Mask

Copyright Information

© 2017 Steeger Properties, LLC. Published by arrangement with Steeger Properties, LLC, agent for the Estate of Carroll John Daly.

Publication History:

“South Sea Steel” originally appeared in the May 1926 issue of Black Mask magazine.

No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the publisher.

“Race Williams” is a trademark of the Estate of Carroll John Daly. “Black Mask” is a trademark of Steeger Properties, LLC, and registered with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office.

South Sea Steel

Chapter 1

He was little and florid and fat and fifty. This was the third time he had picked on me just after dinner. But he knew Honolulu, the Hawaiian Islands, and waxed enthusiastic over the beauties of the distant islands of the South Seas. Although you wouldn’t connect romance with his hanging jowls and bulging eyes, he got his stuff over like a real estate agent.

He wanted something, of course. He’d blow up like a Roman candle when he heard the truth. I wasn’t in Honolulu on business; simply pleasure. Had he found out who I was? Not from the register of the hotel—I didn’t sign my full name. R. Williams, Esq., was how I was traveling. Few would connect that up with Race Williams, Confidential Agent, way down here in Hawaii.

But he could talk on the beauties of those islands of the South Seas. I got to admit that I had it in my mind to visit them, but it would take time and money—and while I had plenty of time, there wasn’t the money to hire a yacht and do the thing right.