The Super-Devil E-Book

Carroll John Daly

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The mean streets have never been so divided, nor so willing, to pay Race Williams for his services. So when private investigators start turning up dead in Coburn, and a dirty gangster warns him not to go, Williams is only too curious to find out what’s amuck in the city. Yet, Race Williams doesn’t work for free, and his services follow the highest bidder. With two warring sides willing to offer him any amount for a job, Williams must walk a thin line to avoid upsetting the wrong man and keep his head on a swivel to avoid being the next to get taken out. Story #14 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

The Super-Devil

Race Williams book #14

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:

“The Super-Devil” originally appeared in the August 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.

The Super-Devil

Chapter 1

This lad walked into my office almost on my heels and before I even had time to get a slant at the morning mail. As he closed the door behind him I stepped to the window and threw it open. He was no doubt used to himself, but I wasn’t. He should have been arrested for vagrancy. From his checked cap, down over his dirty gray sweater to the shabby spats above his shoes, he was the typical East-side gangster. His face was bushy but you couldn’t rightly call it whiskers. Just a mat it was, and if he didn’t state his business quick I’d be apt to wipe my feet on it. His was a breed I didn’t fancy.

“Howdy, Race Williams.” He was one of these friendly guys; smiled with his lips, his green teeth being too busy chewing the mangled end of a badly rolled cigarette. “You don’t know me, maybe.”