Another Job for Homicide

C. K. M. Scanlon

Thrilling Detective , July, 1946

   

Gary Hammond tackles a clueless murder puzzle!

GARY HAMMOND of Homicide did not act or look like a first grade detective, but he was one of the best men on the New York Police Force. He was slender and dark and looked and dressed like a fairly successful young business man. He was polite to old ladies, kind to children, and tough on crooks.

Now he stood near the door of the living room of a Park Avenue apartment and watched the Homicide Squad at work. The police photographer had finished making angle shots of the corpse sprawled out on the oriental rug. Dr. Doyle, from the Medical Examiner's office, was tapping one foot impatiently as he waited for the chalk outline of the body to be made.

“He would die on a rug like this,” muttered the man with chalk. “It's like trying to make marks on seaweed or something.”

“Hurry up,” said Dr. Doyle impatiently. “I haven't got all day.” He glanced over at Hammond. “Who was he anyway?” he asked.

“Lowell Malden,” Hammond said. “Sportsman, man about town, and now he is just as dead as any other mackerel.”