Masters of Noir, Volume 4

Masters of Noir, Volume 4

Lawrence Block, Mickey Spillane, Jonathan Craig, David Alexander, Harry Whittington, William Campbell Gault, Richard S. Prather,

Language: English

Pages: 120

ISBN: 2:00059674

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


This anthology features some of the most famous authors writing at the peak of their careers! Volume four of Master of Noir has the following ten great stories: THE PICKPOCKET by MICKEY SPILLANE, I DON'T FOOL AROUND by LAWRENCE BLOCK, MAN WITH A SHIV by RICHARD WORMSER, THE FLOATER by JONATHAN CRAIG, SWAMP SEARCH by HARRY WHITTINGTON, FACE OF EVIL by DAVID ALEXANDER, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF by WILLIAM CAMPBELL GAULT, THE FAST LINE by ART CROCKETT, CRIME OF PASSION by RICHARD S. PRATHER, and LUST SONG by STUART FRIEDMAN

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First Publications
THE PICKPOCKET by MICKEY SPILLANE first appeared in Manhunt, December 1954.
I DON'T FOOL AROUND by LAWRENCE BLOCK first appeared in Trapped Detective Story Magazine, February 1961.
MAN WITH A SHIV by RICHARD WORMSER first appeared in Manhunt, December 1956.
THE FLOATER by JONATHAN CRAIG first appeared in Manhunt, January 1955.
SWAMP SEARCH by HARRY WHITTINGTON first appeared in Murder, July 1957.
FACE OF EVIL by DAVID ALEXANDER first appeared in Manhunt, January 1957.
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF by WILLIAM CAMPBELL GAULT first appeared in Murder, July 1957.
THE FAST LINE by ART CROCKETT first appeared in Manhunt, December 1956.
CRIME OF PASSION by RICHARD S. PRATHER first appeared in Manhunt, December 1954.
LUST SONG by STUART FRIEDMAN first appeared in Manhunt, December 1956.

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notice the Principal Keeper says that food costs went up three percent in the last year." "Yeah?" "I went over to the library and looked it up. Overall food costs in the country went up eight percent. Instead of apologizing, the prison can claim an actual reduction in costs of five percent." The P.K. looked pleased. But he hated to be nice to anyone. “Yeah?” he said. “I can claim it, but can I make it stick?" "I want to make a chart on it. A graph." "Hey, that's all right. Yeah, you do

time for me to be sane. I was staying at this here party. If L. Franklin didn't like it, I'd sock him again. I started after Elaine. Outside, somebody was pouring water on L. Franklin. Among other things Elaine had told me that the crux of the party was closer to the beach, about twenty or thirty yards back of the house. She was out of sight, so I headed toward the ocean, following the path. All you had to do was follow the noise. Mixed in with the whooping was music, Hawaiian music. In a minute

and senseless. “Naughty big old Daddy Lover ... “ She got to her feet, kicked his hand from her ankle and danced away. She came within reach, teased him with her toe, jumped clear again. “Want it bad?" "Please ... “ She touched the dimple in her chin. “Devil's in me. I set out for you, old man. My maw always said if an old man scowl at a purty young girl it ain't natural; he's fightin’ off young-man ideas and bound to lose and watch out. I been watchin’ the fierce way you look at me. Promise

scowling in a corner of the kitchen. Hugh ignored her. “I want my pay plus pay for the use of my wife." "I swear nothing's happened." "If you're the one who ain't had her, no charge. Otherwise, kindly add twenty-five.” He spun, red-faced and furious and shouted at her, “Cents!” He turned, wiped at the sudden tears in his eyes. “Now will you please pay me my money so I can get the hell away from here?" Deena May and Barton stood in the same room, not looking at each other. They listened after

“C'mon, you get up and dance that cute way you do, big old Daddy Lover." He sat up and got up and began to lift his knees and wag his rump and he heard his voice croaking, “Cha cha cha-tiyata—cha ta cha—” And then he caught sight of himself in the old bureau mirror, like a grotesque, mindless performing animal. He stopped and stared at that beautiful fire burning him to death and he knew he had to put out that fire to save himself. At last he lay quietly, an old man in his bed. But his bony

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