Masters of Noir, Volume 1
Lawrence Block, Mickey Spillane, Ed McBain, Jonathan Craig, Gil Brewer, Richard S. Prather, Henry Kane, Fletcher Flora, Bruno Fi
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A walk on the wild side! In this series of collections of gritty Noir and Hardboiled stories, you'll find some of the best writers of the craft writing in their prime. The following stories are included in this first volume of Masters of Noir: IDENTITY UNKNOWN by JONATHAN CRAIG, THE GIRL BEHIND THE HEDGE by MICKEY SPILLANE, CARRERA'S WOMAN by ED McBAIN writing as RICHARD MARSTEN, BUTCHER by RICHARD S. PRATHER, LOOK DEATH IN THE EYE by LAWRENCE BLOCK, ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON by GIL BREWER, FRAME by FRANK KANE, DOUBLE by BRUNO FISCHER, and AS I LIE DEAD by FLETCHER FLORA.
IDENTITY UNKNOWN by JONATHAN CRAIG was first published in Manhunt, August 1954.
THE GIRL BEHIND THE HEDGE by MICKEY SPILLANE was first published in Manhunt, October 1953.
CARRERA'S WOMAN by ED McBAIN writing as RICHARD MARSTEN was first published in Manhunt, Febuary 1953.
BUTCHER by RICHARD S. PRATHER was first published in Manhunt, June 1954.
LOOK DEATH IN THE EYE by LAWRENCE BLOCK was first published in Saturn Web Detective Story Magazine, April 1959.
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON by GIL BREWER was first published in Manhunt, January 1957.
FRAME by FRANK KANE was first published in Manhunt, December 1954.
DOUBLE by BRUNO FISCHER was first published in Manhunt, June 1954.
AS I LIE DEAD by FLETCHER FLORA was first published in Manhunt, Febuary 1953.
old-fashioned way." Julia said nothing. They drove on home. "Hurry up and change,” Harper said from the bathroom. “What you wearing?" His wife did not reply. Something thumped downstairs. “Hope she's not in the God damned lunch,” Harper said. “You got it all packed, didn't you?" "Yes, Dell." Harper came into the bedroom. “Guess I'll wear these old suntans." "Why don't you wear shorts?" He ignored her, climbing into the tan khaki trousers. He was tall and boney, with reddish-brown hair
happen,” he said. His voice was shaky, as if it wouldn't take much to get him bawling. "What's your name?” I asked again. "Ted,” he said. “Ted Wimmer." "Why'd you want to look at that girl, Ted?" "I—I read about it in the newspapers, and I—I just had to see her again, that's all." "Did you kill her, Ted?" "No! God, no, mister!" "What was your interest in her?" "She—well, we were going together. I—" "What's her name?" "Grace Knight.” He seemed to be pulling himself together. “But she
out on the lake, rose and dipped on a slight swell. Grandfather rode it easily, still resting. "He just sits,” I said bitterly. “He'll be sitting forever." Her head fell back slowly until it was resting on my shoulder, and her golden hair was hanging down my back, and I could look down along the slim arch of her throat into the small valley of shadow under the white band she wore. Behind dark glass, her lids lowered, and she looked dreamily through slits into the brash blue of the sky.
saying, “Well. Mr. Wren. Your neighborliness is appreciated, but it comes a little late. I'm returning to town tonight." "I know,” I said. “Cindy's home packing." "Yes? I still have mine to do. I know you'll understand." "Sure. I'll only stay a minute. I was just sitting here admiring your view. You could improve it, you know, by having the trees cut off that little peninsula. If you had the trees cut down, you could see our place across the lake. You could even see the beach and the raft."
meet you, too. I can tell you this ... she's never been outside as much as since you've been here." His eyes lit up boyishly. “Really, Dunc. Do you think so?" "I think so. I can assure you of this, too. If she does seem to like you it's certainly for yourself alone." As crudely as the barb was placed, it went home. Walter never so much as glanced at me. He was lost in thought for a long time, then: “I'm going over there now, Duncan. I'm crazy about that girl. By God, I'll marry her if it's the