DOUBLE CHOCOLATE

by Roswell Brown. Originally Published in The Shadow, December 1, 1934. Gangster guns killed Grace Culver's father, but they could not kill the detective spirit which was a part of the Culver blood! "And the double chocolate soda goes where?" the blonde waitress demanded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other with a swinging movement of the hips. She balanced a trayful of soda and shortcake expertly, her china blue eyes staring off into the distance. Grace Culver had been making a snake out of the paper wrapper from her soda straw. She looked up quickly, with a gleam in her eyes as Continue reading

THE ZOMBIE'S HAND

by Roswell Brown. Originally Published as "Hit the Baby" in The Shadow, February 15, 1936. Grace "Redsie" Culver learns of love and murder under the dark menace of zombies and demon visitations! "Blue Monday?" The redhead yawned, stretched, looked up from her desk in the quiet office of the Noonan Detective Agency. "Who started that whoop-de-da about Mondays being blue? You got a whole new week's work ahead of you on a Monday morning. Saturdays, it's all over. Nothing but a picnic in the country or washing out your stockings to look forward to." Young, good-looking Jerry Riker straightened Continue reading

THE ZOMBIE'S HAND

by Roswell Brown. Originally Published as "Hit the Baby" in The Shadow, February 15, 1936. Grace "Redsie" Culver learns of love and murder under the dark menace of zombies and demon visitations! "Blue Monday?" The redhead yawned, stretched, looked up from her desk in the quiet office of the Noonan Detective Agency. "Who started that whoop-de-da about Mondays being blue? You got a whole new week's work ahead of you on a Monday morning. Saturdays, it's all over. Nothing but a picnic in the country or washing out your stockings to look forward to." Young, good-looking Jerry Riker straightened Continue reading

RED IS FOR FOX

by Roswell Brown. Originally Published in the Shadow March 1, 1935. Red is for fox and for Grace Culver, the red-headed detective hound who is smart enough to trap him! The girl with red hair sucked up the last of a double chocolate soda through soggy straws, and grunted regretfully at the hollow sound of air replacing creamy liquid at the bottom openings of the two stems. Above the drug store counter, an electric clock pointed to twenty-seven minutes after twelve. Her sherry-colored eyes watching the thin, crimson second-indicator slide quickly around the numbered circle. Miss Culver of the Continue reading

KITCHEN TRAP

by Roswell Brown. Originally Published in The Shadow June 1 1935. Grace Culver could handle a gun - but when it came to kitchen tactics, she was a whiz with frying pan and rolling-pin! Something was wrong. Very wrong! It was written all over "Big Tim" Noonan's rugged face, as he walked slowly into the office of his own detective agency and closed the door behind him. His gray eyes were bleak. The lines slanting down from the corners of his mouth had deepened to two gashes in his leathery skin. At her desk in the corner, his red-headed secretary glanced up quickly. At another desk, nearer the Continue reading