Dealer in Human Parts

Thrilling Mystery, January 1940 The Man Was Dead— But There Were Fresh Footprints of Ghastly Horror In the Snow! THE street lights were burning early tonight. A moist snow drifted down through the gloom, but only in isolated spots did the prints of human feet break the white surface that covered the sidewalks of Iron City. The courthouse reared upward, blackened with age. The clock in the tower was entirely lost in the falling snow, and only one window among the hundreds showed a light. Inside, the big building was deserted. The corridors were in darkness. The marble floor gleamed faintly