The Super-Devil: Race Williams #14 (Black Mask)
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Carroll John Daly (1889–1958) was the creator of the first hard-boiled private eye story, predating Dashiell Hammett's first Continental Op story by several months. Daly's classic character, Race Williams, was one of the most popular fiction characters of the pulps, and the direct inspiration for Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer.
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The Super-Devil - Carroll John Daly
The Super-Devil
Race Williams book #14
A Black Mask Classic
by
Carroll John Daly
Black Mask
Copyright Information
© 2017 Steeger Properties, LLC. Published by arrangement with Steeger Properties, LLC, agent for the Estate of Carroll John Daly.
Publication History:
The Super-Devil
originally appeared in the August 1926 issue of Black Mask magazine.
No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Race Williams
is a trademark of the Estate of Carroll John Daly. Black Mask
is a trademark of Steeger Properties, LLC, and registered with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office.
The Super-Devil
Chapter 1
This lad walked into my office almost on my heels and before I even had time to get a slant at the morning mail. As he closed the door behind him I stepped to the window and threw it open. He was no doubt used to himself, but I wasn’t. He should have been arrested for vagrancy. From his checked cap, down over his dirty gray sweater to the shabby spats above his shoes, he was the typical East-side gangster. His face was bushy but you couldn’t rightly call it whiskers. Just a mat it was, and if he didn’t state his business quick I’d be apt to wipe my feet on it. His was a breed I didn’t fancy.
Howdy, Race Williams.
He was one of these friendly guys; smiled with his lips, his green teeth being too busy chewing the mangled end of a badly rolled cigarette. You don’t know me, maybe.
Maybe—I don’t.
I slid upwind from him. His face was familiar perhaps—but then, you could drag a net through the back alleys of New York City and catch yourself a hundred just like him. It was his hands that I watched.
Ya did me a good turn oncet. Ya wouldn’t remember it now.
A dirty hand waved aside my unspoken question. I’ve come to pay ya back.
He smacked his lips before he spoke again, leaving the butt sticking to his upper lip. You’re booked for a slow ride.
And this time his words were very confidential and shot through the side of his mouth.
Any particulars—any certain person?
That I was open season for a flock of gunmen and many dicks, was no news.
That ain’t the lay.
He shook his head sadly. Maybe I won’t name no particular person, but I’ll give you some particular advice. There’s a town ya want to erase from your visiting list—Coburn, New York.
Rat-like eyes narrowed suddenly. Was he studying me or marking me?
But I didn’t have time to make a study of his features. His right hand shot against his sweater and beneath his shining blue coat. Man! he was as near death as he had ever been and as white as he could get under the conditions. Both our hands shot up together. I was looking at a newspaper in his hand, but he was looking down the muzzle of my forty-four.
His head jerked back and his left hand jumped before his face. For once he was being natural.
For my part, I felt a little foolish and a little mad. But I made no apology, nor gave any explanation as I parked my gun. He licked his lips, jerked his fingers under his neck-band—but said nothing. I learned little from that movement, except that his neck hadn’t been washed for years. The hand that held the newspaper trembled and the skin cracked, showing tiny lines of white. He was the typical killer. Given a gun and a chance to use it, he was the devil among the tailors—but when it was the other way around he was just a plain rat.
I glanced down at the headlines of a column that was marked with red ink.
"Another Detective Mysteriously Slain in Coburn.
Lawson Adams, of Chicago, head of the well-known agency which bears his name, found brutally hacked—
His thumb covered the harrowing details, and when he spoke now he kept one eye on me and one on the door. The gun gone, he was feeling a bit more cockey.
You have read of this before?
He gave that unmistakable switch to his trousers that comes with nerves.
I never read the comics.
I shook my head. Then more seriously, for there was no humor to this lad, What’s the game?
You ain’t been asked to take a trip to Coburn?
He jerked his head up at me.
Maybe not.
He could think that one over, though I had never heard of Coburn.
Don’t go—that’s my warning to you. Not that you’d ever get there. But let me know that you won’t go. A word to me on that score will—well—we all like to live—
He got that last off in a deep, warning voice.
You’ve been reading the obituary columns.
I shook a finger at him. And you won’t be the first man who held the hopes of seeing Williams figure prominently under the W’s. Do you warn me for another or is the threat personal?
He sort of straightened before he spoke, and there was a certain pride in his voice.
I’ve been dragged in twicet for a bit of killin’.
His eyes brightened with fond memory. Oncet I done a long stretch—the second time a guy with a pull had me sprung. I’ve been offered somethin’ to come here and warn ya. If you tell me you won’t be takin’ any upstate trip, it’s jake by me. If you don’t—and I get the office—well—I know where there’s one grand for the man that blows you over.
Very pretty.
I couldn’t help but smile. Here was this bird threatening me, and all the time he was making it clear with his hands that he had no intention of pulling a gun. This might be deep, and again it might be just some threat of a cheap gun
I had given a ride. Still, it was getting tiresome, and the thing was anything but new to me.
Listen, Dirty-Neck.
And I laid a finger so hard against his chest that his eyes popped. You’ve been paid to come here, and I wouldn’t stand in the way of your earning an honest dollar. Go and tell the lad who sent you that I was scared stiff, and collect. After that, keep your face closed or someone will pat it with a shovel.
Not elegant, perhaps, but it would be classical to him.
You’re a quick shot, Mr. Williams—none quicker. That’s not denied. But a bullet in the back of the head—
and he hunched his shoulders.
All right.
I was through with him. Have it your own way. You’ve been offered money to get me, or frighten me, or both. Now—out! You’ve smelled up this office long enough.
My hand shot out, twisted him around—and the next minute he was picking ’em up and putting ’em down as I ran him to the elevator.
It couldn’t have been planned better if we’d had a dress rehearsal. There was a nice, well-polished hall from my door to the elevator, and he took it on the slide. A light flashed as the elevator stopped—the door opened and I let Dirty-Neck go. Just as his feet shot up, a man stepped from the elevator, caught the full force of the would-be assassin, and sitting on his chest rode back into the car with him. Two birds with one stone was right. The man coming from the elevator was a life insurance agent who, not knowing I was a bad risk, had bothered me for months.
I was whistling softly as I stepped