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BG69: Cornered by Louis KingBlack Gat No.69

Originally published in 1958 by Ace books, Cornered is Louis King’s (1898–1962) only novel. Sometimes known as Lewis King, the author spent most of his career in film and television. Beginning as an actor during the silent era, King went on to direct westerns and adventure films, and transitioned to television in the 1950s directing episodes of Gunsmoke, Zane Grey, and Wild Bill Hickok. Although he directed a lot of westerns, he also had plenty of experience with detective pictures including three entries into the Bulldog Drummond series, and Charlie Chan in Egypt (as Luis King).

King’s familiarity with crime stories no doubt helped him craft a fast-paced, engaging novel for Ace. Steve Grogan is a tough, seasoned cop. He married well, and when his wife’s father died, she inherited a fortune. Fast forward a few more years, when she herself died after giving birth to a daughter, Betsy, and Grogan is left a widower, single father, and rich. He soon quits the force, but before leaving, vows to testify against gangman Marc Henderson. As our story opens Henderson is out to put an end to Grogan through assassination or kidnapping young Betsy to force the ex-cop from testifying. Grogan does his best disappearing act, but Henderson is smart, savvy, and resourceful. In short order, Grogan is cornered, with Henderson and his minions closing in for the kill.

Black Gat brings back buried treasure with Cornered. It’s a nonstop juggernaut with barely a moment spared to catch your breath.

Switcheroo by Emmett McDowellJaimie MacRae, operative of Gibbs & Stackpole, likes the detective melee so much he even reads those cheap PI paperbacks that were so popular in the 1950s. He is cocksure, tougher than chestnuts, and quick as a cat. His boss, Isaac Dunn, manager of the Louisville branch, assigns him a missing persons case. Amiel Warren, a crooked lawyer who represents “Little Steve” Hockmiller, wants the widow of Big Steve Hockmiller found—that would be Corinne Hockmiller.

Big Steve was a big-shot racketeer loaded with dough, clout, and territory. When he got clipped, Corinne got rich—and immediately disappeared. Meanwhile, the sharks are circling. They want to take over Big Steve’s racket, with Little Steve left to try and fill his father’s big-shot shoes.

MacRae’s task is simply to find the missing woman, but his search is quickly compromised. Somebody don’t like him nosing around in their playground.

The subplot of MacRae’s pushy/pull romance with co-worker Margaret Ives is dated and you end up wondering what the heck she sees in this gumshoe. No matter, the real action is in the chase. Switcheroo is a nicely plotted detective story, loaded with all the familiar elements of its ilk, and written with solid prose.

BG67: Vice Trap by Elliott GilbertA quintet of disparate misfits embark on a flimsy alliance to escape their busted lives and start anew just a few miles across the border in Mexico. Taking the lead is Nick Beiades, an ex-con who left his one-chance love, a bombshell named Lona, to our second fiddle Dave Madrid, a crooked cop who’s crafted a sure-fire bank job on “Fiesta Day.” The parade during the long Labor Day weekend will draw all the local’s attention, and Madrid himself will be on duty to ensure peace and order—far from the bank. Plus, it just so happens an armored car loaded with payroll dough is scheduled to unload at the bank that morning. Madrid’s plan is foolproof and to prove it, he partners with three fools: Nick, and his “associates” Sand-o and Graemie.

Gary Lovisi called it “a mini-masterpiece” of hard crime noir. It is that, and author Gilbert has plotted an excellent setup and storyline, infused with shady characters and suspicious agendas. It’s fast-paced and delivers more than a few knockouts. However, these attributes are marred slightly by Gilbert’s penchant for jargon, and him knowing more than his readers, which means readers have to wait for clarity.

This is Gilbert’s second crime book, written in the late 1950s. His favorite term seems to be “crut,” which I eventually figured out was not an f-bomb, but an s-bomb. There are more, but here’s another example:

“The other must be clouting Magallanes’ Dodge.”
“They’ll turn a spike outfit in it.”

“They” are cops. Clouting infers impounding, and the spike is a syringe, but these elements didn’t click at first glance. These uncertain moments are short-lived, but they break the fictive flow, taking you out of the story. Otherwise, Vice Trap fires on all available cylinders.

Day of the Outlaw by Lee WellsBlack Gat No. 66 January 2025

Accountant turned pulp fiction writer Lee Wells (1907–1982) began his writing career with short stories for pulp magazines until about 1940, when he switched his focus novels. He wrote mostly westerns, and this Black Gat reprint from 1955, may be his most famous one. It was filmed by André de Toth in 1959, starring Robert Ryan, Burl Ives, and Tina Louise.

Day of the Outlaw was Wells’ eleventh novel, so he was deep into the territory and packed in just about every conflict you can think of: man against man, man against nature, and man against himself. The friction starts between Blaise Starrett owner of the Star Ranch and his foreman Dan Murdock. Starrett has designs on his rival Hal Crane’s ranch, and presses Murdock to help him get it by any means possible. Add to that, they’re both smitten by Paula Preston, whose father runs the lumberyard in the town of Bitters, aptly named for both the weather it endures, and the drama that ensues as the novel’s title comes into play.

Jack Bruhn and his gang of nine, fresh off the trail with $50 Gs in loot, need a place to hide out for a short bit and the Wyoming Bar in Bitters looks to fit the bill. There is no law in Bitters, so Bruhn and his gang have no trouble confiscating all the weapons in town and taking over.

Meanwhile, a relentless rain leaves the streets and surrounding prairie a sucking slog that makes leaving or reaching the town from outside, impossible. The outlaws can relax, drink whiskey, play cards, and flirt with every young thing in their wake. Any posse that may be in pursuit can’t reach them, and they bide their time until the trail dries up a bit.

Tension mounts in every direction. Not all the outlaws are happy with their leader—or each other. The townsfolk want to fight back, but without weapons, feel miserable and helpless. Despite these stressors, romance blooms in several hearts, some real and some deceitful, some doubtful, and some unrequited.

The outlaws scour every home and business in the small town for guns. But they miss one, and spark the beginning of a counterattack. As tensions grow in every direction, there are fist fights and gun fights; and casualties. The action is frequent and raucous as Murdock, the story’s hero, frantically reaches for a foothold to turn things his way.

Wells revisits nearly every conflict he creates in an effort to increase the suspense and anxiety of his characters. Sometimes it works, but other times in slows the action a mite. Nevertheless, he’s written a kinetic wildfire about to ignite with the flick of a smoldering cigarette. Now, I’m anxious to see the movie.

Too Rich to Die by H. Vernor DixonToo Rich to Die by H. Vernor Dixon
Black Gat No. 65

A lousy first impression is a difficult smear to unsmirch. T. Howard Carleton makes a doozy in Chapter 1. Born fabulously rich, he’s shallow, callous, rude, and a mysogonist to boot. I got more than enough of him in the first 18 pages and almost had to bail. But Dixon knew what he was doing and spends the remaining 200+ pages churning things around. It isn’t so much that Carleton metamorphasizes into a butterfly; instead he finally figures out who he really is sans the baggage of ostentatious privilege.

The trigger is a nasty tryst Carleton tries to cap, waving a pistol at his latest conquest in hopes of scaring her off once and forever. Trouble is, he’s so drunk he passes out and can’t remember shooting her dead. Faced with an open-and-shut case, even opulence can’t compensate, he goes into hiding, fortuitously landing a cook’s job on a fishing boat that feeds the canneries in Monterey.

Dixon spent his life in California, eventually settling in Monterey, so he knew the territory well and cites numerous geographic points of interest in this and several of his other works.

Richboy/playboy Carleton takes on the alias Tom Howie, but is still plagued with a sort of death wish. His wealth has precluded him from any normal/genuine relationships, so he takes outrageous risks just so he can feel like he’s alive. And despite his reckless antics, his luck never fails. Hence the title: Too Rich to Die.

This is a marvelous character study, wrapped in a fast-moving adventure story. Howie/Carleton gets the most ink, but the skipper, Matt Radovich, the femme fatales, cousins Ginny and Gail Norton, and even the sardine king, Steve Moore, all get three dimensional treatment that get a little shallower by their role’s importance.

Unlike real life, people nearly always change in fiction, sometimes quite easily. Dixon does a good job with his lead, who slowly grows into the realization that most of the world isn’t black and white, but shades of gray. So his change seems more genuine than that born of crisis or epiphany.

This one has it all—crime, adventure, romance, action, suspense, and danger–all set aboard the churning tides of cannery row. Great, great fun.

BG64: Chartered Love by Conrad DawnThe introduction by Gary Lovisi explains this novel was originally published in 1961 by sleazehouse Novel Books (#3506); so you know going in to limit your expectations. Nonetheless, it has a lot going for it. Dawn apparently knew the territory of scavenger operations and treasure hunters, and sold me on the authenticity of his narrative. There is plenty of detail, clever twists, and plenty of action to keep you turning pages.

The aspect that keeps things tethered in the second-tier arena is lack of character development. The leads are moderately fleshed out, while the supporting cast is nothing more than roles with names. Skewed toward the male readers of its era, Captain Darrow is a borderline toxic macho-man and the love interest—and financier of the treasure hunt—Elizabeth McCain is likewise stereotroped into her shipboard attire and manner.

Not quite in the league of most of Black Gat’s earlier reprints, Chartered Love, is still worth a few hours of your reading time. It’s an exciting, adventurous treasure hunt told by an author who knows the ropes and the waves.

Wild by Gil BrewerPrivate Investigator Lee Baron relocates to his Florida past to take over his now deceased father’s one-man agency. He explains his approach to a couple of local cops who think he’s holding out on them:

“My old man was a lummox. He was a great guy, but he believed the book. Sometimes the book isn’t right. You go through life believing every word in the book, that’s all right. You live it your way. It’s not my way.” I stopped talking, and they didn’t speak. I said, “It’s not that I don’t want to come to you. You have facilities, means of operations I’ll never have. But I can’t always come to you.”

It’s an anemic explanation of Baron’s hardboiled detecting style, but then it wouldn’t be wild if it wasn’t.

In true 1958 PI rogue, an old flame walks into Baron’s office with a heap of trouble—most of it below her surface story—giving him just enough to set the hook. This is a juicy, messy, murder mystery with a cast of untrustables who leave more cuts than clues. The wild cover girl is one of two sisters, both hot, but one far reckless than the other. What begins as one sort of case soon reveals a more complex chain-of-trouble underlaid by a high-stakes robbery.

Gil Brewer was a top-tier paperback original author, and Wild is a worthy entry on his impressive bibliography of hits.

Black Gat 60: The Other Woman by Charles BurgessNeil Cowan is a happily married indie real estate broker and father of a five-year-old daughter. Emmaline Royal is the wife of one of the biggest operators on the western coast of Florida. She’s also the most beautiful woman Cowan has ever laid eyes on. When they meet over a real estate deal with her husband, she’s as stricken by Cowan as he is of her. Infidelity ensues.

Burgess delivers a riveting murder mystery that’s only waylaid for the novel’s three shag scenes. Great cast of flawed characters that includes a (refreshingly) competent police force whose number one murder suspect is Neil Cowan. Of course, Cowan lies and withholds evidence during their investigation, yet his actions seem reasonably rational, not simply convenient to the plot. A 5-star read, highly recommended, especially for fans of 1960s crime books.

Drink With the Dead by Jay FlynnBooze is big money, not only for the supply chain, but for Uncle Sam who collects premium excise taxes off each gallon sold. That’s why when counterfeit brand names start cutting into the market for the legitimate stuff, the Treasury Department takes particular notice.

The stuff in Drink With the Dead is good. Maybe near as good as the real thing. Based on the volume and quality there must be a major operation behind it—well funded and well hidden.

The Agent-In-Charge of the Treasury’s Alcohol and Tobacco Tax Unit for Northern California, Leonard Purvis, assigns John Levangie to find out who’s running it and where it’s located. Levangie poses as a newspaperman and begins asking questions. He has a photographic memory and keeps all his leads and evidence in his head. Trouble is, when he’s killed, he doesn’t leave any clues about what he’s learned.

His murder is covered up and ruled an accidental death by the local authorities. The boss, Purvis, ain’t buying it, and sends in Konrad Jensen to investigate both Levangie’s death and the agent’s original assignment. Jensen poses as a private operator hired by Levangie’s kinfolk to disprove or validate the official accidental death finding.

Jensen is a tough, live wire who leads with aggression and apologizes not at all. He soon embroils himself in the action, and trouble ensues as the pages zip by. Jensen makes good progress, but only through considerable wear-and-tear and high-stakes endangerment. There’s a woman too, and she’s a doozy.

John M. Flynn, writing as Jay Flynn, delivers a fast-paced espionage mystery. Its protagonist is not unlike its author according to Flynn’s biography, written by Bill Pronzini for mysteryfile.com—and Pronzini knew the guy.

Bait by William VanceMelody Frane had it all, and she had nothing. She was strikingly beautiful, seventeen, and dirt poor; wandering from town to town working the fields under the tutelage of her drunken, promiscuous mother. Not a promising future.

She catches the eye of every man that ogles her. Two of them change the course of her life. Millionaire Harry Ransome seduces her with the promise of the good life—education, steady meals, clothes, travel, and money. But it’s a deal with the devil. Ransome wants Melody not only for his own amusement, but as bait to get what he wants from the men who can deliver it. And Melody is gullible and confused enough to allow him to use her.

The second beau, Kenney Ward, flies a private plane for Ransome. He wants Melody too, but in light of the life she’s living, can he stick by her? Can he provide a way out of her degradation?

Bait is a heartrending tale of a young woman coming of age in poverty, exploited by the only asset she controls—herself. William Vance writing as George Cassidy, lingers long enough on the sex in Bait to classify it as a sleaze novel; but the majority of its pages rise above that label to offer a stark portrait of an impoverished life with few prospects.