EVEN THOUGH WE FIRST encountered our author just about three years ago, we haven't been able to find out anything about him since.
"The Hammerless Heater."
By Rodney Worth (?-?).
First appearance: Ten Detective Aces, January 1948.
Short short short story (3 pages).
"He knew he had forgotten something, but he just couldn't put his finger on it."
It would be more accurate to say that he couldn't put his thumb on it . . . .
"He dug his hand into his coat pocket and brought out two identical automatics."
"A shadowy figure appeared, outlined against the sky. And then another. He raised his gun."
~ The desk sergeant:
"Yeh, those German Sauers are nice little rods."
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The next story doesn't seem to be available online anywhere; as soon as it is we'll supply a link:
By Rodney Worth (?-?).
First appearance: 10-Story Detective, October 1947.
Short short story (7 pages).
"This rod may look small, but I can put five bullets just a little smaller than .22’s in your face before you could move two feet."
A police detective is certain he knows whodunit, but there's a snag. He already has motive and opportunity, natch, but it's the means that's proving hard to nail down, since the murder weapon is not only unique but also, as our detective suspects, it's likely that the cunning killer has already destroyed it . . .
Comment: With its humorous buddycop dynamic working for it, this efficient little police procedural wouldn't have been out of place as a Dragnet episode, either radio or TV.
~ Jack Arnold, a.k.a. "Jack Fort":
". . . looked thoughtful for a moment. 'No, I can’t say that I did. The garbage truck goes by about that time. It’s hard to hear anything,' he replied. 'I didn’t even know this Marlowe had been shot until you told me.'"
~ Charles Marlowe, a.k.a. "Lefty":
"Yes, that had been a good many years ago. But he had still recognized Lefty when he suddenly showed up two months ago. Lefty hadn’t known him, but that was just as well. This way he would get Lefty for old time’s sake, and not even Lefty would know he had done it."
~ Tommy, a.k.a. "Tommy":
"Some guy moved in about a month ago. Last night he was shot while he was sitting in front of his window, but they didn’t find him until this morning."
~ Logan, homicide detective:
"How many times do I have to tell you not to talk when you’re eating?"
~ Monk, Logan's partner:
". . . opened his mouth to say something, remembered the apple, and shut it again."
~ Haley, police ballistician:
"I’m kind of sorry you brought that damned thing in. I won’t sleep for a week wondering about it. If somebody told me about it, I’d say they were nuts. I’ve seen just about every piece of lead a gun can throw, but that thing has got me stumped. I’ll tell you one thing, produce the gun that shot this bullet and I’ll prove to any jury it’s the murder weapon."
~ The landlady:
"'Oh, Lieutenant, I wish you would find the murderer and take the'—she didn’t say what, but pointed at the corpse on the floor without looking at it—'out of my house.'"
- So far not much has turned up about our author, Rodney Worth; FictionMags lists only two stories by him, this one and "The Hammerless Heater," Ten Detective Aces, January 1948 (above).
- The killer's motive stems from what happened during Prohibition; see the Wikipedia article (HERE). If you'd like to brush up on firearms ballistics, see Wikipedia (HERE), (HERE), (HERE), and (HERE).
The bottom line:
“How simple death without weapons was. How safe for the killer."