Just reread a collection of stories, Dead Men's Letters, from Black Mask (1926-27) featuring master crook Ed Jenkins... these stories are crude, you can tell that Gardner got paid by the word, and the plots do reiterate... and yet, I could not stop reading them. There is something very alive in the stories.
This was a Carroll & Graf paperback collection. If you run into it, don't scoff and pick it up. It's charming and entertaining stuff.
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