Mammoth Detective
Mammoth Detective was the older of the two mystery-detective pulp magazines published by Ziff-Davis, and weighed in initially with a massive 322 pages per issue and a planned monthly schedule. However the paper shortages during the war forced an irregular schedule closer to quarterly and a reduction in page count to 178 pages. After the war it briefly attained a monthly schedule but by then the writing was on the wall and it folded in late 1947 after a total of 33 issues.
THROUGH THE WALL—G.T. FLEMING-ROBERTS
Harmless substances may merge, become virulent poison. This story of the chemistry of murder will startle you.
GIVE THE GUY A CHANCE—THOMAS THURSDAY
An ex-con has a hard time getting a job. Jimmy Gaylor found it out. So he went into his own buisness. Then he needeed help ...
RED BLOOD AND GREEN SOAP—DALE CLARK
You can expect blood to come from a wound; but green soap isn't quite so bio . . . logical!
THESE SHOES ARE KILLING ME—LEROY YERXA
Footprints all around the corpse; but they were all prints of the left foot!
O'SHEEN'S PHOTO FINISH—LEROY YERXA
She came in and sat down in the seat beside O’Sheen. A moment later she was dead, from an unheard gunshot!
TEA PARTY FRAME-UP—ROBERT MARTIN
THE UNDERCOVER KID—GRANT LANE
Even though Danny hated to spy on a sweet girl like Sally, it was the only way left to trap a killer
DIBBLE DABBLES IN DEATH—DAVID WRIGHT O’BRIEN
Dibble swore he wouldn’t be found dead in such drawers. But the choice was no longer his.
HE HUNG TOO HIGH—BERNA MORRIS
Nothing could induce Bill Rufus to go on a diet. . .until he was called on to catch a skinny crook
BLACK OF THE MOON—MERLE CONSTINER
In this town you had to go to jail before the right people figured you were worthy of their confidence
YOU'LL DIE LAUGHING—WILLIAM LAWRENCE HAMLING
When Hank Sayler began to steal plots from his friends in the writing game, they decided just to laugh it off . . . in a deadly sort of fashion!
MURDER RIDES HIGH—LEONARD FINLEY HILTS
They told Buzz his flying days were over. But when a killer broke loose he remembered that a man may have bad nerves but an excellent nerve!
THE CASE OF THE SQUEALING DUCK—GEORGE B. ANDERSON
Danny Dole tried to put them in the aisles as a comedian, but the Crime File of Flamond said something about murder—and it wasn’t funny...
SWEET DREAMS, DARLING—PAUL W. FAIRMAN
How could McMurdo help the woman he loved when he knew she was hopelessly in love though not with him? He was only a dumb flatfoot—but McMurdo the dick, wasn’t as dumb as he looked!