DICK STODGHILL “Deadtown.” Appeared in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, November 2009. Never reprinted or collected, as far as I’ve discovered so far.

   The year Is 1940, and a man drives into the gritty out-of-the-way town named Dealtown with an empty tank and forty-seven cents in his pocket, and as chance would have it, he decides to stay for a while. He’s the kind of guy who’s offered a job as soon as the man who owns the roadhouse just outside of town sees him. (He takes it.) He also meets the girl who works behind the registration counter at the local hotel where he’s advised to spend the night.

   Both of these two people come with stories this story is about, and thereby hangs the tale. It’s a story that might have appeared in a detective pulp magazine of the same vintage, and  it’s one I can recommend on that basis only … but with a caveat,

   It’s not as easy to explain as I thought it was going to be when I started writing this review, but I’ll give it a try anyway.

   Dick Stodghill, about whom I’ll say more shortly, was too good a writer to make us believe he is really writing a story of crime and romance taking place in a small but deadly town in 1940. Writers in a day know exactly what they were wring about, those whose stories were accepted on a daily basis in hundreds of pulp magazines aficionados buy fervently today, and at collectors’ prices. They lived the life, albeit not directly, more than likely, but they did not, in general, have the ability to put into words as smoothly and efficiently the grittiness they were writing about. (Some did.) And yet, at the time, the effect was more real and more immediate. The time is a couple of generation away now, I’m afraid.

   Dick Stodghill was a former newspaper reporter as well as a mystery writer, and he was a good one. Not a famous one. He doesn’t have his own Wikipedia page, for example. nor did he have many mystery novels to his credit, if any. But he did wrote several dozen short stories for AHMM and Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine between 1979 and 2009, when he died. This one is the last one of those, and in spite of all my nattering above, it’s a good one.