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Meet Ed Race who made his trade as a vaudeville gun-juggler supreme, known on stage as "The Masked Marksman" and for handling six loaded .45s to the delight of the crowds. But when this line of work became too tedious, Race took advantage of his multi-state P.I. licenses to solve crimes across the country. This collection includes his first eight stories:Amateur Night-for Killers: It looked like Ed Race's last act when he tried to clean up the plague-spot that was Newbold City, and found himself alone on a blood-stained stage-with Death waiting its entrance cue!Cue for a Corpse: Ed Race, vaudeville juggler and high-speed private detective, wasn't accustomed to finding corpses jammed into his wardrobe trunk. But even a dead body, unknown and unidentified, can lead a man into sinister, twisting paths where death lurks, waiting in the shadows...The Death Juggler: It took more than fast forty-fives to buck a crook of Pete Lucie's stamp... But Ed Race could juggle wits as well as weapons.Death's Spotlight: Ed Race, actor-detective, always managed to get in the spotlight when there was danger around-but the ease of the man from Amsterdam billed him to play a solo stand in a pine coffin...Billed for Death!: Ed Race, vaudeville headliner and ace detective, leaped at the chance to help out the manager of the Trout City Theater. But that leap in the dark landed Ed fast in a killer's net, where the only out for a desperate criminal crew lay in making a corpse of one gun' juggling detective!Death's Booking Agent: Ed Race awoke in that little mountain town to find that the Great Booking Agent, Death, had billed him to play a star role in the final, fatal drama of life!Death Takes an Encore: Ed Race, gun-juggler supreme, heard the crackling of the electric chair as he listened to the police tell him how he had killed his friend. But Race knew that the life of any act may depend on those last few minutes-before the curtain drops!Murder in the Spotlight: That bright spotlight revealed to breathless audiences the magic skill of Ed Race, gun-juggler extraordinary. But it also made him a target for a gun that wasn't juggled-that was trained on him with Death's own fateful accuracy...

Meet Ed Race who made his trade as a vaudeville gun-juggler supreme, known on stage as "The Masked Marksman" and for handling six loaded .45s to the delight of the crowds. But when this line of work became too tedious, Race took advantage of his multi-state P.I. licenses to solve crimes across the country. This collection includes his next seven stories:Juggler's Holiday: Ed Race, gun-juggler supreme, liked to help his friends out of tight places. But when that gun-active Samaritanism led him between the raking crossfires of both gangsters and police, Ed knew there was only one thing to do: blast his way out in a double gamble with death!Death's Curtain-Call: Ed Race, who juggled guns for both business and pleasure, wanted to do a favor for a pretty girl friend... But a crooked poker game and a murder plot nearly made Death step forward to take Ed's final bow...!Cue for a Gunman: Ed Race, six-gun magician, realized that a fast horse, a crooked bookie, and a quarter million dollars-mixed together-meant big-time trouble... But Slingel's mob didn't know Ed could juggle hot dough just as well as hot revolvers...!Murder Backstage: Ed Race didn't like bandits-even the nervous and beautiful girl targeting him with an automatic... But when he understood the set-up, he barged head first into a six-gun ambush to help her out!Death's Understudy: Ed Race couldn't say, "No!" when a friend bid for his aid-even when it meant chancing a suit of hot tar and feathers... and a grim threat of more, and deadlier, hell to come!Action Off Stage: Ed Race wasn't looking for a fight, but a pretty girl's lie and a crooked sheriff's stubbornness shoved it right into his lap. And good-natured as he was, Ed figured it was time to quit joking when the hillbillies rallied for a necktie party!Prologue to Death: It gave Ed Race a queasy feeling when his Broadway pals treated him like a leper... And it took a bloody tommy-gun lesson to teach him that one determined enemy, hidden in a host of friends, can put a man on a cold morgue slab.