The Wrong Touch

Manhunt January 1954

I slapped her across the face. “You–! I ought to kill you!”

Also, Pattern For Panic


Over Her Dead Body


Shell Scott was being hounded to death — by bombs, bullets and blondes!


The Shell Scott Sampler

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Artwork also used for the cover of Guy magazine, October 1970, The Swinging Niece

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Find This Woman (1964)

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Shell Scott was baffled — every girl he met insisted she was the one he was looking for!


The Wailing Frail (1956)

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She was a siren, all right, and I’m Shell Scott… answering her call


Take A Murder, Darling (1962)


Man, oh, man, she was slaying me, inch by inch — smile by smile!


Find This Woman (1958)

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Shell Scott was baffled — every woman he met insisted she was the girl he was looking for

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Kill Him Twice

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From the back:

It’s against the law in Beverly Hills

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Bodies in Bedlam

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Shell Scott, up to his neck again in guns, gals and gore
She had a woman’s weapons and she used them to get what she wanted!

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Nudists Die Naked

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Shell Scott didn’t mind the killers or con-men. What bothered him was that fantastic nudist camp

One of the greatest titles ever. This looks like Robert Maguire’s work, but I can’t be certain. [Update: Lynn Maguire confirmed it is his work]

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Way Of A Wanton (1964)

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“There was a fire in her eyes that was scorching me — me, Shell Scott, the private eye who couldn’t tell whether a dame wanted to kiss me, or kill me!”

From the back:

No matter how you look at it, 36-22-35 are magic numbers. They have a real message for me. I’m Shell Scott, the private eye, and I’m very good at figures. You might say I follow them very carefully. I’ve been following this one figure for several days and learned her name is Sherry. She looks as though she were designed by a sex fiend, and I hated to think she was mixed up in murder. It almost made me crawl back into my Shell. But somebody was planning to send me to my friendly neighborhood mortician and I had to find out who — or die trying.

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