Dear Friends:
My infrangible resolutions for 1964 were completely forgotten in the excitement of getting but the new, expanded edition of Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine which you now hold in your hands, and which made its bow last month Even forgotten was my determination never, but never, to top my baked potatoes with sour cream. A real sacrifice, I might add. So intent was I on aiding and abetting the addition of thirty-two pages to my popular little magazine I was carried editorially, so to speak, right past the calorie cutting caper into the homing laboratory for Machiavellian misadventures. Therefore, I point with pride to such sleep defying departures as SECOND VERDICT by Henry Slesar, Arthur Porges’ Professor Middlebie in BLOOD WILL TELL, and THE BABY by Jonathan Craig, as well as many others in this issue, all of them mystery-masters.
Before you delve into this super-scarey line-up I’d like to call your attention to the VERY SPECIAL SUBSCRIPTION OFFER contained in these pages. It is a wonderful offer which includes a copy of ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS STORIES MY MOTHER NEVER TOLD ME, an incomparable chiller-diller.
Alfred Hitchcock