Meet Wardlow Rock, known by friends and foes alike, as "The Dean."  In the world of oddball charactrers, the Dean is the oddball-est.  His business sign proclaims him an expert at Pedomancy.  "Fortunes Divined from the Soles of Your Feet.  Learn the Secrets of Love, Hate, Riches."  The Dean also does "Special Consultations in: Libanomancy, Cataptromancy, Rhabdomancy, Aleuromancy."  That he takes himself less than seriously is indicated by his payment schedule, "Fee Negligible."  According to his assistant, Ben Matthews, an ex-trouble shooter for a safe manufacturer, the negligible often means none.  The Dean doesn't make his money telling fortunes.  In reality, the Dean doesn't even believe in the occult.

"I have, it is true, occupied myself in a small way with various branches of ancient divination but sorely as crafts and sleights.  Between you and me, it's hooey and .... Malevolent demons!  I know about them all.  Their signs, their sabbats, their theurigic hymns.  All of them— from Prince Thenth to Prince Meresin.  The whole covey of them together couldn't trip a ten-cent mousetrap."

A fortune-teller who doesn't believe in the occult, carries a .357 Magnum in a shoulder-holster, and knows everything from paper-making to fletching.  Wardlow Rock is "The Dean," perhaps the wackiest of all the wacky detectives of the 1940's pulps.  Here, for the first-time ever, is assembled his collected adventures in a book that is truly one of the LOST TREASURES OF THE PULPS!