The Persian Slippers

I felt low, very low, the night I sat out searching for the girl with a strange hazel eyes. The fog which hung over Los Angeles didn't help. And I felt even worse when I found her.

But by then I had death on my hands. From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of crime fiction, comes his most famous character as CBS presents... The Adventures of Philip Marlowe. And now with Gerald Moore, star is Philip Marlowe.

We bring you tonight's gripping story, The Persian Slippers. One of those thin, chilly fogs that sneaked in from the Pacific and it hung vaguely to the streetlights along the sunset strip. It was a kind of a fog that you could see through, but everything was out of focus.

You may just start wondering what you were going to do when you were 90 and you were all alone. I'd have liked to have spent the night in a room full of noisy extroverts playing charades.

But instead I had to eat a quick dinner and drive up into the secluded Hollywood Hills to meet a guy. A guy who had nothing but trouble on his mind. When I pushed the buzzer I had the feeling of wishing I was someplace else.

Carl Delaney himself opened the door. He was grim and brusque into the point. Marlow? That's right. Come in Marlow. I appreciate this. You're coming up here after business hours. I mean... I wouldn't have asked except, uh, well, perhaps I waited too long as it is.

Sit down. Thanks. Wait it too long for what, Mr. Delaney? Thirty-six hours ago my wife disappeared. Marley, you've got to find her for me. Find her just as fast as you can. Wait a minute. Disappeared, you said.