The Headless Peacock

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road and those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. This one began with a bedlam and got worse as I bumped into a burglar or a bookie a buzz well and a body in a big shot named B.

And before it was all over, everyone had lost his head because the headless peacock had moved. From the fan of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of Mystery Comes, his most famous character, and crime's most deadly enemy as we present...

The Adventures of Philip Marlow. Now with Gerald Moore, starred as Philip Marlow, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Headless Peacock. They had been eight noisy hours of international complications, local vintage, that it started when a Frenchman from Beverly Hills and Spoke know English hired me to find the Filipino houseboy he thought it's told in the family's silverware to sell to a prosperous downtown

Chinese. However, it had played differently since the Frenchman had been wrong all the way, and Both the house boy and the silverware had turned up in the cool of his own basement, where the servant had gone to do his polishing and comfort.

Which was hardly the end of things because even now as I slumped behind the desk in my office exhausted, the accused Chinese who was highly insulted was on hand together with a nasty pateria tucked underneath his arm to tell me all about it.

And just to top that off, the door was suddenly flung open and Bedlam really set in, Because the new arrival was maybe 28 with green eyes Quackled in an almost pretty face. It was also a redhead with the menir the match And it was obvious that once she wanted to hire me to she was in a hurry and more important. She really