The Vital Statistic

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's room. Those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. This time a car hopped knocked me down a flight of stairs and honest woman was strangled by a green silk sash and a simpering dandy was shot to death.

All because of a run of the millactuks and 500 miles away. It happened like this. From the pen of Raymond Trenver, outstanding author of Crime Fiction, comes his most famous character in The adventures of Philip Marlowe.

Now with Gerald Moore, star this Philip Marlowe, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Vital Statistics. Hey boy! Give me a paper, will you? Paper mistake? Yes sir, what do you like? Reese's coming to class, right?

How about some news? You are, thank you! Get out of my way! Hey, wait! They take it easy. Drive away from here. Fast! Wait a minute, what is this? You've got to help me, I'm being followed.

The light screen drive will you hurry please! Okay, okay. All been lying. From close cropped hair, the color of a smoky sunset, the low-heeled slippers brokeaded in bronze. And in between, a dresser can form as close and smooth as lacquer on a Chinese vlogs.

And made four turns and four blocks and pulled into the curb and stopped. You stabbed a look at me with a pair of sharp, jenny green eyes that said life had always been nothing but a calculated risk.

And she stepped out of the car and smiled. You were a big hell brother. Thanks. Goodbye. Uh-uh. And I just like that baby. Come here. I don't like being left out on a limb. Now look, you did me a favor, okay, but we drop it right here.