The Deep Shadow

Get this and get it straight crime is a suckers road and those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prism of the grave This time a bride to be a cops in a plush bungalow in a southern draw behind a gun all had one thing in common They move through the same deep shadow. It happened like this

On the pen of Raymond Chandler outstanding author of crime fiction comes his most famous character in the adventures of Philip Marlow Now with Gerald Moore starred as Philip Marlowe, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Deep Shadow.

Hello. Mr. Philip Marlowe, please. This is Marlowe. My name is Harvey Kettering. I was at nine sharp. Congratulations. I hope you'll be very happy. But my bride is gone. Disappeared. I need your help.

Now look, if you've been left waiting at the altar, I can't. No, no, no. It's nothing like that. She's in trouble, Mr. Marlowe. I'm sure. Oh. Surely loves me. Now, I'll pay anything you say, 200, 300, anything.

Only get out here fast, please. Wait a minute, where is here? 3840 Sunswept Drive. It's a studio city just across the hills from Hollywood. 38. Take moral canyon. Now look, Mr. Kettering. Please, Mr. Marlowe, please.

Okay, okay. Alright, Mr. Kettering, I'll see you. The address he gave me turned out to be a healthy chunk of old Spain. A whitewashed house that spread out for at least a hundred yards under a pink tiled roof.

As admitted by a butler with our eyes, no shoulders in a small bay window, and we played follow the leader of a cool marble ankle beat Persian rug and inlaid Philippine mahogany. Finally, I was ushered into the ballroom, which was big enough for a highlight match.