The Angry Eagle

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road, nose who travel and wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. This time I was in the country where the night should have been nothing but peace and quiet.

But a pair of angry eagles changed all that. One was solid gold and too close to a battered corpse. The other weighed 160 pounds and was too quick with his fists. It happened like this.

From the pen of Raymond Tranborough, outstanding author of Crime Fiction, comes his most famous character in... in the adventures of Philip Marlowe. Now with Gerald Moore, starred as Philip Marlowe, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Angry Eagle.

When they tell a foreign calling. This is Marlowe. One moment sir. Go ahead on your call to Los Angeles please.

Hello Marlowe, babe. Durney, remember me? Light heavy, contender, and 39? Oh yeah, sure, I remember you. Still had that bar in Southgate? No, no, I'm back in the game. Trainer this time for a welterweight that's good. His name's Danny Eagle.

He's another Barney Ross, believe me. No kid. Yeah, but he's in trouble. Come on out of where you feel. Clover Lake's only 20 miles. You can be here by six. Just outside of Malibu, up on the hill.

What's your boy's trouble, babe? Uh, plenty. And it could end up being his life. Not step on it, Phil. Oh, and listen, you're a sports writer from Detroit. Not a private detective, you got it?

Got it. Leaving now, babe. Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. Mhm. It was an hour's drive to Malibu Beach in a film colony where the convertible's outnumbered the hard tops five to one. And another 30 minutes up into the mountains along a steep spiral of McAdam which at every turn made more of the Pacific below and less