The Cloak of Kamehameha

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The Adventures of Philip Marlow. Now, with Gerald Moore, star of Philip Marlow, we bring you tonight's transcribed story, the Cloak of Kamehameha. It was delivered by a repulsively wide awake boy, missing it through the front row of the city.

Arrived at 6 in the A.M. and had come in two parts. The first scrawled and blackened for an orinkle piece of paper set. Marlowe, get full of a taxi cab, closing the driving yourself at exactly 8 o'clock this morning.

Come past 8840 or thought that drive. Signed, Paula Schindler. Second half, it made more sense. It was printed in neat letters on Nita Green paper. A hundred engraving a Frenchman, Franklin read one hundred silver dollars.

And it's payable to the fair on demand. So at exactly eight o'clock I was behind the wheel of a hired cab, leather jacket, pink cap, toothpick and all. And within a hate taxi distance of number 8840.

Mr. Pollard, shindler around man in square clothes with haircut to match with my plate. Oh, there! Not to wear it! Yes, sir, cab! Of course! Why do you think I'm shouting my head off? I want to go to the international airport.

You understand the International Airport at Inglewood? Okay, okay, Inglewood, international airport it is. Marlow, the meter, quick put the flag down. Every minute I'm being watched. Huh? Oh yeah, watch by whom, Mr. Schimler. I don't know. Now listen carefully, Marlow.