The Foxs Tail

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a suckers road. And those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prison or an early grave. There's no other end. But they never learn.

From 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 Marlow, we bring you tonight's transcribed story, The Fox's Tale.

No. There are sometimes when the phone just never should have been invented. Hello, Marlow speaking.

This is Oren Medcap. You remember me, don't you Marlow? Oh sure, Barris, still what can I do for you? Meet me here at the Blue Chip Bar at once, Marlow. Look, I can hardly hear you. Speak up, will you, huh?

The Blue Chip Bar! Yeah? It's a miserable cafe on Melrose, Neelabria. Melrose, Neelabria? Yes, I'm in a booth. The last one on your right as you enter. But be careful, Phil. We can't afford to be seen.

Please Harry, I'll pay you a answer to this. To do what, Orin? To impersonate a good man. The blue chip was an indelicate assortment of stale smells. So rounding pictures of Lady Good Divers, some without horses, and featuring low lights, lower clientele, and the lowest grade of bar whiskey.

Against that backdrop, my new client stood out like a Dresden doll in a police lineup. Or a Metcalf in spite of the electricity in his voice. There's only five and a half feet tall. couldn't have weighed more than 130 pounds, including the glitter of honorary fraternity pins that dangled from his watch shape.

It was maybe 50 ball-war glasses halfway down a long nose, and at the moment was his nonchalant as a five-inch firecracker with a sputtering fuse. It's going to be hard in here, but go ahead.