The Friend from Detroit

When my telephone rang it jerked me out of one nightmare and right into the middle of another Where a woman with a secret a worried man in a shadow out of the past met with fear and fury in the dead of night From the pen of Raymond Chandler outstanding author of crime fiction comes his most famous character as CBS presents

The adventures of Philip Marlowe and now with Gerald Moore Starred is Philip Marlow, we bring you tonight's exciting story, the friend from Detroit. The woodnymph dressed in nothing but a veil of doobrops. She was pirouetting from one huge bluebell to another on Gus and the wings.

With every turn she smiled and came closer. But just as I reached out for a hand, something happened. The bluebells changed in old tomato cans and started to ring. A bandy-legged little man with a jackhammer went to work on my head.

I fell over a cliff and just before I landed on a red hot pile of broken Scotch bottle. I woke up. Yeah. But the jackhammer didn't stop. I switched on the light and looked at my watch.

It was one in the A.M. and the phone on my bed table was screaming for an answer. Hello! Marlow, this is Dave. Betty's gone. She's in trouble. You gotta help me, Marlow. You gotta come over to my apartment right now.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Who is this? Dave, Dave, prior. I run the coffee joint in the corner. You know me. Oh, yeah, sure, Dave. I don't know. What's the matter? My wife, Betty, she's gone. You've got to help me.

Dave, it's one o'clock in the morning. I'm in bed. Besides, you know I don't mucky with family quarrels. It's not like that. Don't believe me. I'm scared for it. Phil, please come over to the apartment. 2000 beats would ride away.