Night Tide

When it started the tide was high on the San Pedro waterfront and a hot-tempered kid had murder on his mind But there was a knife at my throat of beating under the piers and a corpse on the beach before the tide went out again And the kid was finally stopped 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 exciting story, Night Tide. It all happened in San Pedro, the harbor of Los Angeles. The lights on the ships were fuzzies with the wet mist that creeps up out of the ocean every night.

And I drove slowly looking for the establishment of Mike Basso, my new client. One side of the crooked street was nothing but the smell and the sound of oily salt water. salt water, sloshing through the pilings beneath the piers.

On the other side was a tangle of walked dingy buildings, equipped to satisfy the thirsts of reckless men who never get beyond the water-pond of any port. The pog horn out on the brake water began to bellow as I parked near a U-shaped pier, labeled Basso Doc's private.

I walked past a line of moored fishing boats to a squat two-story office. The bottom floor was dark, the second floor had lights on. So I started up the steep wooden stairs and was halfway to the top.

And I caught the voices. I don't want stomachs to shoot this guy. One night already heard over the phone when I was hired. It was my client, my vessel. But you'll make him jump, or I'll get somebody who can.