The August Lion

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road, and those who travel it wind up in the gutter the prison of the grave. It started with death on my doorstep and got worse when I lied to a sympathetic bull, was pistol-wipped by a gorilla with dimples and fought with a kitten on the keys.

And it might have gone on that way all night, if I hadn't been helped by the King of the Beasts. From the pan of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of Mystery, history comes his most famous character and crimes most deadly enemy as we present the adventures of Philip Marlowe.

Now with Gerald Moore starred as Philip Marlowe we bring you tonight's exciting story the August Lion. It was one of those in between hours, so long about ten on a night at home when you don't quite know what to do with yourself.

Then all of a sudden it's eleven and then eleven thirty and you're in slippers in a I've never opened up nothing. Which is exactly where I was. Except that I'd already decided I'm one, and only one, very dry martini.

A quiet cigarette and bed. When it came loud, insistent and unwelcomed. No improvement when I opened up. You saw less than five feet of excited cab driver jumping up and down. Mr. You, Doc Marlow?

Yeah, I'm Doc Marlow. That's right, here he comes with a doc. You better make room. There's a sofa there, okay? I'll clear it off. Wait a minute, Jack. Who? Okay, mister, bring her on in the dance here, alright.

Hey, doctor, she's stiff. She's out like a light. Who? The babe, who do you think? Sure too bad some people can't drink, huh, Doc? Yeah, it's real tough. Now tell me, do you? That's an angel.