The Lady Killer

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. This time inside of two hours, a lavish mansion seized with suspicion, a sealed cabin filled with gas in an artist's retreat, had a corpse on the floor.

All because one man was too good looking to be true, to anyone. From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of Mystery 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 Lady Killer. Longer I sat in my office with my feet up on the desk and thought about it. The more convinced I became.

Paul Niles was unquestionably the handsomest man I'd ever seen. He had a face that belonged than a Greek god. Only his features were better, more finely chiseled. They looked as though they had been molded out of alabaster from a blueprint by some inspired genius.

And the classic side view he presented made the great profile show up like a bowl full of shredded wheat. In fact, the guy was much too good to be true in more ways than one, which had been my original impression of Niles when I'd first met him, just two hours ago at the corner of Sunset

and Coinga, and at his insistence of driven him around the quietest streets of Hollywood in my car while he tried to hire me. He was scared, stiff. That was all he would admit to and as he talked I wondered what it would be like to have a face like that.