The Strangle Hold

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's role in those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prism of the grave. This time a wrestler on this kid is a quick change artist in an alley and a girl with an eye for angles all met destruction because a hundred thousand easy bucks

caught him in a stranglehold which none of them wanted to break. 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 Marlowe, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Stranglehold.

Sometimes men climb all over themselves for a purpose, sometimes for relaxation, and most times for no reason at all. Take professional wrestling. I watched in the ringside while two got ganshow and hosts consorted their features in mock agony, and forged muscles at each other on a mat surrounded by tears of onlookers, screaming through their half-tute popcorn.

While a fans' usual howl for blood booed the decision, who did the departing contestants and waited for the next comic act? Laughingly called the main event. I went again over the letter I received two hours ago by messenger from one Manny Faber.

It included a ringside ticket to L.A. Wrestling Arena, a check for $200, and the request that I catch as much as I could stomach have been matched between John better known as Peachy King and Jules Caesar, the Emperor of Brooklyn, After which I was to come to Faber's house for instructions that involved John Keene plus a hundred thousand bucks of Manny Faber's money.

So I watched a little closer as something that looked like a Sherman tank in a toga and leather sandals crowned with an olive brief, lumbered into the ring and sneered at the crowd. And since I'd long ago given up wrestling as a sport, I turned to the fan next to me wearing a dirty on the bridge of his nose, waved a cloud of cigar smoke aside and got some information.