The Fine Italian Hand

Get this and get it straight. Crime is a suck as road, and those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prism of the grave. There was a broken body in a quiet house.

Gun play on a miracle round at midnight, and a boy and a girl in love running away. All because of one man's fine Italian hand. From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding offer of crime fiction comes his most famous character end.

The adventures are Philip Marlow. Now with Gerald Moore starring as Philip Marlow, we bring you tonight's exciting story, The Fine Italian Hand. The day just passed is full of jarring contrast. The laughter-hiding heartbreak.

The woman dying of loneliness in an overcrowded city. A man who sacrificed everything to make a fortune. And shot himself when he got it. The messed up byproducts of our hot-up civilization. The thought of him stayed in my mind as I drove over the freeway to Transcendando Valley because the job I was on promised no change in the days pattern of combining

things didn't belong together. When I thought that the corner of Magnolia and Van Nuys Boulevard I was still trying to reconcile my new client the owner and operator of a little amusement park for children with a panicky voice on the phone that had begged me to come at once. It wasn't hard to spot a heavy said old man

moving among the stampedeating merry-go-round salons and picking crumpled tickets like plums from the fists of laughing kittens, grabbing the brass ring. We never change, do we? When he saw me he hopped off. Nick, Nick, take off of me!