Dead on Arrival

William Garkin stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. The odd thing about a killer, folks, you'd never believe it. It is God wasn't showing. The National Broadcasting Company presents William Garkin, in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure, with America's number one detective, Barry Craig, confidential investigator.

Barry Craig's digging. The big gripe with a confidential investigator is that he has no confidential life in his own. You're uncalled there, mate. Some jokers found your pedigree in him and hat and telephone directory.

The missing uncle wanted off his nut, a double-crossing partner wanted off with the cash registers. Or a tomb relic sure to set off a ton of war if you don't recover same. Look at his split.

Oh, carve out five minutes of privacy for yourself and bet on it. Someone's at your elbow asking for a bite. The case's point began a night or so ago in a barbershop. Tony's ponstolio power, the gold leaf on the window red. It was my next. One more customer will move and I'd stop looking like an unemployed violinist. Well I never got

to sit and Tony's barber chair. Faith popped into Tony's open doorway to beckon me out of the joint. You there? Great. Faith was a guy in baggy pants chewing an an unlighted cigar. Marty Willinsky, a hack driver.

Thanks, Ray. If you've never been shortchanged by Willinsky, you haven't lived. Oh, I dragged myself over to Willinsky. What's on your fat little mind? I said you're laughing outside, Craig. Did that green job? Yeah, across the street.

Why? I thought it looked like you're load. You got a day minutes waiting for you. A day? Willinsky, what kind of a gag you've got? He flagged me at 78 and third. So I know a good, reliable, charm-a-she-air.