Diary of Death

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. There's an old school motto with a modern twist, folks. An empty barrel makes a fine casket. For an actionable broadcasting company presents, William Gargon, in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure, with America's number one detective, Barry Craig, confidential investigator.

Mary Craig speaking, Manhattan Island is my beak. From Battery Place, uptown to Spiting Dylo. I've got my footprints on every inch of sidewalk, a memory and every mile. Get used to a beak and it's like home to you.

You're an island native and only a pretty fancy freak and drag you even across the river to Brooklyn or three other boroughs. The drag you out of town needs a major earthquake or an act of Congress.

an act of Congress. So how come I find myself 40 miles from Broadway in an incorporated village called Seneca on the trail of a claw murderer? A nice little gent with side whiskers like Abraham Lincoln coaxed me into it. Town supervises Samuel as he called himself. His pitch went something like this. I came straight to

you from Lieutenant Crab Rogers of your Metropolitan Police Mr. Craig. Yeah Lieutenant Rogers phone me you just left his office. No dice old man. Seneca's off my beat. But it's a situation of desperate emergency.

What's the population of your village, Samuel? Three hundred. A killer can't lose himself in that smaller crowd. But the... Order every townsman to line up in the public square. Then go up and down the line.

When you see a wild gleam, madam. A wild gleam. The guy you're looking for is a lunatic first class. The claw used in the killing shows that. One nut and a navely crowd, yes, Sheriff can't be that helpless.