The Long Way Home

Some Gargans, stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. It's a sad fact, but very few murderers ever amount to anything. There is such a killing profession, and when they come to the end of their rope, there's always a noose attached to it.

For an action-old broadcasting company presents, William Gargan, in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure, with America's number one detective, Barry Craig, confidential investigator. Barry Craig speaking, never noticed the fact that the worker man does leave its mark on him.

Nine times out of ten you can spot a doctor, a lawyer, a butcher, a baker, half a block away. I wonder what a confidential investigator looks like. He looks like me. I figured the above philosophy represented a good day's work.

The shadows were creeping along Madison Avenue and I got out of the office. And I flocked the door behind me. Maybe I could fool a burger into thinking I had something worth stealing. I hoped I wasn't waking Jake.

A night elevator man needs his sleep. Something was wrong. He'd started the elevator up almost before I'd finished pushing the buzzers. You can spoil tenants off of fast that way. Jake? Hey. You suffering from insomnia?

No. You've been reading a book on how to get ahead in the world? No. Well, stop chattering and let's get started. You got the door shut fine. Now we're supposed to go down. Oh, glad you reminded me.

They didn't have any elevators down on your farm in Vermont. No. It figured. No office building, neither. That figure, too. No shiny cars, no bronze. What did you do during the long winter evenings? Decided to leave the farm, Mr. Craig.