Scream for Murder

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. A squabbling couple can always bury their differences. The question is, which of them doesn't mind underground shelter? The National Broadcasting Company presents William Gargon, in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure with America's number one detective, Barry Craig, confidential investigator.

Barry Craig speaking. Marriages may be made in heaven, but they sometimes can end in the city more. I know one that did, almost that is. A bridegroom, the lucky wife, loved so passionately she kept trying to exterminate him.

The pigeon's name was one to remember, Killer Bess. An ex-pugilist, billed as the perfect specimen. He had forceps and biceps like that. And a chest expansion that reached clear to Madagascar. Added to that, he'd read a book and memorized quite a vocabulary.

I first met him in his hour of agony in the Cabana Adora, eats tabled oak, where girls and short skirts and long stocking sold you cigarettes at $5 a pack. I was there with Trab Rogers celebrating his birthday, even lieutenants of homicide at birthdays, if they lived to see it, that is.

Trab was living. The only immediate threat to his future was the steak he was woken. Mmm. This fool is alright. Tell me that again, Trab, when you see the check. Ha ha. Well, how many birthdays does a man have?

One a year, the rumor is. Yeah, hey. Places crawling with celebrities. Yeah, I see. There's Marshmallow Midas over there. Marshmallow Midas? The Hot Lips Trumpet player. Ah. So I thought he was dead. His agent dug him up. A 40-week contract came along.

You keep informed. Yeah. I'm a who's who. Over there getting nicely parted killer best what await contender Light heavy and ex-contender. He had his nose rebuilt and hung up his glove He married into society. No an educated guy for fighter. He read pilgrims progress and Frank Marywell a polysyllabic grunter You kill you oh