The Thirteenth Guest

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig confidential investigator. There's one chap around who never fails to electrify you. He shoken, turn it on and turn it off. Am I referring to the state executioner I wonder?

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, a confidential cop and jars a certain public popularity.

He gets habadesh's circulars in the mail, anonymous threatening letters, sent it with perfume. And he gets invited to parties. A prancy Schindig is thrown somewhere, a special invitation is tossed at e-cup, and no RSVP to it.

The host wants you so badly, he comes your way to invite you in person. My would-be host in this one was Badger Boris, the sort of guy newspaper society columns called a Bolby Vault in French.

Bolby Vault meaning Boris slept all day and stayed up all night. And when the cabbage got there, all he had to do was go to the bank. The short moon face guy who looked like a cherub weaned on a pasteurized champagne.

You will of course be paid handsomely, Mr. Craig. Paid yet for coming to your big blowout. Now I'm really overwhelmed. Well, stand aside for a body fall. Then you agree to come. After you give me the other inducements.

Well, fine foods. I've ordered 200 pounds of buffalo steak. What do I wash it down with? A liquor quisette. What's that? A mohammedon beverage. I had it specially flown here from Istanbul. What's for dessert?

Raisin cake. A prebeant touch to offset the noxious effects of a too rich rip past. Rich? I just felt the wack of that word. How prosperous will I be going home in the early am?