Zero Hour

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. The Brotherhood of Man is a universal truth. In one instance, anyhow. I never knew a corpse to show antagonism toward a fellow stiff. A 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, winter and snow do one of two things to a cliffhweller, either paxxis-filling trunks and suntan oil and mushes overland to a Florida beach, or he climbs into his neat-line parka, throws his skis over his shoulder, and hops a ski train to stole the month. I did the last mention.

I sat on a train wedged in with a bunch of ski lovers and trained for the coal country, country. Not because of any yen to be an Eskimo, but for a much less noble reason.

Said reason being the pursuit of a buck. But I please come, the telegram it said. When a client goes so far as to wire you, one fact is beautiful clear. This guy can afford you.

Install the month at the lodge. I baked the rheumatism out of my separate parts and joints in front of of a rowing-locked fire, the hotel provided. When the ice thought out of my good air, I got wind of what my client, an intense-looking chap named Parker, was trying to get across the moon.

The tragedy happened two years ago. Two years ago this week. Your wife, Jean, fell 400 feet and suffered an injury to respond. Yes, someone had tampered with her ski straps and on, especially steep and icy slope they broke.

Jane was badly injured. She recovered but is a hopeless paralytic. 100%. No, just the lower limbs starting at the waist. She's confined to a wheelchair. Two years now? Yes. Jean's been abroad all this time undoubtedly consulting medical specialists, seeing if anything can be done to restore her.