The Corpse Who Was Wrong

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. Murderers really have a hard time. In other fields, if a man's work is properly appreciated, he gets high of pay. All a murderer gets is higher voltage.

Well, I should know broadcasting company presents William Gargon in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure with America's number one detective, Barry Craig, confidential investigate her. Mary Craig speaking, it all began quietly enough.

He walked into my office, said contemptuously at the rug, sourly at the furniture, and coldly at me. He said, good afternoon, Mr. Craig. I am W. Stubbins. How do you do? I am an attorney.

I represent Arthur Philip Peterson. You do, huh? You are questioning my word? I was just being friendly. That is not necessary. Oh, forgive me. Cha. Is that annoyance or Russian soup? I find your levity, Erksum, Mr. Craig.

There's no extra charge, Mr. Stubben. Where it not for Mr. Peterson's insistence upon hiring you... That's Arthur, Philip, Peterson? Never mind that cha... You might tell me about the case instead of trying to impress me with Mr. Peterson's important.

I... Shall. Good. I have here a photograph of Mrs. Peterson, Stella Peterson, to be precise. Now I have the photograph. Also on this paper, the address of the lodgens where Mrs. Peterson was last known to be, plus her last place of employment.

I am to assume that she no longer lives or works at these addresses. That is correct. And I am to locate her. If possible. How long has it been since she dropped out of sight?

three months or so. Somebody wasn't in a hurry. There were circumstances. Oh, I'm sure there were. The photograph's nice and clear. I have also here a physical description of the lady. Age, color, height, weight, and so on. Well, that might help, but it isn't exactly what I had in mind.