For Love of Murder

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. Anti-noise ordinances are fine and dandy. Makes living a lot more serene. But how can you legislate against the really disturbing noises, folks? The noises in your head, that would be?

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. Mary Craig speaking, the footwork a confidential cop puts in isn't always paid, my way.

Some of it's for free in the public wheel and welfare. Like a trip I took to the tombs one day. To see an inmate named Maxie Potter, I'd gotten a begging letter from Maxie. Could sweet charity move me to hurry to his side?

Having a pint of salt, the milk of human kindness, and may I comply it. I found Maxie sitting on the edge of his cut. His eyes lit up like a hundred watt bulbs when he saw me.

It's very Craig. That's me. Oh, you got a heart. And you got a nerve. Just for asking you to come? For confusing me with the legal aid society. What's wrong with helping people? Starvation. I don't get paid. No cream in my Farina.

I'll tell you what. I'll owe you your expenses. The road to hunger is paved with bad debts. Oh, she's a Mrs. O'Hooland. My teaching, Continuation School, that's saying you said she used to say it.

But it made no impression on you. No. What I went for was its blessed to receive. And so you wrote to me. And so you're here. Now what do you want? For you to get me out.

I never engineer a prison break. Fail, put up the bail. How much? Five hundred. Dollar? Sure dollars. What happened got it? Well, Uncle Real estate then, they'll take that for bail. Uncle real estate then. They'll take that for bail.