Blood Money

William Cargan stars as Barry Craig confidential investigators. Over exertion can be dangerous folks, but no exercise at all is even worse. Complete inactivity can only mean you're either muscle bound or dead. The National Broadcasting Company presents William Cargan in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure with America's number one detective Barry Craig confidential investigator.

Barry Craig speaking, every profession has its system of reciprocal favors among colleagues. The doctor consults the fellow practitioner. Lawyers put their heads together. And even private police operatives requisition each other's time and brain power.

The colleague and competitive who sought my aid one fine day was a chap named Max Massey. Massey operated a one man investigation agency a half mile from the dove by call my own. Not too young, Massey. How long in years?

Ready for retirement, but too poor to afford it. I'm 35 years in the business, Craig. I'm afraid there's only one way I know of to quit. Feet first, huh? In a pine box, yes. What keeps you coppering, Max, when you could be riding a rocking chair?

The same thing that started me working three decades ago. Food, shelter, and the high cost of government? A library, aren't you? Nothing sucked away, Max. Oh, maybe $500 in war bonds. Not much for a lifetime in harness.

Oh, there's an old axiom, Craig. Yeah, it's up there on my wall, reading cops die broke. Work for me, Craig. On what? The man I frankly find impossible to locate. For three weeks now, I've used every trick I know, every avenue.

His name? Anatole Barber. The only clue I have is that he was once a rug dealer. A rug dealer? Oriental rugs. Fifteen years ago he had a store on Third Avenue. Cold trail, huh? Cold like ice.