Nobody Lives There Anymore

William Gargon stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigators. One nice thing about being a murderer, you don't have to worry about being included in the old age pension fund. You're not going to have an old age.

A national broadcasting company presents William Gargon and another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure with America's number one detective Barry Craig, confidential investigators. Barry Craig speaking, I was drinking myself to death this particular evening, not liquor.

At Willie's wagon it's the coffee that's fatal. Also I was finding out from the newspapers that chorus girls were still busy suing elderly millionaires, that a hood named Ben Moran had knocked off an arm and car and disappeared, that the police were questioning his girlfriend Penny Lane.

Her picture was spread across the front page, it wasn't art, would sell a lot of papers. Also, we were going to have some more weather. That don't surprise me. That's because you're a cynic, Willie.

Do I ask you about your religion? It was around 10 30 at night, but it looked later for the girl who came into the wagon as though it was the last stop on a trip she hadn't planned on making.

Excuse me, but can you tell me if there's more than one hotel maker? Not only one I know of his ironic corner from here. You try to phone book? Yes, I did. I must be going insane.

Hey, hey, Mr. Craig. I got it. She passed out. Take her in the back room. I got the couch there. That's fine. Hey, sounds like she's coming too. Get some coffee for her. Yeah, okay.

I'm sorry. What about? Sainte. My name is Wilson. My Wilson. I'm Barry Craig. What's bothering you about the meeker? You. You won't believe me. I'm a confidential investigator. I've got a lot of practice believing people.