Corpse on the Town

William Gargon sars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator. Refer to a guy as the ghost of his former self. Look twice to forget up his wearing. He might be sporting a bed sheet. The 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. There's generally a lot more to show that most than what people finally get to see from the 480 seats. The backstage behind the scenes shenanigans of what is delicately referred to as the pre-production phases.

Brother, can it get wild? Wild and very homicidal. The particular case I have in mind began innocently enough. It commenced up near Yonkers, in a rubble-strewn area that looked like an A-bomb testing ground in the Nevada Flats.

The ground floor door I went through read Luther Bassett, Hanaan Dentistry, Kanaan Dentistry. Inside there was a guy in a short white medical coat. A pretty patch of hair on his chin in the style of old Vienna.

Luther Bassett, I figured him to be right off. I'd never seen a goatee on a joke. The dog with him was on the operating payment. A while later, in a cubicle off the operating room, Dr. Bassett and I tried to reach an understanding.

Thank you for coming so promptly, Craig. Well, you phoned me, you said urgent. You said liberal payment. I liked your language, especially liberal payment. Now, squelch my curiosity first. What do you feel a dog's teeth with?

A T-bone steak? The same as with humans. A amalgam, gold. The one you watched had lower bridge work done. Lower bridge work? Oh, that dog is a Broadway star. Oh, floss. You must surely know him.