Murder On The Trapeze

Oh, pardon me, is this the dressing room of the Flying Johnson's? Yeah, right in front of you.

Oh, thank you. Hello. Well, you're about to read Johnson, aren't you? You know, I've been waiting for this circus to come to town so that I could come down here to see you. See me?

Oh, golly. I'm afraid you don't remember who I am, do you? Your face looks a little familiar. Well, I went to school with you, Creighton School. I'm very westerly. Of course I remember you. I don't think we ever guessed I'd become a trapeze artist and those days.

Oh well that was a hint you might be. You almost got kicked out of school for climbing trees. Did I? Yes you did. Excuse me Mary, but it's almost time for my hack. Meet me after and we'll talk.

Alright I'd love to, let's go. Sorry. You seem to be a little bit nervous and upset. Well I am Mary. Is that because of your act? Because of your act? No, no, but it is awfully dangerous. Oh, not really. It's actually foolproof matter of timing. Oh Oh, what a beautiful hoe. He's my favorite here white foot. Here's your lump of sugar. Oh

Careful, Mary. Give him a little nervous. I give him a lump of sugar each time I go out to do my act For good luck, huh? Something like that Mary You said I'm nervous enough. Well, I am I have a feeling that something is going to go wrong with the act.

Well, Valerie, not an accident. Here, you take this letter and read it if anything happens tonight. Because if it happens, it won't be an accident. And now meet Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie, enemy to those who make him an enemy, friend to those who have no friend.