Phonograph Murder

Yes? Package for Mr. James Grant. For me? You Mr. James Grant? Yes. It's for you.

Okay, sign here. But I'm not expecting a package? And I'm not expecting it to snout them or put it mic. Somebody sent you a package, so you got a sign for it. Here. Alright. Here's a package.

Well, don't be scared of it. Can't be a bomb. It's too skinny. Say there's a note attached to it. That come with a package. Read it later. Sign for it. Will you so I can scram?

Oh. That come with the package. Read it later. Sign for it, will you so I can scram? Oh, sure. Here. There you are. And this is for you. Say, thanks, Mr. Grant. You didn't look like you were gonna be good for more than a dime.

So long. Goodbye. Oh, this package feels like it has a phonograph record in it. Oh, these are phonograph records. No, it says, play this at once. Alright, I'll play it once. Hmm, labuses Tommy Wayne in the orchestra.

That'll be good. Well, now let's hear what this sounds like. Set in that chair, James. Grant, set in that chair. What the... This record lasts just two minutes and fifteen seconds. Sometime within that two minutes and fifteen seconds you're going to die.

What? Please don't get up in the chair, it won't be any good. Oh, I'm gonna sit out of here. Don't run for the door, it's black. Ah, not the windows, James. How terrible the fall eighteen stories do you death when you can speak soft red mountain?

Why? And now meet Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie. Enemy to those who make him an enemy. Friend. To those who have no friend. 719 Blackie. Here's Miss Helen Martin's house.