A Boat In The Street

Now, Fellie Moore calls come in, in hand of the Sergeant Matthew, I'm busy. Goodbye.

Never get any work done around here with all those food calls. Let's see, where was I? Oh, now go away. Okay, who is it? It's me, Inspector Parryday. Barton didn't make it to death, tell you I was busy.

Yes, sir. Didn't he tell you to report the Sergeant Matthew? Yes, sir. What's the matter? Don't you like the Sergeant Matthew? I'm sorry, my dear, you're just out getting something to eat. And what you have couldn't wait. You just have to see me.

Yes, sir. Well, if it's anything less than City Hall blowing up, you've got to start running. What is it? I found a body. Lucky you. You found a body. Nice and that nice. Your first day ahead, you found a body.

Did you bring it with you? No, sir. It's still out on the biking, out on the boat. A boat? Yes, sir. What are you talking about? What boat? A boat that's lined on Montgomery Street.

A boat on Montgomery Street? Yes, sir. But there isn't any water within five miles of Montgomery Street. Well, this is your idea of a joke. In sweeter I saw the body on the boat of biking, and the boat is on Montgomery Street.

What do you think? Honors to expect the clients he's down there now waiting for the boys in the land. A boat on dry land with a body on it. Oh, yeah. And you sit, shut up.

Barton, go out and find Boston Blackie. Bring him back here. Boston Blackie? Yeah. That Blackie has an answer for everything. I want to hear what he has to say about this. The Dick Palmer has lost in blackie.