Matson49-07-0702The Cable Car Case

Hello, Yukon 28209. Yes, this is Candy Matzins. Do you have a little lumps out murder in your home? Got some blackmail you want to unload? Are you the victim of some vulgar extortionist? I know a girl you should meet.

She may not be the greatest private eye in the world, so what if it does cost you three or four hundred dollars? She sure is sweet. Jeez, Candy Matzins. Like to meet her? Hello. Candy Matzant.

Well, I wasn't sure when I looked in the mirror this morning. Had a rough night, eh? Oh, there have been rougher ones. Look, boys, before you get caught with my receiver down, who are you and what do you want?

As to who I am, you'll find out very shortly. What I want is you. How romantic and over the phone yet. Let me finish. What I want is you to lay off that cable car business.

Oh, that. Well, I'm afraid I can't. You see, I was sitting beside him when they discovered his transfer had been punched, sort of permanently. That's how things happen with me. I get into the craziest routine. You see, I used to be a model. I've been told I have the proper displacement for such a career.

But I found there wasn't enough money in it. A girl has to maintain a nice apartment on Telegraph Hill, keep enough clothes to highlight the displacement I mentioned, and also eat, doesn't she? Sure. Though I turn private eye, he made a better class of people, mostly named Rigger or Mortis. Now take this cable car deal. It's

positively fantastic. But after all, this is radio, isn't it? Like to hear how the whole thing happened? Leave this trip along to Act 1. I wanted to get downtown that morning, but I couldn't take the F car on Stockton.