The Upholsterer

Good evening. This is Ken Roberts, inviting you to listen to another adventure of Casey, Crime Photographer. Ace Cameraman, who covers the crime news of a great city. Our adventure for tonight. The upholsterer. Night. A gloomy street of small, grimy-looking shops.

All of which are now closed and dark. In front of one of them. Go to the flat. Go to the flat. This is the perucci. Is everything all right with you? Go to the flat.

Is that to you, business? And what is a small boy like you Joey doing not so late? Life is only at past ten. Anyway, you old lady ain't home for more kids. Joey, maybe you should go find me a policeman.

You want a cop? I think so. What for? Because, huh, policeman is a cop. Come that's comedy the big flash for office of comedy Officer yeah Come in come here quick, please Something wrong, Boruji I don't know a couple of minutes ago of his comedy. I Hear what sounds like gunshots gunshots Gee, what do you hear? I was just going to bed behind my shop next door

Suddenly from other side of my wall from goalblatt's place. I boom boom Then I hear what sounds like something heavy falling to the floor. Doors locked, right? I call him. He don't answer. Hey, maybe the old guy shot himself, Carmy.

Maybe he's been morty. Hey, Chick-a-glash out the door, Carmy. I'm down, kid. Roochie, isn't there a window at the rear of Goldblad's door in the room where he sleeps? See, but he's got iron bars on it so nobody can get in.

You'll have to kick the glass out, Carmy. I hate to disappoint your destruction, love a little soul, kid. But I'm not going to do any expensive glass mashing. Then how are you going to get in?