The Handkerchief

I'm photographer! Oh Miss Williams, I was just telling Casey to... Hello Annie! What have you got there? Ah yes, of course. Oh Casey, don't they look good? I just couldn't resist him. A jar of strawberry preserved?

They look just like those my grandmother used to make. Uh, somebody talking about food? Well look Tony, don't they look wonderful? Oh they sure do, and in the glass jar too! Oh, smart gal Annie, see the anchor and the H on the bottom?

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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you another adventure of Casey crime photographer, Ace cameraman, who covers the crime news of a great city, written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, the handkerchief.

Joe Pilletti's tavern in the factory district at 11.30 o'clock on a Friday night is almost deserted. Behind the long bar, two white-coated bartenders abysily polishing glasses, while Joe Pilletti himself, the Joe B. looking fat man, Texas cash register. The street door opens and a huge uniformed policeman enters.

Good evening, Joel. Ah, look, tell him, my cue. Hi, Mac. Plurletant. Well, Andy. Say where's your other barkeep tonight, Joan? Gus, oh, he was not feel so good. I told him go home right now.

But he'll be back on a job at 12 o'clock when the rush starts. This is the night of your big rush, isn't it? Friday's payday at the factory. Ah, five minutes after 12 o'clock, everyone who's a quits of work at midnight comes into cashy's paycheck.