The Coffin

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 But cotton early afternoon the quiet restful reception room of a casket company The street door opens and two hard-eyed men enter From a glass and closed inner office, another man emerges.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. Hi. You the boss here? Well, I'm the sales manager. Cook is my name. Cook, 50. That's the hot name for a co-op and salesman, Andy. Ain't it? Yes, so I'm often told.

We want to see some samples of your product. I want to buy a car. You are a mortician, of course. What? He means undertaker boys. No cookie, I'm no undertaker. Oh, well, I'm sorry, but we sell only to the trays.

And you and a guy's gotta be another taker in order to buy one of your plushline boxes. That's our room. Rules are made to be busted, mister. I want a cough and I got the dough to pay for it.

They'll show me one of your fanciest models. And what the guy I'm buying at Ford, I have the best. after he's dead. When a guy kicks up, he's long to press. You said it, but...

You want to cast it for somebody who isn't yet dead. He isn't even sick yet. I don't understand. You don't have to just show us your boss. Yes, but first I'll give you the name and add this to the guy you'd have sent it to.

He's Nick Maddock. Nick Maddock. And he lives in the manor hall of pottings. Nick Madock is the notorious hangleader. That's correct. It's just beliefs what he reads to the newspapers, of course. Yes, it seems that way, Mike.