(xxx) The Case of the Pretty Plant

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Angela Calamairas. Now, the case of the Pruddy Plant. You made nice time through this New York traffic salmon. I'll wait here, please. Oh, my. Good evening, madam.

Are you the landlady? I own the house, but I guess you'd say I'm the landlady. My name is Peters. My credentials? Can't see without my glasses. If you wait just a minute. Never mind. I'm a United States counterspies.

Mr. You could be the president. I still haven't got a vacancy. Not even the top floor rear is $6 a week bath on the fifth floor sheets changed every week. I don't want a room, madam. You have a border named Scuba.

Can you tell me what room he's in? Oh, Mr. Scuba. Never had a better pay in tenant in 22 years. No, 23. Come in. Thank you. He's got the second floor parlor front. $12 a week bath with towels twice a week.

Well, you don't have to go up madam if you'll just tell me which... Got to go up to the third floor anyway, Miss Tillinghast got a leak again. What's the bottom step? Carpet tour. Yes.

Well, um... Sorry, I've got to go so slow. But my heart's not what it used to be. No. Uh, yes. Oh, landing. Good rule, always to take a rest on each landing. As years to life.