And Peter Chambers54-04-2704Joan Bradly

Peter Chambers, created by Henry King, transcribed and starring Dane Pluck, private investigator, duly licensed, and duly sworn. Peter Chambers. You're a private eye.

That's your business. Anything else? That's for laughs. It's one of those dark brown nights dirty with rain. You're home and you're doing calisthenics with a scotch bottle. It isn't so much that you enjoy a drink, but, after all, you're a private eye.

You might get waved out of the league if you didn't keep in practice. You're contemplating a warm shower in an early go to bed when... Oh... Mr. Chambers, Peter Chambers. Don't you service ma'am, if it's service you want.

I'm glad I'm so glad I was able to reach you. Oh, I'm glad you're glad, lady. What is it, please? My name is Doyle. Mary Doyle. I own a rooming house at 801 West 53rd.

That's quite near. Perhaps 10 minutes from where you are. Now look, Mr. Bodyguard, job for tonight. Tonight, all lady is murdered tonight. It's pouring rain. I know, sir, but this is kind of an emergency, sir.

Oh, better be. A hundred thousand dollars in cash. She's got a hundred thousand dollars up the oven. Hello. Hello. A fine night to be making a house call, but emergency, the lady said, and it certainly sounded like the emergency had bust wide open.

So, you're fighting the rain, making tracks for a rooming house at 801 West 53rd. And then you're there. And you shove at the buzzer. You get no answer. You turn the knob, and you're inside.

Inside is a spacious downstairs room. A flight of steps going up. There's a phone on a corner table and its receiver is dangling. And as a lady seated in front of it about 40 red hair bucks and quite attractive with thinking large times She's wearing silk lounging pajamas with shoes to match and she's out like the proverbial light