Serenade Macabre

Hello, I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Serenade McCobb. Yes, we have that story for you. Come right over. You're here. Good.

Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable? The manuscript is on this shelf. Here it is. Serenade McCargh, the very exciting story of a circus, in which the last performance was given by death. Let's look at it under the reading-man.

It is two o'clock in the morning, and on the outskirts of the town where the tents have been set up in the red and gold wagons mooord, the circus is asleep. a succession of shadows in the moonlight.

Quiet, peaceful. Except for the occasional roar of protest that comes from a throat of salt in the untrained lion that Victor Parnell had bowed, he would break. For the movements of two people, Louise Parnell and Roy Turner.

He didn't. You'll never have to worry about Victor again when Sultan gets through with him to Martin Martin Martin. Oh. What's the matter? Nothing I got the bottle of glue. to break. No. I listen kid you got to pull yourself together we'll never get another chance to do it right and right there's nothing to be afraid of what we

should get caught what if somebody should say I can use nothing to be afraid of them hardness and I watch when it doesn't get to this point to three o'clock what you should decide to change be sick will you relax let me honor the circus I set up the schedule for I think that's gonna be our best friend of our

Come on, we're only about ten feet in the tent. The whole job won't take more than a couple of minutes. You know, it's murder, Roy. So... The idea of having Victor rip the piece in by a lion.