Murder On Margin

Hello, I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is a crime club. I'm the librarian. Murder on margin. Yes, we have that crime club story for you. Come right over. Take the easy chair by the window.

Comfortable. The book is on the shelf. Here it is Murder on margin by Robert George Beings. The very intriguing story of the stocks of passion and the bonds of death Let's look at it under the reading lamp It is late evening in a room of a shabby hotel in Midtown Manhattan The trims slick-haired man is eyeing a blonde girl sitting near him on the sofa

He watches her carefully as she pours herself a drink They are hitting the bottle tonight ain't you Joan? That's the fourth one you think so what? Nothing. Only when you start guzzling like that, it's a sin-somethings eating.

I told you I was tired. Hey, baby, okay. Come here. Oh, please, Nick, don't. Yeah, you are tired, ain't you? Well, what do you expect? You know better than anyone else what a day I put in.

You've had tough a day. Maybe I have. Maybe I'm just getting sick of being a manicurist. Well, I can't blame you for that. I'm not crazy about being a bomber either. What? Maybe he'll be able to quit your job soon.

How? You know Larry Carson, don't you? Who? Larry Carson, the stock broker. You know, the guy in the brokerage house, a couple of doors to my shop? Oh, oh yeah, yeah. I think I've done his name.

Oh, sure you have lots of times. Well, he's a smart trader. Knows the market inside out. Mm-hmm. Well, he's been giving some tips to Tony who cuts his hair. And Tony's made himself quite a bundle.