Fish for Entree

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

Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable? But manuscript is on this shelf. Here it is, Fish Ferrantre, the very unusual story of a fishing expedition that was Powell with murder. Let's look at it under the reading lamp.

Being the son of the local chief of police never kept Barney Crawford from doing anything that was normal. Example, well, Barney loved to go fishing. It was late one bright sunny morning and far out on the bay in a rowboat that was being rock by the choppy water. Barney Crawford was holding a line and Janus Turner his

fiancée was just about holding her own. Hmm. What a day. Yes. Why are they Barney? Who Janus? The fish. Oh. What's the matter to you? Look green. I feel green. Well, when you say so, I was trying to be very brave.

Now since I'll pull in my line, we'll get back to shore. Thank you, dear. I'll have it up in a... Wait a minute. I don't know if I can. Something's under the catch. Can't you shake it, Luther? I'd rather not look at a fish right now.

After sitting here all morning. Wow, it must be a whale. Look at the way the rod has bent. What do you mind if I did? Looking at the ground for heavy equipment. Just a few more seconds, Janice and I'll have them.

Huh? Hold everything. I'm trying to, buddy. Easy does it. Easy. I gotta be careful. It doesn't snap the rod. He's not fighting now. Well, when I get into the surface, you'll see a battle. Some fish wait until that...