Death Never Doubles

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Death never doubles. 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. Death never doubles. The very exciting story of a past present that had no future. Let's look at it under the reading lamp. It was early evening and Peter Woods, a young lawyer, was in his apartment getting dressed for his appointment with Hildurian,

his fiancé. He was not expecting a phone call, but when it came he answered it as if It meant nothing at all. Then five minutes and countless palpitations later. Oh sure, Mr. Jackson. Don't worry, Mr. Jackson, I'll be there.

Yes, I know, not later than a quarter to eight. Yes, I got the address. 10.52, West 52nd Street. All right, Mr. Jackson, thanks very much. Bye. Wow. Ooh. Oh, why I'm looking. I'm saying I'm looking.

This is... I can go... Oh... Hmmm... Hmmm... Hmmm... Hmmm... Hmmm... Hmmm... Hello? Hello? Honey! Yes? Oh my sugar coated cupid. Guess what? You're going to be late again. You're drunk! I'm delirious. I just fell into a pot of gold.

Did you say gold? Huh? Mr. Jackson just phoned me. Steve Jackson. Who's he? Oh I don't know. He's going to do a big operation and he needs a lawyer. He promised me $5,000. Five th- Who recommended him to you?

Nobody just pick my name right out of the phone book. Uh-huh. Oh, what's the matter? Oh nothing now You know I've gotten several clients that way. Did they pay you $5,000 fees? Oh, Hilda now look I know it's a lot, but it isn't fantastic after all Yes, honey after all he may be a nut with a boat loose. He sounded perfectly all right to me