No Time for Murder

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. No time for murder. 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, no time for murder. The very intriguing story of a clock that chimed in with death. Let's look at it under the reading lamp. It was early evening and Peter Woods, a young lawyer, had time to kill before his appointment with Hilder-Ryan, his fiancé.

So he took a walk along Madison Avenue, which was practically deserted. Then he stopped to window browse outside a book shop. He was just getting interested in some of the titles when he was joined by a couple.

He was stopping here for a decade. Maybe I like books? Maybe you don't. Maybe you're just stalling for time. No, you're hurting. And I then let's get moving. Now you don't really mean that to you baby.

Excuse me, Lester, I don't like to break into a love scene. Well then don't, pal. Take your hand off her. OK, together, head. Now I'll give it to you. Steve, don't you knock him off.

Huh? With one punch. Yeah. Maybe I'm stronger than I thought. What is your name on me? Peter Wood. Oh, Peter, darling. How can I thank you? I heard how looked, Dick. If it had not been for you, I would have been funny.

You're just in time, Officer. This girl was being molested. Yeah, by you. That man down... What man down where, buddy? Where? He's disappeared. He was just lying there, Officer. Let me smell your breath. I'm not drunk.