Cupid Can Be Deadly

Oh broadcasting system presents! Hello, I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Cupid can be deadly. Yes, we have that story for you. Come right over. You are here.

Good. Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable? The manuscript is on this shelf. Here it is. Cupid can be deadly. The very unusual story of a dream that was made of the stuff that killed.

Let's look at it under the reading lamp. The house in the hills of Westchester was big and rambling, like a medieval castle. And it was owned by the beautiful and temperamental Linda Barry, the celebrated actress.

It was late Saturday night and Paul Palmer, a Broadway columnist and one of the weekend guests, came quickly down the stairs and as he made the right angle turn toward the library, he met Professor Caldwell, a psychologist and Another one of the guests. Oh, excuse me, Mr. Palmer. I didn't hear you coming. I'll lock on my toes. Have you seen Toby? Toby? Miss Randolph. Oh, yes

And no, I haven't seen her in quite a while. Where can that girl be? Have you looked in her room? Just now Well, I'm going out for a drive with Sam Winslow. That's the only private detective?

I look around outside if I should see him as well. Yeah, tell her about me. Well, of course. In the meantime, you might ask Miss Barry. Or is she? In the library. Now, if you don't mind.

I don't. Thank you. I asked Mr. Winslow to be ready in ten minutes. It's almost that now. Well, good luck, Mr. Palmer. Why don't I stay home for a change? Paul. Alinda, have you seen?