Contessa Marie Desmoulins

There's still one bullet left in this derringer, and I'll take you back whether you're alive or dead. Have gone! Will travel! Starring Mr. John Dana as Paladin. San Francisco. 1875. The Carlton Hotel.

Headquarters of a man called Paladin. Oh, I'm used to polity. Good morning, hey boy. Morning sir. A telegram comes for you. Oh, thank you. See how you get that bump on your head. Well? Oh, oh.

A miso Wong hit hey boy with broom handle. By accident? No sir, by purpose. Why? Well, big mistake, Mr. Paladin. Very big mistake. Miso Wong see hey boy kiss pretty Chinese girl. Oh, yes, I'd say hey boy that was a mistake.

Oh, no, you don't understand. Missy, you don't understand. Pretty Chinese girl was, hey boy's cousin. She going on a trip. Hey boy was kissing her goodbye. Why didn't you explain that to Miss Wong? Oh, that impossible.

She too angry. Maybe you can explain to her, Miss Paladin. She listened to you. All right, hey boy. I'll see what I can do. Oh, thank you. And you wish to send answer to Telegram?

This moment we'll see. Your presence is required at the Desmulan wrench. The sum of $1,000 has been deposited in your account to ensure your proper arrival. An additional $1,000 will be deposited on the completion of your services.

Sign the Quintess Marie Desmulan. Quintess Marie Desmulan. Desmulan. Desmulan. She's the owner of the largest cataractin-orecon hayboys, an empire in itself, and ruled as such by one of the most colorful women this frontier has ever known, the Contessa.

Oh, you take a trip, huh? For two thousand dollars? Yes, hey boy. I take trip. Begin, both of them here. We will now commence our lesson in stereophonic reproduction. Listen to the call of the spotted build-snicker on ordinary stereos.