Man Who Lived by the Sea

My name's Regan. I get ten a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyon. They call me The Lion's Eye. Jack Webb is Jeff Regan investigator as CBS offers you hard-boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the man who lived by the sea.

The next time you're out for a drive, pick up all up street along about the 700 block. You can't miss it. It's a big building made out of white granite. Cosmopolitan building. Anthony J. Lyon, the guy worked for a rent office there.

International Detective Bureau, Suite 308. A couple of rooms were the connecting waste basket. The lion has the only desk in the office in the typewriter that Remington dropped from their catalog back in 1915. I walked in about 11 o'clock last Tuesday morning.

The room was loaded with taboo. She was a tall girl with a flock of black hair and a mink coat. The kind you see driving a Nash convertible down Sunset Boulevard on warm Sunday afternoon.

The lion's cigar was out. It was wet on both ends. He had one arm around her shoulders. He knew by this time that coat was the real article. He wasn't any music, but he didn't seem to mind.

Come on, Enrigen. Not much room to dance. We got business. She's your date. Mr. Regan, Ms. Cara. How do you do, Mr. Regan? Mr. Lyon tells me you're just the man I want. Well, he said the same thing to a mortician last week.

Ms. Cara is associated with the famous psychic consultant, Prince Nemo. I helped the prince look into people's minds. That ought to be fine if all your customers are under sex. You don't believe in thought-transference, Mr. Regan?