No Sad Clowns for Me

My name's Regan. I work for Anthony J. Lyon, Detective Bureau. They call me the lion's eye. Sunday at 8.30 in C.B.S. brings you Jeff Regan, Investigator starring Frank Graham as Regan with Frank Nelson as Anthony J. Lyon. So stand by for mystery and suspense and adventure in tonight's transcribed story. No sad clowns for me. There was a tall clown and a short clown

juggling this one. Plus a sleek but over-aged destroyer named Ruth, the war tights and trained tigers. All parts of a big circus playing a small town of 649 people. And somewhere along the midway a joker wanted to cut me down to size. Six-foot box size.

I wasn't thinking about the circus when I went to the detective bureau Wednesday morning, but my boss was. The lion was up to his knuckles in. I mean, my boy, I've just about decided to have a whole of us done over in Greece.

Why the sea of one dollar bill? Yeah, client, my boy, with payment in advance. Those bills look like they've been paper in a rat's nest. They're all in pieces, my boy, but they're good. You'd know.

Yeah, of course. You notice when I hold this one against this 300 watt light, either paper's made with silk threads. If hitting the torn bills together, they come to $67, Jeffrey. And the client is...

See, this can't be spanked. Boddle top is full of nickels dimes and quarters, Jeffrey. And with the $1 bills, it makes a very nice retainer of $75. For which we do what? Nothing. Wait a minute, Fatzel.

You mean a client walked in here laid down $75 to hire us to do nothing? Exactly. Duck, there's a curve on this pitch. Oh, no, my boy. The whole thing's perfectly legitimate. I'll client walked in about an hour ago.