Man Who Fought Back

My name is 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. With Jack Webb as Jeff Regan, the lion's eye stand by for hard-boiled action and misfereling adventure in tonight's story of the man who fought back.

There's a street crammed in between Wilton and Van Ess in Hollywood. It's called Taft Avenue. A couple of blocks long, and only got there because the city planners had a few tons of cement left over from the Coliseum.

On the corner there's a grey building poking its way up through a crack in the pavement that's where I live. Apartment K. Two rooms with a connecting door to a broom closet. Oh, the place isn't much.

A couple of chairs and a bed that comes out of the wall. And a mattress that could pass itself off as a relief map of the high sierras. Well, that's where I was the other night around 11, trying to catch some sleep.

That's when my phone began making an impression. Turned out to be the lion. What's the matter? Do you lose your voice? Just tell him. Write me a letter. We've just been hired. You start tonight.

Well, keep till morning. Her name's Alice LeFarr. On the Princess, across the street from Pershing Square. Get going. What's your trouble? She'll tell you all about it when you get there. Can't you tell me?

I haven't got the time right now. But there's nothing to it. I'd handle it myself if I did. flirting with widows and Pasadena. So I got a social engagement that helps our business pays to be seen in high society.