The Man Who Came Back

My name is Jeff Regan. I get ten a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Lion, Anthony J. Lion. They call me the lion's eye. With Jack Webb as Jeff Regan investigators stand by for hard-boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the man who came back.

Well, this is the way it started. It was a hot Tuesday afternoon about four o'clock. Melody was sitting at her typewriter watching a tired looking fly crawl across the ceiling. She didn't say a word just waved an arm in the direction of his door.

Certainly we will Mr. Brown Dyke. Absolutely. Certainly. Yes of course. Come and read. Yes. All right Mr. Brown Dyke. I should be there in an hour. All right, half an hour. Goodbye. Reagan, you're it.

I'm what? Here's the address. Name's I'm a Brandeck. I've got the real estate office in Pasadena. Check in by a special messenger I have an hour ago. It was late, but the bank tells me it's good.

So you're it. You know that's what I like, the fishing. It's too hot to be funny. I want you to hop out there and see what it's excited about. Didn't me tell you? Yeah, it's one of those nasty old kutsi didn't make much sense on the phone.

Something about someone coming back. Besides, the speech was slipping around. Yeah. I think how it's a job. This has been terrible at least. You know, I still want my expenses on that tartaglia thing. Have you ever come up short with me?

Yes, I have. You'll get all the chummin' to you. When? As soon as Melody gets the bill from that hospital because that's coming out of your check. Now, beat it out there and find out what this guy wants and call me if you're running into any trouble.