The Man with the Key

My name is Jeff Regan. I get tenet day in expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyons. 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 with a key.

A block above Wilton on Hollywood Boulevard, the street they call Taft. It isn't very long. about 48 palm trees and a couple of bad sewers. It figures that the guy who laid it was near sighted.

He didn't see the hill three blocks away. That kind of a tired look like an old lady who's been moving furniture. There's a dirty gray apartment house on the right-hand side of the street. That's my place.

308. A low ceiling and a leaky faucet. A telephone that rings at the wrong time. It was last Monday night about 11 o'clock. I was in bed listening to the party next door when it rang.

It was the lion. That's the way you sleep? You're going to be busy. We got a new client. Tell me all about it in the morning. Special message. It came to my place 15 minutes ago with a C note.

Any good? Who's that? That's what you're going to find out. I can see better in the daytime. She's waiting for you right now. Oh yeah. Should I take my banjo? Don't. What does she want to talk about?

How would I know? Well don't you ever check into things? That's what I pay you for. Alright where's last week's salary? You'll get it. When? As soon as I find out if your expenses will agit now get busy.