The Man in the Door

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

Well, which is the way it started started. The lion called about four o'clock that afternoon, said he wanted to see me down at the office. I argued a while, finally told him I'd be here.

Melody was sitting in front of her typewriter when I came in, putting a new coat of paint on her nails. She handed me a blank contract with no date filled in. Jerked a thumb towards the lion's den.

I went in. I'm freaking glad you got here. What do you know about architects? They dropped me. I know that much, but what about bids and all that stuff? I'll let you figure out what a building's gonna cost, don't you think?

Go on. If whoever's paying for the building likes what they write down and they're hired. Couple of architects, maybe three or four, make bids. I suppose so? Low man gets the job. Why? Our clients and architects named Eddie Hage, an office in the Park's Henry Building.

He thinks maybe the bank is handling his bid might try to put something over on him. Banks don't do things like that. He thinks maybe a guy who works at the bank might be taken down to shove his bid He's been under the counter.

Why didn't you say that in the first place? Because I'm saying it now. Ains wants us to look into it. Alright, who do I see? Ains first. We only talk to him on the phone.