There's Nothing Like a Pork Chop When Supper Rolls Aroun

My name's Regan. I work for Anthony J. Lyon, Detective Bureau. They call me the lion's eye. Sunday at 8.30 and CBS brings you Jeff Regan, investigators starring Frank Graham as Regan, with Frank Nelson as Anthony J. Lyon. So stand by for mystery, suspense and adventure in tonight's transcribed story titled, There's Nothing Like a Pork Chop When Supper Roles Around.

It took a heap of threatening notes to make Buddy Huckle afraid, and we had plenty of threatening notes on this one. Individual words cut from poems and pasted on plain white paper to create a message of death. If you enjoy poetry, you hate Huckle, and everyone connected with this case enjoyed poetry. Maybe it has something to do with a dictaphone that wound up telling

too much and a leggy blonde that told too little. It was three in the afternoon when I checked in with my boss, the lion, at the detective bureau. Somehow he looked different. Did you ever hear my boy?

Then I saw he was wearing a flowing black tie. Listen to this, Jeffrey. Where's your cape, Fatso? Listen. Listen to the exhortation of the dawn. Look to this day for it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course, Lyall... Poetry! You, Lyann? But just because you have no appreciation of the finer things in life, Jeffrey, doesn't mean that I... Who's poetry? Mine, of course! You, the head of a detective agency, writing poetry?

A man who appreciates the beauty of the universe, the richness of living... What's in it for you? What do you mean by that snide, Raymar? What do you get out of writing this poetry? I reap calm, peace, my boy!