The House by the Sea

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 Jack Webb is Jeff Regan investigators stand by for hard-boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the house by the sea

This is the way it started I walked in the office about 11 o'clock that morning. It was a nice warm day and I didn't have much on my mind. That's the trouble with nice days.

We take a couple of easy breaths, open somebody's door, and it's just like peeling a wrapper off an atomic bomb. The lion was in his den, sitting behind his desk. He couldn't tell where he left off and the desk began.

He was talking to a girl with a flock of black hair. He was the kind you see driving a Cadillac convertible down Sunset Boulevard on Hot Sunday Afternoon. and no one of the lions cigar was out, was wet on both ends.

Well, well, come in, Regan, come in. I was just about to call you, but now that you're here, it makes things simpler. Ms. Carmen, this is Mr. Regan. How do you do, Mr. Regan? Mr. Lion tells me you're just the man I want.

You said the same thing to a mortician last week. He is the man I want, Mr. Lion. Well, that's fine, Ms. Carmen. I knew you would be pleased. I'm very proud of Jeffrey. As long as I'm in the cast, how about a look at the script, huh?

Ms. Carmen is associated with the famous psychic consultant Prince Caro. I helped the Prince look into people's minds. Well, that ought to be real fun if all your customers are under sex. Ha ha. You don't believe in thought trans fans, Mr. Reagan.