Cain and Abel and the Santa Maria

My name's Jeff Regan. I get ten a day in expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Lyon. Anthony J. Lyon. 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 pain and dable and the Santa Maria.

Well, this is the way it started. It was one of those cold clammy mornings that the chamber of commerce doesn't like to have in print. I was in my place working in a four minute egg that tasted like a boiled golf ball when the phone began bouncing.

I let it ring a while and I got to thinking that it might be an old-fashioned girl who knew how to cook. It was the lion. How long are you talking? I'll buy you a time clock.

Get to the point. How are they? I do. Yeah? They're sending me work. He's rad, she raises horses. Horses don't talk, what's bothering him? You never learn, do you? This means no.

What else does it mean? Money are you ever think about? Well, then get yourself another boy and start teaching him. I don't learn easy. I'm just a... Taking somebody's check before you know who's who and what means trouble.

Look, last week that guy had a record longer than a roll of ticker tape. Where is it? Yeah. I know, I know.

Well, when the lion hung up and he sounded as happy as a chorus girl with a new mink coat. This smart guy I guess, but he uses check stubs for a telephone directory. Well, a home of Abel Roderick wasn't too hard to find.