The Diamond Quartet

My name is Jeff Regan. I get ten a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Ryan Anthony J. Lyon I'm 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 diamond quartet Well, this is the way it started

Melody called about six o'clock that night. She gave me the name of a restaurant out on the strip and said that the lion was waiting for me. I drove out there and found him squatting at one of the corner tables, and had a big white napkin tucked under all of his chins, and he was working on a plate of crab lui and a bottle of beer.

A tall, peroxide blonde and slacks and dark glasses were sitting across from him, watching a meet. And a couple of bald-headed waiters were just sort of standing around, looking at the ceiling. Well, well, Reagan, I see you got my message.

I don't know. I want you to meet Miss. What did you say your name was young lady? Mad, what do you do? Just plain mad, Batter. Hm, uh, Regan, this is Madge. I hate gum shoes.

They all think. Okay, where'd you find her? Madge? Oh, um, Madge works for Mr. Daily. Mr. Pete Daily. He's a new client of ours. Isn't that right, Madge? to the mad. Oh, come shoot the nosy.

That's why I don't like them. Madge is going to drive you out to Mr. Daly's resident, Triggin. Who's Daly? Very nice chap. Very nice chap. I spoke with him on the phone. What's the job?