The too Many Mrs. Rogers

My name is Reem. I get ten a day on expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyons. They call me 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 too many Mrs. Roger.

Seven Street, near Olive. That's where it stands, downtown LA. Cosmopolitan building, a big chunk of granite poking its way up to a parking lot. That's where you'll find international detective bureau, Suite 308, the Good Bargain Coder if you're shopping around for trouble. Anthony Jay Lyon, the guy I worked for at P.D. Ranch.

can't be very much because sunlight in those office walls have never said whole the cosmopolitan building an air shaft runs right up the middle of it sweet three o eight is wrapped around that ventilator like a donut around a whole figures that the weather bureau on a separate survey on that office we get all the blow by from the acne intense company three doors down the hall

floss angel smog coming second best they know about it well was last Tuesday The day that Cleveland won the pennant that I walked in. The lion was there pecking around on that same old Remington.

Somebody broke in the period key, but he didn't seem to mind. He talks in commas anyway. I don't know who he was writing to, but there were a couple of cereal box tops at his elbow and a contest blank.

He was writing something about why I feed my children your breakfast food. The lion's a bachelor. Rega, no do you know I'm battle creek Michigan? Jack Armstrong. I may win this contest. Here's one for you to fill in.