Leg Man AFRS Myst Phs 135

Okay, two bays coming up. Thanks, Mike. But in your eye, that's 20 cents paid before you hoist in. Justin guy, huh? Yeah. Oh, Mike. Yeah?

Here's a tip for you. A little something extra. Oh! It's a good gag, huh? But you know, I don't think Mike appreciated it. Oh, big Mike is dead. Murdered by two unfriendly strangers, it seems from the listening to be an open and shut case is simply fine with two men who went into the bar at that particular time.

Finding them shouldn't be difficult, since they each had a drink and left their glasses on the bar. Oh, creeps. This is T4Y. Opening the doors to the mystery player. Tonight we bring you another story by your old favorite, William Irish.

It's called, Legman. You've already heard the crime being committed. Oh, we plan to lead you slowly through the maze of clues and evidence. See if you're as smart as you think you are. Now then, let's hear the rest of Legman by William Irish.

The scene. Mike's tavern on the lower west side of Manhattan. The place is jammed with policemen, detectives, photographers. Sprawled behind the bar is the body of Mike. Two bullets in it. All right boys, put those two glasses on the bar and let these reporters get some pictures.

Inspector, how's chances of some info? My name is Burgess from the Globe. How much did they take the place for? It wasn't a cash killing. Not much dough and a bar at nine in the morning.

We got to take it for a grudge killing. Got yourself a suspect, Jack? Nope. We've got the culprit. Solid. He's cooked washed and battered. See those glasses we just put back there in the bar?