The Case Of The Hospital Homicide

Opening the doors of the mystery playhouse. Tonight we bring you a story featuring Mr. District Attorney, a gruesome tale that begins outside of Metropolitan Hospital, a large oral truck is parked above an underground oil tank.

In is it, it begins as simple as that, but it ends in murder and the finding of a charred belt buckle and human teeth inside the hospital furnace. A fiery death. Hey, Sid. Yeah? Let's make this fast we can.

What do you think I'm doing? Watch your island there? Enough. What's going on out there? What you doing, Mr. Delivearn oil? Well, that's a break. I didn't think we'd do it again until next week.

We just got a shipment in. We thought you could probably use some here at the hospital. I should say we can. You, uh, new man with the old company? Yeah, yeah. Oh, you. I'm my janitor here.

Oh, say. What kind of truck do you use? What do you mean? Don't look like one of your regular company trucks. We use any kind of truck we can get these days, brother. Who are you talking to, said, eh, janitor guy here.

Look, mister. You have any papers, delivery papers I, I can look at. Sure, sure. There you are, brother. I hate to ask suspicious, Mr. But I've just been reading in the papers about them fuel oil hijackers.

What's that? Some fellas that's been draining oil out of the tanks at public buildings, making out like they would deliver in the stuff. No kidding. Yeah! A piece of warned all of us to be sore on the lookout for them.

I don't blame them. See, you're not the regular outfit that's been selling oil to us. to us. I'll make sure it's in it. These papers here. Something funny about them. Yeah. Yeah. I think I'm going to have to ask you and your friend here to come inside. Oh, thumb. Hey, what happened? Sid. I had to clip that janitor guy. Now let's get this truck filled and get out of here