Time To Kill

Mystery house that strange publishing firm owned by Dan and Barbara Glenn where each new novel is acted out by the mystery house death Before it is accepted for publication Mystery house Oh, Barbie you're looking very pert tonight. Well, thank you guys, sir I'm going to play the part of a glamour gal in the story. We're testing for a mystery house novel tonight

You'll be a hit, baby. Why don't think I'd like being a glamour girl if it means being the kind of person I'll portray in this story Oh, a meme even? Well, somebody has to play the bad parts.

That's what I like about my job, Mr. Glenn. I'm always a hero. Why, Tom, you'll never play any of the parts in the story. Not in the stories, maybe Mrs. Glenn, but I always feel like a hero because of the good news I bring our listeners.

For example, listen to this. Okay, pleasure everybody. I set the scene for the night story. When is Tom? Time to kill. Tonight's story opens in a swanky, nameless, exclusive little private club hidden away on the street level of a fashionable hotel building.

And the Archibald, seer, sage, poet, philosopher, and press agent is just taken a table in the almost deserted room. As a sweet little racket of yours, Mike, calling this restaurant a club, you're getting a little mixed up, Andy.

I don't let the customers insult me, I insult them. Oh, yeah. It's a club, not a restaurant. you've made it very smart to be insulted by michael habit you know mike maybe you and i should change jobs now thanks i'm making a good living and you owe me a neat little bill for last month and he