Sauce For The Goose

Mystery house. Free house. That strange publishing form owned by Dan and Barbara Glenn, where each new novel is entered out by the Mystery House there, before it is accepted for publication.

Mystery house. Well, Barbie, tonight's Mystery House story deals with blackmailers. It certainly does, Dan. It's called Stomp for the Goose. Goose. That's an intriguing title. Let's go. Adjust the minute, Dan, before you do, here's a message from our sponsor.

We already kept the theme, Tom. So, for the goose. Our story opens with Joe Ward, a private detective, driving to a party with his girlfriend Mary Bar. Well, here we are.

And, Joe, if the patients wanted to play bridge after dinner, please don't refuse. Oh. Great. Hey, hey, you doing well enough yet me to come to the Jenkins for dinner? Didn't say anything about bridge or stuff, Kurt.

I'm going to make a human being out of you yet. Okay. Okay. Mine not the reason why. September 3-14. So what is the third floor? Our ring. It might at least live in a building with an elephant here.

Hmm. Oh, the walker do you do it? Yeah. I better rid of it and swim it. You smell anything funny? Boy. It smells like gas. John Wright it does. Coming right to Mr. Pardon's here.

Doors locked. Give me a nail plow. Wait a minute. Hit. I'll stand back, Mary. Stand back. Here with the door. Oh, you want going in there? Of course I am. I'll be right back. Fast down. Thank goodness she's still bleeding.

We've got to get her to the hospital right away. We're going to find out what this is all about. Then I said room 205. Mm-hmm. This is it, my dear. After you, my dear. Thank you.