Well Well Another Body

Mystery house. Mystery house. That strange publishing firm owned by Dan and Barbara Glenn, where each new novel is acted out by the Mystery house staff before it is accepted for publication. Mystery house.

Ah, greetings, tafins. Evening, Mrs. Glenn. Hi, my baby. I think this story is going to make a good book, and I'll be anxious to know if it fools you people. Oh, a fool, right? Right.

I think it'll keep you guessing right up to the last page. Well, this is glad I wonder if it's a good idea to keep people guessing. I don't see why not. Well, I'll bet the listeners right now, for instance, wondering what news the sponsor has for them.

And really, I don't think we should keep them guessing any longer. OK, places everybody. Set the scene, Tom. Well, well, another body. Tonight's story opens in the comfortable office of Lieutenant Morse, a police officer at the modern school.

A rather timid man is standing before the lieutenant's desk, and Morse isn't paying much to the attention to it. Lee Shover is the name of the lieutenant. R-I-C-H-A-U-V-E-R, reach over. I live at 612 North-tenant Lane.

612 North-tenant Lane. I got it. Complaints signed against somebody? Well, no. Not a complaint against anybody I know, I guess. At least I hope not. You see, I found the body in the front yard.

Body in the front yard? You know what? Did you say a body? Yes. And I'm pretty sure, at least I'd be strongly inclined to believe. that the girl had been murdered. Murder? What's the girl's name?

I really couldn't say. You see, she's a complete stranger to me, Lieutenant Morris. When did you find a body? Not over a half an hour ago. As soon as I found it, I came right down to the police station as fast as I could.