Death Passed My Window

Mystery house that's strange publishing firm owned by Dan and Barbara Glenn where each new novel is acted out by the mystery house staff before this accepted for publication mystery house Hey Barb you said the novel we're acting out for Mystery house tonight has a detective who never even sees the scene of the crime

That's technically correct Dan at least she never gets on the premises. She yes the girls in England Well, that sounds impossible. Well, now don't use that word, Mr. Glenn. Nothing's impossible. No, well, I can think of a good many things that nobody's ever been able to do.

Well, I can remember when people said it would be impossible to make the radio commercials as interesting as the show itself. But listen to this. Okay, places everybody. Set the scene, will you, Tom? Death.

Past my window. A story about a young girl who lives in that section of an industrial city For the tenements sit in squalid rows side by side with only a few feet between My name is Hope Gray I've been a hopeless envelope for eight years ever since the night of hidden run driver struck me down

I lie in my bed now in a dingy room of a crowded faded tenement My one window stares at a window in another tenement, almost directly opposite. That window and the girl who lives behind it have become friends of mine.

Morning Hope, how's the back today? Much better thanks, Jenny. If you were telling the truth, you'd have to find us back in the world, always better, every morning. Did any bring you home last night, Jenny?

Yeah, but it's pretty usual. Why don't you bring him up to your room sometime, Jenny, and get him in front of your window so I can see him? Hey, not so fast, Chum. Nice girls, they'll bring their boyfriends to their room.