Murder Me Gently

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. This story we're trying out for a Mystery House novel tonight, Barbie. Murder me gently. Gently. That sounds a little tame. There's nothing tame about this story, Dan. Oh, anything gentle? Well, wait and decide for yourself.

That's the great American privilege, Mr. Glenn, deciding for yourself. Now let's not get stuffy Thomas. No, I'm serious Mr. Glenn. You know as an American citizen you pay your money and you take your choice.

And everybody has a right to tell a story. Oh incidentally speaking of stories, listen to this one. Okay, precious everybody. Set the scene, what is Tom? Murder me. Gently. Tonight's story opens in a record shot.

Albums of symphonic recordings fill the shelves along one wall. across the room are several soundproof booths in which prospective customers may listen to records. Surely Boyington, a clerk, is talking over the telephone. Pro-Wattieth? Listen, this is a crime I haven't heard of them. I bet there's plenty you don't know about the stuff that's

mellow the swing of barrel house music. What? Sure Mr. Boulders here. Look, lady, I'll be happy like you talk to them, and we've probably got what you want. All we do have is long underwear waxing. Huh? Oh, no, a fence lady.

But I'm beat right down to my socks with all these long hair questions. I'll hold the line, please. Mr. Baldur, uh, what are your classic kids? Hey, why don't you turn out that record? Mr. Baldur, what's the matter, ya sick?