Murder In Paradise

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. Hi Dan. How's our meeting? We're on Ginnings everybody. You're all up in your parks are you? Yeah. Say, this is a mighty squarely story in this family isn't it? Well of course. That's why we think the story will make a hit.

Readers don't enjoy reading about ordinary folks. They like the unusual. Yeah, that's right, Barbie. The more unusual the better. I disagree on that, Mr. Glenn. It's the straightforward direct approach that wins friends. For example, listen.

Okay, Tom, set the scene. Murder in paradise. The first act opens in the palatial home of the late Happy Harris, a tremendously successful publisher of Inspirational Books. His daughter is just admitted a newspaper reporter for the living room.

Let's see. You'd be hope Harris, wouldn't you? Yes. Wouldn't you have to see? Thanks. Where's everybody else? The rest of the happiness boy. Hey, uh, happiness boy? Sure. Didn't you know that's what they call your family?

Well, I never thought about it. I'm sure, but I don't like it. I hope you remember the family granted you this interview for your paper. You agreed there'd be nothing sarcastic or cruel about... about father.

Don't worry kid. You know, old Happy Harris was a fabulous character anyway you look at it. Tell me, Anas now, was all that happiness and light on the level? Since the old boy ever gets sore and Nash's teeth are stroking.

My dear sir, happiness is a state of mind. There's never any reason for making yourself unhappy by losing your temper. The matter is self-control and anger is a sign of weakness. It's one of the worst vices of mankind and the Harris publishing company has always driven...