Blue Mink

And now for today's thrilling Nick Carter adventure. The case of the blooming presented by old Dutch glamour. The story opens Nick and Pessy are entering a large department store very early in the morning. I didn't know you were a king by the Fair Protective Association.

You've probably forgotten Pessy. It's been years since they've had occasion to call on me. Oh, this new series of earthets is really serious, tell me. And you think this department store is the best place to catch up on film?

I do. They accepted the biggest losses of any store in town so far. Come on, here's the elevator. Oh, four, please. And you think I'll be able to spot the vice-c one? I hope so.

As a rule, women who steal furs have a large receptacle of some kind, the bag, or bundle, in which they can hide the furs while they make their getaway. Also, they have a sort of shift to look about them. You watch closely.

You've had a lot more experience with the crooks and most sale furs, that baby. I hope you're right. I'll try anyway. This is the pretty part. Ms. Cheryl, the detective on this floor said she...

Mr. Carter. That's right. You owe Ms. Cheryl? Yes. And this is his phone who's gonna be our new sale, girl? Oh, well, for a while, anyway. I only hope I can make good. Oh, I'm sure. I hope so, too.

Now, if you'll come with me, it's going out. So are you waiting, Lisa? Oh, just a minute, Ms. Cheryl. Me. Suppose I see a customer who looks suspicious. What do I do? Call Ms. Cheryl if you can.