Nine Hours to Live

For that most famous of all man-hunters, the detective's ability at solving crime is unequalled in the history of detective fiction.

Nick Carter, master detective. Tonight's curious adventure. Nine hours to live. Or Nick Carter and the death house mystery. And now a late news bulletin. Nine hours from now, at the stroke of midnight, turning walled in the blonde face, killer convicted of the murder of Mrs. Cornelius feeling will go to the chair. Just 30 minutes ago, the condemned

man made a last request. But Johnny Waldron did not ask for a sumptuous last beal in the tradition of the condemned. Nor did he ask to see his nearest and dearest relative, his wife Laura. No, Johnny Waldron's request was for something much more dramatic. He asked to see the great detective Nick Carter. Now, just what this last minute conference means

is anybody's guess. Perhaps a retrieve for Waldron. Perhaps a clue as to what happened to the Fielding Jules, which up to now have not even been found. At any rate, the master detective Nick Carter has consented to talk with Walren and is probably at this very moment, entering death house row.

Keep tuned to the station for further dramatic developments. We moved into number one this morning. It sees a shorter ways to walk to the chair. Number one. You all ready to go? Yeah, the barber was in his shavest head and legs about an hour ago.

How are you taking it? Oh, there ain't been a peep out of him. Do one nothing to eat. Don't want to chapelin' nothin' at all. I wonder who questies made is to see you. Funny time to ask to see his detective, huh?