Don't Tell Hilda (aka-Marcia Halpern)

Ladies and gentlemen, the American Broadcasting Company brings to its entire network one of radio's most unusual programs Pat Novak for hire. Oh, there's no way to dress it up You're in business down in the San Francisco waterfront everything but murder is a parlor trick

You rob a few graves you can pay the rent nobody cares if you got sore eyelids You get that way from winking at too many things. It's a good living if you don't run short of bail bonds and benzodream.

I discovered that Friday night after the fight broadcast. I wound up in a little whiskey barrel on Powell Street. I had a Glasgow farmer out of the red when they closed the bar. I drifted across the street for a cup of coffee.

When I came out it was raining and the street was deserted. I stood in the doorway and watched the dull neon through the rain. They looked splotched and dim like watercolors rubbed with a damp rag.

It was beginning to rain harder. I started out of the doorway when she ducked in and bumped up against me. Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, just wait for your blockers on the next one. I guess I bumped into you.

Don't go out on a limb. I'm very sorry. I guess I didn't know where I was going. It seemed to be headed in the right direction. How do we? Forget I noticed. It's raining awfully hard.

I wonder if you ever noticed how it... When it rains you feel lonely and lost? Yes. Yes, that's it. I want it rained you feel lonely... lost. Yeah, well, we're both great readers, so if you let me get by, I want to get a cab.