Rory Malone

Ladies and gentlemen, the American Broadcasting Company brings to its entire network one of radio's most unusual program Pat Novak for hire. I'm Pat Novak for hire That's what the sign out in front of my office says Pat Bogghorn for hire

All their other ways to say it but down on the waterfront in San Francisco You got to put your best foot forward especially if you want to trip up a friend And down here a friend is anybody who's been dead more than 10 years.

And then it pays to watch out because if you relax somebody will come along and knock you on the back of your stomach. Works on all right though. I rent boats and do anything else you can hide in the dark.

That's about all you can ask because along the embargo nothing's perfect except the heels. I found that out Wednesday afternoon. She was a lovely girl. The sort of person you'd expect to see in a choir loft, about three hours after choir practice.

Her hair was red, her eyes were as cold as a rigor mortise. And you knew the first time you met her that you'd been seeing her too often. Must have been about five o'clock in the afternoon I was walking down toward Pier 19 when she pulled up alongside him in a cream convertible.

Can I give you a list? You already have. Well, is that love a reflex action? What's on your mind? You are Mr. Novak, but don't put on your tracksuit. It's a business matter. Well, in that case, you've got a name.

I'm Con Regan. I went by your office a few minutes ago, but you were out. I'm in now. Go ahead. It won't take me long, Mr. Novak. Stay away from Rory Malone. When I'm doing all right so far, who is he?