Jackpot Murder Case

What a night. Glad you decided to come along with me, Vance.

Thanks for asking me. It isn't every private investigator who was taken out on a case by the district attorney. You aren't every private investigator, Vance. Well, thank you, Mark. Right now I wish I were an Indian guy.

Oh, I think this is the spot where I'm supposed to meet with you, Willie. I'd like to get out there for sure. We've been, Willie. Gangster Nickmame's a very descriptive, aren't they? Definitely, only Willie isn't a gangster.

He's what the highly literate newspapers refer to as an informer. And the police call us stupid. He insisted to me on the phone this afternoon that he knows who killed Al Laport yesterday and would tell me if I met him here alone.

You're not very complimentary. We meant I wasn't bringing Sergeant Heath or any policeman for that matter. I can't tell you why because I don't know. I do know. I don't really going out in this rain.

There's supposed to be a shack of some kind out here. So will he say? I used a spotlight on this side of the car. Perhaps I can figure it out. There we are. Not over in that direction.

Oh, not over. There it is, Mark. Yep, practically parked on the threshold. Right, we'll make a run for it. Ready? Yes, let's go. Come on, Mark. Hey, Charmy. Did you get very wet, Bens? Not too.

Let's go in and see your friend. We've been willing, Mark. Good enough. Of course, if he does know, we'll kill it down the port yesterday, this trip will have been worthwhile. No question about that.