Nightmare Murder Case

That's very pretty, Mr. Ring. Very pretty. Very even. Very clear. My voice, Mr. Ban? You're typing, my dear. You don't mind my looking over your shoulder while you're working? No, it's not. You're looking, I mind, just you commenting.

Oh. Besides, you ought to be very happy that I'm singing. When the secretary's singing, she's happy in her work. Ha ha ha. Working for a private investigator is the nicest job a girl could have.

Working for a private investigator? The private investigator. The best in the country. Well, now that much. Are you follow fans? Are you? Why yes, please come in. Fans, listen. You're clever. You're brilliant. Help me. Please help me.

I promise I'll try. What is it? I'm Mrs. Grace Rawls. And last night I had a dream. I dreamt that a man came to me and gave me $500. Well, that's hardly anything to get so excited about Mrs. Rawls.

You don't understand. This morning I met the man, the same man I saw in my dream. And he gave me the money. Here it is. Look at it. $500. He handed it to me on the street and he disappeared.

Thala Vance's office. Hello, this is Mrs. Rawls. I was in to see Mr. Vance yesterday. Please connect me with him. I'm sorry, he isn't in. Well, find him, and please find him at once. Tell him that last night I dreamed that same man came to me and gave me a new car.

This morning when I woke up, the same car I dreamt about was in front of my door. Tell Vance he's got to explain this before I go mad. My dear Mrs. Rawls, you came to tell me about the third dream you had, the one you dreamt last night.