Fifty Thousand Dollar Diamond Heist

to Diamond, private detective. Diamond Detective Agency, a corpse to fit every pocketbook. Rick? Oh, hello, Helen baby. Let me sit down. Ritch is just broke. You got the right idea, baby. Oh, what's your geography, is cock eye?

Are you really hurt, Rick? Believe it or not, I was trampled by a herd of horses. Oh, Rick, you idiot. Now tell me what did happen. OK, one horse. You ruined me for life. You, one horseback riding on?

No, I don't believe it. Yeah, I want to see my bull eggs. You act to get you to ride a horse. But it was some slinky blonde. You know, baby, it was a palamino. And look, let's get all horses. I've had enough to last me.

What's for the early call? Early! I was dreaming of you, baby. You wouldn't have wanted me to stop just to get into the office? It's probably a whole harem. Helen, you gotta stop that peaking.

You read the morning papers? They come out in the morning? Now you stop that. Did you read them? Well, didn't have a bed down. Why? You and the society page again? Oh, it's more exciting than that.

The police commissioner's house was robbed of $50,000 worth of diamonds last night, and his gardener was murdered. What? I thought that would fetch you. Better get a paper. The commissioner's statement's written in blood. Yeah.

And if things don't wind up fast, tomorrow's statement will be in Walt Levinson's blood. It'll be his case. Now, you stay out of it, Rick. This thief cuts throats. Ah, yeah, I'm scared. Are you, Rick?

Well, come over tonight and I'll frighten you at close range. Say eight. I'll practice my knee knocking, so I'll be in good form. And stay in. No night cups. At the sound of the castanets, Francis can open the door.