The Ruby Idol Case

Richard Diamond, Private Detective. Oh, good evening, Mr. Diamond. Evening, Francis. You look like you're going up.

Yes, sir. Miss Asher wants me to go down to the delicate test scene for some cold cuts. Oh, where is Miss Asher? In the study, sir. Well, I'll see you later, Francis. Why don't you bring back some roll-mup?

Roll-mup, sir. Herring with the bends. Very toothy. Yes, sir. Are you Ali Aksen-free? Red. Hi. Hi. Well, get this silk thing there. Lanting pajamas. Yeah, I guess we're going to stay in, huh? Uh-huh. I just sent Francis out for some fruit.

I met him at the door. Look, I've got to do a few things in the kitchen. Why don't you stretch out on the couch and take it easy until dinner's ready? OK, I'm a pretty tired.

Might rock out. No, a little sleep might do me some good. Here, read a magazine if you want to stay away. Oh, swell. Gory detective. Who sends you these things? The corpse, the month? Pretty bad.

I won't be long. Okay. Oh no. The case of the bloody... Oh! It was going on 11 o'clock in the fog and circled the old house like a thin wet blanket. The figure of a man crept stealthily across the gravel of the garden path.

Hmm. These riders really dream it up. How did you get in here? I followed you from your office. Pshhh. You left the door unlocked when you came in. Well now look. I know I shouldn't have come into someone else's house, but this is a matter of life and death.

Hey, pulling down the blinds. I don't want anyone to see us talking. Well you're on the eighth floor. Who's chasing you? You heard of monkeys? Please, please you must listen. Now look, if you got troubles, come to my office in the morning.