The Ralph Baxter Case

National Broadcasting Company presents Dick Powell as Richard Diamond private detective. Diamond Detective Agency a corpse in every plot. Oh Rick that's awful. I know Helen but my sense of humor is out of gas. No business. Not for a week. If a

client walked in now I'd probably swear it was an hallucination and referred to Bellview. Well I've been trying to get you. Call here about five minutes ago said I just got in the office. I'll get my call.

I can see you tonight. You know it. Me and my empty wallet will be glad to stop over for dinner. I'll have Francis pick something healthy. Tell him to cook some money. I'll see you around seven minutes.

Don't forget to call Walt. Bye. Bye. Bye, my son. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. How many people called you fatty?

Where have the devil of you been? I called you at your apartment all morning. Helen just told me I slept late. Well, why didn't you answer your phone? Rent was due. Could have been a trap.

Can he come down here? Well, if it's important, I can come down. But if a potential client gives up because he can't find me, I may have a crying jag all over your office. I'll stock up on hankies. I wouldn't ask you, Rick, but it is important very...

Well, don't sound like the last course of gloomy Sunday. I'll be there. Relax. I knew Walt was on the level because every time he thought something was important, he came on in a higher register and began to sound like a harp.