The Martin Hyer Case

Dick Powell as Richard Diamond, Private Detective. Hello there, this is Diamond. About the most strenuous effort I might give out during your working year is maybe chasing some thug up the escalator at Bloomingdale's department store.

But last week I really odd-did myself. The all-stars of the police force challenge the private detectives to a baseball game, the benefit of the Vice Squad. And I wound up stiffer than a pair of starts to overalls.

Because the private detectives are quick to take advantage of the slightest opportunity, by the eighth inning, we realized the need for some immediate strategy. The score at that point was six to four, the cops leading. So I got a hold of a little blonde I knew and had a walk across the infield in a sweat hair. The idea was to disturb the opposing team and

take their minds off the game. It wouldn't work, but it seemed that since I had last seen my little blonde friend, she'd become quite a favorite with the police force, so they just waved hello and went about their business. My drooling colleagues, however, had not come in contact with said-hunkel-fluff and before the game was over, three of them had picked

up the bat-boy and tried to bunt with him. You may have read where the police force finally beat us close game 37 to 4 but I want to say right here now they never could have done it without that sweater. Oh yeah I got mixed up on a little honest murder the next day it all started in the back booth of a middle-class nightclub a

couple of people were busy trying to think up the fastest way to make a homicide billiard. Oh that's the three cushion variety killing to frame up to the electric chair. Leon, are you sure this will work?