Gibson Murder Case

The Ethel Merman show previously scheduled for this time will be heard at a new time and date to be announced shortly Tribed as Dick Powell as Richard Diamond private detective Hey, I got a beef I went shopping for my girl Helen Asher the other day

You know stuff for dinner. This town's gotten hotter than the blast furnace in Death Valley So you got to pick out things that make for a cool meal Like salads cold cuts Beer. Real pick-mix style. Well, I figured I could whip up a fancy toss salad or something.

Until I got around to the tomato counter. Have you glarmed onto the prisid tomatoes lately? Now, what's with that? Soar the cost of living is inflated. Soar a tea-borne makes like it just arrived direct from the Sultan's classiest cow. Okay, a tea-borne I can understand. But what's with the tomato? When it costs so much it should be hanging from a charm-bracing

instead of lying in a salad bowl. Who needs it? So I bought from the waist and figured you could still do a lot of things with a plane ahead of the lettuce. Oh, uh, I got another beef too.

Why can't people start their killings in December when it's cool? Now about a week ago I got mixed up in the case and before it was over I took so many salt tablets I am now the best seasoned private detective in New York.

It started last Tuesday morning about eleven o'clock and an apartment on the upper east side. Jenny? Yeah, genius. There's no cracks. No cracks. We're both waiting for old Gibson to turn us into the cops and you say no cracks.