The Harry Baker Case

Here, transcribed, is another in NBC's Great Parade of New Shows. ["The New Show's Theme"] It's your diamond, private detective. There, this is diamond.

If you happen to wake up some morning and spot something walking in front of your house, and it looks like Santa Claus and John this, don't turn the hose on him. He's not on fire.

He's just wearing the newest thing in men's fashions. They call it the bold look, and it's supposed to be the masculine answer to the yours new look for women. It's an answer alright. Like walking up to your best girlfriend and slicing it down the middle of the broadsword. Now if you haven't seen it yet, just close your eyes and try

and picture yourself in the bold look. Imagine walking down Fifth Avenue, very casual, decked out in a new bright purple non-trinking suit, pastel shirt, yellow maybe, hand painted tie and our guile socks. Got it? What do you think? Pretty bad.

About the only thing I can think of that's more gruesome is that little murder I got mixed up in last week. It started in a house out on Long Island. A guy named Harry Baker was getting involved with his private secretary.

Here are the papers you wanted, Mr. Baker. Oh, thank you, Connie. What time is Mrs. Baker going shopping? shopping. She didn't say this afternoon sometime. Where is she now? In her room. Come here, Connie. Here we go. I think she comes down. I didn't see you last night. I missed you. I got hold of the man you wanted. His name's Nat Fox. He wants 500 for

the job. Oh? What's the matter? What you wanted wasn't it? Connie, I had a lot of time to think last night. And? Well, I'm not sure. I don't know. This is the thing to do.