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Yes, W. Fitch Company makers of Fitch's a bona fide coconut oil shampoo and Fitch's shaving greens presents Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue. Miss Gallery. Rogue speaking. Hold on, look at me like that.

Just because my shirt is half torn off and my face is scratched and my neck ties under my ear. I just walked into a store to buy a pair of socks. Right in the middle of a sale of my alarms.

Oh, women, long red fingernails, staring eyes, pushing, clawing. All elbows and high heels. Yeah. Anybody know where I can take my pair of nylons for a white shirt? Oh, well. As I returned from this shopping expedition and was looking on the world at large with a jaundice eye, I walked into my office and found a suit sitting there, overflowing with

the large and robust gentleman with a toothie smile. And the man of a man who was just meeting an old school charm after 40 years of separation. I cringed a little as he rushed happily toward me, with a hand like the business end of a claw machine, Clutchick and mine.

I've never seen him before. Mr. O, you are Mr. O, guy. You're not the celebrated investigator. Yes, that's right. Mr. O, I'm very happy to make your acquaintance very happy. My name is Price. Pop Price.

I'm called by those who know me. I'll have a chair, Mr. Price. Thank you, sir. Thank you. I have called on you, Mr. Rogue, to retain your services. I'm sorry. How about starting at the beginning now?

When you get through with your end of the story, I'll tell you mine. It'll be a quick yes or no. Man, a few words that I like. When I be brief, I realize that you're a busy man, Mr. Rogue.