Snowbound

The F.W. Fitch Company makers of Fitch's Saponified Coconut Oil Shampoo and Fitch's Shaving Creams presents Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Roke. In Roke's Gallery. Roke speaking. Oh, first off, today being Thursday and things being the way they are, I want to thank my Aunt Bueller for sending me those pork chops from Barlow, Kentucky.

She doesn't know it, but she's made me the most sought after man in town. Oh well, next week's spinach. Anyway, to get back to business, I didn't know that my old friend, Judge Robert March, was having a cocktail party the afternoon I dropped by his place to say hello.

But as I walked into the patio, I was Richard the Glad Road. My old friend, the judge, introduced me to an amber-eyed blonde, who answered to the name of Pamela Leeds. And I smartly opened the conversation by saying, Hello.

Oh, Judge March. Do you mean to tell me that this is a famous Richard Rogg? Investigator? I know it's disappointing Pamela dear, but nevertheless, that's the rogue. Oh, really? You're not really disappointed, are you, as leads?

You're just amazed that a man who has done so many brilliant things could be so young and so... Of course. Well, I can see that you don't need me, Richard. I think I'll go and circle it among my other guests.

I'm sure that the two of you will never miss me. See you later, Judge. Thanks. You can believe almost anything he says, Pamela, unless it's about himself or you. Thanks for the tip, Judge. Oh, would you like to take a walk around the garden?

There's a bench under a weeping willow tree over there, but a wall that always makes me feel very poetic. Oh, I hate to miss that really, but I was just leaving. I have to leave, really.