The Long Shot

A Spence. A Star of the Long Shot. A suspense play produced, edited and directed by William Speer. The one thing that puddles me Raymond is how in the world a man of your intelligence could expect to get away with it.

Oh, you haven't heard the whole story. Yeah? Well, come on, let's have it. You got your book, Miss Andrews? Yes, sir. OK, Raymond, OK. He stopped from the beginning. You know, of course, there's anything you say.

Oh, what difference does it make if you found the body? Nothing I can say now is going to matter one way or another. Well, what I admit it was a long shot. But if you followed the horses as long as I have, you know that once in a while a long shot pays off.

When it does, it pays plenty. Just like this one would have if it hadn't been for a smart Nevada cop. Smart Nevada cop? Oh, I don't understand. Let him talk. Go on, Raymond. Thanks. It seems a year.

It seems a year, but I guess it's only ten days since I was sitting in the Astolami in New York. I'd had a terrible run of luck at the track. I started out the season with $2,000 and ended up with 28 cents on Helen's death.

Hey, give me one, give me one. Hey, you want me, sir? Thank you. Paper? Get your name. I don't know why, but I found myself, absent-mindedly, looking through the classified section. All of a sudden a small black square in the help-mounted column seemed to come up and hit me right in the eye.

Englishmen will pay $150 in expenses to fellow countrymen preferably Londoner. In return for services as driver and travelling companion on automobile trip to San Francisco. There was a phone number and an address on 760.