The Hands of Mr Ottermole

In just a moment, AutoLite presents suspense with Claude Raines and Vincent Price. More coffee on the house? Ah, I believe not, Hap. And I want to thank you and Mary for a marvelous meal. A delightful delicious, beloved dinner.

You're more than welcome, huh, no? Oh, oh, here comes Mary with that who's gonna wash the dishes looking all right. Are you better not talking about AutoLite, resistus spark bugs and fangs? Ah, yes, of course, Hap. AutoLite, resistus spark plugs.

As I was saying, right now by Cornelius is the time when all good men who know good things will come to the aid of their cars with a set of brand new wide-gap auto-light-resistor spark plugs.

Why would their wide-spark gap? Those auto-light-resistor spark plugs do things for a car your old narrow-gap spark plugs just can't match. Why, they're marvelous, they're magnificent. By Cornelius, they're matchless. You're sparking, Herlou. But let's switch to suspense.

and at 60,000 dealers and service stations bring you radios outstanding theatre of thrills. Starring tonight, Mr. Claude Raines and Mr. Vincent Price, in Anton Leader's production of The Hands of Mr. Ottomor.

A tale well calculated to keep you in, saucepanes. Tell me, Sergeant Eir, why do you think this strangler killed the five times he did? Six times, Mr. newspaperman. Six? Yes. Well, I suppose you do know as much about the strangler as I do.

How long have you been on the police force, Sergeant? This is my 15th year as a member of his Majesty's Metropolitan Police, Mr. newspaperman. For ten years, I walked the beets of the Casper Street Station, and for the past five years, I've been a sergeant of that station.