Death Sentence

In just a moment, AutoLite presents suspense with John Garfield. Hello, Mr. Wilcox. Well, hello, Mary. Where's Hap tonight? Anna Hymer, Zusara, Cukamaga. Oh, no, Mr. Wilcox. He's giving a speech at his club tonight. He was scared to death, too. Didn't know what to talk about.

Well, why doesn't he talk about those bang-up bonus-built AutoLite Stayfall batteries? Why, by Cornelius, he could talk a whole evening about them. For AutoLite Stayfall batteries have got something that practically eliminates a major cause of battery failure.

You know what it is? Why, sure they have it. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please, don't steal my thunder, Mary. Auto-light, stay-full batteries have an extra-large liquid reserve. Which means, in plain old Wilcox language, that auto-light, stay-full batteries need water only three times a year in normal car use.

Why, by Cornelius, everybody ought to get an auto-light, stay-full battery. They'd be enthralled, enthused, enthrilled. Enthrilled? Oh, no, Mr. Wilcox, but shh. Here comes suspense. So, spin. Auto-light. It's hard to tell where it first started. It was six months ago that I nabbed the killer, Maxie Dunn and cashed in 15,000 in reward money.

Sure, I knew that Maxie worked for Lou Cromwell, but the killing was a private affair, so I didn't think Lou would be upset. Right after I got the killer, I took a small job that meant going to Brazil.

But the trouble started before then. By the time Maxie Dunn was arrested, the chips were down and the wheel was already spinning. Anyway, that's how Lou Cromwell would put it. Lou would know because he knows his gambling.

He runs the gambling in this town, along with a lot of other things i've been back in town ten minutes when i ran into brad comings local columnists from the region hotel well well well you're back in town how are you tommy over at the column of great great don't even have to write it anymore