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And now, to night's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspence. Tonight, we bring you a factual story. The dramatization of one man's deadly way of earning his living. All he needed was the morning newspaper, a telephone, and a gun.

So now, starting Mr. Stacey Harris, here is tonight's suspense play. Wont Ad. Well, you see, a guy in my little line works alone, more or less. At least he should. But when I first got into town, I met a little lady.

And after we'd known each other a couple of months or better, we got married. As a matter of fact, it worked out pretty well because every morning, she'd get up ahead of me and fix me some eggs and coffee.

Pretty nice, huh? The little lady's name is Wilma. Baby? Baby? Oh... Hey, uh... You threw the funnies? Uh... Do you have to work today? Yeah, I'm afraid so. Oh, I was hoping we could spend a quiet day together.

Here. You know, sort of lie around, look at the paper and everything. Baby, you know I'd like that, but... Well, I've got other things I have to do. Leave me all alone to spend the day with myself.

I got a new dress. I could wear it. That's fine, honey. It's fine. I better get busy. You just never pay any attention. Hmm. Well, all right Baby, I think I'll go into shopping. I'll see you later. All right. Bye Bye-bye in three pages 10 to 17 and and personal. George come home and they need you.

So people, Anderson will talk to you about your problem writing game. Ah, here we are. Okay. Nine, two, three, nine, eight. Hello. I'm calling about an advertisement in this morning's paper. Do I have the right number?