Murder and Aunt Delia

Thus spent. And the producer of radios outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William and Robeson. Among the many misconceptions under which we live and have our being is the one that states that there is no such thing as the perfect crime.

The open files of unsolved murders in every police department across the land give the lie to this proposition. However, it is true that the criminal more often than not slips up on the tiniest of details and ends up alone in a tiny room with a tiny gas pellet dropping into a tiny pan of water under his chair. We wonder if you

can spot the detailed dorch sharples overlooked as you listen to Mr. Glenn Ford starring in Murder and Ant D'Iyia, a tail well calculated to keep you in. Ever stick out your thumb and pull in a million-dollar plumb? I'm the little Jack corner that did it. Only my name is in corner. It's Dorit Sharples. I was hitchhiking along

Highway 70 across the Arizona desert heading for LA. It was August and I was hot. I don't know man I was hot. It was hot the livers were fanning themselves. It wasn't much traffic nobody would stop. I'd walk about eight miles outside Littleberg called Quartz Size.

I was tired. I was tired and sore. Finally a black sedan come along and I was all set The holocaust words added for not stopping when suddenly this guy slows down. It was a young guy about my age.

He was alone. I'll bet. Thanks. I sure appreciate this. All right. I could use some company. You know for a second there I didn't think you would stop. I wasn't. Frankly. Yeah. Guy has to be careful nowadays.