Heads You Lose

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in, suspense. We live in an age of wonders. What was yesterday's impossibility is today's miracle, and tomorrow's fact. So perhaps our story today isn't just a story.

We only say perhaps, but it might be worth asking yourself, is it just a story? For a moment, act one of heads you lose, starring William Redfield as Steve Kimberly, and written especially for suspense by Robert Arthur.

The first portion of suspense is brought to you by the makers of Alpine cigarettes. What's it like to smoke an Alpine? Well, it's like many fresh, light-hearted things you enjoy. It's like the splash of an oar, quietly.

Like the sight of a flag rippling in the wind. the way the air suddenly cools during a summer rain. That's what it's like to smoke an alpine. It's nothing at all like the sort of smoking you may be used to.

Alpine gives you a fresh, high-spirited sort of smoke. A hearty, even exhilarating kind of taste. If this sounds good to you, try alpine filter cigarettes. There's something more to smoking with an alpine. Stick around.

It was a nice chilly morning in October, and Rallo Collins and I were sitting in Rallo's office wondering where our next dollar was coming from. Rallo didn't look hungry since he weighs about 300 pounds and has the appearance of a dishonest cherub.

But I knew he was. As for me, Steve Kimberly, I felt like a walking skeleton. Rallo and I were private detectives. Now I won't try to whitewash us, let me just say nobody ever actually proved anything against us.

But we were, let's face it, a firm people came to in desperation with cases more reputable firms wouldn't handle. And when the intercom buzz, Rallo and I jumped. Yes, my dear. A gentleman by the name of Harrison Ward to see you, Mr. Collins.