For Old Times Sake

of mystery and adventure, William N. Robeson. Murder well out, they say. And you can't keep a good man down, they say. But what pithy piece of folk wisdom covers the criminal who is a good man?

That's what our story is about, a good man with a past, a criminal who returns to a reasonable facsimile of the scene of his crime. Listen, listen, then, as John Lund stars in, For all time's sake, which begins in just a moment.

A tale well calculated to keep you in. Now, Mr. Winterfield, if you will sign above your wife's signature, the house is yours. It'll be a day or two before the escrow, will we? Uh, Mr. Winterfield.

Bert, Mr. Nelson, speaking to you. Uh, oh, I'm sorry. Just, uh, to sign here. Wait, you're acting so strange. What's the matter? Nothing, Alan, nothing at all. We don't see you nearly enough, Mr. Winterfield.

Considering you're one of our prominent businessmen. I don't think he likes banks. I certainly hope that isn't the case. That was the case. I don't like banks. They make me nervous. I suppose because I helped stick up a few years ago when I was only a kid.

Oh, I served my time, but I still don't like banks. I don't suppose I've been in the first national It was a thousand times in the fifteen years I've lived in Madison City. But I had to be there now when this nightmare began.

Oh, wait! Oh, this is a stick-up! The bank was being robbed. It was so familiar, like watching an old movie, that I kept waiting for Pinky to go into action. Waiting for Pinky to give the orders.