Calcutta Trunk Caper AFRS

detective agency uh... it's made this came ashore aboot a ship may inquire what was your protocol calcutta mind that was a quick trip well i think i'll tell you i got so homesick for you i couldn't stand it so i assembled my gear and i'm sweet fast-air court boy all the eyes of the

i've been worried sick or have you been on my way to calcutta sweetheart with a dawn comes up like thunder What are you talking about? Cowcutta! And the flying fishes play. Ready Effie? Sam, why did you want to go to Cowcutta, of all plays?

I didn't, Effie. I hate Cowcutta. I was Shanghai. Ah, to, uh, Mr. Philip J. Fogg, Percir, SS Yoreen. How do you spell that, Sam? L-U-R-E-N-E. Oh, that's pretty. Sam, how could you be Shanghai'd in this day and age?

I mean, isn't it against the law? Stow it, Effie. Your pumping bilge water. Sam, I am not. From Samuel Spade, license number 137-596. When you have the time regarding the Calcutta trunk caper, dear Mr. Fog, the following report will explain the enclosed voucher which is a claim against your company for the amount

of $500 and no sense. If we'll also answer any questions you might be asked concerning the recent unpleasantness on board your ship. It all started yesterday morning in San Francisco, when my secretary announced briefly and caustically that there was a lady outside who wanted to talk to me.

I judged that she was worth talking to. She was. Your secretary left me in. Well, I'm glad she did. What can I do for you? I'm Marsha Hopkins. I see. Mrs. Marsha Hopkins. I see.