Denny Shane Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents the Adventures of Sam's Bade Detective. They detected, I can say. Hi. Did you wind it up there? Is it all over? If you're talking about the usual happy ending where the villain's dead and buried and the lover's joining hands while a camera does a slow fade, it is not all over, sweetheart.

What do you mean, Sam? The villains in this piece are for real, still doing business at the same old stand from one end of the country to the other. Oh, Stan, you sound so grim!

Only because I have a grim tail to tell, little one. So warn all within earshot that if they seek bluebirds of happiness, sweetness and light and love conquers all to try another detective. Because even now, I am on my way with something that might butt into your sleep for the next few days.

To wit, my report on the Denny Shane caper. B.C., William Spear, radio's outstanding producer, director of mystery and crime drama. Brings you the greatest private detective of them all. Starring Stephen Dunn in The Adventures of Sam Spade.

Yeah, yeah. You look pale. I guess maybe I'm a little sick too. Now, Sam, I warned you about heavy lunches when you're on a cave? Not that kind of sick, angel.

This kind starts at your shoe tops, runs up your backbone and kicks around in your head to your... Where's the book? Right here, Sam. Okay. Oh, it's a date, fill it in. Two? Two John Q. Public from Samuel Spade, license number 137596.

Subject, the Denny Shane caper. There, John Q. She was sprawled in the corner chair when I got back from lunch, a kid of 16 or so, complete with bobby socks, hair ribbons, and shoulder bag.