Spanish Prisoner Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents The Adventures of Sam's Faith Detective. May the detective I can see? May the sweetheart. Oh, sir. Forgive him like I told you. How can you forgive me, sir? I kicked yourself, F. You would have done the private detective profession a great favor.

Did you say that, Brian? By removing from its rose, the only operative in San Francisco stupid enough to shake an apple tree for an entire evening trying to pick up an apron full of bananas.

What they all can't come out live in the end, Sam? Ah, but you haven't heard the Postscript Angel. Postscript? Postscript indeed. Batten down the hatches and warn all within earshot that they're about to catch stupid Sam, the incomparable in a new act.

We're doing the next 29 minutes to 30 seconds. I shall down the mantle of Dunkeldy, shoulder my battered glance, and tilt at windmills in an object. Let's listen to the gullible entitled The Spanish Prisoner, Capers.

For NBC, William Fear, radio's outstanding producer, director of Mystery and Crime Drama, brings you the greatest private detective of them all, in the adventures of Sam's face. Ah, ha! Don't cry, little girl, don't cry.

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When I made you darling, I threw them all away. In this day of the emancipated self-sufficient 100% confident female, it came as a fresh breeze and a boost to my masculine ego to run a court's elady, white haired and fragile with all who needed protection.