Biddle Riddle Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade Detective. They detect an agency. Me, sweetheart. Tell them. Tell who. The reporters, everybody. They also hear the first private detective in the history of San Francisco to get rich honestly.

Oh, Sam! When I think of all the back salary, I'll be getting the fur coats off. Easy, girl. Easy. Prepare yourself. Sam? Yep. You mean? The $50,000 is not available to employees of the network or sponsor, which unfortunately I happen to be.

But cheer up, girl. Think of the taxes we'll save. Now make everything fast. I'm on my way. Meanwhile, puzzle me this. You ready? Oh, right, Sam. Why does a man who was going to blow his brains out, set his mantle clock ahead for hours?

Sam, it doesn't make sense. Ah, but it does. Mall and ponder, sweetheart. I'll be down in a trice. 1951 model with an intellectual type report to challenge serious thinkers everywhere to it the Biddle-Riddle caper For NBC, William Spear, radio's outstanding producer, director of history and crime drama brings you the greatest private detective of them all in the adventures of Sam Spade

I'm a microphone he did a game team job Ify! Never kick on the third down cherub Give it another try But no you Sam I'm mentally through Well you know Beth I just give up Sam Mmm Why those funny little buns on your cheeks Go ahead, guess No, Bob!

Hey! You're getting warm Looks like a little waffle mark That's what happens when somebody hits you with a microphone sweetheart Now if you look closer just above the marks, under my eye, clearly and distinctly in reverse of course, the three letters of a network known far and wide for its hospitality to unemployed private detectives.