Cloak And Dagger Caper

The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade Detective. Miss Perrine? What did you think it was Sam? Not a high? You don't know what a hot guest that is, Cherub. Really, Sam? You think I'm the femme say tall?

Hi? In a black velvet gun with a veil, what chance would I have? Sam, you've given me new heart! Deservately so, Wonder Girl, and in femme petal, you have hit upon what might be called the keynote of the saga, which even now I am itching to tell you.

A saga? More a tale F.A. Well calculated to keep you in. Oh no, we better put that another way. But while I'm all a subtitle for this oriental tapestry, find yourself a copy of something by Eric Ambler or E. Philip's Oppenheim and bone up on the ground rules of international intrigue.

Whoo! Isn't it nice? Oh, yes! The next 39 steps you hear will be me walking up to the door in my black homburg in velvet color, with my pockets bulging with plans for submarine, supersonic airplanes and secret fortifications, and my tongue a wag with a report which will echo around the embassies of the world as the Koch and Dagger caper.

Or NBC, William Speer, radio's outstanding producer, director of history and crime drama, brings you the greatest private detective of them all in the adventures of Sam's Fade. Who else? I love what? The Jack Humbergan's Elvis Colored Overture.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but underneath the overture. Same old Sam. with the same old suit and the same old shreds. Who did it this time? Thereby, hang the tail. It's hanging out the back of your trousers, Sam.