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The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade Detective. Hey sweetheart! What? Nothing, that was my teeth shattering. Oh, is it cold out? Oh, well I was, Effie, I've been swimming. In December? Oh, Sam, you caught a chill.

That's true, and if I caught a real Russian chill, they're not keeping San Francisco Bay as well heated as they might. So Bay, Sam, you were swimming in the- Where else, F- But, oh Sam, you've been drinking.

Only Brian, Angel, and what kelp do you sign good scavenge? Help you, man! Oh, it was a taxing experience. If a lesser man couldn't have come through it. Lay out some dry clothes for me, mix me a hot grog, get out your pencil that writes underwater, and prepare to take down a narrative

of international intrigue and espionage, which we will call, let's see, the two five, one, two, three, five, six, seven, nine, capers. What? Or the Russians' number is up. NBC invites you to listen to the greatest private detective of them all.

As William Speer, radio's outstanding producer, director of history and crime drama brings you the adventures of Sam Spade. We're calling a janitor to see if he could turn on some more heat. You're not so very wet.

Well, I had a dry martini on the way over. Dr. Ames called you a few hours ago. Dr. Oscar Ames. That was nice. He was worried about you. I wonder if you've been found. He said you do run a ferryboat and he just stepped in to have a cup of coffee and when

he came back. Yes, if he is. Well, can't keep the FBI waiting. The FBI. Well, she don't think I was playing around with kids on this caper. No, no, no, Sam. I knew they were grown up.