The Falcon Xx-xx-xxxxx Tcot Perfect Crime

Yes, this is the fucking speaking. Oh, Carol! You'll have to give me a rain check, Angel. I'm all tied up. Yeah, some gal I know just dreamed up a murder that's as pretty as a picture.

And she wants me to supply the frame. As one thing you learn working as a private detective, all the money in the world can't buy poverty. As a case in point, I give you Adolf Rauch.

Mr. Rauch and his son, Willie, run a chain of famous eating places in New York. And the Roush's were doing real well until the morning of July 12th, when a lean-looking gentleman in the room stays sued open the door to their private office.

You did one? Yeah, but this, you're leaving yourself wide open. The trade-off Roush's in? No, he's gone for the day. You know where I can locate him? No, I'm trade-off. Well, who's here? Um, Mr. William Roush.

He's a doth son, isn't he? That's right. He's me in office to the corporation. He's my president. And I want to meet Willie too. I think I say sorry. Peter Mason. What is it she like there's a miss amazing to see you mr. Roush Mason where's he from tell him Washington? I'm with the Treasury Department. Oh

Never mind. She and I heard it No, well I'll see him in a few minutes. Yes. Well, you have to teach her I don't mind if I do But suppose we make it in little Willie's office. Oh, you can't go in there. Mr. Roush isn't ready for you That's just the way I like it. Is it said? No, no, you can't hello Willie