The Case of the Strawberry Blonde

Hello? Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Oh, Dana. I'm glad you called Angel. I'm leaving tonight for Paris. Yeah, American intelligence is sending me to France. They want me to prove that 50 million Frenchmen can be wrong when it comes to murder.

Once again, the National Broadcasting Company brings you the adventures of the Falcon, starring Les Daemon. The transcribed adventures of the Falcon dedicated to private investigators everywhere. Those hard-hitting detectives who like Mike Waring risk their lives to aid law enforcement agencies.

So join him now when the Falcon solves the case of the Strawberry Blonde. The boy who wrote April in Paris knew where all these sung. Let me tell you September in Paris isn't that easy.

Maybe the chestnuts aren't in blossom, but now Mother Nature still puts on a heck of a show. As Exhibit A, I give you Madeline Buckman. Madeline is the strawberry blonde sitting at the corner table at the Perigudeen.

The sidewalk cafe in the left bank. And judging by that pile of sauces in front of her, he's been sitting there for quite a spell. Suddenly her eyes light up. And you might think either the brand is responsible or the man approaching her as her husband.

And you'd be wrong on both counts. Charles. Darling, it's so good of you to meet me. Have you been waiting long? Since when? I shall never forgive myself. I'm a beast. I would have been glad to wait for you for the rest of my life.

I was so happy when you called this morning. Your husband did not suspect anything. Stephen, no. Good. I can't stand him, Charles. When will you permit me to divorce him? Are you no medellin? If I had my way, it would be different.