The Case of the Murdering Missus

Hello? Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Oh, Lois, I'm glad you called. You may have to give me a rain check, Angel. Some people are throwing a brawl in the insist I attend. If I'm not there to be the life of the party, they're going to be the death of me.

Once again, the adventures of the Falcon, dedicated to private investigators everywhere. Those hard-hitting detectives who like Mike wearing risk their lives to aid law enforcement agencies. So join him now when the Falcon solves the case of the murdering Mrs.

It's early evening in New York and in the shabby kitchen at the Belmore, a blonde named Laura McKenna prepares dinner for her man. But this is one meal neither of the McKenna's are destined to eat.

That's you, Mac. Yeah. Oh, wait a second, honey. Hi, Adele. Take off your coat. Then I'll be ready in 20 minutes. Paul Nukem, drop off a package for me. Yeah, it's on the table. Mac.

In the beauty. Where'd that gun come from? Barret it from Paul. I'm going back in business. No. Yeah. Paul saw a good thing on 84th Street, a jewelry shop run by a fellow named Vance.

And he talked you into heisting it? He could have gotten a hundred guys. I won't let you do it. Don't talk like a jury. I mean it, Mac. If anything happened to you... Nothing's gonna happen. A kid can handle this job.

That's what you said in San Francisco before they sent you up. That was an accident. Couldn't happen again. Well, we're not gonna find out. What do you suggest? There's eight bucks left in the kitty.