The Case of the Happy Hoodlum

Hello? Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Oh Nancy. Now you'll have to include me out tonight Angel. Mm-hmm, some boys are planning a surprise party for me and I'll be hanged if I don't show up.

Then again I may be hanged if I do. Once again the 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 Happy Houdlum. It's early evening in New York, and at Novak's a smart gambling spot on New York's east side. The proprietor steps out of his office and surveys his domain.

Obviously what he sees doesn't please him. Larry. Yes, Mr. Novak. I'd like to see you. Sure. Harry, take the stick while you're the boss and I got business to discuss. What's on your mind, Mr. Novak?

Sit down. Thanks. Drink? You know I'm working. Is that what they call it? Huh? Take a look at these. That's last month's take. Three, seventy-four, fourteen, and fifty-five, not good. Well, that's the understatement of the year, Polite.

We're fourteen grand off April. When I gave you the job as manager. I guaranteed I could double the take. Uh-huh. Well, you got to understand, Mr. Nolak, things have changed. I couldn't figure out Laska opening his joint just two blocks away.

Well, what do you intend to do about it? What can I do? Of course, if this was the old days in Chicago, I could handle it easy enough. Like I once told Al, you know, Al Capone, there's only one way to deal with a character like Laska.