The Carnival of Death

The Casebook of Gregory Hood Presented by the American Broadcasting Company His office is high in the tower of a skyscraper overlooking San Francisco Bay His name is Gregory Hood My day president of the Hood importing company My night criminologist and man about town Tonight's story from out of his casebook The Carnival of Death

Good evening ladies and gentlemen This is Gregory Hood. Let's understand this from the start. I'm not a playboy, but when a hot blonde who's due to inherit a cool million suddenly writes me, be sociable, Greg. Drop around for a drink.

It's three to one, I'll drop around. That's how I got involved with Leora Thorne. I was in my office with Sanderson Taylor, my attorney, knows the grindstone sticking to business when along came Leora's invitation.

Excuse me, Sandy, but this letter's been lying on my desk all day. Ah, perfume! The egg-reg. Just because an old flame has got itself happily married, that's no reason to cross her off your book.

How's about dropping around for a drink tomorrow afternoon? I want you to meet Bradley, my new husband. You'll like him. From, uh, quite a lady, Greg, judging by your smile. Remember, Liora Littleton, she's now Liora Thorn.

Oh, the one who's coming into old Colonel Littleton's money? One million dollars next year. She wanted me to drop over this afternoon. What for? That's for all d'Lang Zion, I guess. Probably giving a big cocktail party.

Has she still got that big estate on short drive? Mm-hmm. Swimming pool and all the trimmings. Aw, uh, take my advice and you'll stay put. I'm sort of curious to see we are again. It's been a whole year.