Professor Grimes

the halls of Ivy starring Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Coleman. Good evening, Mrs. Ronald Coleman. And Anita Coleman. Inviting you to join us again on the campus of Ivy College. And now, the halls of Ivy.

We live that so wrong. Welcome again to Ivy. Ivy College, that is, in the town of Ivy, USA. Reading and making the full man, said Francis Bacon many years ago. But it's an notorious fact that college presidents get very little time to read.

And thus it's rare and precious scene that we're permitted to view this evening as we look into the living room at number one faculty role. There by the hearth, enjoying the fire and basking in the warmth of each other's company, said Dr. William Town under Hall, president of Ivy and his wife Victoria, reading.

I knew it. I just knew it. Couldn't have been anyone else. Then who? The mailman. I had him under suspicion right from the first. Of what exactly are you accusing the mailman? of murder and I knew it from page three.

Page three? Oh, a fictional mailman. Not that swift courier of ours. Who conquers snow and rain and heat and gloom of night on his appointed rounds to bring us a calendar from the butcher, a testier note from the gas company, or an invitation to donate $500 to a committee for the defense of a parakeet charged with ceticosis.

What is the question again? I merely said, then you were not talking about our mailman. Well maybe that's what you said, but you didn't say it merely. No, it was the mailman in the murder mystery I just finished.

He stabbed some Auntie Hugh Milford in the butler's pantry. Right between the sherry and the biscuits I presume. How was the book, aside from the fact that the author failed to baffle you? Terrible. I've been spotted on a seat on an Ivy bus this afternoon.