The Blind Beggar Dies

The shadow, Lamont Cranston, a man of wealth, a student of fire and a master of other people's minds, devotes his life to writing wrong, protecting the innocent and punishing the guilty. Using advanced methods that may ultimately become available to all law enforcement agencies, Cranston is known to the underworld as the shadow, never seen, only heard,

as haunting to superstitious minds as a ghost, as inevitable as a guilty conscience. The identity of the shadow was known only to his intimate friend and aide, Margot Link. Today's story, The Blind Beggar Dives.

Hey! Does that make us happy? There are five... Give me a thing, Jim. Jilly at night, isn't it? Indeed it is. Thank you, sir. There are five... Hello, Jim. Look me next tonight. I'm going out with a new boyfriend.

He's awful nice. Oh, the look in the world, Jim, is... Thank you. That was my rich make-up happy Well, well, that isn't singing, kid. Hold it down the same corner after we'd told him to pay for it to come home.

Yeah, you don't pay off and he don't scare. I don't make enough to keep body and soul together. How you? You go away. Let me go. Oh, so you're gonna try to fuck our record, eh?

Alright, buddy, bring him back in the alley. I know where you're making things that way. I'll take your hand off me. You let me alone. Come on, don't. We just want to talk to you a minute.

We got a proposition. No, but now I show you. I don't need protection. I have a license because I'm blind. The police don't bother me, hun. Bring it back over here, Marty. Don't cry for enough.