Murder in Haste ep AFRS

Good evening, Cree. Your mystery playhouse invite you now to listen to the Whistler story of murder in haste. Now, here is the Whistler. Albert Taylor was two people. To the cafe society crowd in Miami, he was the charming young husband of a silver fortune from Denver, aged 45, amply mature, and a

little crotchety, who his wife Helen, the silver fortune, he was something else again, an unpleasant little boy, whose unpleasantness had to be bought off with hundred dollar bills instead of chewing gum. This made for friction, of course. After three years of marriage, Helen was heartily sick of both Elberts, and more careful with the hundred dollar bills.

And Elbert, too, had reached the saturation point. As a matter of fact, the unpleasant little Boy was on the verge of a tantrum. Elbert, is that you? Yeah. Elbert, I'm awfully upset. Oh, what now?

My bracelet, the diamond and emerald. I put it in the drawer of my vanity last night, after the party. Well, what about it? It's gone. I've questioned the servants and they don't... Did you, uh, call the police?

No. Good. What do you mean? I told you I'd get money somewhere, Helen. You took it. Of course I took it. I see. And what did you do with it? I sold it, of course.

What did you expect? I think I'm going to sit up and beg you for every time I need $5. Oh! Sure, that's what you want, isn't it? Come on, come on, watch Albert, the train terrier.

Eat, sleep, walks, talks, things like a human being. That's enough, you. You bet it's enough, I'm sick of it. I'm true being your favorite charity. You don't know how right you are. What does that mean?