The Guide to Murder Matter

Johnny dower. Oh, I beg your pardon. This is Earl Perman's resident. Well, it better be. Who's that Earl? Who else? Now isn't Johnny? The idea is speaking out of the house on me this way and at the crack of dawn.

Where are you Earl? Down here at my office. What? Why not? I thought you and I were going fishing this morning. We are. We are. Look, when you got down here to Sarasota, one was it a week ago today?

That's right and you promised me this was one trip to Florida for nothing but fishing. Well, now Johnny, now what happened? I wasn't here more than 15 minutes before you had me involved. Well, I know.

Soon as I cleared it up, what happened? You turned on a few days of windy, rainy weather, and all I can do is sit here. Don't worry, you listen to me. The one sunny day you picked to spend there in your office, my pal.

Did I say I've come down here to work? What else? Well, you remember that item in the hurl trip you in the other day about you being here? Yes, in the one in the evening paper in the blurb on WSPB and I thank you for the publicity.

Oh, all right. What does that got to do with the weather and the fishing? When I said what, you listened to me. OK. And it better be good. Well, it is, and you're going to love it.

Now, all that publicity you just mentioned, as every fishing guide within miles make an office to take you out on the gulf. You know, to prove to you once and for all that the fishing down here is just as good as Todd Smarm and his Chamber of Commerce advertised.