Hello and welcome to another episode of Nostologic Mystery Radio.

I'm your host Stevie Kay, and it's my honor to bring you the radio shows of yesteryear.

For this episode, I bring you the new adventures of Neuro Wolf, episode titled, The Case of the Deadly Sellout, originally aired January 5th, 1951, where Wolf is hired to find a missing boxer,

but when the boxer turns up dead, he must now find his murderer.

So sit back and relax, and I hope you enjoy this nostalgic mystery radio.

Thank you for listening.

Ladies and gentlemen, the ringing of that phone bell means mystery, adventure.

Nero Wolfe's office, Archie Goodwin speaking. You're a... And you've lost your... Oh. Archie, the answer is no. Hold on a second. The answer to what is no, Mr. Wolf? I should not attempt to find a blonde for anyone. You've got the man in the phone a little wrong, Mr. Wolf. He's not looking for a blonde. He's looking for a prize fighter. Indeed. Have him come here. Okay. Mr. Wolf will see you at eight. So long. I was all set to argue with you about taking the case. You gave in too fast. Nonsense. I'm fascinated by the thought of anyone misplacing a price fighter. They're usually quite large, aren't they? They are. But what this guy is worried about is not only finding

his boy, but finding him alive. Ladies and gentlemen, it's the bulkiest, balkiest, smartest and most unpredictable detective in the world, that chairborn genius, Nero Wolf, created by Rex Stud

and brought to you in a new series of adventures over this NBC network

in the person of Mr. Sidney Green Street. The case of the deadly sellout, that's what my boss near a wolf called it,

and it almost meant curtains for the firm of Wolf and Goodwin.

But let me give it to you straight right from the beginning.

Although you ought to know that it wasn't until it was all over that I knew the very beginning of it myself. It all started in the New York

flat of one Brock Rainey. Yes? The name is Jerry Fay. I'm supposed to know you? Being a very

good friend of Pepeigato's, it's time you got to know me. May I come in?

Oh, sure. You've got a problem, Miss Faye? Maybe took a fall at the garden last night against a

coffee and bum named Eubanks, right? As far as I know, Cesta Gatto met his match. Please, Mr. Rainey,

do me a favor. Skip the sausage meat. It happens I saw the $1,200 you counted out to him to take a quick dive in the first. You did. How else would I know? Okay, then here's my wrist. Slap it, Miss Faye. I'm a bad boy. Now, look, who's kidding who? I don't care if Pepe makes himself a few deals on the side. I should worry whether he gives those meat eaters on the benches A run for the ducats What's it to me?

If you are not worried, I don't care if Peppy makes himself a few deals on the side. I should worry whether he gives those meat eaters on the benches or run for the ducats.

What's it to me?

If you're not worried sugar plum, then neither am I. Also, I'm a very busy man. Not too busy to pay off, I hope. Pay off? To who? To me? For what? But keeping it to myself that you collected five grand from the U-Banks crowd for getting Peppy to take that dive,

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