Hello and welcome to another episode of nostalgic 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 Richard Diamond Private Detective, episode titled, The Stolen Purst,

originally aired May 22nd, 1949, where a little old lady gives Diamond a seemingly valueless black purse.

Everyone wants it badly, bad enough to kill for it.

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

Thank you for listening. Here's Dick Powell, transcribed as Richard Diamond, private detective. but detective.... My name's Diamond.

Like a lot of working people at 5 o'clock in the afternoon,

I get pretty anxious for 6 o'clock to roll around,

especially if I haven't had a client for the last three days.

But even if I don't expect anyone to drop in before six,

I can't take a chance, so I stare out of my office window on 53rd Street just to kill time.

I see the night starting to muscle in on the Broadway bright lights,

and I wonder just how many prospective clients are out in the city.

Who's getting in trouble? What kind of trouble? And will they come to Richard Diamond for guidance?

Now, take the two hard-looking thugs in the downtown hotel room

as they watch a pretty blonde hurriedly get into a flashy mint coat.

They're going to need plenty of guidance.

Where you're going, Dottie?

I got an appointment.

Don't you think you ought to stick around just in case the contact comes in? If it ain't here by now, it won't be until tomorrow. Stop looking like a couple of anxious bloodhounds. Relax. Sure, Dottie, sure. But you really cannot blame us for being a little disquieted. Don't she look classy, Al? Hey, who are you going to roll tonight, doll face?

Your grandmother. Or ain't she out of Alcatraz yet? Hey, I don't like no cracks about my family. Well, what are you going to do, Stan? People stop by the zoo every day. Now, please, Nolagamaki. Yeah, no lago... Yeah. You keep running off at the mouth like that baby

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