Hello and welcome to another episode of Nostologic Mystery Radio.

I'm your host, Stevie K.

It's my honor to bring you the radio shows of yesteryear. For today's episode, I bring you back of the Christie's Hercule Perot in The Trail Led to Death,

originally aired November 23rd, 1945, where Perot declines to help another private detective

find a beautiful nurse and then two separate nurses turn up dead.

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

Thank you for listening. Time and the little gray cells.

These will always catch the criminal.

Hercule Poirot, Detective Extraordinary.

From the thrill-packed pages of Agatha Christie's unforgettable stories of corpses, clues, and crime,

Mutual now brings you, complete with bowler hat and magnificent mustache,

your favorite detective, Hercule Poro,

starring Harold Huber in The Trail led to Death. Mr. Perrault? My name is Gorman. Tom Gorman. May I come in?

No, certainly, Mr. Gorman.

I'm in a funny spot, Mr. Perald. I hate clients who start that way myself.

But... You are a detective, monsieur. Yeah, I'm what you might call a competitor of yours. Gorman detective agency. No job too small or too large. You've heard of me? I regret to say, Monsieur, I have not. Then how did you know I was a detective? Oh, come, come, monsieur. The significant bulge under your shoulder. A shoulder holster for your gun, nestsp. And still, nothing furtled about your movements which would mark the criminal merely a certain slyness in your manner. Hey, you don't seem to think much of detectives. Being one myself, I am allowed to take liberties, eh? Well, it doesn't matter. I've heard of you, and that's why I'm here, to get a little help.

Mr. Gorman, I think you have made a mistake. My services are not for hire. No, no, don't get on your high horse. I know how you've been helping Stevens down at homicide, and I have a proposition here that will interest you. Monsieur, I have found in my experience that propositions, such as you speak of, do not interest. Now, wait a minute. I know that compared to you, I'm just a punk. I haven't got your brains and don't figure for a minute that I have. I'm used to dealing with mugs, and it's mugs I know how to handle. But, well, this thing is different. And all I ask is for you to listen to what I have to say. Then you can give me the brush off. You don't like it. That seems right there's anabby, me chief. I've been hired to find a girl. Here's a picture.

All I've got... to listen to what I have to say. Then you can give me the brush off. You don't like it. That seems reasonable, miss you.

I've been hired to find a girl. Here's a picture. All I've got to go on is this picture, her name, Elizabeth Thorne, and the fact that she's a nurse. This picture seems to be quite a few years old, monsieur. You can say that again. That's just one of the things that makes it so tough. The people who want this gal located

Haven't seen her in 15 years

But they're sure anxious to find her now again. That's just one of the things that makes it so tough. The people who want this gal located

haven't seen her in 15 years, but they're sure anxious to find her now. 10,000 bucks worth anxious. And that's why I came to you. Bardo, I do not understand. Look, this is big-time stuff. Ordinarily, I'd never get a look in on a case like this, but for some reason I can't figure out these people came to me.

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