This is case closed, crime stories from the Golden Age of Radio. Yeah, it wasn't a pretty picture.

His throat had been slit, not more than a minute ago.

I started around the corner in the warehouse after the killer.

All of a sudden, I spread eagle in the air.

And my head splattered on the pier and a million stars exploded in front of my eyes.

And then all the lights went out.

The new adventures of Michael Shane, private detective,

Michael Shane, reckless, red-headed Irishman, back again at his old haunts in New Orleans.

This is your director, Bill Russo, inviting you to listen to another transcribed episode,

which we call The Case of the Generous Killer.

Cut me tax bill urged by... How much difference does that make till a guy who was broke?

The man for a police slayer, Victor, gross.

There's any good news anymore.

Well, whether man predicts more rain.

Well, maybe...

I beg your pardon?

I didn't hear you come in.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Sign on your office door said enter.

So I did.

Oh, yeah.

Well, have a seat.

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