This is the man in black, here again to introduce Columbia's program to spin.

Getting our starring Hollywood cast this evening is Mr. Richard Dicks, who appears of United States naval officer and found himself in a remarkable predicament on what should have been an uneventful flight from New York to Philadelphia.

As fellow passengers aboard the airliner, on his scale page is a girl named Monica and Mr. Montague Love, who plays that aged and domineering millionaire stylist, Naylor.

The story by John Dixon Car called Death's Flying Blind is tonight's tale of suspense.

If you have been with us on these Tuesday nights, you will know that suspense is compounded of mystery and suspicion, dangerous adventure.

In this series our tale is calculated to intrigue you, stir your nerves, go offer you a precarious situation, and then withhold the sedution until the last possible moment.

And so it is with Death's Flying Blind and the performances of Richard Dicks' scale page, Montague Love, and our other players, we again hope to keep you in.

Let's spin.

The Guadi of Field Municipal Airport of New York, the Guadi of Field, fast behind its white buildings, on a grey spring afternoon when rains splashes across the runways, dims the sky, and spatters on the wings of a great silver-painted airliner, waiting beyond.

Already as the limousine bust of New York terminus slowly draws up to the waiting shed, you can hear the loud sleaze.

The big limousine bust decides its driver contains only two firsts.

When it's a tall young man in the United States Naval Uniform, the stripes of a Lieutenant Commander round his sleeve.

The other is a tall and dark-haired girl, a face of a frightened in the blue light.

Now take it easy, Monica. We're not too late. They won't go without it.

No, I mean, it's a three-horse-a-lot thing.

That's right, Monica. We're only going to Philadelphia.

You're still right, my dear. I run this for a special stop at Philadelphia.

They won't take long, and then they go on non-stop from there.

Who's going on?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

But, therefore, a bus must hold 20 people, since nobody in it except ourselves will drive us.

Who's going on the Los Angeles or anywhere else?

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