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This is Matt Rodgers from Los Cullteries with Matt Rodgers and Boneyang. This is Boneyang from Los Cullteries. This is Matt Rodgers and Boneyang. You know what people try in new food and suddenly it's like, okay, hold on. I got a new favorite food! That's the reaction a lot of people are having when they first try Kupie Mayo. Yeah, it's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. You've probably seen it at the grocery store. And this mayo is different. Mm-hmm. Most mayonnaise uses whole eggs. Kupie only uses egg yolks, which gives it this rich umami flavor. That smoother, deeper, almost buttery. When people try it, they start putting it on everything. Egg sandwiches, fries, burgers. Chefs use it, restaurants use it, people who really care about flavor use it. Put it on just about anything. Then you'll understand Kupie, the original Japanese mayonnaise. This episode from the life of Sherlock Holmes will be transmitted to our men and women over seized by shortwave and through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. That tree-wine brings you... That's a wrath-borne and Nigel Bruce and the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
The Petrie family, the family that took time to bring you good wine, invite you to listen to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting adventure he shared with his old friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes. And as for me, well I'd like to tell you about a wine that's just wonderful before dinner. And that wine is Petrie, California's Sherry. You know about Sherry, of course, but do you know about Petrie Sherry? That Petrie Sherry is the kind of wine you can really talk about. It has the look of quality, a rich dark amber color. And it has the aroma, the bouquet as the experts call it, of wonderful sun-ripen grapes. And flavor? Well, if you want your wine to taste good, Petrie Sherry is the one you want it to taste. It's really delicious. Oh and incidentally, if you like your Sherry on the dry side, you know, not sweet, Petrie makes a papal dry Sherry that's out of this world. Take home a bottle of Petrie Sherry, served by itself or with orders or cocktail sandwiches. But serve it proudly because the name Petrie is the proudest name in the history of American
wines. And now for our weekly visit with the good Dr. Watson. I'm sure he's expecting it. Man, come in, come in. Oh, very warm, Mr. Bautel. Good evening, Dr. Oh, no, no, don't get up here. You look much too comfortable. Take off your overcoat and come and join me. Well, I can tell you a story of a scandal in Bohemia last week, Dr. and tonight you promised us a sequel. That's right, Mr. Bautel, a sequel took place over 20 years afterwards in 1909 to be exact. Killer Holmes is living on his Sussex B farm. Is that only in June, I remember that I received a telegram from the great man asking me to come and spend the long weekend with him. And I'm sure you needed no urging to accept the invitation. None, Mr. Bautel, none at all. I haven't seen Holmes for some time and this fact combined with my rather indifferent health found me on the Eastbourne train a few hours after receiving the telegram.
A dog cart was at the station to meet me and after a wrist drive across the downs, I found myself once more with my good friend. He looked somewhat older than when I'd last seen him. But as he spoke to me, I realized from the keenest of his voice and the sparkle in his eye that Sherlock Holmes would never really be old. And while our conversation lapsed into the comfortable silence that the disc could kept on me, it just only between friends. And then as the sun was setting, Holmes picked up his beloved violin and began to play some haunting melody. As he lay back, eyes half closed, his long thin fingers caressing the instrument, a wave of nostalgia swept over me. I thought of the many years that we'd spent together and the exciting adventures that we had shared during the old days in Baker Street. Beautiful, quite beautiful.
Thank you, Watson. You look uncommonly, Westpullia, John. You think in the old days? Yes, Holmes. I was. There was I. Well, those very exciting times, but it's comforting to think that now we will not be disturbed by tangling doorbell, although it's what it was, I'm poor, double in trouble. Nowadays my greatest excitement is connected with the segregation of the Queen B and the night time for Clivitties, the Charles Augustus, my Tomcat. I still find it hard to think of you in return at Holmes. Do you ever consider returning to active practice? Oh, I consider it occasionally. Then reject the idea. Then you should work only up to the peak of his ability on past. I nonsense, Holmes. It just alertes over you. Mentally, perhaps, but not physically. Would you consider handling a small problem in England? With personal problems that affects you, my dear chef, in all due I can. Well, it's only second. My problem, Holmes, it was a charming young girl on the train.
We got into conversation. You don't age it in a real job. Yeah, just as susceptible as ever. No, no, no, no, Holmes, it may finish. She said that you knew her mother quite well. Her mother? Come in. Oh, yes, Debra's mother is it. I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Holmes. Your man said I might come in. My master, Mr. Liffin Stanley, instructed me to deliver the snow. Oh, thank you. He also instructed me to wait for a reply. What comes? On the impudence. You said, master, that there's no answer to this letter. But he told me I must get a reply. You were done with Mr. Liffin Stanley that I will instruct my solicitors to reply to his messaging due course. Yes, it's sir. That's all dealers, you may go. Did he go to the notes, sir? What did the notes say, Holmes? Read it for yourself. Keep your filthy deeds where they belong. One of my guests is tongue yesterday. If this happens again, I'll have the police while you are at this place. Lord, I'm offensive letter.
The man himself is even more offensive. He's a retard, many facturer, who thinks that he's immense wealth and titles him to the dominion of the local residents. Oh, but let not spoil a nice sunny afternoon by discussing him. Please continue with the story of the young lady that you met on the table. I'd like to have a little thing seem and dreadful trouble. I do wish you would help her. You say that she told you her mother knew me. Yes. What's her name? Notem. I really notem. Notem. I don't seem to recall. Oh, but of course. Where is the go, Watson? She's staying at the Red Lone in the village. Then ring her on the telephone and ask her to come over here as fast as you can. Of course, I'll help her. I'm relying on her, but what made you change your mind so suddenly? Do you remember so short that you can't remember Irene Adler? So you haven't forgotten it. In the case you called a scandal in Bohemia, I was completely fooled by her. Oh, I'm curious. Of course. You always refer to as the woman. But how does Irene noten fit into the picture? Irene Adler married a barrister named Jeffrey. Tell Miss Noten to come at once, Rocky.
She is the daughter of the woman. Mr. Holmes, I've had too much about you from mother. She tells you the cleverest man in England. You know, mother flat is me, my dear child. She herself was much more clever than I, in fact. Yes. Did you ever tell you about the circumstances under which we met? Mr. Holmes, though she did tell me if you were a witness when she and my father were met. Very true. I did, very true. Though the occasion was a little, well, if we say unusual, look here. Miss Gilden's operand I wear on my watch chain is a momentum of that day. I also have a charming photograph of your mother. You must have known her quite well. How about telling Mr. Holmes about your troubles, my dear? The medicines are charming, but they can wait until we've dealt with your problems. Mr. Holmes, I'm being blackmailed. Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.
By whom? By a neighbor of yours, Mr. Litton Stanley. Do you know him? Oh, yes, indeed I do. No matter if I could, Mr. Holmes has seemed the most offensive note from the gentleman less than a hour ago. What whole dismiss to Stanley have of you, my dear? He has some letters, some rather indiscreet letters of mine that I wrote to a friend of his last year. How did he obtain these letters, Miss Norton? Most of stolen them. I don't know how, but when I was staying in his house a few weeks ago, he told me that he had them and asked five thousand pounds for their return. Mr. Smith, and why should he consider our letters even indiscreet letters worth so large a sum? I'm engaged to be married to Lord Weston's son. That awful man that Stanley knows that if my fiancé saw the letters, the marriage would never take place. There must be extremely compromising. They are, really. But I was much younger when I wrote them. In fact, I was only seventeen. I'm afraid they could easily be misconstrued. Have you told your mother? Oh, no, she'd never understand. She might surprise you on that, but I think. How about your father? Daddy's a barrister.
You can imagine how straight he is. He'd be about the whole thing. That's why I came to you, Mr. Holmes. Oh, I see you, too, Violet. I am not so, well, should we say, straight, please? Of course you aren't. Mother told me about you, and in any case, I've read Dr. Watson's story. What is the matter, fellow? Your story is, well, let me and Celia double one of these days. What are you suggesting Mr. Holmes can do for him, Miss Norton? Get the letters back, Army. But how? Still, I'm a cold. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. My dear Watson, don't be shocked. I was not in his fourth rite girl. I come out of the forehide. Mr. Fitching. Mr. Holmes, you can't say you've won't help me. No, why don't think that I can't say it. In any case, I have a slight personal score to settle with Mr. Lippen Stanley, myself. He's rude. And has no understanding, B. How are you going to steal the letter? That's probably my class of the forehide, which I have. I can tell you how to do it, Mr. Holmes. It is, it is, the light for my dear. You explain the problem, and also the way it's solving it, how easy the detective's worth might be if all the plans were equally helpful. Tell me, what is your plan?
Marlowe, the seven-taste offer, Mr. Lippen Stanley. He will be alone there during the afternoon. How do you know that fact? My maid was keeping company as they say with Dee, which is the buffalo, when I was staying there a few weeks ago. She found out everything from him. My letter's a kept in a filigree box in his desk. With your enterprise, my dear, I'm surprised that you didn't find open the desk for salt. I did. But it's very sturdy and has a combination heart. However, I'm sure that you and Dr. Watson can take you some way of getting the letters. Particularly if Mr. Lippen Stanley is alone in the house. We shall do our business. How must we one thing, though, both of you? No, what's up? Don't read the letters, will you? I'm really rather ashamed of writing all. Of course we work my dear, too. You're both so sweet to me. How can I thank you? Thanks for being a little immature. But you could do us a favor. Of course, what is it? Your mother had a beautiful voice, I recall. I wonder if you would help her tell it. I do sing, though, I've never done so professionally, like mother. And I'd ever played the violin professionally. But perhaps, since the tweeners, we could give Watson a little concert.
A little light-flugged, dear. We can't do anything until tomorrow, anyway. What would you like to sing? Songs my mother taught me. Really, really remarkably appropriate. I've never, day-long found any. Instead of a framerate. Show me tonight's music. And tomorrow, the touch of daylight robbery. Get old Watson. You're just guys, there's really excellent time. I must confess I'm a little apprehensive. I will, yeah. There's no need to be. I assure you. You, as Dr. Haneish and I, as the Reverend Applebee, are calling on Mr. Stanley,
as principally in search of a contribution for my charity hospital that you are in charge of. What could be simpler? What were you decided on the role of a clergyman? It should simplify our entrance of the house. No, I must confess that a rare touch of sentiments prompted the choice of my disguise. How does sentiment enter into it? Oh, surely you remember that it was in the role of a simple, minded, non-conformist clergyman that I once attempted to deceive Miss Norton's mother? That's right, you're forgotten. That woman really, fascinating, you have. That's all she has. I've any addler with one woman I've always regarded with undumbed admiration. Even though she was a criminal, but the mouth of this come on over, Phelma. Are you ready? Yes, you have the equipment I mentioned to you. In my pocket? At the splurple chap, let's splurple.
You're home, mother devil, doesn't the answer the door? Come, come, come. My dear Reverend Applebee, for passing your language is as hardly proof. I'm sorry, Dr. Haneish. There comes someone. Yes. Mr. Dickens, Danley. That's one aim. A nine-year-old Applebee, and this is my friend Dr. Haneish. My friend, to me, is a very great deal of wealthy. What can I do for you? It will become an infantile, I'll explain our mission. Very well. Come into the study. We're raising a subscription, this spirituality hospitalic battle. Wait, just across the dam. You're a prominent resident here at this office. You'd like to donate a few Guinness. I'm really not very interested. I've given as much to chair to this year as I can afford. Well, it's a fine coarser. I'm giving my medical services three days a week, and the Reverend Applebee is donating his services to. Who else has contributed to this fight? All your neighbors, sir. We just came from the beach farm over the dams.
The only Mr. Holmes gave us a check for five Guinness. Holmes gave you five Guinness, is he? Very nice gentleman, Mr. Holmes. We're proposing to name a world in the hospital after him. Is this list of subscribers going to be published in the paper? Oh, yes, oh, yes, Mr. Lincoln's tender. I'll give you ten Guinness. Ten Guinness, sir. I'll give you ten Guinness, sir. I kind of use a few. I'll get my check book fits in this desk. What's that? A platform. Right. Now, who do I make this check payable to Wilk? A daughter! Who? A little house. Hold him still. I didn't need water. This is Matt Rogers from Los Calturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Calturistas, Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. Okay, we've been talking about Cupid male for a minute now, Bowen. Wow, the feedback we're getting. I mean, so many of you all love this stuff. You're stopping us in the street going, I love Cupid. And if you're thinking, wait, what is Cupid?
Do you not have the internet? It's the OG Japanese mayonnaise. The one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. Once you know what, you start seeing it everywhere. People ask what makes it different from basic mayo. Well, the answer? Egg yolk. Cupid is made with egg yolks only, giving it this incredibly rich umami flavor that elevates everything. Burgers, fries, sandwiches, chicken, noodles, chefs use it, restaurants use it, people who really love food and flavor use it. But whatever you're eating, Cupid it. So if you haven't tried Cupid yet, find the bottle with the red cap and see what everyone's talking about. You'll understand, Cupid, the original Japanese mayonnaise. This episode is brought to you by Springer, the platform responsible for a rapidly spreading condition known as podcast brain. Symptoms include buying microphones you don't need, explaining RSS feeds to confused relatives. And seeing things like, sorry, I can't talk right now, I'm editing audio. If this sounds familiar, you're probably already a podcaster.
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Oh, neither do you need a point of revolver, as is your master. You're master, and you? I'm not in the least interested in my master's health, Dr. Watson. In fact, if he were dead, I should be delighted. And what are you up to, divos? I'm taking advantage of a situation, sir. I've been trying to open their desk books. After such cuteness on your part, sir, I hate to see mangracious. But I'm best putting a fade, I shall have to kill you. I have to kill both of you. Dr. Watson's story will continue in just a second, so I'm just going to remind you that good food always tastes better when served with good wine. And if you like a red wine, say with steak or meat of any kind, you love Petri, California burgundy. If you'd rather have a white wine, say with chicken or fish, then by all means get Petri, California so turned. Or, look, if opinion is divided in your family, if some of you like a red wine and some like white, it's obvious. Don't buy one, buy two.
Remember that, huh? Don't buy one, buy two, but do buy Petri. Then you know it's good. Dr., that was a fine place to break off your story with the Butler pointing a gun at your backs, and you ensure lock homes with your hands above your heads. What happened next? No, at least you didn't give kill. You wouldn't be sitting here in California tonight telling me to story. You're an element too, my dear. Oh, Jill, but supposing I take you back in the story to the point where I had to stop. Well, all right then, take me back, Dr.. Take me back. Very well. We stripped our homes and our hands above our heads. As Deva said, I'm so grateful I am that you opened the desk for me. After such kindness on your parts, I hate to see my gracious, but I'm bettually afraid I'm going to have to kill you, book. I just like to appear stupid at such a melodramatic moment, but why is it nested at a kill? For months, I have been waiting for an opportunity to steal the Kidman Jar Emerald, and now you have done it for me, sir. And presented me with a perfect alebara. Kidman Jar Emerald, who come now mispronounced homes, you know the treasures in this house as well as I do.
Apart from the Emerald, there's a superb Jillini that would fetch a fine pricey, bright mark. We aren't here after any valuables, my good man. Please don't call me your good man, Dr. Watson. It's patronizing and untrue. In any case, whether you were here after the valuables or not makes no difference. I caught you both red-handed. You're completely in my power, gentlemen. You're going to steal the treasures I stares and then pretend that we were responsible. Exactly, sir. I shall kill you both, secret what objects appeal to me, and when my master begins consciousness, I shall explain that I found. I found three men burying the house that I killed two of them while the third got away with the loot. Who will be able to doubt that word? To be regarded as a hero. And I didn't have my salary raised. Now Watson, I'm afraid this is the end, old chap. I'm a sorted way to die and we'll shop the back like a card. Adidas, at least to his date, courtesy of allowing us to face the party squad, William. That'll wear a gentleman. Turn round. But don't try any tricks. One last request. What is it, sir? I'm beaten in the night, mits. I'm getting old, but in my heyday I cross the swords for some of the greatest criminals in Europe.
My life has been attempted many times, but I've always escaped. This is to be my swung, so I'm at least given the privilege of shaking the hand of a man who has at last bested me. Well, sir, I feel that I'm stepping a little out of my station, but I suppose the situation is unusual. I hope you don't object to the left, Hanser. I'll keep the revolver in my right. Very well, Divers. Goodbye, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Goodbye, Divers. And my congratulations, but... My congratulations for being a fool. Well done, Holmes. Maybe getting old, Watson. But I've not lost my skill at that ex-sulk. Hey, you know, I don't feel a shell in a flash. Potsin in the bullet went wild. Yes, Watson. Struck the desk as it fell. Yes, his head is not serious. He's behind conscious for a while. Good, but I think we'll take the precaution of fursing this desk draw. I don't want him to be exposed to purpose when he comes to. How we are, I'm a shouldn't we get in touch with the police home? Police, great scuttener, Wolfalo. I thought we were bourgeoisin, but in disguise, two facts that would be hard to explain. So, just act real enough. We'll expect the B-farmism as possible.
Yes, sir. It's your right. It's not going to be waiting for us. Erne, tell her what's happened. Poor girl, I'm afraid she's in for something of a shock. What's the home? It's Dr. Wilson. I'm so glad to see you back again. Did you get the telegram back? Yes, Miss Norton here is. At home, I didn't know that you... Watson. Er, my not-open it, Miss Norton. Well, I... Open it, my dear. I mean, I'll be love letters inside it, but there's a note. Oh. Why don't you read it to us? Let this be a warning, Miss Norton. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Let this be a warning, Miss Norton. Crime does not pay. If you don't believe me, ask your mother. Since here, Michelle, I come. Mr. Holmes, you knew my secret all the time. Not all the time, but I realized it as soon as I'd opened the filigree box. What on earth you're talking about? Miss Norton was under the impression that she could use me as a cat's paw. As a dupe to commit a baby-refer. I still don't understand, Holmes. You were a member she asked us to promise not to open the box.
You did, sir, just before the fellow hell knows about the revolver. What was inside the bin? Impressive green stone which I knew to be the Kitmanja emerald. Where'd the emerald now? I slipped it back into Mr. Lippin's timeless desk and locked it. Got the box here because I wanted to see your expressionless Norton as you opened it. Great. God, and I thought you were full of the thing in trouble. Lucky. You have to say for yourself, hang it in. But I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Holmes. Terrible, sorry. It seemed like a wildly exciting idea, but I didn't really mean to steal it. No, of course not. No, no, of course you didn't. You didn't need to steal it for you, Miss Norton. I'm convinced you knew that your mother once outgrew it to me and you presumed to think that you could do the same. I should tell you over to the police. Please don't, Mr. Holmes. You can't do that. I certainly could. But I'm not going to, for two reasons. First, you're young and impressionable, and this will teach you a lesson. And in the second place I have a strange admiration for your mother. That I want, Miss Norton, that you will have had a narrow escape. A very narrow escape.
Mr. Holmes, before I go, there's one favor I want to ask you. Really? What is it? Could I keep this filigree box with your note inside it? It would be a reminder, all my life, of how we met. What do you say, Watson? Your box to give her. That's true, follow, that's quite true. But I fail to see how we can return it now without disclosing our own share and the attempted robbery. In any case, I don't like Mr. Lippen's family. We might indulge in a little petty last name without feeling too guilty. Very well, Miss Norton. You may keep the box. I shall always treasure it. Thank you. Goodbye, Dr. Watson. Don't thank too badly of me. Good-bye. Good night, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. You know Holmes, I must say you were surprising your lenient, let go.
You suppose a mother put her up to the whole thing? That possibility had occurred to me, all for long. And yet I have a feeling that she's... Come in. Door's open. Will you expect anyone? No. Oh, God, it's a living state. I'm going to go. I'm going to go. I'm going to go. I'm going to go. I'm going to go. I'm going to go. God, it's a living state. Good evening, sir. This is an unexpected honor. Sherlock Holmes, we haven't been the best of friends I know. But you've got to help me now. I'm in serious trouble. No, indeed, sir. I'm interested down. This is my friend, Dr. Watson. How do you do? And now, sir, what is your trouble? I've been robbed, Holmes. Robbed. What the stiller? Well, my greatest treasure. The Kippmanjar Emeralds removed from his case. And then mysteriously returned loose in my jazz golf duets. But there's a priceless chileini missing. Have you any idea who the third person might be? More because I'm sure of that.
A couple of disguises, a clergyman, and a doctor came into the house on the pretext of raising money for some hospital. And they overpowered me with proliform. Don't tear me. I'm very unpleasant for you. Yes, sir. When I came to I found my brother, Jules, lying beside me in a pool of blood. The brave fellow had to wrestle with the fittings, but they got away. And he's in the hospital now. Holmes, you've got to help me. The Kippmanjar Emerald was returned, you say, but a chileini is missing. Yes. It's an S. It's Philly Reeboks, in which I kept the Emeralds. A Philly Reeboks. Yes, it's a genuine chileini. It's worth several thousand pounds. Holmes, you must help resolve this business. I'm sorry, Mr. Litton Stanley, but I'm afraid I can't help you. I retired. Yes, and I intend to remain in retirement. Good night, sir. Not bad. I'll pay you any fee with the reason. My decision is final, sir. Good night. I might have known I wouldn't get any help from you. Holmes, she fooled you again. Yes, the little girl.
She knew that box was a chileini all the time. You don't seem very angry with her over. Well, this would be that I'm not what splendid audacity. What a stupid nerve the child has. You must get the box back from her. I shall watch them. I shall. Or rather, I shall persuade Debra's to do it for me. Is the price of our silence? How can he get it back? Remember that he walks out that Miss Norton's made? I'm certain that when he explains his predicament, he can prevail upon her to steal the box from her mistress so that it may be returned to its white-plowner. It's a good idea. Oh, my George Holmes. Miss Norton's a chip of gold block, all right? Yes, but since she is, and it makes me wonder. What about? I wonder my dear chap how long I can remain in retirement. Such worthy and take it as to the largest of challenge. It's a resistible challenge.
You know, Dr. Watson, I just can't get over the way you and Mr. Holmes let that girl... Irene was at her name pool the wall over your eyes. Why, she really twisted your round her little finger. Mr. Butler, I don't like to make extreme depositives statements, but I'm sure that if you were in my shoes, Irene would not have ever twisted your round her little finger and she just had you rowing above and hoops and standing on your head. You mean she was that beautiful, Mr. Butler? She was so beautiful that she'd make you forget all about Petri Wynne. Dr. Watson, no girl is that beautiful. Oh, how young you really are. Oh, maybe so, but there are lots of pretty girls in this world and only one Petri Wynne. That's because there's only one Petri family that's been making wine since the 1800s. And believe me, because the Petri business has always been family-owned and operated, they've been able to hand on down from father to son, from father to son, the highly skilled art of making fine wine.
And those generations of wine making add up to a lot of experience. The Petri family really knows how to turn luscious, California grapes into fragrant, delicious wine. That's why no matter what type wine you wish, you can't go wrong looking for the label that says, P-E-T-R-I. Petri, because Petri took time to bring you good wine. Well, Dr. Watson, what story are you planning to tell us next week? Mr. Bartil is the day before Christmas. So I'm going to tell you an adventure that took place many years ago and involved homes in myself in one of the most fantastic Christmas-ease situations in which we ever found ourselves. I think you like the story. I call it the night before Christmas. That sounds swell, Dr. O, thank you. Oh, by the way, before I go, Mr. Bartil, I'd like to remind our listeners there's no better way to spend money and to spend it on Christmas seals. Every penny spent on Christmas seals not only helps cure tuberculosis, but it also helps prevent it right in your own community.
Your purchases of Christmas seals in the past have saved thousands of lives. Keep saving lives. By all the Christmas seals you can afford this year. Now, won't you? Tonight, Sherlock Holmes' adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story, a scandal in Bohemia. Music is by Dean Fossler. Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Goldwood Mayor and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures, where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series. As a Rathbone's new Columbia record album, Up In Hood, is now available at your music store. Music is by Dean Fossler. Music is by Dean Fossler. Music is by Dean Fossler.
The Petri wine company of San Francisco, California, invites you to tune in again next week, same time, same station. Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios. Music is by Dean Fossler. Music is by Dean Fossler. This is Harry Bartell saying good night for the Petri family. For a solid hour of exciting mystery dramas, listen every Monday on most of these same stations at 8 o'clock to Michael Shane, followed immediately by Sherlock Holmes. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
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