of speaking to each reader on a multiplicity of levels.

I bought a copy of your book.

Yes. I've read a couple of your books.

[Woman] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote. Please, no!

I'd offer to buy you a cup of coffee, but...

It's a circus! Randolph St. Germain, one of the judges.

And then after that, everything is kind of a blank...

Oh! At the risk of sounding like a nag, Horace,

I think if a guy like Post would go out and buy a pair of glasses,

is a metaphor for the Communist witch hunts of the early '50s.

As a matter of fact, my throat is beginning to close up.

I suppose you saw this letter from a Frank Lapinski of Brooklyn...

Mm. Especially if you've only been wearing them a couple of weeks.

Miss Harrow, I am desperately trying to clear a very dear friend of mine from a murder charge.

l... I finally took a couple of sleeping pills and went to bed.

but that pompous fool of a district attorney isn't going to railroad my friend...

Oh, a-a liquid offering...

Horace, you can't walk out in the middle of a speech, especially when you've won.

A sword concealed in a shaft.

Horace Lynchfield is a gentle, kind man who is incapable of hurting anyone. Yes, yes. Listen...