Quotes from Jack Webb

Charley Pellanda's great ambition in life was to qualify himself as a faith healer, and his mentor, Rachel (Butterfly) Uwanawich, assured him that his prospects were highly promising. But finally Charley came to the searching last test, which a less dedicated man could scarcely have passed.

From .05 to .10 per cent indicates that the subject has been drinking; .10 to .15 you are possibly under the influence of alcohol. From .15 to .25, you are under the influence of liquor and should not be driving. At .25 per cent you are obviously intoxicated; at .35 per cent you are a common drunk and probably unable to take care of yourself; and at .40 per cent, whether you are aware of it or not, you have passed out.

At .50 per cent, you have imbibed a lethal amount of good fellowship.

And then, with a sudden turn of phrase that a philosopher could not have polished, Chief Parker said: "No social structure founded on the weakness of its people can hope to survive.

Donald L. Rider was a guy, just a guy, it seemed, if you didn't know his FBI record which reached from Phoenix, Arizona, to Helena, Montana. By the age of nineteen, in just two exuberant years, he had worked at robbery, burglary, car theft, jail escape, and strongarm terrorism.

It had been a marihuana party. My wife and I tried to explain to her what this meant. That marihuana was the bait, and dope addiction the trap.

Today, dope is being peddled to the teenager who progresses from "goof-balls" to the weedy pseudo-ecstasies of marihuana and finally to "H," the deadly heroin.

Once, Colin Forbes went on the trail of a shadowy character who had trussed, robbed, then killed a Vine Street tailor, leaving behind only the heelprint of a cowboy's boot on his victim's forehead. It took him two years, but he traced the boot to Texas and then found the murderer in an Army camp right in California.

BLOW JOB—Where explosive is used on a safe.

The girl who was to bloom into a night flower was one of four sisters reared by their mother in Salem, Massachusetts. About the time the war broke out, when she was in her middle teens, Betty Short went to work. She ushered in theaters, she slung plates as a waitress. It was the kind of work where a girl too young and attractive would meet too many men.

Rule o' thumb, the motorcycle police consider the "normal flow of traffic" in judging speed.

When Jo-Jo met the flaming redhead in the green slacks, and he met her only once in his life, there was a touch of mocking predestination in the encounter. It seemed almost as if some irresponsible pagan god had deliberately thrown them together, saying to himself, "Let's see what these poor human fools do now.

Early on a spring morning, Policemen Robert Coffman and Jack Carter are working the night watch out of Central Division.