Crackling Airwaves Old Time Radio
Oct 9, 2026 · 30 min · 16 segments
Richard Diamond, Private Detective premiered on NBC in 1949. The roll of Richard Diamond, a wise cracking private eye, was played by Dick Powell with his best girl being Helen Asher, played by…
Diamond Detective Agency.
If you have a little corpse in your home, swap it in for something useful.
Mr. Diamond?
Yes.
I'd like to hire you, Mr. Diamond.
Well, bless your little heart.
100 today and expenses.
My name is Raymond R. Waldron, attorney at law.
Would you mind coming right over to my office?
Will you have a retainer ready?
By the time you get here.
Where is here?
758 East 45th Street.
Just sign the check and I'll stamp it the amount with my track shoes.
Then I can expect you?
You can even clock me.
Who knows, you may witness the first four-minute mile.
[music] I quickly bounded over to the sink, pulled out a bundle of soaking laundry, grabbed a straight razor that looked like it had been used to hack out shrapnel, applied the Brillo to my overnight beard, and 20 bloody strokes later, I observed myself in the mirror.
Wounded, sire, but not dead.
By 11 o'clock, I was standing in the reception office of Raymond R. Waldron, attorney at law.
I looked for the secretary, but none was to be seen.
Then the door of Mr. Waldron's inner office opened, and a man about six feet tall sporting a heavy black beard and thick horn-rim glasses stood facing me.
I suppose you're Mr. Waldron.
Yes.
Uh, take this chair, if you will.
Diamond Detective Agency.
If you have a little corpse in your home, swap it in for something useful.
Mr. Diamond?
Yes.
I'd like to hire you, Mr. Diamond.
Well, bless your little heart.
100 today and expenses.
My name is Raymond R. Waldron, attorney at law.
Would you mind coming right over to my office?
Will you have a retainer ready?
By the time you get here.
Where is here?
758 East 45th Street.
Just sign the check and I'll stamp it the amount with my track shoes.
Then I can expect you?
You can even clock me.
Who knows, you may witness the first four-minute mile.
[music] I quickly bounded over to the sink, pulled out a bundle of soaking laundry, grabbed a straight razor that looked like it had been used to hack out shrapnel, applied the Brillo to my overnight beard, and 20 bloody strokes later, I observed myself in the mirror.
Wounded, sire, but not dead.
By 11 o'clock, I was standing in the reception office of Raymond R. Waldron, attorney at law.
I looked for the secretary, but none was to be seen.
Then the door of Mr. Waldron's inner office opened, and a man about six feet tall sporting a heavy black beard and thick horn-rim glasses stood facing me.
I suppose you're Mr. Waldron.
Yes.
Uh, take this chair, if you will.
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