 Boy, I thought mysteries were rough, but grand opera. Holy smoke. Bury him alive, burn him up, stab each other. Good. So let's forget it for a while and get some different kind of music. All right, darling. I'll calm you down with the radio. Good. Rippling rhythm, maybe? Nice, sweet jazz. That's it, Angel. Sentimental little stuff that relaxes. I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you. Oh, no. I'll be glad.