Lamont Cranston

If I retired, I'd be dead in six months.

Now, Doc, that's no way for you to talk.

I'm an old fire horse, Commissioner.

I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have my work to do.

But, of course, if you want me to retire, I'll do it.

I wouldn't think of it, Doc.

I was only doing it for your sake.

Well, then, shall we forget it for the time being?

You see, I don't want to retire yet, Commissioner.

Oh, forget it then, Doc.

I guess I'd better get along.

What is it you came in to see me about, Doc?

Oh, I... Would you rather we left the room, Dr. Kilgore?

You see, Doctor, Mr. Cranston's play is in rehearsal tonight and he wants my critical opinion.

But if you want to talk to me, I'll be glad to... Oh, no, indeed what I have to tell you can wait, Commissioner.

Ah, well, let's go then.

Oh, by the way, Doc, those reports I wanted you to look at are right here on my desk.

You sit right down and go over them.

There'll be no one around here to bother you at this time of night.

All right, Commissioner.