The following passage is from the radio adaptation of a novel called Dark side of the street which takes place in Los Angeles.
[Now, what is amazing indeed is that Harry Patterson, the writer, is a prolific author of some sixty best-selling thrillers published under pseudonyms like Martin Fallon, Hugh Marlowe, James Graham, Jack Higgins, and himself. Dark side of the street belongs to the Paul Chavasse series in his Jack Higgins authorship].
The Woman without a Name
A man and a woman are sitting in an expensive restaurant in Beverly Hills, not far from Hollywood.They are looking at a photograph of two people, which the woman has brought with her.
A: You know who she is, I suppose.
B: Of course. And the man? Who's he?
A: Carl Earlham. Ever heard of him?
B: No, I'm afraid not.
A: He was one of her favourite photographers. He was her friend...he spent a lot of time with her just before she died, in '62.
B: Where is he now? What's he doing?
A: He's dead. He died last year. I knew him well. Very well. Do you understand?
B: I think so.
A: Well? Are you interested?
B: In what?
A: In using the information in the book you’re writing about her, of course. You are doing some research into her death, aren't you?
B: Yes, but . . . I'm not sure. How did you know I was writing such a book?
A: Someone told me.
A: Just a friend. I have a lot of friends.
B: What's the name of your friend?
A: That doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is whether you want the information or not.
B: What information?
A: It's all in the letters.
B: Letters? What are you talking about?
A: She wrote Earlham several letters before she died. She told him all about things like her relationship with someone very . . .
B: Look. A lot of people say they've got letters like that. And just about everyone in Hollywood can tell stories about what happened just before she died.
A: What I've got isn't a story. I'm not making it up! It's the truth. In her own handwriting. I can prove she wrote the letters. And what's in them is dynamite. Pure dynamite.
B: Are you sure? It isn't exactly news any more, is it? It happened more than 25 years ago.
A: It's still dynamite.
B: How did you get hold of these letters?
A: I told you. I was Earlham's friend. We were . . . very close. He gave me the letters before he died. Well? Do you want to see the letters?
B: That depends.
A: On what?
B: On what you want in return.
A: Money, of course.
B: That's a lot of money.
A: Yes, and it's worth it! Every penny. Look, I hope you understand what I'm offering you. Letters. Her letters. Some of which she wrote only a few days before she died.
A: Yes? Yes, what?
B: Yes, I understand.