A young man seems to have fallen in with a bad crowd. When he wakes up, he realizes his strange dream, was no dream at all. Feeling guilty, and being the good guy that he is, he goes to a friend who is a cop. He tells all he knows, and his friend will help all he can but warns that he’ll have to arrest him if he’s found to be guilty.
The two begin putting the pieces together. The man with the frog voice. The singing wall. Joe’s place. Just what crime was committed? Murder? Did it involve narcotics? Suddenly, the singing wall offers a clue. A wierd clue, but a clue none the less. Sure enough,
a body is discovered, and the evidence all points to the kid. It looks like it’s all over, but ait… I don’t hear any fat ladies singing yet. A singing wall, maybe. But no fat ladies.