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THE CASE OF THE DUTCH DOLL and THE CURIOUS COP ADVENTURES OF THE FALCON
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THE ADVENTURES OF THE FALCON This hard boiled spy drama began as an RKO Radio Pictures theatrical serial in the 1940s, went on radio in 1943, and then came to TV around ten years later in a Syndicated series produced for distribution by NBC...
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Ed Hurley
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It is late Sunday evening in New York. The kind of night where only Noah would feel at home. But Harry Roberts, the stocky gentleman in a wet overcoat, is no biblical character. Harry is Dutch Stevens, chief lieutenant. And right now he's on a mission for his boss. He fires the door of a nearby telegraph office, finding it locked, begins banging on the glass. Hey you, open up. Come on, open up. What's the matter, you deaf? Just a second. Well, about time. I could float away out there. Boy, I want to send a couple of wires. Sorry mister, we're closed for the night. We'll open up again. Now, one telegraph. You don't understand. It's a company rule. Well, change it. Hey, who do you think you are? Just a guy with a gun. Oh. Now, do we send those telegrams? Sure, sure. That's a good boy. Now, the same wire goes to three guys. Write down their names. George Hendricks, Hotel Fortunata, Chicago. Bill Reinbeck, Daffodil Club, Reno, Nevada. And Christopher Landis. That's L, O, N, D, O, S. Hemsley Building, Los Angeles. Got that? Yeah. Must see you June 29th at my place. Must see you June 29th at my Place. New York, New York. Anything else? No, that's all. Just sign a Dutch Stevens. Dutch Stevens. Now, can you add a PS to the one going to London's? You mean you want to continue the message to him? Yeah. Bright, make it read this is it, and sign it. Harry. Just those three words. Don't worry, Buster. Mr. Londis is a smart boy. He'll catch on. Now start pounding that out. Mr. Christopher Londis Hemmersley building it. Well, now, a few gentlemen will give me your attention for a moment. I'd like to explain the purpose of this meeting. You're probably wondering why I called it. Now that you mention it, we are. Well, I've been doing a little thinking lately, Londus, and I've come to the conclusion it's pretty ridiculous for you, Hendrix, Reinbeck and myself to be constantly at each other's throats. Well, so what I propose, there's a combine. What's wrong with the agreement we've got now, Dutch? Nothing, except nobody's abided by it. You, Londus, have been running joints in my territory. Now, look here, Steven. Don't bother denying it. Chris. I caught four of your hoods in New York last week. And don't tell me they came to see the Empire State Building. What's the matter? Didn't you try to open a club in Los Angeles? Sure, I did. And what did it cost you to close it? Enough. That's exactly my point. Why spend time and money fighting each other? With one organization, we could cut down on overhead. I'm willing to bet now you'll increase your take at least 50%. And who is going to be head of this organization? I am. That's what I figure. And what's going to prevent you from, say, someday deciding you don't need Landers and freeze him out? Don't talk like a kid, Landis. I think I've got a very important point there. I don't know what you're saying. No, I think the rest of these boys are willing to go along. Am I right, gentlemen? Make up your mind, Blandis. I think maybe I try it alone for a while. You're making a serious mistake. Could be. But you got to prove it to me first. All right, Landis. And I don't imagine that it'll be quite as difficult as you think. There he comes now. Jerry, open the door. Hello, Harry. Hi, Alanis. Get away from here fast. All right, Jerry, Suppose you drive around the park. No, no. Tell him to head out to our foot. Relax, Harry. Everything's going to be okay. Not too sure, Linus. Dutch is plenty sore. My, my, my. He make any plans for me? Yeah, sending eight men out to the coast tomorrow. You know their names? Yeah, I got them all written down here. Steve Donahue, Albert Sabre. This is fine stuff, Harry. How'd they go? They fly. Taking the five o' clock plane. I see they get nice reception. Tell him to watch out for Donahue. He's one of Dutch's best. Jerry, when we get back to the hotel, remind me to make a couple of calls. Listen, Landis, before you start the rough stuff, I still think he'd make a deal with Dutch. No use, Harry. We already tried. Well, let me try once more. If I can work on him the right way. Okay, Harry, you work on him. But just the same, I think I gonna make those calls. Is that you, Harry? Yeah, yeah. You. You busy, Dutch? No, no. Come on in. What's on your mind? Well, look, Dutch, I. I don't know how to say this. You don't know how to say what? Well, I've been with you for a long time. 15 years, isn't it? Yeah. Never once did I open my yap and give advice when it wasn't asked for. But obviously now you'd like to break a precedent, huh? I think you're making a big mistake in the way you're handling Londis. What would you suggest I do? Give him a separate deal. Why? Is he entitled to more than the others? Because he's a lot smarter. You're gonna have trouble with him, Dutch. I doubt it. Look, boss, I. I happen to know he'd take 10% extra. How do you happen to know that? Well, one of his boys approached me. I thought I told you to stay away from me. I couldn't help myself, Dutch. They dropped in at the Hawk Club last night. Make sure it doesn't happen again. See who that is, James. All right, hold your horses. I'm Coming. Hello? Harry Kinsella? Yeah, it's me, pal. When did you get out? This morning. Where's Dutch? Who is it, Harry? It's only me, Dutch. What are you doing here? Gonzela, I want to thank you. For what? Didn't you spring me? No. Oh, quit kidding, Dutch. Who else would go to bat for me with the parole board? I wish I knew. That's funny. I thought for sure you. Well, what difference does it make? It's good to see you, Dutch. It's been a long time. Not long enough. I don't know what ideas you had. Well, when I went to stir, you were supposed to look after things. And I did cancel her very capably too, if I say so myself. If you think you're coming back to get on my gravy train, you got another guest coming. Oh, that's the way the wind blows. That's the way it blows. You got anything to say, Harry? He's the boss, Kinsella. I can see that. Mr. Big Shot in person. I think we two are probably the only ones left who remember how he got his nickname. Never mind the reminiscing. Yeah, I guess it's a song of old age. Okay, Dutch. Take care of yourself. Hello, Harry. Go along. What's the matter, Harry? You look worried. I am. You don't think it's an accident the Gonsella showed up at this time, don't you? No. Tell you, Dutch, I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. What you like, Harry, isn't too important. You could avoid all the trouble if you only made a deal with Landis. I told you I didn't want to discuss it first. Ah, for Pete's sake, don't be so pigheaded. You know it's possible for you to be wrong. Okay. Sorry I lost my temper, Harry. That's all right, Boris. Forget it. After all, a big man like you is entitled to lose his head once in a while. Hello? Western Union calling. Is this the home of Mr. Dutch Stevens? Yes. I have the cable for Mr. Stevens. Is he there? This is Mr. Stevens speaking. Oh, it's from London, Mr. Stevens. The message reads, dear Father can't wait to see you. Taking clipper tomorrow morning. Arriving New York Friday, love Beatrice. Did you say Friday? Yes, sir. Thank you very much. Harry. Harry. Yeah? You want me? Yes. Beatrice is coming home. What? She'll be here day after tomorrow. You can't let her do that. What's the matter with you, Harry? You don't seem to realize I haven't Seen my daughter in 10 years. Well, then it won't hurt to wait another one. All we need now is a dame around here to complicate things, if you ask me. Well, go on. Wait a minute. You see what I did? Where Winda. Well, you're imagining things, Harry. No. Get down, boy. Dutch. Dutch. Yes? They told me I could find Michael Wearing here. I don't know who they are, but they told you right. Are you the one they call the Falcon when they can't think of anything worse. What's your name? Beatrice Stevens. Come in. Thank you. Sit down. If you don't mind, I'd rather stand. All right, suit yourself. Now, what can I do for you, Ms. Stevens? I don't know if you can do anything. Well, I certainly can't if I don't know the problem. Well, to begin with, Dutch Stevens was my father. And what is that supposed to mean? Just you believe those stories too. What do you mean by those stories? That he was a common gangster, wasn't he? No. It's a lie. You mean there was nothing common about him? My father was a great man, Mr. Waring. Those stories were spread by his enemies. Daddy never harmed a soul in his life. It's too bad Capone isn't around to hear that. He would have enjoyed it. I won't have you talk that way about my father. Look, Ms. Stevens, I know the Bible says honor thy parents, but believe me, they never had a guy like Dutch Stevens in mind. You're lying. Why do you think he was killed? I don't know, but it must be part of some gigantic conspiracy. Hey, wait a minute. You actually believe that, don't you? Of course. You never read about Dutch Stevens exploits? No. Where have you been all these years? In England at Bedford School. Oh, pretty fancy. Yes. Know it? Only by reputation. When was the last time you saw your father? Ten years ago. You know anybody in town? No. Then how did you get my name? I asked a police officer to recommend a good private detective. Oh. And just what do you expect this detective to do for you? Find my father's murderer. That's a job for the police. You've got to help me, Mr. Waring. I don't know how I'm going to reimburse you, but I'll manage somehow. Are you kidding? I'll get a job. Daughter of that Stevens. Working? What happened to all his money? What money? Look, your old man was loaded, Beatrice. Rumor has it that in the last two years alone he managed to put away a couple of million. Now where is it? I Have no idea. Well, it's his only child. You're entitled to it. Aren't you interested? No. Well, it interests me. Then you'll find out who killed my father. Let's put it this way, angel. I'll try and find out what happened to his money. And if incidentally I can turn up his murderer. That's so much velvet. It's lighter body. It's super fine. It's craft salad oil. The first salad oil ever offered for your home use by the makers of those wonderful Kraft salad dressing products. The first time you use Kraft Salad oil in one of your own homemade salad dressings or in one of those big beautiful chiffon cakes you make or in any recipe that calls for liquid shortening, you'll know you've found a treasure. For Kraft Salad oil is more than just a new salad oil. It's a new kind of salad oil. A lighter bodied salad oil that blends perfectly with other ingredients. That's because craft salad oil is super fined salad oil. Yes, super fined by a special process created by Kraft. Because it's super fined, it's lighter bodied. Because it's lighter bodied, it blends new magic into your salad dressing, baking and cooking masterpieces. So don't wait to try this new Kraft salad oil. Remember, it's lighter bodied. It's super fine. Get craft sand tomorrow at your groceries. Look for the bottles with the beautiful label. Now back to the Adventures of the falcon. 24 hours have passed since Mike Waring was hired by Dutch Steven's daughter Beatrice to discover her father's killer. And now we find the Falcon making the grand tour. And his first port of call is a small bar on 86. Well, well, if it isn't Jack Kinsella. Wary. When did you get out? A couple of days ago. You know, by rights I ought to talk to you. Waring. Why did you refuse to help me when they framed me on that smuggling rack? Well, in the first place I wasn't asked. Didn't Dutch Stevens try to hire you? Was he supposed to? Why that dirty rotten liar done no good. Now don't stop on my account, kinsel. I'm over 21. The friend Dutch gave you a double cross, huh? What do you think? I think if he did, he paid for it. Meaning you believe I gunned him? The cops will decide that. You're barking up the wrong tree. Well, look Kinsella, you don't have to explain to me. I'm just interested in one thing. Would you know where I could locate Harry Roberts? Why? Because I'M working for Dutch Stevens daughter. Beatrice. Yeah, you know her? I heard Dutch mention her once or twice. She's a young lady of property. Kinsella. Only we can't seem to locate the property. What's that got to do with Harry? Oh, I thought that being Dutch's closest friend he might be the custodian. I wouldn't know. Any more questions? Yeah, just one. How did you get out? What do you mean? Well, as I recall that Your sentence was 10 to 20. You didn't serve anywhere near that. I got friends. Well, lucky you. Who was it? Harry Roberts. What makes you think it was Harry? Just a hunch. Suppose Harry planned on having Dutch knocked off Risdo. He might want you on the scene to take the rap. You're crazy as they come, Mike. Well who got you paroled? I told you I got friends. Okay. Kinsella boy like you couldn't possibly have more than one. So it shouldn't be any great problem to run him down. Homicide. Sergeant Corbett. Hello Corbett, this is Mike Waring. Hi Mike. I understand you're on the Stevens case. Yeah, that's right. And look Corbett, I'm trying to find out if it was Harry Roberts who put up the bail for Jack Kinsella. Why don't you ask me? Okay, I'm asking. Kinsella apparently didn't know anything about it. From what I understand it was put up by a fellow who's here from the coast. A guy named Christopher. Yeah. Mr. London? That's right. My name is Mike Waring. Waring? I'm a private detective. Oh, the Falcon. Come in. I've appointed myself a committee of one to welcome you to New York and to thank you for all you've done for us here by giving us back Jack in cellar. You're a very funny boy. Wearing. Well, I don't think Bob Hope has anything to worry about. What's on your mind? Edge Had a little trouble with Dutch Stevens. Who didn't? Well, after I learned you secured the parole for Kinsella, I got to wondering what your motive might be. And you decided that you knew Dutch Stevens double crossed him and you hoped he'd make Dutch regret it. You Talk Very interesting, Mr. Waring. Let me hear more. You said I figure Kinsella is going to take care of Dutch Stevens for me. Did I say that? Yeah. And he's only one trouble. How do I know the Dutch double crossed Kinsella? Well that's the simplest thing in the world. Harry Roberts told you. What did you say? Careful friend. It's A new suit. Listen, Waring, what are you looking for? Harry Roberts. Why? I think he may know what happened to Dutch Stevens. Money. I'm working for Dutch's daughter. That's not a good enough reason, Wearing. Take my advice. Stop looking. You've made absolutely no progress at all, Mr. Waring. What do you call progress, Beatrice? And you haven't discovered who killed my father. Well, I told you, angel, I wasn't looking for his murderer. That's a job for the police. But what have they accomplished? Give them time. They do all right. All I want to do is look after your interests. That means getting you a bundle of cash. I told you I wasn't interested in money. Well, you'll find it's a mighty comforting thing to have around in your old age. Now, as I see it, your old man was the kind who always tied up his dough in cash. And he must have socked it away someplace. That should be comparatively simple to check, shouldn't it? No, just the opposite. The only party who probably knows the complete details is Harry Roberts. Uncle Harry? Oh, you remember him? Oh, very well. As a matter of fact, I heard from him about an hour ago. What? Yes. Well, in heaven's name, why didn't you mention it before? He didn't ask me. Well, I guess that's a good enough reason. Where do you say he was? Is there such a place as the Kendrick? There's a Mandrake Hotel in Madison Avenue. Yes, that's the worm, all right. What are we waiting for? Come on. I'll call a cab. Don't bother, Wearing. I got a car. Mr. Waring. All right, all right. Nothing to be frightened of. Beatrice, this is Jack Kinsella. He's a former fraternity brother of your father's. You're a very comical fella. Didn't your new boss warn you? My new boss? Yeah. Chris Londos. What makes you think I'm working for him? Well, aren't you? No. And, oh, sister, where do you think you're going? I thought I. Sure, but wait till Mr. Wearing and I leave. Oh, I'm not leaving. Can tell I like it here. I don't blame you. But just the same, you and I are going to catch a little air. I guess you want me to catch it right through the middle, huh? That's the general idea. Well, in that case, why, you know. Look out, Mr. Wearing. You want to play rough, huh? Take it easy, Mike. Who are you? Sergeant Corbett. Oh, naturally. What am I doing in a hospital? Never mind. Remember now, you're a lucky boy. If your head felt like mine does, you wouldn't think so. At that, you shouldn't complain. If it hadn't been for Ms. Stevens screaming, Kinsella might have killed you. Did you pick him up? Yeah, it was no trouble at all. Look, you want to hold on to him, Sergeant, I think you've got Dutch Stevens killer there. Why? What other reason would he have for coming after me? He claims he thought you were trying to pin it on him. I'm not trying to pin it on anybody. All I want is to find Harry Roberts. Oh, I can tell you that. You can? Where is Harry? In the morgue. What? In the morgue, Mike. And with three slugs in his brain, I don't think he's in the mood to do much talking. Don't tell me. Yeah, I'm back again, Londo. Only this time I brought along my gang. This is Sergeant Corbett. Glad to know you, Corbett. How fat you've been listening to Waring. You can't believe everything he tells you. I don't know. He's a pretty convincing talker. Yeah, he would make a good salesman. Wait till you hear the idea. I've sold him. I'm waiting. Mike thinks you killed Harry Roberts. Why should I? To cover up the murder of Dutch Stevens. You've got it all figured out, haven't you? Sure. You were working with Harry all along. And when you felt we were getting warm, you decided to get rid of them. I'm afraid you're going to have to start all over again because I got a one alibi. What do you call a one at a quarter to two? I was having a little interview with the district Attorney. How did you know when Harry died? Been on the radio, right, Sergeant? Yeah. There's some sort of a swindle going on here. I bet if you check with the da, it won't take a minute. Your call, please. Get me the District Attorney's office. Suppose you make that call downstairs. What are you worried about, Landis? I'll give you a dime. Listen, Sergeant, how can I if you keep talking? DA's office, Clayton speaking. Hello, Clayton. Sergeant Corbett. Oh, what's on your mind, Sergeant? Did the DA have Chris Landis on the carpet today at 1:45? No. VA hasn't been in all day. You're sure about that, Clayton? Positive. Though if Lundis claims he spoke to him at 1:45, he's lying. He was here talking to me. Tomorrow at your grocer's, remember to pick up a pint or quart bottle of wonderful new craft Salad oil. The first salad oil ever offered for your home use by the makers of all those other wonderful craft salad dressing products. Buy this new salad oil in your homemade salad dressings, your baking, your cooking. It's lighter bodied because it's super fine. Look for the bottles with the beautiful label. Get craft salad oil. Now back to the Adventures of the Falcon. An hour has passed since Mike discovered that Chris Landos had a perfect alibi for the time of Harry Roberts murder. And now, as we find Mike, he's about to break the unhappy news to his client. Just a second. Hello, Beatrice. Mr. Waring. I thought you were in the hospital. Well, I didn't like the service. You hear about Harry Roberts? Yes. Who did it? I voted for Lando's. Well, they tossed out my ballot. He's got what the pulp writers call an ironclad alibi. Couldn't one of his men have done it? Well, I never thought of that. Still, I didn't see anyone in this suite in the hotel. They might be staying somewhere else. Yes, you're right, angel. But there's a more immediate problem. What? Oh, I think that's from me alone. Yes, Mrs. Waring. On. Okay, thanks. What were you saying, Mr. Waring? Oh, I was wondering what I was going to do about you. I've let you down pretty badly. Not at all. Yes, I have. First of all, with Harry dead, we're never going to find out what happened to Duchess Banquo. That's not your fault. Well, I should have known Harry was living on borrowed time. How could you possibly. Because the same party who killed Dutch had to kill Harry too. You mean for his own protection? No, I mean for her own protection. I think that calls for an explanation, don't you? I don't see why. Beatrice. I was under the impression the statement was perfectly clear. Since there's only one woman in this case, naturally it could only mean you. Where do you want me to drop you, Mike? Oh, anywhere along here. I'll be all right. I don't have to tell you how surprised I was when I got your call to pick up Duck's daughter. I got another surprise for you. He wasn't his real daughter. What? Sure. That's what put me on the right track. I don't get it. Well, I had two prime suspects in this case. One, Harry Roberts. And when Harry was murdered, obviously that ruled him out. That must have made him feel good. Number two was Chris Lando and he had a perfect alibi. That's right. So I had to start looking again. And all Of a sudden, it occurred to me there was one wrong note in this opera. Pieter. She came to me with a story that she didn't know how she was going to pay me for my services because she thought her father was broke. Didn't make sense. Why not? Well, according to her own story, she spent the last 10 years in a fancy boarding school in England. The money for her tuition had to come from somewhere. She overplayed her hand. Once I hit on that, the rest was easy. So I checked Scotland Yard. And now you learned the real Beatrice Stevens was still in London. Yeah. This guy was just trying to pick up a fast million by posing as Duck Stevens daughter. Hey, how about that? About what? All that filthy lucre being buried somewhere. Think it'll ever turn up? I doubt it. You know, man could do a lot with that kind of money. Why don't you try to find it, Mike? Oh, I'm the practical type, Corbett. If I'm going to spend my time looking, I'd sooner hunt for something more interesting. What's more interesting than money? Women. So let me off at the next block and I'll start my search there. Ever find yourself at a loss when you need a hot main dish in a hurry? Well, don't let that happen to you. Always keep a package or two of Kraft Dinner on your pantry shelf because with Kraft Dinner you can make delicious macaroni and cheese in just seven minutes cooking time. Tender, fluffy macaroni with perfect cheese flavor all through it. You see, every package of Kraft Dinner gives you a special quick cooking macaroni and just the right amount of Kraft grated to sprinkle in for wonderful cheese flavor. And and craft dinner can be your answer to today's high prices because every package makes four servings at a cost of just a few pennies each. Tomorrow, get a package or two of handy delicious craft dinner. The Case of the Curious co The Case of the Curious Cop. That's the title of next week's Adventure of the Falcon, when Mike Waring learns that for some special problem, a policeman has a cult special answer. So be sure to listen at this same time next week to another exciting Adventure of the Falcon, brought to you by the Kraft Food Company. The Adventures of the Falcon are based on the famous character created by Drexel Drake, produced by Bernard L. Shubert, written today by Eugene Wang and directed by Richard Lewis. Music was by Arlo. Les Damon was starred as the Falcon with Ken lynch as Sergeant Corbin. Be sure to hear the great gilded sleeve next Wednesday evening over most of these stations the next Wednesday's broadcast, Gildy comes face to face with a hilarious problem and solves it in a way that will keep you laughing for days. Remember the show, the time and the place. A great gilded sleeve next Wednesday evening over most of these stations. Check your local newspaper for time of broadcast. This is Ed Hurley. He's speaking for the Craft Food Company. Rosalind Russell and Melvin Douglas both star on theater Gale tonight on NBC. Hello? Yes, this is the Falkland speaking. Oh, Norma, I'm glad you called. Now you'll have to include me out tonight, angel. I'm all jammed up. There's a party around who's been shown how to parlay a 2 bit pocket knife into a killing. So naturally he's going to make a stab at it. This is Ed Hurley. He friends inviting you on behalf of the Kraft Foods Company to listen to the Adventures of the Falcon starring Les Damon. You met the Falcon first in his best selling novels. Then you saw him in his thrilling motion picture series. Now join him on the air when the Falcon solves the case of the curious cop. In just a moment, another thrilling adventure of the Falcon. But first, a word about an adventure you can have any day in the week, right in your own kitchen. For several weeks now we've been telling you on this program about Kraft Salad Oil. The wonderful new salad oil created by Kraft that's lighter bodied because it's super fine. Now here's a suggestion. Tomorrow go to your grocer's and get a pint or quart bottle of Kraft Salad Oil. Look up your favorite recipe for homemade salad dressing, chiffon cake or anything else that requires liquid shortening. Then that night, tomorrow night at dinner, surprise your family with an old favorite. Made this lighter bodied, super fine salad oil way you'll know the difference and so will the family. Get Kraft Salad Oil. And now, the case of the Curious Cop. It's late Sunday evening in New York and Hunter's famed gambling club on East 84th is closed for the night. But that doesn't seem to deter plain clothesman Jack Craven or his partner, Frank Walsh from their decision to look in on Mr. Hunter. Ask me, Craven, we're wasting our time. You think so, Frank? Sure. Hunter's probably gone. What about that light we saw from the outside? Must have forgotten to turn it off. No, not Mr. Hunter. He watches his pennies. Five will get you ten he's still here. Counting the take. Where was the light coming from? This room here, I think. Yeah? Then this must be the office. Want me to go in with you? No. You wait out here. If you hear any commotion, get back to the car, understand? Right. My name Brock. If you get to. Just a second. You're not Brock? No, my name is Craven. Mr. Hunter. What are you doing here? Ever see one of these before? It's a badge, isn't it? Also known as a buzzer or a potsy. So? So I don't like people running gambling houses on my beat. I see. Especially without consulting me. And suppose I did consult you? Well, that might be different. Now, if you were to consult me, say once a week with 500 bucks, you'd have no objections at all? No. Live and let live is my motto. $500. A lot of money, Mr. Craven. Well, I can be a lot of trouble, Mr. Hunter. Suppose I had you reported to the commissioner? You'd be wasting your time. They've been trying to get rid of me for years. But they never could get anybody to testify against me. Maybe I'd be willing to. Are you kidding? You don't like publicity any more in your racket than I do in mine. You better give in, Hunter. I can make an awful nuisance of myself. I can see that. All right, Craven. Don't move. Now, what do you think you're going to do with that guy? Something the police commissioner couldn't do. I'm going to get rid of you, Craven. Now listen, Hunter, if you don't put away that rod, I'll break you in two. There you are, Craven. I mean that. You super. Get me another bottle, Hazel. This one's gone, but thank you, Pete. Say, can't a man get anything in his own home without a million arguments? Now, get it. All right. Oh, wait. Wait a minute. Answer that first. If it's Sergeant Corbett, tell him I'm still sick and the doctor says I can't see anybody. Hello, Mrs. Walsh? That's right. This is Sergeant Corbett again. Oh, how are you, Sergeant? Can't complain. How's Frank? Just the same. Can I talk to him? I'm afraid not. He's asleep. Okay. Tell him I called, will you? I certainly will, Sergeant. Well, I think he's suspicious. Oh, Eddie can't prove anything. What's all this about, Frank? What's what all about? Why are you avoiding Corbett? Ever since the night Craven disappeared? I told you I didn't want to talk about that. But you were with him. I was not. Craven got out of a car to see somebody. He left me on election and an 84th. I never saw him after that. Then why do they suspend you from the force? Because They're a bunch of thick headed jerks. Frank, you're not telling the truth, are you? Calling me a liar? All right, Hazel. So you want to know what happened to Craven, do you? Well, I'll tell you. He was murdered. No. Yes. Now do you feel better? Who did it? I have no idea. Then how do you know he was murdered? I'm psychic. Frank, you've got to tell Sergeant Corbin. You're nuts. If you don't, they'll drop you from the force. Who cares? I do. What'll we live on? Don't you worry about that, Hazel. From now on it's easy street. And you do know who killed Craven. That's right. I bet this party will appreciate me keeping my mouth shut. We're not thinking of blackmail, huh? What am I thinking of, baby? Where's my coat? No, I won't let you go. Get your hands off me. Hazel. No thanks. I said get your hats off. Stop prank. You choking me? Yes. I hate to break in on you like this, Mr. Hunter, but there's a party outside waiting to see. I'm busy, Brock. Yes, I know, but I suggest you clear a little time for this boy. I would if I were in your position. But then you're not my position, Brock. It's true. Just the same, you ought to see him. His name is Frank Walsh. He's a cop. So? So he was Jack Craven's sidekick. Craven? The dick who disappeared so mysteriously. Oh, of course. Will you see him? What have I got to lose? Hey, Walsh. Yeah? Come in here. Sit down. Mr. Walsh, my name is Hunter. Never mind the introduction, Hunter. I know all about you. Not all. I trust all. When can I talk to you? What do you call what you're doing now? I mean alone. Would you be a good fellow, Brad? Why not? Nice knowing you want they're like for us. Now, what was it you had on your mind, Mr. Walsh? Last Saturday after you closed, you had a visitor up here. Did I? Yeah, a dick named Jack Craven. And you think I know something about his disappearance? I think you know everything about it. You see, I was outside when Craven went in to shake you down. A few minutes afterward I heard a shot so I beat it to the car. But 20 minutes later I saw you coming out of here alone. So you put two and two together and got four. You killed him, Hunter. I don't know what you did with his body. Then you might as well stop there, Mr. Walsh. Didn't you ever learn that to substantiate a charge of murder there must be what the Pulp writer writers call a corpus delicta. Now, look, Hunter, you're not brushing me off like this. We can settle this easily enough. I'm no pig like some guys. Give me 20 grand and you'll never hear from me again. I think it would be only fair to warn you, Mr. Walsh, that I have a distinct aversion to being blackmailed. Well, you better kick through. Because if it's the last thing I do, I'll find Craven's body. I wish you luck. And if you experience too much difficulty, perhaps I can arrange to have you join him. Good day. What's the matter, Sergeant? You look worried. I am, Mike. Still thinking about that Craven mess? Yeah. That cheap, rotten grafter. Well, if you ask me, you've heard the last of that cookie. I wouldn't be surprised if you were right. You think he's dead? I don't know. Maybe he skipped. Who knows? It's funny about Frank Walsh having a nervous breakdown so soon afterwards. Very funny. Turn right at the next corner. Where do you want to go? Over to see Frank Walsh. He lives a couple of blocks down. Didn't his wife tell you he's sick? Well, doctor's orders are not. I'm going to have talk with that guy. Hey, hold it. Mike, Stop the car. What's the matter? Thought I saw something in the gutter. Back up. No, I guess I was. Sergeant. Yeah? Turn on your spotlight. That's a drunk. Wouldn't you know it? Okay, let's get him. Can't leave him laying there. All right, mister. What do you think you're doing? Come on. On your feet, buster. Give me a hand with him, Mike. There we go. Drunk. Look at your hand. Holy. He's been sh. Yes? I'm looking for Michael Waring. The Falcon. Well, you made it. What? But I bet it was pretty difficult. What do you mean? You couldn't do much looking through that veil. Come on in. Thanks. Just make yourself. What's the trouble? Well, I was going to ask you to make yourself comfortable. But somehow I've got a feeling you don't quite trust me. I don't trust you? Why else would you carry a gun in your purse? What are you talking about? Don't tell me it's a compact angel. Because nothing Elizabeth Arden ever turned out was shaped like that. Is that the gun that killed Frank Walsh? Killed Walsh? Yeah, your husband. You're crazy, aren't you Hazel Walsh? No. Lift your veil. Well, who told you who I was? It doesn't take an Einstein to figure that out. The police are Looking for Hazel Walsh in connection to her husband's murder. So when a heavily veiled woman carrying a heater walks in on a private detective 12 hours later, chances are she didn't come to consult him for pleasure. I didn't kill Frank, Mr. Waring. I was with Sergeant Corbett when we found him. He named you as his killer. I didn't do it. You had a motive. If you mean his insurance policy, I'm not talking about money. According to Corbett, Frank's favorite indoor sport was bouncing you around. That's not true. Be easy enough to prove. Look, Mr. Waring, I swear I didn't kill Frank. You've got nothing to hide. Who are you calling? Sergeant Corbett. We're going over and have a talk with him. Put down that phone. Now. Look, Mrs. Ward. Put it down. You want me to work for you? No thanks. I've just changed my mind. 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And why did she bop you when you were going to call me? Well, because she was panicking. That still doesn't explain why Frank named her as his killer. He didn't really. He said something about 20 grand. Maybe he wanted to leave a message for it. About 20 grand? Why not? Suppose he was trying to tell us something. You're crazy. Look, Sergeant Walsh was a grafter. I don't like that kind of talk. I don't blame you. But you got to face the facts. There are always a couple of rotten apples in every barrel. How many times have you had Frank Walsh and Jack Craven on the carpet? You just couldn't make a stick, that's all. Go on. Now, my guess is that Walsh tried to shake down Hunter. Pay off from Hunter just to let him keep running his joint. He wouldn't. Quiet. What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Walsh must have known who murdered Jack Craven. Well, he went there last night for payoff. Got it. Well, assuming you're right, now all we have to do is find the one party in New York he tried it on. Well, that shouldn't be so hard, Corbett. There was Walter and Cravens beat the east side from 76 to 85th. Nine blocks. All right, who's operating a new joint in that district? What makes you think this is a new operator? Human nature. Once a man allows himself to be shaken down, the odds are he'll go on that way without squad walking. So my guess would be that Craven got his when he tried his graft on a new customer. You know, Mike, sometimes I think you've got the makings of a pretty good detective. Well, thank you. And when did Craven disappear? Four days ago. Okay, then we can narrow it down even finer. Craven would probably give this boy a chance to operate a week or two so he'd have some idea what to charge. Now, who do you know that opened the joint around the middle of March? Well, I heard rumors a guy named Hunter opened a club around the 14th. But every time a raiding party gets near the place, they fold up their tables and run. Okay, let's see. Come on, Mike. Get away from that wheel. Let me tell you about my assistance. I'll go some other time. See any sign of. Where is it? I think you still are. That room down the hall. Want me to flash my badge? No, let's keep this unofficial for the moment. We can close up the joint tomorrow. You better murder to worry about. Come in. Hello, Brock. Well, well, the Falcon, isn't it? Are we interrupting anything? Nothing that can't wait. Oh, who's your friend? Mike? Sorry. Mr. Brock, Mr. Corbett. Hi. Glad to know. Well, what can I do for you gentlemen? We'd like to see Hunter. And what for? I just want to congratulate him on the establishment he's got here. I'll tell him when I see him. Could you arrange for us to do that? I'm afraid not. Hunter's out of town. Any idea where? No, I think he said he might take a little run down to Mexico. When was this? About a week ago. Funny, I would have sworn I saw him in the street Friday night. You're imagining things. It must be. Of course, if he's been gone a week, he wouldn't know anything about Walsh and Craven, huh? Walsh and Craven. Those two cops who ran into bad luck. Oh, Seems to me I read something about that. Of course, that's all you'd know about it, huh? Of course. Well, thanks a lot, Brock. Happy seeing you. Yes, do that. Coming over, huh? Oh, sure, sure. So long, Brock. Boy, you really handle that brilliantly. Head up, listen my up. And cover me in case anyone comes. You know, it's not polite to peek at keyholes. I know, but it can be awfully informative. What's he doing? Making a phone call. Who's he calling? Well, if you keep quiet, I'll find out. Hello? Is that you, Mr. Hunter? This is Brock. No, business is all right, but some of the customers could be better. You know who was just asking for you? Waring? Yes, that's right. Mike Waring, the Falcon. And there was a cop with him. Of course. I'm not making a mistake. You asked me. Wait a minute. Can we just walk in? It's all right, Brock. It's only us. Told you we'd be back. Oh, now you went and hung up on Mr. Hunter. That's not nice, Brock. He's gonna be awfully hurt. What do you want, Waring? Well, I think you owe Mr. Hunter an apology. And what would be nicer than if we all went over together while you paid? All right, Brock. What floor does Hunter live on? 4. But you won't find him There. That's right, Mike. We forgot Hunter down in Mexico. Okay, be smart. But I tell you, I wasn't speaking to him. Cut it out, Brock. We heard you as plain as could be. You're wrong. I was talking to a girlfriend of mine whose name, by an odd coincidence, was Mr. Hunter. Okay, what do we go now? It's apartment 4C. That should be it. Sure enough. Walter Hunter. All right, Sergeant, where are your keys? Suppose he's inside? No, not a chance. Must have skipped after Brock here warned him. But I don't think he could get too far in those 10 minutes. He got far enough, Mike. Hey, what's the matter with him? Well, if you don't know, Brock, take a good look at his face. That bullet hole ought to be a dead giveaway. Holy smokes. All right, Mike, out of the way. What's the matter? I want to see where Hunter was standing when he got it. Judging by the course of the bullet, he. Well, what do you know. Hey, there's a gun under the chair. Where? The one you're sitting on. Brock. What? Leave it alone. There may be prints. Okay. Isn't that a police special? Yeah, and I'll take even money that it's Frank Walsh's service replacement. His wife was awfully careless, Mike. Now, don't tell me you think. What do you think? I don't know, but at least I'm not going around making wild guesses. How do you know it wasn't suicide? Are you kidding? Well, it could be. Don't talk like a chump. We had nothing on Hunter. Why should he blow his brains out? Well, why should Hazel Walsh do it for him? Maybe she figured that he knocked off her husband. Oh, then you admit she wasn't guilty of that? I admit. Excuse me, gentlemen, but can I get a word in? What do you want, Brock? There's a hunk of paper under Hunter's leg. Oh, never mind, Mike. I'll take care of that. What is it? Give me a chance, will you? To whom it may concern, I killed Jack Craven and Frank Walsh. Huh? I should like my remains to be cremated. Walter Hunter. What do you say now, Sergeant? I say, don't sh me. There's someone at the door. Turn off the lights. There we are, Brock. Okay, pal, what do you want it going? Behave it. I said behave. Turn on the lights, Mike. Thanks. Crummy looking bum. Hey, you know him? Yeah, I wish I didn't. This is Detective Jack Craven. Jack Craven? Yeah, my long lost buddy. Tomorrow when you shop, don't forget about that wonderful new Kraft Salad Oil that's waiting for you at your grocers right now. It's Kraft Salad Oil. 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All right, but there are strangers present. Well, don't mind me, folks. I'm broad minded. You'll keep your mouth shut, Brock, if you know what's good for you. I'll be as quiet as a mouse. All right, Craven. I asked you a question. Let go. Answer me. Why did you kill Hunter? I didn't. Oh. Then why did you come back to his apartment? I didn't come back. That was the first time I was out. Give me that. Can I put my two cents in, Sergeant? Go ahead. You've been gone for almost a week, Craven. Where you been? Los Angeles. Why'd you go there? None of your business. Craven. You answer Waring's questions just as if I was asking them. Why did you go there? I wanted to see my relatives. And you certainly didn't travel in the Super Chief. From the look of it, I see you did most of your riding in a cattle car. What's the matter? Couldn't Hunter afford any better transportation? Hunter had nothing to do with it. Your pal Frank Walsh doesn't support your story. Walsh? Did he stool on me? What do you think? You had a fight with Hunter, didn't you? Yeah, he plugged me over. What? That doesn't matter. He dumped me in a cattle car. When I came to, I was in la. Why didn't you wire us? I had no dough. You could have done it collect. I didn't want to involve the departments. That's understandable. Especially if you wanted to come back to kill Hunter. I Tell you, I didn't kill him. I just got into town tonight. That doesn't prove a thing. Where were you at 10:15? Why? Because according to the coroner's report I just got, that's when Hunter was killed. Listen, son, start that suicide routine again. Mike, if Hunter wrote that note, he would have known darn well he hadn't killed Craven. Here, where were you at 10:15? Craven being chased all over the freight yards by some railroad dicks. What? If you don't believe me, you call the odds and check. And don't think I won't. Just a minute, Sergeant. Does this mean you're writing off Hazel Walsh as a suspect? No. Well, then I'd like you to double the force looking for him. Let me understand you, Mike. You think Craven here is telling the truth? I do. Then Mrs. Walsh is our party. Oh, I didn't say that. I ask you, Brock, ain't it enough to drive a guy bats? Oh, don't ask him. Sergeant, if this thing is driving you crazy, who do you think is responsible? Just what is that supposed to mean? Mean worry. Just what it sounded like. Brock, you killed Walsh and Hunter. I don't know how I can ever repay you, Mike. Oh, forget it, Hazel. I'm only glad it ended the way it did. So it was Brock who killed my husband? Yeah, but he didn't mean to frame you. He thought it would take care of Hunter. But when Frank voted your name to Sergeant Corbett myself, that upset his plans. But why did Brock want to frame his boss? Hunter had a very nice thing in the club and Brock figured he was capable enough to handle it. With Hunter out of the way, I still don't see why he murdered Frank. According to that note, Brock thought that Hunter had killed Craven. Yes, but that didn't do him any good because there was no trace of Craven's body. And a corpus delicti is essential in any frame. That is why it was necessary for him to supply a body that would lead directly to. But Frank never even mentioned the man's name to me. Well, Brock had no way of knowing that. Then when it looked like all his plans were going for naught, he wrote that suicide note and killed Hunter thinking that would tie up all the loose ends. Well, where did Brock give himself away? When Sergeant Corbett and I were at the club, before we went into the office to see Brock, I asked Corbett the time. He said it was a quarter to 11. A few minutes after that, we eavesdropped on Brock talking to Hunter on the phone. What's wrong with that it was a conversation that never could have taken place. According to the autopsy report, Hunter was killed at 10:15. A half hour earlier then that business on the phone was staged by Brock to give himself an alibi. He felt pretty sure that Corbett and I were listening in. So does that answer all your questions? I don't suppose you answer one of mine. Where did you bury yourself so that the entire police force couldn't find you? I stayed with my sister Lenore. Your sister Lenore? Yes. She looked like you. She's much prettier. Well, there's one thing I've learned from this case. Never to believe any testimony based on hearsay evidence. Well, I don't know what I can do to convince you. Oh, that's very easy, angel. Just give me her address and let me see for myself. Folks, let's talk about enjoyment. That's a pleasant subject, isn't it? Specifically, I'd like to say a few words about candy enjoyment. The kind you find in Craft Dairy fresh caramels. Craft caramels are topped and delicious. Good eating. Here's the reason why. 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