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THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS and THE MAN WHO FOUGHT BACK JEFF REGAN, INVESTIGATOR
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EFF REGAN, INVESTIGATOR Jeff Regan, Investigator, was one of countless private detective series that proliferated in the years following WWII. The series initially featured Jack Webb in the title role, who was coming off his work in Pat Novak for...
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I get 10 a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyon. They call me the Lion's Eye. With Jack Webb as Jeff Regan. The Lion's Eye. Stand by for hard boiled action and mystery and thrilling advent. Tonight's story of the Pilgrim's Progress. The Cosmopolitan Building, 7th street near Olive, downtown LA. A mess of granite thrown together by an architect who must have taken his degree on the rock pile of Leavenworth. It's up on the third floor, room 308. Right next to a credit dentist who shares his office with a collection agency. On the other side there's a school for models. And the Lion's got sore eyes trying to see through that cloudy glass. International Detective Bureau. Anthony J. Lyon, President. He's also vice president, secretary, treasurer. I work for him. Well, the office isn't much, but there's enough elbow room for a client to write a check. I went to the office Friday night about 5:20, answering the Lion's call. He was sitting behind the desk, sucking on a quarter cigar. He looked real pleased, like a fat lady locked in a cream puff factory. Man I know had a baby plumber named Broman or Grohman or something like that. Mazel tov. Cancel any arrangements you got for the night. I got something for you to do. Got your car in the lot. Gas it up. You're taking a trip? Where to? Calabasas. A man wants to see you. I got no friends out there. Friend of mine named Hendricks. He counts his money with an adding machine and his finger's always swollen. What's the problem? I don't know, he didn't say. He just called and told me to send out a man. How much did he give you for a retainer? When an important man like Hendricks calls you, don't insult him by asking for money. Oh, stop it, will you? You're the kind of guy who'd steal pennies out of parking meter. That's enough, Regan. If one of them turned up empty, you'd sue the city. Here's the Hendrix address. Now get out there. All right. Regan. Yeah? Remember, do a good job and I'll give you Thanksgiving off. And I'll pay you with what? Cranberries. Well, I headed out Beverly and then up through Hollywood. You know, it's only November, but Santa Claus is breaking out all over the boulevard. I fought my way over Cahuenga Pass and by the time I was dodging station wagons on Ventura, it was dark. Calabasas is a place with a couple of service stations, a hot dog stand and a few road signs full of bucks. The Hendricks place turned out to be about five miles down a road that the Indians built for hauling firewater. I guess they couldn't keep the cork in. But the house itself was strictly Prohibition stuff. Big pile of slate roof and leaded windows. It looked dark and lonesome. I figured somebody had their holidays mixed. Hiya, pilgrim. It was a big fat guy who was holding a six foot gun the shape of a straightened out tuba. He came closer and I could see a. It was a high one with a buckle on it. He was dressed in black and he had buckles all over him. I figured that I'd been eating too much Quaker oats. What's the matter, pilgrim? A little shooting make you nervous? That's a big gun there. Shoots musket balls. Good for Indians. Well, I'm no Indian. Well, I wasn't aiming at you. Well, that gun wouldn't know the difference. It's a blunderbuss. Great weapon. Is it? I show you, you prop it up on a crutch. Fooling with that thing and we'll both need one. Be quieter. Load the barrel with lots of powder. Look, why don't you give that thing back to the museum? More powder. Gotta use lots of this. Black powder. Buster, you need black coffee. Come on, give me that thing before it blows up in your. You broke a window. It's all right. It was only the attic. You live here? Course not, pilgrim. I'm Miles Standish. Well, where's the rest of the party? Oh, inside, talking to John Olden. Yeah, sure, sure. You just think I'm kidding, don't you? Pilgrim, you just haven't got the Mayflower spot. Bear it. No, you drank it all. It's a cider. Nothing better on a cold New England night. Thanksgiving's not for a week. Come on, get off it. Hark. What's the matter? Put that down. I'm not going to shoot him. He's the friendly type. Brother Regan? Yeah. If thou wilt, follow me, please. Now, you too, huh? I beg your pardon. Okay. Okay. Well, so long, pilgrim. Yeah. Keep your Potter dry, Stanley. I'll see you on Premise Rock. Okay. This way, Brother Regan. Now, look, sunshine. You work here? My name is Phelps. Why don't you lock that guy up? I'd be outnumbered, sir. There are 21, pilgrim. Bad winter. They make you wear those corduroy knickers? Knee britches, sir. Was Priscilla's idea. You need a union. Need more shapely legs. Through here. Well, it's quite a place you got that. Looks better without the decorations, sir. Yeah. How do you keep from stepping on these pumpkins? It's only when they use them for bowling that it's difficult. Come on, fill me in. What's this all about? Thanksgiving, sir. 1621. Okay. This room here, sir? Go right in. Okay. Shut the door. Shut it. Mr. Hendricks around? He's not here. Come over. Sit down. Who are you? Priscilla, don't. Please. Don't say another word of that silly rigmarole or I'll start screaming. Well, I could use a little yell myself. I'm Agnes. I'm Mrs. Hendricks. Or Agnes. It doesn't make any difference. Does to my friends. Didn't I say sit down? Yes, you did and I didn't. So you don't like the party, huh? I'm not much of a puritan, Mr. Regan. Well, that Great Dane says the masquerade was your idea. Phelps is stupid. This goes on all weekend, Mr. Regan. It's called a turkey shoot. So that's it. Who gets the bird? The Pilgrim Fathers, my husband's friends. They ought to be shot, every one of them. Yeah, well, I'm not from the SPCA. Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Regan. I. I like you. That's not the point. I won't bore you. Your husband might. Him? He's crazy, Mr. Regan. Crazy as the things he does. Shooting, drinking, spending money, a hard life. I don't know how I stood it for as long as I have. My lawyer says I'm the most patient woman in the world. Yeah, well, thanks for the conversation. Ms. Hendricks, why did my husband send for you? I don't know. Yes, you do. You do know. Tell me. I don't know. Please. You don't realize what kind of a man my husband can be. I never met him. You don't know how much I need help. How lonely I am. Well, where is he? Tell you, if you promise to come back to me. No, I'll write you a letter. He's out in the shed, other side of the patio. Thanks. I wouldn't act this way if I weren't so frightened. You don't know what it is to be frightened all the time. No, but I'm learning. I wish you'd stick around, Mr. Egan. Well, thanks, Ms. Hendricks, but the pin feathers are a little sharp. Ms. Hendricks went back to her worrying and I wound my way through the house looking for the back entrance. My legs got tired before it finally showed. On the other side of the pantry, it poured out into a flagstone padd as big as the Palladium. A walk took me to a shed. It was a two story redwood place that must have made a loud noise on the cash register. And alongside, fenced in with chicken wire, was a whole population of turkeys. Well, I went into the shed. There's a little round faced guy with pink skin was leaning over a barrel of cider. He wore a blue silk smoking jacket with gold initials EH on the pocket. When he caught my footsteps, his head bobbed up and he gave me a deep look like he was trying to see the back of my eyeballs. Yes? I'm Regan, International Detective Bureau. Oh, I've been expecting you. I'm Hendrick. Yeah, I know. Why the fireworks, eh? Oh, Miles Standish and his blunderbuss, eh? Just having fun. It's a party, you know. Big party we're having here. Yeah, well, the neighbors will complain. Ah, neighbors. None for miles around. That's why I like it out here. Have trouble finding me? You ought to put up signs. Signs? Glass of cider, Regan. Carefully. I'm not thirsty. Yeah, that's not what it's for. Strong kind. Oh, go on. Thanksgiving soon. Get in the spirit. No, I can hold out till Thursday. Suit yourself. Excuse me. Yeah? There's gonna be quite a party here. You know, your wife's got a different version. Oh, you spoke to her? Yeah. You were told to come out here to see me. I got sidetracked. It's not good for a man in your position. All right, Hendricks. Why am I here? What'd she say to you? I forgot. Regan, you're making me angry. Now, look, mister, you didn't get me out here to make a Pilgrim out of me. No, no, of course not. Fine woman, Mrs. Hendrix. We've been married for years, you know. Happily. Fine. Fine little woman. Sure, she makes me a little nervous at times. Don't you like the sound of guns going off? She shouldn't get so excited, boys. Just having little fun. It's only once a year. What's wrong with that? Come on now. What's the job? Didn't the lion tell you? He said you would. Oh, well, nothing to be so mysterious about. I've just got a package. I want you to take them. Here it is. A turkey. You got me all the way out here to play escort to that bird. Well, I just want to be friendly. Here. Now, go on, go on, go on. It's a long way back to LA and you want to be there for Thanksgiving. What's the difference? I got the turkey. I can celebrate anytime. 60 miles to do a delivery job on a dead bird. Well, I wandered back to my car and I listened to the crickets and the gunshots try to outdo each other. Then I dumped the turkey into the back seat and I started the car down the drive. I just toned it around the bend when the headlights caught a pair of buckled shoes and black knee britches. Miles Standish was lying face down in the dirt and there was a wet shine on his side. He was breathing hard. Blunderbuss was lying beside him and I figured that he blew out the wrong end. I would have gone for the Hendrix phone and a doctor, but I got a good look at the holes in him and I headed for a hospital instead. The Blunderbuss may have been kicking up a fuss, but the holes in miles Standish were 20th century, about the size of a 32. Well, I turned him over to an emergency hospital. I put a call into the sheriff, I gave the story to Lieutenant Robinson, and then I headed back toward town. At the lion's place, the lights were still on, so I figured he didn't have company. I rapped in the door and he flung it open before the echo could die away. He had a carving knife in one hand and he was wearing an apron. His eyes were big and he had an eager look, like a college couple on Mulholland Drive. Regan, you're back. That takes a big brain. I've been waiting for you. You know, I had a chance to go to a classy party tonight. Russian Caviar and champagne and favors to all the guests. No, I didn't go. You lost your crash suit, huh? I said to myself, is it fair to go out and have a good time while my employee is working real hard for international detective? The answer came out yes. But the party was called off. Well, as a matter of fact, it was. But I wouldn't have gone anyway. Where is it? Where's what? The package from Hendricks. Now, you can change your plans, big shot. You're getting a bundle of trouble instead. What do you mean? Turkeys aren't the only thing they're knocking off out on that ranch. Somebody's handy with a.32 and he's found a target. You've been drinking. Check the county emergency hospital. They'll show you the holes. I send you out on a simple little job and you come back with a crazy story about a shooting. You're out of your mind. Now, listen, you. There's a big smell out in Calabasas. What about my turkey? The sheriff's office are gonna have a lot of questions. You got the answer. I don't know anything. I was miles away. Well, then find out something. Check into the guy who shot. Find out who he is, what he does and what he was doing out at Hendricks. Where you going? Scratch around in the Hendricks closet. They tell different stories about their wedded bliss. Hey, Reagan. Yeah? Where's my turkey? It's too rich for your blood, fatso. Stick to chicken. Well, I left him standing there with his apron hanging out. Miles Standish might get enough wind through that extra hole to say who shot him, but more likely not. Anyway, with the bucket load he had, he would have sworn it was the Last of the Mohicans. But there was an angle of that Hendrix woman, even if it didn't show. So I walked up the street to where my car was nuzzling a lamp post. The turkey and I were just gonna wake up a newspaper. Only something changed my mind. A newspaper. It was wrapped around a bundle, and the bundle was under a guy's arm and the arm was shutting the door of my car. Good evening, Pop. Hi. Going somewhere? Sure, sure. Just find a place to sleep, that's all. Want a cigarette? Say, I don't mind if I do such you as a bull for a minute. You mind if I take two? No, help yourself. My brother smokes two. Not much in the streets these days. It's bad all over. Something ought to be done. No, no, stick around, Pop. No, no, sonny. You give me smokes, I don't hit you for Cash. It's a rule I got. I'll make the touch, Vincent. What's in the newspaper? Russia inside. Funny paper. Yeah, sure. Well, take it easy, boss. The guy's got a right to his privacy. You weren't sleeping in my car. Oh, so that's it yours, huh? Small world, ain't it? Yeah. Come on, let's unwrap. It's Thanksgiving, Mac. Ain't you heard of Thanksgiving? I'm gonna plug my ears. Give. Now, please, Mac, show me the spirit. Once in my life. Both drumsticks. Stop it. You're breaking my mind. I mean it, Mac. Let me have it. I'll break the wishbone for you, sonny. I will. You ain't got no use for all that meat, have you? Oh, you have. What's so long, man? Hey, wait a minute. Hold it. I let go of my arm. That was a pretty dance. But you should have changed your shoes. What's that? You didn't get those buckles in the bread line. Now, come on, change the record. Who are you? That's none of your business. Let go. I said talk. I will not. You're from the Hendricks place, aren't you? You're from the. Thank you, Phelps. That's all right. Got the bird? Sure. Let's go. Yeah. Nighty night, Pilgrim. You are listening to the story of the Pilgrim's Progress. Tonight's adventure with Jeff Regan, investigator. Commissions are still available in the Army Nurse Corps. Graduate registered nurses between the ages of 21 and 45 may qualify for service with this fine organization. If you are interested in joining the Army Nurse Corps and believe you qualify for a commission, apply to the adjutant general, Washington, D.C. and now back to Jeff Regan, investigator and the story of the Pilgrim's Progress. Well, none of it made sense. The lion sent me out to pick up a turkey on the Hendricks ranch in Calabasas. And the Mr. And Mrs. Were having an old fashioned turkey shoot. And all the guests carried blunderbusses and dressed like Pilgrims. Only it wasn't just the turkeys who were acting as targets. One of the Pilgrims ended up with some.32 caliber holes in them. And then the Hendrix lackey and a buddy shoved the gun at me and stole the lion's bird. Well, I picked myself up and I went home. A heavy man was doing a heist job on my icebox. He was pouring himself a glass of milk to wash down a sandwich he was munching on. Hi, Regan. Right ahead. Help yourself. Yeah, yeah, thanks. I didn't know how long I was gonna have to wait. And I was getting hungry. There's a restaurant just up the block. I like it better this way. Homemade. Fix you a sandwich? Pretty good. Deviled ham. Come on, let's close the box and open your mouth, buddy. Why not? We had a date, remember? Robinson, Sheriff's office. That's what I figured. You don't mind me coming in like this, do you? What if I did? I'd leave. Sanctity of the home. You know, you can throw me out even though I got a badge. Let's cut away the fat, mister. What do you want? Answers to a couple of questions. What were you doing at the Hendricks place? Picking up a turkey. Well, it's a new one. Now, look, you ask them, I'll answer them. Never mind the feature page. How long have you known the Hendricks? Never met him before. Wrong answer. What do you mean? We found this out at the Hendricks house. A page torn out of the yellow directory with a red circle around. International Detective. And I didn't say a thing. Maybe yes, maybe no. I'm still scratching around. It'll ruin your manicure. You know, Regan, you don't seem to realize the seriousness of this. That pilgrim you dragged in died. Well, I figured we don't like unsolved murders messing up our record books. Well, then you're wasting your time here. I got lots of it. I don't come up for pension for 12 more years. What was that pilgrim's name he gave me? Miles Standish. Sounds like a fake. Well, don't count on it. I once knew a John Smith. Give me the real name. I don't have it. All right, he's not a tomboy, but we'll track him down. Now straighten out something for me, Regan. How long did you say you knew the Hendricks? Look, I gave this to you once. Nothing's changed. How come we find a $5,000 check in that joker's pocket made out to cash and signed by Hendricks? Go ahead, answer. Just don't make a date. You may not be. Yeah? Mr. Regan, this is Mrs. Hendricks. I. I must see you right away. Who did you say? Mrs. Hendricks. You remember. Charlie. No, no, there's no Charlie here. You must have the wrong number. Sort of annoying, isn't it, Regan, when you get a wrong number late at night? Well, it happens. Sure. Sure, it does happen to me once. Anything else you want? Another deviled ham sandwich. Kitchen's closed. Pretty rotten hospitality. But you weren't asked. Okay, I gotta move anyway. See you later, Regan. Keep the mud off your shoes. G R 3, 4, O 8. Hello, Mrs. Hendricks, this is Regan. I just called you. Well, I couldn't talk. What do you want? Can you come out, Mr. Regan? Right away. You're still lonely. Things aren't going well. Murders like that. I've got to talk to somebody. Won't you please come? Give me a reason. I can tell you some things now I couldn't mention before. Like why your husband wrote a five thousand dollar check to the dead man. Check? There must be some mistake. What do you mean? My husband couldn't write a check that large. He doesn't have any money of his own. It's all in my name. All right. Put a lantern in the window, lady. I'll need some light. Well, I headed out there fast, but when I raised a racket with a brass knocker, nothing happened. I tried a window and a couple of scratches later, I was in the hall. Place looked empty. Like the rose bowl on January 2nd. I found Ms. Hendricks room where I talked to her and stepped inside. The decorations were different. Sheriff's office. Robinson. Mrs. Reagan. I got something for you. It better be good. You're going into overtime. What do you mean? Bring some boys out to the Hendricks place with a wet rag. Somebody blew out Mr. Hendricks fuse. Well, I backed out of the room and I made it for the bar. Trying to turn up a bottle in the corner. Something else turned up instead. Another dead body. The turkey Phelps and his buddy had stolen from me. Somebody real eager had done a carving job on it before it was even cooked. They torn it apart like they were looking for something. It was morning before the sheriff's boys cleaned up the Hendrix mess and we got back to town. Robinson had a few more questions, but I was still short on the answers. Ballistics had one, though. Same gun did the job on both Miles, Standish and Hendricks. That's all. Homicide was getting places in a hurry, like a snail hauling a piano. Well, the lion was waiting for me outside the sheriff's office and he pulled me to the side. His eyes were lit up like a pinball machine and you could tell he'd caught the scent of a green bag. They treat you okay, Regan? Good enough. No rough stuff? Nothing that shows? No, he can wear in luck. I've been turning up things. We've been playing the wrong horse. That figures. You're good at picking losers. Hendrix is a piker, a social climber. He's a dead one. I'll send him flowers, but I'm telling you, he could only Write checks for five GS with a big bounce. Somebody else in this thing can write bigger ones. Well, let me guess who. Mrs. Hendrix, that's who. I tell you, Regan, that pays to keep up your connections. How high can she go? The sky is below sea level. What else you got? Standish is a phony moniker. That's grammar school. Real name, Jeffrey Kelly, age 42. He's a wholesale jeweler. He had a little business with Mrs. H. $250,000 worth. That's gonna run up his taxes. He can handle it. What did he do for her? I drew a blank. But he deposited her a certified check in the bank yesterday morning. Mm. How does Phelps figure? I don't know. Well, who's the little man in the big overcoat? I can't do everything. You gotta do some work too. Yeah, sure. Now, find Mrs. Hendricks. Offer her the services of international detective at our usual nominal rate. But don't underplay it. Now get busy. Where are you going? Home, to bed. A man's gotta get some sleep. Well, the time was ticking out, but the game wasn't over yet. We figured to have a fast finished, and the lion had a pretty good idea about catching some shut eye. So I moved for the office and a stretch out on the couch. But through the glass, I could see there was a light on. Company was inside. Crestview 2045 FAL. No luck. I looked all over. I. I told you, I tore the place apart. Nothing's here. I'm trying my best. Stop harping. Oh, well, it must be someplace else. Okay, okay. Right away. Leave a nickel, buster, huh? Oh, Regan. You looking for something? You pilgrim? What else? Plymouth Rock. Come on, punk level. Coax me. All right, Nick. As you've been crying for this, now flatten out. Well, it felt good to watch the big guy fall. He folded in like a steeple in an earthquake. When his head bounced on the lion's carpet, it figured he was due for a long sleep. So I went through his pockets. Ticket stubs from the prize fights, the gun, and a pocket knife I dumped into the safe. It was a pass to the dons game on November 25th. He must have swiped that from his boss, so I filed that in the lion's desk for future reference. But this guy Phelps had taken orders from somebody besides Hendricks. I just heard him do it on the phone. So when I turned up an old envelope with 8:32 north palm stretched in the back, I crossed my fingers. He'd been calling a Crestview number, and the phone book said that I had a lead. North Palm was in the Crestview exchange area. So I called for the cops to sweep up brother Phelps. And I climbed back onto my broomstick. I drove out through Beverly Hills. I wound up in front of a big Spanish house with potted ten dollar bills on the driveway. There was a new Nash sticking out of the garage, and I walked around to take a look, but Honest John had beat me to it. Who's there now? Stick around. I want to talk to you. Stand back. Stand back. You like cars, don't you? Maybe you want a hot rod. No, you don't. Get away from me. Hey. It was the little turkey fan that I'd last seen in an overcoat. Phelps, buddy. He took out of there like a cow in deer season. So I let him go. No license. Well, I took a look around the car he'd been sniffing, but nothing showed except the registration. It said Mrs. Agnes Hendricks. I went to the house and rang the doorbell, and she answered. Oh, what's you. I've. Mr. Regan. All right, I'll ask myself in. Yes? Come in. Who are you expecting? John Alden? No. I'm glad to see you. You know I don't like girls who break dates. Oh, that. Yeah, that's one thing. I couldn't help it. I couldn't wait for you to come all the way to Calabasas. You got impatient on account of a body in the house. You saw him? Yeah, after I tripped over him in your room. I didn't do it. Did I say you did? You've got to believe me. Relax. I look like a jury. You got multiple visions. Oh, Mr. Regan, I was so frightened. I didn't know which way to turn. We've been through all that. Woman driver, Ro. Like your husband. You wanted to get rid of him, but only in Reno. All right, now let's get Back to page one. You gave 250 GS to a jeweler named Kelly. You bought a rock. What a rock? Plymouth Rock. It's a diamond. It's got to be. Why'd you do it? Who'd you buy it for? Myself. My lawyers said I should get it for myself. That's all. He likes you. Pretty, huh? No, no, it was a community property thing. He said I could keep my husband from knowing how much money I had when he asked for a divorce settlement. Only hubby got wind of the deal? I guess so. You're making sense. Only, why did he write a check to Kelly? Well, it was a small one. It must have been for a paste imitation, don't you think? It's not my business. Keep dealing. I mean, maybe he planned on Switching them and getting my real one. That's been done. But he actually did it. Because all through this, there's been a diamond in the place where I always keep it. All right, you got a strong boy. Phelps had him out looking for the real diamond. What? And the other guy, the old man, was out in the garage? No. Phelps tore up. My office phoned here to you, Mr. Regan. Look, there's been two guys killed, Mr. Regan. Good evening, pilgrim. Where's your overcoat? Stand still, please. Yeah, my foot's in a crack. Mr. Regan, this is. This is John. Oh, can it, will you? I've seen him act one part already. It's true. Mine is the only name that's real. This is my house. Mr. Reagan. Lawyer. Yes, I came here to see him. Mr. Regan, I just got here before you do. Be quiet, Agnes. Well, I got it all now. You won't keep it. Phelps took his orders from you. It's a waste of testimony. You started this. Spotted the gem switch, figured to cash in. You're losing your chips. Shut up, Willie. I got aces. Hendricks out foxed you. You never found the real diamond. Hive in a hand draws blood, Mr. Alden. Don't. You keep out of this, Agnes. She's not in it, you are. That's all, Regan. All right, come on, drop it. Drop it. Go over. I. I guess I hit him with the paste one, huh? Look, the diamond broke. Yeah, it was just luck. I. I have the other one, too. I thought Alden was honest. I came to tell him I found it in my husband's cider. Well, that tears it. Come on, Priscilla. That doc's the May. Well, the whole thing folded in like an elephant on a pogo stick. Yeah, the lawyer did it, all right. Both of them. When he spotted what Hendrix was up to with that diamond switch, he moved in. But not for his client. The jeweler. Miles Standish, alias Kelly, got bumped because he was the only one who could tell the real diamond from a phony. But Hendricks got wise to the muscle act, and so he got shot. Well, the lion was real happy, the way it worked out. That dame with the nerves wrote him a check. So he invited me out to Thanksgiving dinner. He offered me any part of the turkey that I wanted. I told him, but I got it anyway. Jack Webb is featured as Jeff Regan, with Herb Butterfield as Anthony J. Lyon. It's CBS at the same time next week for more hard boiled action and mystery with Jeff Regan, investigator, written by Larry Roman and Jackson Gillis. Produced by Sterling Tracy, Featured in tonight's story were Mary Lansing, Marvin Miller, Paul Freeze and Paul Dubove. Original music for this program is by Milton Charles. Bob Stevenson speaking. 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I get 10 a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lyon. They call me the Lion's Eye. With Jack Webb as Jeff Regan. The Lion's Eye. Stand by for hard boiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the man who fought. There's a street crammed in between Wilton and Van Ness and Hollywood. It's called Taft Avenue. It's a couple of blocks long. It only got there because the city planners had a few tons of cement left over from the Coliseum. On the corner, there's a gray building poking its way up through a crack in the pavement. That's where I live. Apartment K. Two rooms with a connecting door to a broomhouse closet. No, the place isn't much. A couple of chairs, a bed that comes out of the wall, and a mattress that could pass itself off as a relief map of the High Sierras. Well, that's where I was the other night around 11, trying to catch some sleep. That's when my phone began making an impression. Turned out to be the Lion. Hey, Reagan. I'm glad I found your home. Are you loading? What's the matter? Did you lose your voice? Just a precaution. I got a hold of a good thing and I don't want to lose it by indiscreet talk. Well, then write me a letter. We've just been Hired. You start tonight. It'll keep till morning. Her name's Alice La Farre. She meets you in a bar called the Princess across the street from Pershing Square. Get going. What's your trouble? She'll tell you all about it when you get there. Can't you tell me? I haven't got the time right now. But there's nothing to it. I'd handle it myself if I didn't have a big deal. Art. Flirting with widows in Pasadena, huh? So I got a social engagement. It helps our business. Pays to be seen in high society. And besides, the liquor's good. You just get over to see the lafarge Dave and give me a ring in the morning. Let me know how you make out. All right, lover. Hey Regan, what should I take to my Pasadena girlfriend? Flowers or candy? You better take both. You're gonna need all the help you can get. I threw on some clothes and I headed for town. My car found a parking lot off Olive and I cut through Pershing Square to make it over to Hill. Was after midnight. A sailor was chasing a bow legged marine over the grass. He brought him down on about the 40 yard line. The Princess bar showed up near the corner of 6th. A little place holding up six stories of granite. I went inside. A mustache was trying real hard on a piano. 200 pounds of bartender was moving a wet rag over the bar in slow motion. A girl was sitting on the far stool in a black purse with the initials ALF. Alice LaFarge. If you looked real hard you could find her eyes. I gave up on her lips. I lowered myself onto the stool next to her. She looked tired, like a chorus girl on a Sunday morning. Yes? I'm Regan, international detective. How do I know? You will when you get the bill. You're late, Mr. Regan. Well, I didn't pick up any traffic tickets if that's what you wanted. Well, it doesn't matter. We have a few minutes yet. What are we waiting for? 1230. Can I buy you a drink, Mr. Regan? You're calling it. Bartender. What'll it be, miss? I'm not drinking. Served the gentleman Scotch, bourbon and water. Got some pretty tasty scotch, buddy. Bourbon? Just tryin'. I get a commission on the scotch. All right lady, now let's have it. You live far from here, Mr. Regan? About 20 minutes. You better run home and throw a change of clothes into a suitcase. Out of town job? No, but you'll need a change. Bring along a deck of cards and a thick book. Anything else? Call off any dates you may have. You're gonna be out of circulation for the weekend. Here's an address. It's a hotel on North Figueroa. Get there as soon as you can. You still haven't said anything. What's the job? You'll find out when you get there. I'll get tired of waiting. Come on, lady, let's open it up. Hey, buddy, Scotch. Hey, you're leaving us, miss. Next one's free. Thanks anyway. Okay, I'll look beat at you. And take that scotch with you. Okay, Drink it myself. I still get the commission. All right. Now come on, sis, let's have the rest of it. I'm sorry, Mr. Regan. That's all I can tell you now. Just be at that address as soon as you can. Now. She slid off the stool and moved for the front door. I caught a view of her in the mirror. There was nothing there to make a guy want an encore. Sandy hair, short thin body that you could have slipped into a mailbox. Well, she threw the door shut behind her. A couple of seconds ticked by and I moved out after her. I made the street just in time to see her climb into a cab and start up six. That's when I spotted the red Austin with an Illinois license. It was a glen plaid sleeve sticking out of the left side. And that's all I got of the driver, except that he was doing a real bad tag job on the Lafarge girl. The North Figueroa address Alice Lafarge gave me turned out to be the Gladstone Hotel. A two layer pile of wood so old that the termites were getting indigestion. A short guy with a shiny head was catching up on his reading in the lobby. He put down the seat catalog long enough to tell me that apartment 3B was upstairs in the back. Couple of knocks on the door and Alice let me in. Sitting in the corner was a bush of gray hair and a white face. Turned out to be a man with a worried look. Like an alligator in a handbag factory. Shut the door, Alice. Yes, dad. Thanks for coming, Regan. I'll let you know later. If you're welcome. Take these things, Alice. No, I'm going to hang on to him for a while. Sit yourself. But your coat will get heavy in a few hours. What says I'm gonna stay that long? Me. That's what you hired for? What else? Well, lots of time to get to that. Let's get to know each other first. You got a name? I'm Bill Lafarge. Sort of fancy, but I like it. Give me some more. Not Much more. Just an old joker with nothing left but a few years and a. A regular dud. Mm. You know, Regan, this isn't my real address. I just moved here. Yeah, the rent's low. That's not it. Lafarge can handle more. All right, you can skip the bank statement, mister. Will you please try to be civil, Mr. Regan, that's not what you hired me for. It's okay, Alice. Can't say I blame him. All right, then. Let's throw it in gear, huh? Not much to your job, Regan. Just spend the weekend with me. I've had better offers. Yeah, I did, too, in my time. Well, it's the easy part of it. You got something hard, you stay awake the next 48 hours and keep looking at me. Who's after you? Nobody. I figure different. You could be wrong. Shade's down, lights out. Red Austin on a tag job. What do you mean? Plaid suit. Moved out after you when you left the princess. You sure he was following Alice? Like you said, I could be wrong. Get one thing straight, Reagan. I never hire anybody to protect me. Bill defarge handles things like that himself. You're here as a witness. What for? Just in case somebody wants some testifying as to how I spent this weekend. All right, now throw off your coat. Let's play little cards. Why not? Alice, open the window. It's getting a little hot in here. All right, dad. Good girl. Gin Mummy you're dealing with. How high do you want to play two bits if you. Shots came flying in from the alley and didn't stop until they caught Allison Farge. They blew her back into the room and she did a full turn like a ballet dancer showing off. By the time her father and I got to her, it was all over. The old man straightened up and began mumbling something about Red Austin. I stepped for the phone. I put in a call to San Ducci at Homicide. He took down the story and promised to send out some company. And then I cradled the phone. That's when I knew I was alone with the girl. Old man La Farge had hot footed it out of the building like a Super Chief on a holiday weekend. Well, the boys from Homicide showed in a couple of minutes and they had a few questions. I gave them what I had, and Sanducci tabled the rest until the next. So I went home to relax. You know, the lion could have made a good detective. He always finds me. Regan, I'm not paying you to sit at home. Get your coat on and explain this. What? This newspaper story. There's A big lie in here about the LaFarge dame getting killed. Now, I know you wouldn't allow that to happen to one of our clients. It was real hard, but I managed. I give you a simple little job and you turn it into a murder. You getting a commission from Forest Lawn? You got your hands full too. What do you mean? San Ducci will be visiting you with a pocket full of questions. I don't know nothing about a shooting. I was out in Pasadena all night playing a guitar and I got a sore finger to prove it. Now, you listen to me, big shot. You better start sniffing around and turn up a red Austin with a plaid suit behind the wheel. Whatever. Get some information on Bill Lafarge, the girl's father. What's that? You know. I bet if we open it, we'll find out. Well, I better get a move on. Just open the door a little bit and I'll squeeze by. Hello, lieutenant. Nice to have seen you. Sanducci. Where's he going? Get in line for Notre Dame tickets. Why don't you take up knocking, Sanducci, huh? New directive went through the department. Show a little more courtesy. You don't wear it well, and I figure it's political. They're working on building up a gate for the next policeman's show. Gotta put you on. You're worth a couple of laughs. Yeah. Yeah, I'll speak to the boys. How did you sleep last night, Regan? Fine. You shouldn't have. That murder should have given you nightmares. It's always Oval team, you know. Some of the boys down at headquarters figure you know more about this shooting than you're saying. Well, they made mistakes before. Now, I'm not saying I feel like they do. What do you want? Who knocked off the LaFarge girl? You're asking yourself. Wrong answer. How would you know? She got it with a.45. What do you want? You know what I own, but I don't know about Lafarge. The shots came in through the window. Even you can figure that it could have had help. Talk to him. I will when we pick him up. In the meantime, it's you and me. You got nothing on me. We found a roll of dough in a briefcase in the bottom bureau drawer. What was it doing there? I don't know. All right, Regan. Now let me give you a tip. The words out. Lafarge got a private war on. I don't want any more shooting. So I look at it this way. He's your client. I'm holding you responsible. And Regan. Yeah? What's that mean? Go find out. You're a detective. Well, I don't suppose I'll ever find out. He slid out of the room and I washed up and had a short breakfast at the corner drugstore and went through the morning paper. The Lafarge murder rated a lot of big type. And there was a picture of Alice right next to the weather report. Slightly cooler. After the bottom showed my coffee cup, I went over the Hollywood library. The city directory gave William Lafarge an orange drive. Home address and occupation printer. The yellow phone book turned up a Lafarge Preston print shop on Santa Monica near La Brea. It was a small place the color of stale peanut butter and it was tucked in between a pet store and a beauty parlor. When I stepped inside the front door, the the bell rang and a couple of pair of tortoise shell glasses covering a couple of deep blue eyes looked at me. She was a brunette with light skin and a voice that sounded like it was diving for sponges. Print shop smell got lost in all that Taboo. Good morning, sir. May I help you? I'm looking for Mr. Lafarge. There's no Mr. Lafarge here. Sign outside says there is. It's an old one. Won't I do instead? That's another chapter. Then turn the page. I think you'd enjoy it. You know, you ought to put out cards. Mr. Preston says business has picked up immeasurably since I started working here. Let's get back to Lafarge. I told you, he's not here. Well, try Preston for me. He's very busy. He can spare a couple of words. Now wait a minute. You can't go in there. I'm sorry, Mr. Preston. I told him you were very busy. All right, Lois. Who are you? My name is Regan. I'm with International Detective. I got some questions about your partner. Of course. Please leave us, Louis. See you later, soldier. Cigar? Mr. Regan, I won't be here that long. Naturally, I'll be only too happy to tell you anything I can. It was such a shock reading about his poor daughter's death. A wonderful girl. Foufar said that? You'd say it too, if you knew her. She was very good to him. Well, Mr. Regan, what specifically can I tell you? The book calls this place La Farge Preston. Somebody's missing. Well, you see, Bill and I were in partnership for years. When he decided to pull out, I just planned to leave the name the same. When did he go? Just a few weeks ago. They give a reason? I don't know exactly. Implied he had enough money or was coming into some, I'm not sure. But it happened so sudden. Left me a little shorthanded. Still having trouble finding a first class engraver to take his. I left him sitting there chewing a panatella. And I moved out fast, like a sailor on shore leave. It was about 11 and getting warmer. I picked up my car and went home. It took me 10 minutes to track down San Ducci. Yeah, Regan, what do you want me for? Fix a traffic ticket. Look, I got something for you. Make it good. I've been talking with Preston down at the print shop. Yeah? Lafarge stepped out kind of fast, carrying a roll. Now, look, he knew engraving. I figure you ought to take a good look at that money. It may turn up phony. I'm not impressed. All right, I gave it to you. Do what you want. Look, we checked into the door already. It's absolutely legit. Now, give up, Regan. Navy, didn't she? That a Regan, she turned you down. Who let you in? Stranger in town. Just catching the sights. Well, they're better outside. Ease off rigging. You don't know who you're talking to. The name's a blank. But you drive a red Austin. It's not bad for a beginner. He got a drink around? Not for you. No. If I were you, I'd show a little hospitality to an out of town boy. Chicago, south side, huh? You're not being very nice. You weren't invited. But now that I'm here, that changes some things, huh? What do you want? A drink. No sale. Listen, Fresh. Get your hands off me, punk. Argue against this. 45 always stops him like it did. Look, dad, how about getting old? Guzza drink, huh? Ring finger will do. Is skip the water. You better fix one for yourself. No, you're the type that drinks alone. You better have one, Regan. It's gonna be your last. How do you figure? Well, I look at it this way. A guy like me gets hired to do a job, comes 2,000 miles for it, then pulls a boner. Like knocking off the daughter instead of Lafarge, huh? Yeah, that's it. Top that off with a witness sitting in the same room who spots my red Austin. Now let me ask you something. Can I leave him around? Breathing good air? According to me now, Gus's knees knocked together and he caved in like Archer on a fat man. Four quick steps took me to the door and I looked down the hall. Nothing there. So I made it for the stairway and I looked down the spiral. An old guy was taking the steps. Two at a time and stuffing a gun into his overcoat pocket. It was Bill LaFarge. You were listening to the story of the man who fought back. Tonight's adventure with Jeff Regan. Investigator. Commissions are still available in the Army Nurse Corps. Graduate registered nurses between the ages of 21 and 45 may qualify for service with this fine organization. Nurses may request active or inactive status. Those on active status enjoy the same privileges as regular army officers. Those on inactive status may continue their civilian nursing duties, but stand ready to serve in time of emergency. If you are interested in joining the Army Nurse Corps and believe that you qualify for a commission, apply to the adjutant general, Washington, D.C. and now back to the story of the man who fought back and Jeff Regan, investigator. Well, things were moving kind of fast. The lion sent me out to meet a girl named Alice Lafarge. She took me to her father, who wanted a bonded witness to be able to testify to his whereabouts that weekend. That's when a couple of shots came through the window and cut down the daughter before Homicide put in an appearance. Bill Lafarge was gone, and he didn't show again until Gus killed Alice and then came to see me. And then there was a big roll of money and a print shop in the picture, but it was all out of focus. Well, I moved back into my apartment. The Chicago hood was still there, lying on my rug. And I picked up the phone to call Lieutenant Sanducci. I'd just gotten a couple of numbers out when I caught a familiar smell. It was a load of Taboo, and it was packing a.32. Put the phone down, Regan. Why? Because I'm asking you nicely. Put it down. Homicide can wait. Gus isn't going anyplace. You got a plan, lady? Mm. Well, get back to that print shop and you'll stay out of trouble. Mr. Preston's so nice, he gave me the afternoon off. I told him my mother got sick. All right, lady, tell me about it. I'm looking for something. Name it. The ignition key to Gus's Austin. Now move over there and get it for me. What's wrong with your car? I ran out of gas. Move. Okay, kick his gun away. Now try the overcoat pockets. Draw them. All right. Good catch. So they tell me. So long, Regan. I put in a quick call to Homicide, and then I waited a couple of minutes to give her a chance to get a head start. When I stepped out of the building, the red Austin was just turning the corner. I followed in my car. We wound up in Glendale. She pulled into a duplex driveway next to an empty lot. And I pulled in under a pepper tree up the street a ways. Then she got out and unlocked the trunk. She looked inside, ripped up the floor matting and then the boards. When she slammed the trunk shut, it figured that she didn't find what she was looking for. Well, 25 minutes later, I found the lion sitting behind his desk down at the office. He had a bottle of beer in one hand and a package of Sen Sen in the other. Spread out in front of him was a typewritten piece of paper that he just slipped out of his Remington. He had a puzzled look, like a little boy caught in a mix master. Regan, where you been? Around. I've been looking all over for you. Senduchi's been calling in every three minutes. What's he want? The story on how Gus got laid out in your apartment. Well, I'll drop him a note. He wants it now. He's got time. He doesn't come up for a pension for years. They turn up Lafarge yet? No, but I turned up some of the. What would you say if I told you Lafarge did time once on a counterfeit wrap? How'd you know? It figured that Lois dame is scratching around for something. The feds put him away for 10 years for making up some phony bonds or stocks or something like that. How's his daughter? Fit. She waited for him till he got out and then tried to help him play it straight. What'd you get on Gus? Who cares about him? Lois Lafarge wasn't in on that bond job alone. Who else? He had a partner. The guy who runs the print shop. Preston. You're doing better. I figure it this way. Preston's got a new racket and J. Edgar would be real happy to know all about it. Yeah, we're gonna be the ones to tell him. How much is the reward? I don't even know if there is one. Oh, stop it. When gold went up to $35 an ounce, you pulled your mother's teeth. Reagan, you're getting out of line. And then you balled her out for not having more cavities. Now you get over the press and have a talk. Yeah. Reagan. Yeah? Remember, if we crack this thing, it'll mean more money in your pocket, too. There's no room for it with your hand there already. I left him sitting there doodling dollar signs and I went out into the street. It was turning evening. I picked my car out of the lot, and 30 minutes later I stopped in the corner of Santa Monica and La Brea. The fog was rolling in by then, and the street lights were trying real hard. I walked to the front door of the print shop. I shook it a little, but nothing gave. So I moved around to the back. The place inside was as dark as a saloon in Kansas, but somebody inside was handy with a gun. So I cracked the window with a rock and I climbed inside. It smelled like target practice on a rifle range. Preston was curled up on the floor like a piece of wet tissue paper, and there were two holes the in in them. Well, the game wasn't over, but they were running out of players. I moved for the phone to call the police, and that's when I spotted Bill Lafarge. He was slumped down in a chair with a gun in his hand, and he looked tired. It took a lot of shaking to bring any words out of him. Hey. Come on, Farge. Hey. Hey. Stop shaking. I'm up. He did? Yeah, and he was a bum. You want to give me that gun? Sure. You gotta call in to the cops? No, not yet. We'll use my car any way you want. It don't matter much no more. Things go easy for some guys. Other guys get all the rocks. You got a couple of answers. Why not? Preston did a tie in with a gambling syndicate out of Las Vegas. Some joker had a hot idea. Keep going. Counterfeit 20,000 New Year's Day bowl tickets and sell them on the open market at five bucks. Plus, that's big business at 100,000. But I didn't take Preston gets sore because I wouldn't do the engraving. And he got somebody else. That doesn't add up to murder. Did when his head got working overtime, worry. And I had too many answers. And he hired that Chicago boy with the bad eyes. Yeah, he got my daughter by mistake. Where are the Bull tickets? Who cares? How does Lois fit? I don't know. All right, front door is closer to my car. New drive, Reagan. LA traffic makes me nervous. Well, LaFarge was driving a Nash, and it was parked at a filling station. We fought the night traffic downtown to police headquarters and tore San Ducci away from his pinochle game. He sent a couple of boys out to clean up the print shop and then moved La Farge into a room with his secretary to get the story on paper. I'd heard it before, so I started for home. But Sanducci had other ideas. He put me in a private little room with white walls, and he told me to wait. I thought maybe he'd gone on his vacation, but he finally came in, getting tired of Waiting, Regan. Do you care? No. You got something to say? Maybe. Well, then spit it out because I got a date. Ill keep. Why are you holding me? I had to do some checking. You got all you need? I didn't think so. Well, you got it now. Sit still, Reagan. I'm not ready to let you go. Now listen, Power, just because you're wearing a badge inside that coat. Shut up and listen to me. Took me 18 years to turn in those overstuffed shoes for thin soles. I'm not letting a two bit detective tell me how to handle my business. You can stand it. You and that crummy boss of yours are licensed by the state of California. And we can lift it for acts detrimental to public welfare. We got a whole bladder full. Tell that to the lion. I am telling it to you. Let's all beat it, okay? Oh, Reagan. Yeah? One thing more. There's a big hole in Lafarge's story. What do you mean? Look at his gun. What about it? Look at the caliber. It's a.38. That's not the weapon that killed Gus in Precious. You sure you don't own a.32? Well, Lafarge was more used up than he figured. He couldn't tell where the dream left off and the murders began. Oh, the whole thing was a screwy picture, but the artist had a woman's touch. 25 minutes later, I pulled my car to a stop in front of a lemon colored duplex out in Glendale. A high school boy breathing hard told me that the good looking girl lived upstairs. I just hit the top of the landing when the door of her apartment opened and a couple of pieces of airplane luggage moved out. Her ticket didn't show, but it figured to be marked for Las Vegas. When Lois saw me, she looked kind of confused. Like a penguin in Death Valley. Regan, your memory's good. I wish you told me you were coming. I'd have dressed for it. Oh, it's better this way. You're fixed for traveling. What do you mean? We talk about it inside, huh? I'd like to, you know that, but I have a few things. Come on, move it, lady. Well, what's come over you? What's inside the suitcase? You can work that out yourself. Regan, you've been by a woman's shop. Throw it open. It'll embarrass you. I'll take a chance. All right, now dump it over. Come on, sis, your time's running out. Oh, yeah, sure. Preston had the tickets in an asbestos box hidden in the furnace. I finally turned them Up, Regan. They're worth over $100,000. Yeah, that's what Lafarge said. I know where to unload them. It won't do you any good. What do you mean? There's no P exit to hatch it be. Come on. Don't scramble for that. 32. It's out of reach. Let's go, mate. You threw those holes into Gus and Preston, figuring homicide had stick Lafarge with a rap, knowing he was out for revenge. Let me go. Even the old guy didn't know what was going on. No, he didn't. No, but ballistics did. Reagan. Yeah. This could mean a lot of dough to us. You and me, we form a partnership. Forehead's getting damp. Don't be a piker. Here's your chance to really turn into something. Well, now you can check with me when you get out, lady, to see if I made it. Well, it all blew apart fast, like an atom at Caltech. Sanducci came down and picked up Lois. She had herself a pretty good thing for a while. Preston could run off the phony bowl tickets and all she had to do was to sell them. Even though murder got thrown in, she could have stayed clean if she hadn't got her gun calibers mixed. Well. Lafarge was walking the streets in a couple of hours and the lion was real happy the way things worked out. He got his picture in the Police Gazette and picked up two bonafide passes to the Rose bowl game. He promised to take me to the game with him. He did. He let me have the ticket at the regular price. Jack Webb is featured as Jeff Regan with Herb Butterfield as Anthony J. Lyon. It's CBS at the same time next week for more hard boiled action and mystery with Jeff Regan Investigator, written by Larry Roman, Produced by Sterling Tracy. Alice was played by Lorette Philbrandt. Charles Seal was Preston. Ken Christie was Lafarge. 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