
Case Closed begins with Candy Matson, YUkon-28209, and her story, Valley Of The Moon. That one aired December 17, 1949. (29:50) The Crime Club follows with Murder On Margin, from May 22, 1947. https://traffic.libsyn.com/forcedn/e55e1c7a-e213-4a20-8701-21862bdf1f8a/CaseClosed945.mp3 Download CaseClosed945 | Subscribe | Spotify | Support Case Closed
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Narrator
This is Case Closed. One hour of mystery and crime from the golden age of radio. Every Wednesday@ Relicradio.com. our first story comes from Candy Matson. This week we'll hear Valley of the moon from December 17, 1949. After that, it's the Crime Club and Murder on Margin. That story aired May 22, 1947.
Candy Matson
Hello, Yukon 28209? Yes, this is Candy Matson.
Narrator
The National Broadcasting Company presents Candy Matson. Yukon 28209. This is the start of a mystery. Our main character is a San Francisco girl detective, Candy Matson. There are others in the show, too. An inspector Mallard, a gent who calls himself Rembrandt Watson. A cowboy, a dude ranch owner and a gal the casting agency assured us was a dowager, slightly boozy. There are a few other voices along the way, too. I think that has all the makings of a good mystery show, don't you? Well, let's go on from here and find out. So here's Candy Matson.
Candy Matson
Like the man just said, this is the start of mystery. Christmas had me completely tuckered out. No one had invited me to the Rose bowl game or the east west keys are. So I decided to make like a bear and hibernate over New Year's. It worked out perfectly because my old friend Rembrandt Watson put it.
Narrator
You wish to greet 1950 in some remote spot. Is that the idea, Dove?
Candy Matson
That's the idea, Ducky.
Narrator
I have the perfect place for you. A dude ranch? Reasonable. Just on the other side of Sonoma in the Valley of the Moon.
Candy Matson
Valley of the Moon? New Year's Eve. In the Valley of the Moon.
Narrator
Rembrandt, that sends me good. Maybe it can send us both. I have a commission to take some pictures up there for a brochure they're putting out. I have to be there tomorrow afternoon. Yes, I see you're nibbling at the bait. I shall be blunt. Why don't you drive me up?
Candy Matson
You've won your point. I'll pick you up tomorrow. At what time?
Narrator
Set up the spectacular and say hi. Noon.
Candy Matson
High noon.
Narrator
And do bring some cash, will you, girl? I'm a little short.
Candy Matson
I thought you were going up there on a commission.
Narrator
Yes, I am, but they have some simply rhyme one arm devices and. And there goes me commission.
Candy Matson
Naturally, a girl has to look right to welcome in the new year. That gave me the perfect excuse to squander a few hard earned dollars and cents on some lovely clothes that didn't make sense but cost dollars. The afternoon was aging gracefully. A little gray here and a wrinkle or two there. So I stopped for a parfait, very dry and no olive. With that, mission accomplished, I headed back over Kearney Street. And as I wheeled past Portsmouth Square in the hall of Justice, I realized I hadn't seen my chum Mallard in quite some time. Inspector Ray Mallard of San Francisco Homicide. A very smart cop who can smell a clue a mile away. But when it comes to me, he very conveniently carries his own fog around.
Narrator
Well, candy, my little cupcake.
Candy Matson
Now, there, dear, you called me your little cupcake.
Narrator
Sure. It's still the Christmas season. Let's be charitable, I always say.
Candy Matson
What do you always say in a situation like this? Nothing. I just exude a stream of steam from the top of my head.
Narrator
Very cute. What brings you around our boarding house? You.
Candy Matson
Darn it. I thought you might like to know I'm going away for a week.
Narrator
What did they get you on?
Candy Matson
Petty theft. Yeah, and they got me as I tried to make my getaway on a tricycle. But for your information, Inspector, I'm spending my New Year's Eve up in the Valley of the Moon.
Narrator
Oh. Want to get away from it all?
Candy Matson
That's right. You in particular.
Narrator
In that case, may I get your midwinter vacation off to a flying star?
Candy Matson
You can try. How?
Narrator
I'm not working tonight. How's about a movie?
Candy Matson
You've got yourself a date. What's playing?
Narrator
Texas.
Candy Matson
That's what I thought. Where's Tex and his faithful horse Mustard playing this time?
Narrator
Why, at the Plaza. And the pictures of Pip, too. I read all about it. Yeah, Hot lead over Laredo. Look, here's the ad in the paper. Oh, I can't wait to see a searing epic of the West's wild grandeur. Men as rugged as the mountain. A singing saga of scorching bullets, strumming guitars and supple senoritas. And starring the champ of the cowboys, Tex Acog. Now, what more can one ask in a motion picture?
Candy Matson
Popcorn.
Narrator
Oh, we'll have that, too.
Candy Matson
I went home, did some packing for the trip the next day, picked something to eat, and then changed into my spurs. At Jingle Jangle for Texas, Mallard arrived, we took off. We got to the early show, so we managed to get some good seats. Of course, he wasn't kidding about the popcorn. He got a great big bag of that. We fumbled our way down the darkened aisle and found a place to sit. The movie was almost over.
Narrator
The whole thing looks like a gosh dang fram up to me. They must have snuck off with him. Head of cattle and old ring. The iny old here Caddy. These seats are okay. They must have gone that a way. All right. Sorry, lady.
Candy Matson
So are my feet.
Narrator
Seats are okay. Oh, have some popcorn. I wonder where the sheriff is. He said he was going to be riding by directly. What I said, sure is good popcorn. Oh, sure you don't want some?
Candy Matson
What?
Narrator
I said, are you sure you don't want some popcorn? I keep saying no, no, thank you.
Candy Matson
I don't want any popcorn, Mother dear. If you'll pardon me, I'm going home and catch this on telev.
Narrator
Not with task. Mr. Lee, I understand your feeling. On the ballot.
Candy Matson
After hot lead over Laredo, I suffered through six reels of a bouncy college picture. Freshmen looked like holdovers from the early days of the war. Then a newsreel, then a cartoon, then the trailer. Then again, Tex, AKA we got out about midnight and I drove Mallard back to the hall of Justice. As he got out of the car. Oh, well, now, that's what I call sharp dialogue on leaving the lady. All he can say is, well, nothing personal, Candy. Now, he laughed at me.
Narrator
I was just thinking. You're going up to the Valley of the Moon for a rest. Is that the idea?
Candy Matson
Well, yes. That and trying to get away from Texacoff.
Narrator
I know you too well, Candy. You're not going to have any rest. Look at the headline on that paper in the newsstand there.
Candy Matson
Man Missing in Sonoma Mystery and Sonoma can have it. Mallard, dear, if I so much as step inside the Sonoma city limits, you can come and lead me away quietly.
Narrator
You know something? I'm gonna remember that.
Candy Matson
Mallard waved goodbye and went inside. I didn't like the way he said that, but I had other things to think about, such as getting home and getting some sleep. So I did. And in the morning, I drove over to California street, picked up Rembrandt. We headed out across the Golden Gate Bridge up towards Sonoma. The Valley of the Moon wasn't too far. A couple of hours of leisurely driving with timeout for readjustment, and you're there. Then another eight miles north and east, and there was the dude ranch. This is it, dear.
Narrator
What do you think of it?
Candy Matson
Perfect. Just perfect. Why Rembrandtier? It's a real ranch.
Narrator
Of course, Dove a going concern. They only take in guests as a sideline. Oh, here comes a man. I imagine that's Mr. Lawrence, the owner.
Candy Matson
Oh, I'll shut off the motor.
Narrator
Good morning. How do you do, sir. Would you be Mr. Lawrence perchance? Yes, and you?
Candy Matson
Watson.
Narrator
Rembrandt Watson. I'm here to take some pictures for you as we discuss via the Dell System. Oh yes, Watson, right on time. That's good. Oh, Candy, may I present Mr. Lawrence, owner of the Double L, Miss Matson. How do you do? Miss Matson was wondering if she could get accommodation for about a week, Mr. Lawrence. What? Now wait a minute, Watson. I'm paying you a substantial fee for this job and I won't get stuck with non paying guests. Oh, I think you're laboring under a misapprecution.
Candy Matson
Hold it, Rembrandt. Look, Mr. Lawrence, I'm here as a commercial guest. I'm not asking for any favors and I doubt if I'd stay here. Now if you got down on your bended knuckles.
Narrator
Oh, now wait a second. I didn't mean it just that way. I apologize. It's only that, well, I've had some tough luck with people lately who seem to be only too intent on beating me out of their bills. Please, Ms. Matson, excuse me. I just jumped to conclusions, that's all.
Candy Matson
I think you set a new record for the jump.
Narrator
Forget it, Dal do.
Candy Matson
Okay. I'm sorry. Do you have room for me, Mr. Lawrence?
Narrator
Why yes, yes, of course. A delightful cabin just in back of the ranch house. Not being prepared, it'll take about an hour to get it in shape. Will that be all right?
Candy Matson
Yeah, sure. We can eat in the meantime.
Narrator
Fine. I'll get one of the boys to fetch your luggage. Oh, you can park over there under the old stables.
Candy Matson
Oh, no. Garage.
Narrator
Again, I have to apologize, Ms. Matson. The garage is overloaded now. We have a sheriff's party up here. The older the ranch next to mine disappeared yesterday afternoon. The sheriff is searching the entire vicinity around here. Does. Are you all right? Well, speak to me, girl. What is it?
Candy Matson
I'm all right. I just happen to think of something Mallard once said. Last night I pushed my assembled horsepower into the stables where they belonged and Rembrandt took me by the arm and steered me into the ranch house with a beautiful place. A tall, cathedral like living room with a crackling fireplace about the size of Dandy's Inferno at one end. Off to this one side of the fireplace was a cozy little bar. The sun was just going over the yard arm, so I figured an Old Fashioned would be quite in order. Old Fashioned was right behind the bar was a personification of an old fashioned cowboy. Real shaft, leathery face and little squint wrinkles around his eyes. Well, howdy, Tick. Seems like as if I done saw you in a movie last night.
Narrator
Howdy yourself, ma'am. Nope. Must have been two other cowboys. I've been working here at the Double L for almost five years.
Candy Matson
My mistake, partner. Matson's the handle. What's yourn?
Narrator
Is that the way cowboys talk, Pam?
Candy Matson
Yeah, Hollywood and Vine variety. I'm glad to know you.
Narrator
Call me Jeff, Ms. Matson.
Candy Matson
Jack, this is Rembrandt Watson. Rembrandt, Jeff.
Narrator
Are those shoulders sewn in or are they real? I'm afraid they're real. Hiya, Mr. Watson.
Candy Matson
You riding heard on all those bottles back there, Jeff?
Narrator
Yep. For better or worse, Chang, our regular bartender, took powder on us day before yesterday. Uh oh.
Candy Matson
Seems like he picked a bad time to do a run out.
Narrator
Oh, you mean the missing jet from Glen Valley.
Candy Matson
Glen Valley?
Narrator
Yeah, that's the ranch next to ours. Yeah. I understand the police are on the lookout for Chang, but he didn't do it. He's a good, honest Chinese boy.
Candy Matson
Even so, it's a bad time to disappear.
Narrator
Oh, I admit it doesn't sound good. Well, you folks won't mind the efforts of an amateur dispenser. What can I do for you?
Candy Matson
An Old Fashioned for me, Jeff.
Narrator
Well, that I can try from now on.
Candy Matson
It gets easier. Rembrandt only wants the coke.
Narrator
Well, I can sure fix that, all right. Oh, what's wrong? Here comes the Duchess.
Candy Matson
The duchess?
Narrator
Yeah, one of our guests. She's been out here about two weeks and she can go through distilled spirits faster than a buzz saw through mushy pines. And I hope you're prepared to talk.
Candy Matson
Always. Always. Hello, my dear. You just arrived, haven't you? Mentally or physically?
Narrator
Oh, my, a sense of humor.
Candy Matson
Joe, I shall enjoy your company. Are you staying long? I'm not sure now. My plans are rather indefinite. Oh, you'll love it here. Miss, madam, and may I present Mr. Rembrandt Watson. Charmed, I'm sure.
Narrator
As of now, me life has come in.
Candy Matson
Oh, you delightful lad. Jeff, dear boy, make me just a little nip of the old favorite, will you?
Narrator
Sure. One painkiller coming up. Here's your Old Fashioned, Miss Matson. Thanks, Mr. Watson, your coat. Thanks, sir.
Candy Matson
Young lady, you must be an actress. You look like. What? No, I'm not. I used to be an actress, a famous one. I toured all over the continent with the greatest of stars, the finest of play. I was the toast of London, Berlin, Vienna. I had kings and princess worshipping at my feet. Oh, I was once the vortex of an international incident. But no matter. Those days are gone forever.
Narrator
Now, here's your Tommy.
Candy Matson
What? Oh, thank you, Jeff. Well, as we used to say, here's the cry. What was that?
Narrator
It's a perfect toast.
Candy Matson
We have quite a mystery in this part of the country, young lady. So I can hear him. I can't understand. Mr. Ferguson had everything to live for. Mr. Ferguson? The man who owned Glen Valley. Wealthy, good looking, in the best of health. You seem to know quite a bit about the gentleman, Duchess. Only what I read in the newspapers and I can't understand it. Well, as I said, here's to cry. We dallied at the bar for a few more moments. Then Jeff informed me that lunch was ready and Rembrandt and I ate. We managed to duck the Duchess. I don't think I could have taken her with food. After lunch, Lawrence showed me to my cabin. It was, as he said, delightful. With a warming flame in the fireplace. It was cheery and comfy and I felt completely at home. Lawrence left to talk to Rembrandt. They were going to discuss the pictures he wanted taken. I felt like going riding, so I changed in my jeans and started to leave. But as I did.
Narrator
Oh, sorry, Ms. Matson. I didn't mean to frighten you.
Candy Matson
You did.
Narrator
I was just about to knock when you opened the door.
Candy Matson
That's okay. Was there something you wanted?
Narrator
Well, you're in riding clothes and that answers my question. The question being, what were you going riding? You see, the boss wanted to know if you were going riding. And if so, did you want some company? I usually show the guests around the acres.
Candy Matson
Yes, that'd be wonderful.
Narrator
And how long do you want to be out, Ms. Matthew?
Candy Matson
About three hours or so.
Narrator
Sure. In that case, we'll take the deluxe tour over across the back 60 and up through Manzanita Canyon. You know, when we get up to the top of Iron Mountain, you can see the whole valley of the moon.
Candy Matson
That's for me, Jeff. Let's hit the leather. Jeff was obviously born to the saddle and came into this world teething on a tether rein. He couldn't tell where the horse left off. And Jeff began a real rider. We nosed out through the clump of ranch buildings and on into open space. I had a fine horse under me and I really felt like I was living. We'd been riding about an hour when we came across a little stream. Jeff indicated we should stop and water the horses. How long have you been a cowboy, Jeff?
Narrator
Oh, about as long as I can remember.
Candy Matson
Round here?
Narrator
No, up around Montana. Then little by little I gradually drifted further west. Hit upon the Valley of the Moon about five years ago. Fell in love with it. I've been here ever since. Reckon I'll stay here too.
Candy Matson
I don't blame you. Excuse me if I seem to be full of questions, Jeff.
Narrator
Well, that's what I'm here for, man.
Candy Matson
Good, because I've got a couple more. What's up that little draw there on the other side of the creek?
Narrator
Nothing but a tangle of manzanita, scrub oak and brush.
Candy Matson
Pretty hard to get through there. Hm.
Narrator
Hard? It's impossible. Why? I've seen chipmunks get fouled up in that draw.
Candy Matson
Uh huh. Then how come those boot prints are going right up there?
Narrator
Boot prints? I don't see any. Well, hey, you're right either.
Candy Matson
Boot prints are the result of shoes with Cuban heels.
Narrator
Well, now there's a strange one.
Candy Matson
Exactly what I thought too.
Narrator
Say, you know, something just dawned on me, Matson. Didn't I see your pictures in the fiscal papers? Couple of weeks back. San Francisco, big part.
Candy Matson
San Francisco?
Narrator
Oh yeah, San Francisco. Excuse me. Sure. You know, the way you was asking those questions just now, it hit me. You're a detective.
Candy Matson
I'm afraid you got me. Pardon.
Narrator
Oh, wait a minute, Ms. Matson. Listen.
Candy Matson
That's Duck, Jeff.
Narrator
Too late now. What the. Well, whoa there. What are you doing? Over this way, Jeff? Hi, boss. Well, sir, you give us quite a little start. You haven't answered my question. Oh, we just stopped to wallow the horses, Mr. Lawrence. Ms. Matson here is a mighty fine rider. She wanted to make the big circle of the ring. Well, you certainly picked a fine time to do it, Sheriff. Posse is out around this way. You're liable to get shot. Now get back to the ranch. Grotto.
Candy Matson
Just a moment, Mr. Lawrence. You've been uncivil ever since I got here and I don't like to be dictated to.
Narrator
It's like being on board ship, Miss Matson. The captain is the law. I am the owner of this property and you'll do as I say. Now get moving, both of you. If you don't like my attitude, you can leave anytime you want. Leave? Now? Yes.
Candy Matson
Oh, no, Mr. Lawrence. I'm beginning to find your ranch extremely interesting. Jeff and I wheeled our horses about and sifted back at the ranch house. I looked back a couple of times, but there was no sign of Lawrence. I was mad and Jeff must have sensed it because he was smart enough to keep his Mouth closed as I dismounted at the stables and headed for the house. He waved me a forlorn adios and disappeared. Just as I went through the door, I was greeted by Rembrandt.
Narrator
Oh, there you are, Dove. I was about to institute a searching party for you.
Candy Matson
Oh, I was safe enough until I gained a grip with a thing called my own temper. What have you been doing, ducky?
Narrator
I've had a most delightful afternoon, Candideear. I've been playing Canarsa with the Duchess.
Candy Matson
Canarsa? Oh, you don't know how to play canister.
Narrator
I know that and you know it. But I don't think the Duchess does. She celebrates each hand with a hefty pull on her bitters.
Candy Matson
Why did you manage to make any sense out of the game?
Narrator
That has me puzzled too. All I'd do is put down some cards, any cards, and she'd congratulate me.
Candy Matson
Maybe you've got a green thumb for the game. Incidentally, I thought you were going to be taking pictures this afternoon.
Narrator
Called off on account of the law. Mr. Lawrence had to ride out into the lone Paris and deliver a phone message to the sheriff. He's making like ghost riders in the sky. Healthier. Do go and change, dear, and smell of horses.
Candy Matson
Yes, I know.
Narrator
Incidentally, we're to have a soiree this evening. Two more guests arrived. The cook tells me there to be a little entertainment after dinner.
Candy Matson
Good. Around here, anything will be an improvement. I didn't tell Rembrandt I was going to change, so it wasn't a fib when I stayed in my jeans. I went back to the stables, got the boy to rig me another horse and headed out toward that creek again. I rode faster this time because I'd noticed something else there besides the footprint. It was a battered 10 gallon hat on the far side of the creek with studded initials J.F. on the crown. But when I got there, the cupboard was bare but good. Not only was the 10 gallon hat gone, but the boot prints had been completely obliterated. I stayed for another few minutes, a study in frustration, and then went back to the ranch. I changed, met Rembrandt, had dinner, and then we relaxed in the living room.
Narrator
Oh, Dove, I'm so full. This outdoor living makes me ravenous outdoors.
Candy Matson
I don't think you've stepped out of this building since we got here.
Narrator
Well, then it's the thought of outdoor living that does it. Oh, they are the new arrivals. All the fire.
Candy Matson
Did you meet them?
Narrator
No. They look at me as though I might soil Their escutcheon, whatever that is.
Candy Matson
I can see what you mean.
Narrator
Hi, folks. You enjoy your dinner.
Candy Matson
Oh, hello, Jeff. Yes, it was wonderful.
Narrator
Has anybody seen Mr. Lawrence or the Duchess?
Candy Matson
We haven't seen Lawrence. No, the Duchess is over there writing a letter.
Narrator
Oh. Well, I hope you'll all drop around in about an hour. I'm going to do some singing and a little guitar plucking.
Candy Matson
Is there anything you don't do, Jeff?
Narrator
No, very little. But none of them too darn good either.
Candy Matson
Sure, we'll be here, won't we, Rembrandt?
Narrator
What? Oh, yes, I'll go with three diamonds.
Candy Matson
And a joke car. Jeff left, Rembrandt snoozed, and I threw a wrap around my shoulders and took a stroll around the patio. The air felt good. I went over to my cabin, picked up some cigarettes and started back. But as I came close to the cabin opposite mine. Oh, it was the Duchess. I recognize those tones and groans anyway. Duchess? Yes? This is Candy Natson. Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right. Touch of indigestion, I should imagine you. Is there anything I can do? Can I get you something? Oh, what a dear thing you are. No, I'll be all right. I have these attacks all the time. You run along and enjoy yourself. Jeff is going to sing. Such a dear boy. But you're sure you'll be okay? Yes. Yes, dear. We'll go along here. Now, let me put a blanket over you and take off your shoes. You'll be ever so much more comfortable. You're so sweet, so pretty. You remind me of myself when I was young. Thank you. Thank you so much. I tucked the old girl in and left it a dream of the past and went back to the ranch house. Jeff was just pulling up a chair in front of the fireplace.
Narrator
You'll have to understand, folks, I'm not a singer. I don't pretend to be. I just warble along the way, I feel. Now, is there any particular kind of cowboy tune you'd like to hear? No. Jeff, why don't you just sing a favorite of yours?
Candy Matson
Good idea. Just do what comes naturally.
Narrator
Okay, you asked for it. Let's see. Here's one I think you might like. O bury me not on the lone prairie where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free In a narrow grave Just sit by three. But, Barry. Oh, hiya, boss. Oh, I'm sorry, Jeff. Go right on with what you were doing.
Candy Matson
No, Mr. Lawrence, you arrived just in time. The entertainment's over.
Narrator
What? What are you talking about? Ms. Matson.
Candy Matson
I said the show is over. Is the sheriff around?
Narrator
Yes, he and his men are outside. They're just leaving for the night.
Candy Matson
You better call him back right now. The Duchess is dead in her cabin.
Narrator
What?
Candy Matson
Poisoned.
Narrator
Wait a minute, Sheriff. Sheriff Hop? Yes, you, Lawrence. That's right. Can you and your men come back for a spell? Seems we have more trouble. Okay. It'll be over as soon as we tie up the horse. Now then, what's this all about?
Candy Matson
Well, I could tell you, Lawrence, but I think it'd be more proper coming from the star himself. Don't you think so, Jeff?
Narrator
Looks like this is it, doesn't it? You know, you're smart, Ms. Matson. Like they say in that ad, never underestimate the power of a woman.
Candy Matson
That's right. That letter the Duchess wrote proves your point.
Narrator
What? How'd you get hold of that letter? I thought I. Oh, she wrote a duplicate, is that it?
Candy Matson
Like you say, never underestimate the power of a woman.
Narrator
Wait a moment. I don't understand what's going on here. Go ahead, Ms. Matt, you tell. Looks like I'm not the star any longer.
Candy Matson
Well, Lawrence, up to about two weeks ago, you had as nice and gentle a cow folk working for you as there ever was. Then the Duchess arrived. She wasn't kidding when she claimed to have mingled with nobility, important people. The matter of fact, she had an inside tip about your ranch and the one next door. Ferguson. Faith Glenn Valley. Didn't you receive a fantastic offer for your property from a big wine company just recently?
Narrator
Why, yes, I did.
Candy Matson
So did Ferguson. They were going to merge the two places and make it one of the world's largest venues.
Narrator
I didn't know about that part of.
Candy Matson
It, but the Duchess did. She wanted in on the ground floor. That's why she came out here. She tried. Tried to talk business with Ferguson, but he'd have none of it. So in one of her boozy moments, she hit upon the idea of doing away with Ferguson. But she didn't have the nerve to go through with it. That's when she approached Jeff here and cut him in on the deal. Jeff was tired of the poor but honest cowboy routine for a chance making heavy sugar and went along with the gang. Right, Jeff?
Narrator
He's got it straight so far. But Jeff, I can't believe my ear.
Candy Matson
That's nothing. Just wait a while. Jeff and the Duchess were out riding one afternoon when by chance, Ferguson rode up to just where the boundaries of the two ranches meet. While the Duchess talked to Ferguson, Jeff sneaked around and back and bashed in his head. They hold him up to that draw where you bumped into us this afternoon. I know now why you ordered us out of there. On the other side of that snarl of brush and manzanita, there's a quicksand pit that is now Ferguson's permanent resident.
Narrator
This is terrible. Terrible.
Candy Matson
In a hurry to dispose of your late neighbor? They left shoe prints along the bank of the creek. And they also overlooked Ferguson's hat with his initials on it. I'm mighty glad you came by when you did lie. After I had noticed the boot prints, I think Jeff was going to dump me into the quicksand, too.
Narrator
You're right again. After the boss sent us back in, I sorta figured to get you tonight instead.
Candy Matson
And then, Lawrence, you were going to be next because in your will you would name Jeff as your sole heir. Is that right?
Narrator
That's right. I love him like a son.
Candy Matson
Then the duchess and Jeff could have swung a hard bargain with that wine outfit. All very smooth. Except for one thing.
Narrator
One thing? I'm kind of curious about that one thing, Miss Matson.
Candy Matson
Alcohol. Yes. It's not only lifting to begin with, but also acts as a depressing agent. The duchess had been inviting all day. And after dinner, she arrived at that point of depression, realized what a horrible thing she had done, and she wrote the full story about the wine company and Jeffrey and made a copy. You were afraid of that yourself, Jeff. That's when you went out and slipped the old girl a lethal nickel. I heard her groaning and went into investigate. She said it was indigestion, but I knew differently.
Narrator
Her breath.
Candy Matson
And I knew, too, that she'd be dead within five minutes. Then I saw her shoes. Cuban heels with mud caked on the inner side of the arch. That's when I had a hunch the letter she was writing had a definite meaning. You overlooked it. I found it where only a woman would think of looking. Tucked inside her bosom. I'm sorry, Lauren. I had you figured wrong from the start. I was the one who was wrong. You aren't hard at all. You're the softest pipe. Well, Jeff, here comes the sheriff.
Narrator
Yes, so I see. Well, I'm ready for him. You can't beat a royal flush with a pair of deuces. Or should I say dunce it? There won't be any fun. And all of a sudden it dawns on me People should accept their lot. If you're born to be a cowboy, just stay a cowboy. And if you're born a millionaire don't fight that either. Well, goodbye, Ms. Mattson. And I'm glad the boss happened along when he did. I don't think quicksand would look good on you.
Candy Matson
Like Jeff said, he went quietly. Too bad he wasn't content to be just a ranch hand, simple and unspoiled. Because his Rembrandt had noticed he did have wonderful shoulders. He played the guitar, he sang, and he made final fashion. All in all, a very nice guy. Except for two vices. Hitting from the behind and poisoning the valley of the moon. Oh, I'll go back. It's lovely. After all, one man with a snarled brain can't undo the work of the original master painting.
Narrator
Listen again next week at this same time. For excitement and adventure, just dial.
Candy Matson
Candy Matson, Yukon 28209.
Narrator
Heard tonight were Helen Cleave as the Duchess, Lou Tobin as Lawrence and Clancy Hayes as Jeff. Henry, left is Inspector Mallard and Jack Thomas's Rembrandt. The program stars Natalie Masters as Candy and is written and produced by Monty Masters. Sound effects were created by Bill Brownell and Jay Rendon. Eloise Rowan is heard at the Organization. The characters in tonight's story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. The program came to you from San Francisco. Dudley Manlove speaking. You are tuned for the stars on NBC. Hello. I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the Crime Club. I'm the librarian. Murder on Margin. Yes, we have that Crime Club story for you. Come right over. Ah, you're here. Good. Take the easy chair by the window. Comfortable? The book is on this shelf. Here it is. Murder on Margin by Robert George Dean. The very intriguing story of the stocks of passion and the bonds of death. Let's look at it under the reading lamp. It is late evening in a room of a shabby hotel in midtown Manhattan. A trim, slick haired man is eyeing the blonde girl sitting near him on the sofa. He watches her carefully as she pours herself a drink. They are hitting the bottle tonight, ain't you, Joan? That's the fourth one you had.
Candy Matson
So what?
Narrator
Nothing. Only when you start guzzling like that, it's a sense something's eaten.
Candy Matson
I told you I was tired.
Narrator
Okay, baby, okay. Come in.
Candy Matson
Ah, please, Nick, don't.
Narrator
Yeah, you are tired, ain't you?
Candy Matson
Well, what do you expect? You know better than anyone else what a day I put in.
Narrator
You've had tougher days.
Candy Matson
Maybe I have. Maybe I'm just getting sick of being a manicurist.
Narrator
Well, I can't blame you for that. I'm not crazy about being a barber. You don't What? Maybe you'll be able to quit your job too. How? You know Larry Carson, don't you? Who? Larry Carson, the stockbroker. You know, the guy in the brokerage house. A couple of doors. Must have.
Candy Matson
Oh. Oh, yeah. I think I've done his nail.
Narrator
Oh, sure you have. Lots of time.
Candy Matson
Well, he's a smart trader.
Narrator
Knows the market inside out. Well, he's been giving some tips to Tony, who cuts his hair, and Tony's made himself quite a bundle.
Candy Matson
So what?
Narrator
So I've been talking to Tony. He's gonna pass them tips on to me. Oh, I'm gonna start right away, just as soon as Carson gets back.
Candy Matson
Gets back?
Narrator
Yeah, he told Tony today he was leaving town on a business trip, but he won't be gone long. What's the matter?
Candy Matson
Oh, oh, nothing. I, I, I think it's a swell idea, Nick.
Narrator
You bet it is. Pretty soon I'll have some real dough and then. Ah, come here, baby.
Candy Matson
Don't miss.
Narrator
Just a little kiss. Honey, Don't. Hey, you act like I'm poison or something. I said come in.
Candy Matson
And I said let go of my wrist.
Narrator
Let go. Hey, you got a bracelet on under your sleeve. You're crazy. Come on, let me see it. No. Let me see it. Just a minute, sweetheart.
Candy Matson
Okay, give me back that bracelet.
Narrator
Diamonds, huh? Are you dirty? True.
Candy Matson
Time and life.
Narrator
Who's the guy? I asked you. Who? The guy.
Candy Matson
Larry Carson gave it to me.
Narrator
Carson? Yeah.
Candy Matson
It doesn't mean anything, Nick. I swear. I I've been playing him for a sucker, that's all.
Narrator
Playing him for a sucker? Yeah.
Candy Matson
Just, just getting all I could out of him for the two of us.
Narrator
No, they don't. The two of us, huh? Come on, get up. Get up, I said. Go. Go. Are you Are you all right?
Candy Matson
Get out.
Narrator
Get out. Okay, I'm going.
Candy Matson
Yes, Ruth, it's rather late.
Narrator
I'm quite aware of that.
Candy Matson
Well, you mentioned that you wanted to turn in early.
Narrator
Still the dutiful wife, eh? Well, I have some market reports I want to study.
Candy Matson
Oh.
Narrator
Answer that, will you?
Candy Matson
Hello? Oh, yes, just a minute. For you, Mary.
Narrator
For me? Hello?
Candy Matson
Hello, Larry? This is Joan Randall.
Narrator
I thought I told you never to call this number.
Candy Matson
I know what you told me, but I had to talk to you. Tried the other place and couldn't get you.
Narrator
I see. All right, what do you want?
Candy Matson
I I heard you were taking a little trip tomorrow.
Narrator
Yes.
Candy Matson
I thought we had a date.
Narrator
Sorry. I Meant to call you about that before I left.
Candy Matson
Oh, you meant to, huh?
Narrator
Yes, it came up suddenly. It's just a routine business trip. I'll be back in a few days.
Candy Matson
I don't like it.
Narrator
Oh, don't be silly.
Candy Matson
I'm not. Had the feeling for some time now that you wanted to brush me off.
Narrator
What?
Candy Matson
I want to warn you, Larry, don't do it.
Narrator
I shall do whatever I see.
Candy Matson
Yeah, well, get this through your head, Mr. Carson. You'll pay off or else.
Narrator
Hello?
Candy Matson
Did you hear me?
Narrator
I said you'll.
Candy Matson
This one didn't lie either, did you? It's convenient to have a wife, isn't it, Larry? It must sound convincing when you tell them I won't give you a divorce.
Narrator
Yes, I guess it does.
Candy Matson
Larry. When are you going to set me free?
Narrator
Soon.
Candy Matson
You've been saying that for months now. Carl and I want to be married, and I want a clean start. That's why I haven't begun any action myself. Yes, we don't want to wait any longer. I want a divorce now.
Narrator
Very moving appeal, my dear. But I confess I don't understand it. You and Carl Hammond. He's strictly a lightweight. Is he?
Candy Matson
Then why did you ask him to be a partner in your firm?
Narrator
It was quite simple, Ruth. I needed some money. Now I'm sorry I took him in.
Candy Matson
So it's Carl.
Narrator
I don't doubt it, Gary.
Candy Matson
I heard you mention something about a. A business. Well, if you were to stay away a long time, it would delay my divorce.
Narrator
That's quite an idea.
Candy Matson
Yes, I've got another idea, too, Larry.
Narrator
Oh, what is it?
Candy Matson
I'm afraid I better keep this one to myself.
Narrator
Oh, Mr. Hamill. Oh, good morning, sir. Can I help you? Well, yes, at least I hope so. I'd like to see Mr. Carson. Well, Mr. Carson is a very busy man. I know, Mr. Hamill. I've been waiting here outside his office since quarter to 10, and now it's 20 after. I see. Well, I was just going in to see Mr. Carson myself. I'll tell him that you're here. Oh, thank you. Oh, by the way, what's your name? Pat Barton. Pat Barton, the private detective? Why is. I want to consult him about some stocks. Oh, I'll. I'll be right back. Okay. I beg your pardon, sir. You mind if I glance at the ticker? No, thanks. See Commercial Solutions, 31 and a half. Say, that looks like a pretty good start, doesn't it? Yes, sir. Might go up to 32. Yes, Larry, I will. Oh, is that last order 29 and a quarter. Right. Oh, Mr. Martin. Yes, Mr. Hamill? I told Mr. Carson you were waiting. He'll see you in 15 minutes. Oh, thank you. Meanwhile, I'll just keep my eye on the ticker. Fine. See you later. Right. Let's see. Salt preferred, 20 and a quarter alliance. All right, Mr. Barton. I think we can go in now. Okay, Mr. Hamill. Oh, Larry, this is. That's funny. He isn't here. You're wrong, Mr. Hamill. Look on the floor near the desk. Good Lord. Someone put a rope around his neck and pulled it tight. Very tight. I swear, I don't know how you do it, Pat, but every time there's a murder, you're right in the middle of it. I'm sorry, Lieutenant Riley. It just happens I don't arrange them. No? Well, the way you solve them sometimes makes me wonder. Okay, forget it. Let's take another look at the late Mr. Carson. Okay. Let's see. After he was strangled, he must have slipped to the floor. But that would hardly account for his must of appearance, though. What do you mean? Well, his shirt is half out and his belt is twisted. Do you think that maybe he was just a sloppy dresser? No, Lieutenant. You can see his suit was obviously just pressed. And look at the shine on his shoes. Uh huh. I think the killer must have searched him. For what? His wallet was still on him and nothing was missing from it. Yes, but there wasn't much money in it. Did the medical examiner give you the time of death? Yes, probably between 10:15 and 10:30. I suppose that tells you who the murderer is, sir? Not quite, Lieutenant, but it helps. Yeah, a lot. What gets me is how the killer got in and out. Now, there's Carson's private entrance leading to the hallway into the street, and that's locked. And now this door here to the main office through which you entered. Now, you say that you were sitting right next to it from a quarter to tenon. Yes. And the only one who entered was Carl Hamill. I think I'll have a little talk with that guy. Mr. Hamill?
Candy Matson
Yes, Lieutenant?
Narrator
Would you mind stepping in here? Not at all, Mr. Hamill. According to Mr. Barton here, you were the only one to enter this office. Yes, and that was about 20 after 10, a time when Carson might have been killed. What do you mean? You. You know that he was alive when I left the office. Do we? Well, of course, Mr. Barton. Well, you were sitting right at the door when I came out. You heard me turn around and ask him about that last quotation. Yes, I heard you, but I didn't hear him. Oh, that's right. I remember now. He didn't answer me. He just nodded. Oh, I see. Mr. Hamill, excluding Mr. Carson, who had a key to the private entrance of this office? Well, I. I believe Mrs. Carson had one. Oh, she did? Yes. But surely you don't think that she had anything to do with this? Why, she couldn't. Take it easy, Mr. Hamill. Pat. Yes, Lieutenant? One of my men reported that in the hallway leading from Carson's private entrance to the street is the door of a private club. Oh, yeah. Now, there's a doorman posted at that door from 9:00 on. He'll be able to tell us just who entered this office by way of that private entrance. Well, good. But I get. What's that? What is that? It's a plot closet, Lieutenant. Well, there she is behind the filing cabinet.
Candy Matson
Hey, give me a hand, will ya? I can't seem to get out of here by myself.
Narrator
All right, all right. We'll just get this cabinet out of the way then. There. There we are. Okay, come on out.
Candy Matson
Yeah, sure.
Narrator
Why, Ms. Randall, you. You know this girl, Mr. Hamill? Why, yeah. She's the manicurist at a barber shop a few doors down the street. Oh, okay. Ms. Randall, talk. She seems to be pretty drunk, Lieutenant. Yeah. What were you doing in that closet, sister?
Candy Matson
Who wants to know?
Narrator
I'm Lieutenant Riley of the police.
Candy Matson
Police?
Narrator
Yes. Take a look at the floor near the desk. Oh.
Candy Matson
Larry's dead, huh?
Narrator
You ought to know.
Candy Matson
Me? I didn't do it.
Narrator
No? How'd you get in here?
Candy Matson
I had a key. Larry gave it to me. Oh, the louse was going to run out on me. I wanted to have a little talk with him. I got here early, before 9. Didn't want anybody to spot me coming in. I hid behind the cabinet in the closet.
Narrator
How come you're so boiled?
Candy Matson
Well, I knew it'd be a long wait, so I took a flask along. I was nervous. Before I knew it, the flask was empty. And then I passed out.
Narrator
Ms. Randall, there's a keyhole in that closet door. Did you see or hear anything that might help us? No, not a. I see, I see, I see. Okay, Sister, I'm going to send you home to sober up. But don't get any idea that you're out of this mess. I'm going to check on you all the way. Hat. Yes, Lieutenant. Get your hat. We'll start check with the barber shop where she works. Were you Carson's Barber, Nick? No, Lieutenant, Tony took care. Oh, where, where is this Tony? Well, it's been raining all morning. We were slow and Tony and the others ducked out. They're probably chewing the fat in a cafeteria down the street. Uh huh. You got a manicurist named Joan Randall? Yeah, she didn't show up this morning. I don't think she'll be in today, Nick. What do you mean, Mr. Barton? Why are you so nervous? Well, Joan and me, we've been kind of going around together and if anything's happened to her. Well, nothing's happened to her yet, but she's in quite a spot. You see, we found her in Mr. Carson's closet. Yeah, she was pickled, Nick. How was that a habit of hers? Well, when she's worried, she likes a couple of shots. Uh huh. Nick, it seems that Joan and Mr. Carson quite friendly. Did you know that? Yeah, yeah, it didn't mean anything. He had a lot of dough and, well, you know, you know how it is. Yes, we know you. You don't think she killed Carson, do you? We're not sure, Nick, but if you ask me, you're going to need a new manicurist. For me. Lieutenant, it is unbelievable. I simply refuse to believe it. I know, Cypher, I know. But Carson's dead. You have to help us. Me? Help you? How? What time were you at your post this morning? What time? Why last long? In all my 23 years as doorman to this club, I arrive at 9 sharp, not before, not later. And from your post you can see anyone who enters the hallway to go to Mr. Carson's office? Absolutely. Tasha, do you know Joan Randall, the manicurist from the barber shop around the corner? You mean the blond Barish? Sure, I know her. Did you see her enter the hallway this morning? No. Are you sure? Absolutely. She must have got here before. Nothing, like she said. Did you see anyone else, Sasha? Yes, just one person. Who was it? It was Mrs. Carson. Mrs. Carson, eh? What time was that? About quarter after. No, 20 after 10. And she went down the hallway to Mr. Carson's office? Yes. Did you see her go in? No. The hallway turns to the left, you can't see the door. He's right, Lieutenant. Okay, okay. Now I want you to be very careful about this next one. Sasha, when did she come out? I don't know. You see, a little while after she came in, I had to call a cab for a member. Yeah, I was outside for a couple of minutes. In other words, she could have slipped out during that time. All right. Oh, Sasha. Would it have been possible for anyone else to have entered while you were outside? This could not happen. When I went out, I looked up and down the street. There was nobody near enough to sleep in. Oh, I see. Well, Lieutenant, what's next on the menu? Blue plate special, Mrs. Carson. Mrs. Carson, do you have any idea who might have murdered your husband?
Candy Matson
No, Lieutenant.
Narrator
I have. Yes, you, Mrs. Carson. Me? Yes.
Candy Matson
Why, that's absurd. Utterly absurd.
Narrator
For your information, you were seen going down the hallway to your husband's office. What? Oh, come, Mrs. Carson. The identification was positive. You were there, weren't you?
Candy Matson
Yes, but I didn't see Larry.
Narrator
Huh? What do you mean?
Candy Matson
Well, I. I went up to the door of the office, and then I stopped.
Narrator
Why?
Candy Matson
The transom was open. I heard Carl, Mr. Hamil, talking to Larry. I lost my nerves and left.
Narrator
What do you mean you lost your nerve?
Candy Matson
Well, I guess I'd better tell you the whole story.
Narrator
Yes, I guess you'd better.
Candy Matson
I'd wanted a divorce from Larry for some time without going into it. I can assure you I had very good reasons.
Narrator
Yes, we met one of them. Never mind, Mrs. Carson. Go on, please.
Candy Matson
Well, I. I met Karl Hammel, my husband's partner. We fell in love. I told Larry about it and asked him for a divorce so that Carl and I could be married. Larry kept putting me off. Then last night, I learned that he was taking a trip out of town. He said he'd be gone for only a short time. Yes, I had a feeling that he was up to something. You see, he was very spiteful. I felt that he was going to stay away to delay my divorce. I made up my mind that he wasn't going to get away with it. This morning I set out for his office for a showdown. I. I took a gun along.
Narrator
A gun, huh? Yes.
Candy Matson
But when I stood outside Larry's door and. And heard Carl's voice, I realized how foolish I'd been. I knew that I could never kill Larry. I turned around and went home.
Narrator
Mrs. Carson, did you hear what Mr. Hamel and your husband were talking about?
Candy Matson
Yes, they. They were discussing some stock quotations.
Narrator
Did Hamill mention the quotation on murder?
Candy Matson
What do you mean? You don't think that cop. Oh, no, he didn't kill Larry.
Narrator
Of course not. He didn't. You didn't. Nobody did. Only the guy is dead, and the commissioner wants to know why.
Candy Matson
Hello?
Narrator
Hello, Ruth.
Candy Matson
Oh, Carl, I was hoping that you all you.
Narrator
You heard about Larry?
Candy Matson
Yes. The police have just left. Oh, Carl, I'm afraid we're in trouble.
Narrator
What's the matter?
Candy Matson
I did something terribly foolish. I went to Larry's office this morning.
Narrator
What? But why did you wait?
Candy Matson
I. I didn't see him. When I got to the door, I heard you talking to him.
Narrator
Oh.
Candy Matson
I heard you quarreling.
Narrator
Did you. Did you tell the police about it? No.
Candy Matson
No. I told them we were discussing Stockportations. Carl, is there anything you wanted to tell me?
Narrator
Ruth, you. You don't think I killed him, do you?
Candy Matson
No.
Narrator
But, darling, you sound as if.
Candy Matson
I love you. Carl, no matter what happened, remember that. I.
Narrator
Good evening, Lieutenant. I made it as fast as I could. What's up? I've got some more pieces for our puzzle. You have? Yes. Do you remember when we examined the corpse, you thought the killer had searched him? Yes. Yeah. You were right. And whoever it was made off with a hundred grand. What? I had a man go over the books at Carson. There was a hundred thousand missing from the credit balance. Now it looks like Carson was going to take it on the lamb, see? And he figured I'm traveling light to throw everyone off guard. Yes. Probably just an overnight bag. And the money. From the appearance of his disarranged clothing, I'd say he had the cash in a money belt. Uhhuh. Did you speak to Hamill about this? Yes. Yes, and he was quite upset that only over the loss of the dough. He said he was worried about the effect on the farm's business. Is there any way to trace that money?
Candy Matson
No.
Narrator
And I haven't got the ghost of an idea who can. Wait a minute. Joan Wren. I've had the feeling that dame was holding something back. You think she took it? Either that or she knows who did. Come on, Pat. Let's get to her before she puts away another quart. Maybe she's out, Lieutenant. Yeah, Pat, but not the way you mean. She's probably hit that bottle again. Oh, there's no use. The door's locked. I have a key, Lieutenant. Huh? A key that opens a lot of doors. Oh, well, go ahead. Make believe I'm not looking. Okay. There we are. Now, let's see. The light switch ought to be there. Really? I don't smell any liquor. So maybe. Holy smoke. She really is out. Look for good. Yes. Whoever stabbed her wasn't kidding. She must have been lying on the bed. Odd. What is? Well, apparently after she was stabbed, she still had enough strength to reach down and clutch one of her shoes from under the bed. Yeah, she probably rolled over and held onto whatever came into her hand. No, Lieutenant. Shoes are usually placed together on the floor. And from the position of the one still there, have had to Spain to get the shoe she's holding. Yeah. Well, why do you think she grabbed it, Pat? I think it was an attempt to tell us who murdered her. Well, it's a woman's shoe. And the only other woman in the case is Mrs. Carson. Or maybe. Yeah, yeah. While I was talking to Hamill about that money, he told me he used to be a shoe manufacturer. What? Yeah. Well, I guess set does it not sure, huh? There's something that keeps buzzing at the back of my mind. Something I. Of course. Larry Carson Shoes. Larry Carson Shoes. Yes. Now, there's just one thing we ought to check, Lieutenant, and then I think you'll be able to wrap this case up. Better keep back out of sight, Lieutenant. Okay, Pat. I just wanted to make sure that Sasha is still sitting on that park bench. Don't worry, I've got my eye on him every second. Are you certain your plan will work? I don't see how it can miss. A half hour ago, Sasha telephoned the killer. His message will force the murderer to meet Sasha here in the park. I see. Then you expect another knife and job, huh? Right. And we'll have to be on our toes to prevent it. Wait, Lieutenant. I think we're getting a bite. Hello, my friend. I was beginning to think you weren't coming. I thought maybe. Help. Get him, Lieutenant. Get him, staffer. And shoot. Good shot, Lieutenant. You all right, Sasha? Yes, Mr. Good. Is he alive, Lieutenant? Yeah, the bullet just creased his scalp. Okay, Nick, come on. Come on, up on your feet. As a barber, you usually stand behind a chair. Well, now we're going to let you sit in one. Did Nick reveal where he hid the money, Lieutenant? Yes, it was under the floor in his room. Oh, good. It's nice of you to give me a lift home, Lieutenant. Ah, that's all right, Pat. You deserve it. Slasher too. Ah, it was nothing. Nothing at all. Only don't ever ask me to do it again. Don't worry, we won't. Say, Pat, how did you tumble to Nick, anyway? Well, there was the fact of the shoes. Carson's and Jones. Carson's shoes were shine. And that was peculiar. Why? Well, since it rained all morning, his shoes should have been spotted. Yeah, yeah, that's right. But I failed to see the importance of that fact until Joan was killed. She died in the act of reaching for her shoe. Uh huh. And then it hit me. Someone had shined Carson's shoes. Obviously he wouldn't have done it Himself. So the only other possibility was a shoeshine man. Yeah, but where in the world? Well, since there was no shoeshine man involved in this case, I turned to the only person who could have impersonated one. Nick the barber. Exactly. He was alone in his shop. Not only the barbers were gone, but also the shoeshine man. I see. So Nick dressed up in the dark apron, carried the box and got by. Yeah. Wait a minute, wait a minute. How did he get into the Carson's office without Sasha seeing him? But you know, Lieutenant, there are some men who are invisible. Invisible? Yes, that is, they're taken for granted. Nobody observes them. Like a mailman, for instance. Oh, well, a shoeshine man visiting the officer in a business building is exactly the same. You pay no attention to him, so he loses his identity. I see. Of course, when I brought the point up with Sasha, he remembered. What did you say? Sasha? Never again, for the rest of my life will I get a shoe sign. And so closes tonight's Crime Club book. Murder on Margin, based on a story by Robert George Dean. James Earthine did the radio adaptation. Roger Bauer Produced and Jock McGregor directed. Jack McBride played Lieutenant Riley. Julie Stevens was Joan. Kellen Shields was Ruth Carson. Danny Ako played Sasha. Ray Thompson was Pat. Joe Desantis was Nick and Sherling Oliver was heard as Carl Hamill. I beg your pardon. Hello. I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the Crime Club. I'm the librarian. Yes, come over a week from tonight. Good. We have the very exciting story of a package that was wrapped up by death. It's called Murder Makes a Mummy. In the meantime. Well, in the meantime, there is a new Crime Club book available this week and every week at bookstores everywhere. Yes, it's available now. Fine. And we'll look for you next week. This program came from New York. This is the world's largest network, the Mutual Broadcasting System. There's more from Candy Matson, the Crime Club, Case Closed and all of the Relic Radio podcasts at the website relicradio.com. our shoutcast stream is there as well, with even more old time radio lots to listen to, all made possible by your support. If you'd like to help out, visit donate. Relicradio.com or click on one of the links on the website. Thanks to those who have helped out. Thanks for joining me this week. Be back again next Wednesday with another episode of Relic Radio's Case Closed.
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"Case Closed!" delves into thrilling crime stories from the golden age of radio, resurrecting classic mysteries filled with intrigue and suspense. In this episode, listeners are treated to two gripping tales: "Valley of the Moon" featuring the savvy detective Candy Matson, and "Murder on Margin", a riveting Crime Club mystery. Hosted by RelicRadio.com, the episode promises an hour of captivating detective work, clever plot twists, and memorable characters.
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Plot Overview: Candy Matson, weary from the holiday season and seeking respite, decides to spend New Year's Eve at the Double L Dude Ranch in the serene Valley of the Moon. She convinces her friend, Rembrandt Watson, to join her on this getaway. Upon arrival, Candy reunites with Inspector Ray Mallard, who seems to carry his own hidden agendas.
As Candy settles into ranch life, she observes suspicious activities surrounding the ranch owner, Mr. Lawrence, and his interactions with other guests, notably the enigmatic Duchess. Her detective instincts are piqued when she notices odd boot prints near a creek and a stolen 10-gallon hat marked with initials J.F. Further investigations reveal that the Duchess and Jeff conspired to murder Mr. Lawrence's neighbor, Mr. Ferguson, to manipulate property deals with a wine company.
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Plot Overview: "Murder on Margin" centers around the mysterious death of Larry Carson, a prominent stockbroker. The story unfolds in a shabby Manhattan hotel where Carson is found strangled outside his office. Detectives Lieutenant Riley and Pat Barton delve into the investigation, uncovering a web of deceit involving business deals and personal vendettas.
Joan Randall, a manicurist who had interactions with Carson, becomes a key suspect due to her proximity to the crime scene and her financial entanglements. As the investigation progresses, evidence points towards fraudulent stock manipulation and embezzlement, leading to Carson's murder. The detectives meticulously piece together the clues, ultimately revealing the true perpetrator behind the facade.
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This episode of "Case Closed!" masterfully intertwines two distinct yet equally engaging mysteries. "Valley of the Moon" showcases Candy Matson's sharp detective skills as she unravels a plot of greed and betrayal at a secluded ranch. Simultaneously, "Murder on Margin" presents a classic whodunit scenario, highlighting the intricacies of financial crimes and personal vendettas. Through vivid storytelling, memorable characters, and clever plot twists, this episode captivates listeners, offering a nostalgic yet refreshing dive into the world of old-time radio crime dramas.
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