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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. 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