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Rex Saunders
Foreign.
Narrator
This is Case Closed Crime stories from the golden age of radio. This weekend, Case Closed. Our hour of old time radio crime begins with the private files of Rex Saunders. We'll hear Done to death from May 16, 1951, then its pursuit and the pursuit of the Limehouse killers. That story aired July 15, 1950.
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In another intriguing adventure transcribed from the private files of Rex Saunders.
Rex Saunders
Concerning jewelry. Diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but like any other precious ornament, they can be done to death.
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Rex Saunders
It was a gray, misty morning when the tugs nosed the mammoth hulk of the transatlantic liner Trigania into its north river berth. Alec and I were on the pier, standing near the guard rail, watching the treganous passengers coming ashore. As they walked down the gang plank. I looked them over carefully, wondering which one was Alison. It's uncanny how we get ourselves in these strange situations. The strange situation Alec referred to was prompted by a radiogram which I received that morning at the rude hour of five. It was sent from aboard Tregania and said simply important you be appear when Trigania docks. Need your help. Don't fail. And it was signed Alison. But who is Alison? I told Alec that I really hadn't the faintest idea. So there we stood, watching the passengers debark when suddenly I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Mrs. Saunders?
Rex Saunders
I turned round. She was slim, brunette and she was quite attractive. Two small valises were resting at her feet.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
You are Ex Saunders, aren't you? Yes, I'm Alison.
Rex Saunders
Oh. I imagined that Alison was a man. So did I, Alec. But I can hardly say that I'm disappointed. Vivian Allison, about that radiogram you sent me. It had an urgent tone.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
It's rather an urgent matter. Here, look at this, Mr. Saunders. This bandage on my arm, it covers a wound. Bullet graze. I was shot at last night on deck.
Rex Saunders
By whom?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
I don't know who he is. He's followed me about the ship ever since we left Liverpool. He goes under the name of Charles Strickland, but he's only one of them. There are others. They want to kill me.
Rex Saunders
And just why do they want to kill you?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
They're after this valise, this brown one here. Oh.
Rex Saunders
What's in it?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Diamonds. Diamonds valued at $200,000. They're from the South African mines. I'm a courier for the Kent Diamond Syndicate. I'm delivering them to the New York client, Robert Johnson.
Rex Saunders
And, well, now you're safely in New York.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Oh, no. I won't be safe until the diamonds are delivered, till they're out of my possession.
Rex Saunders
That's rather a tight fixture in.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
You will help me?
Rex Saunders
Well, it's the least I can do for someone from home.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
I'm very grateful, Mr. Saunders.
Rex Saunders
Just what do you plan to do, Rex? Well, from what Ms. Allison's told us, Alec, it's apparent that her life is only in danger just as long as she has the diamonds in her possession. Well, she's going to hand that bag to me now. Right here in plain view.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
But, Mr. Saunders, where are we meet again?
Rex Saunders
I'll follow you outside the pier. You take a taxi to Johnson and Sommes. What street are they on?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
59th, 8. 42 west.
Rex Saunders
Very well. Now, you have your cab driver take you there and I'll hop into another taxi and follow directly after you. Alec. Yes? I want you to go aboard the Dragania and find out what you can about Charles Strickland.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Right.
Rex Saunders
Now, Miss Allison, you may hand me that bag.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Here you are.
Rex Saunders
Now, you go ahead, Ms. Allison.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
As you say, I'll wait for you at Johnson and Son.
Rex Saunders
Alec, forget what I told you about looking for information on Charles Strickland, huh? Forget? But why? Because there probably isn't any Charles Strickland.
Inspector Peter Black
Why?
Rex Saunders
But you go aboard the Dragania as planned while I trail the young lady. But about Charles Strickland. Do you mean Ms. Allison was lying to us? Precisely. I want you to find out what happened to the real Alison. The real Alison? Yes. While you were waiting for me here, I stopped in at the administration office and checked on the Treganius passenger list. There was only one Alison on that list, Alec. A Mr. Stephen Allison. With the brown bag in hand, I followed the attractive brunette along the crowded pier. It was obvious that her real name was not likely to be Alison. But there was nothing obvious about the game she was playing. I waited outside the pier until she got into a taxi and then I hailed the next cabin line. Where to, mister? That taxi ahead, please follow it when it pulls out. Okay, move over. Jump. This cab's taken. Hey, look, buddy, this gent flagged me first. Shut your trap. Get this heat moving your rod. He's got a rod, mister. Yeah? Shove off like I told you. Yeah, but look here, you better do as he says, driver. Hey, you're a smart boy. Thanks for the compliment. It ain't no compliment. It's a warning. Oh, don't get over smart. You're liable to end up with your face in a ditch. I take it you're referring to my encounter with Ms. Allison. Don't give me that Ms. Allison business. Where do you tie in with a Dan? I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. You know, playing too dumb can be worse than giving it to me. Too smart. Give me the bag. The one. The bag. The one you're trying to hide behind you. Oh, this? Oh, I'm sorry. I. I didn't know what you meant. Not much you didn't. All right, driver, pull up.
Announcer
Get out.
Rex Saunders
Smart tiger. Go on, get out. And remember what I told you. Stay out of this game. Or the next time you get tagged for a slab in the morgue. I not only lost the bogus Ms. Allison, but also the valuable little brown bag. I headed back to the pier to pick up Alec. Who do you suppose he was? I don't know, but I won't forget his face. Quickly. Well, anyway, we're sure he was one of the gang after the diamonds. And now they have what they were after. I wouldn't be too sure of that. What do you mean? He got the bag from you, didn't he? Yes, Alec, he got the bag all right. However, I managed to open it before I hopped into that cab. Hey, that was quick thinking on your part. You opened the valise, removed the diamonds and then hid them on yourself. Our ugly friend was left holding the bag. I wouldn't laugh, Alice. Why not? Well, the joke happens to be on us, huh? And. And it was played by the deceptive young lady. When I opened the bag, it was empty. Empty as a punctured water bucket. Oh, it would be. Ms. Allison used us as a faint. Alec, remind me never to trust a handsome woman again, will you? As if you. Listen, what did you find out about Stephen Allison? Well, the Dexter told me that Allison was a man of medium height, about 40, somewhat baldish. He was sick during the voyage and he remained in his stateroom throughout the entire trip. His door was constantly locked. Anything else? Yes, I was just getting to this. A very interesting piece of information. Allison had a frequent visitor. A young lady who I imagine fits the description of our brunette friend. Sears, Vivian. Sears. Vivian. Well, Ms. Sears at least told us the truth about her first name. Come along, Alec. Where to now? That phone booth just over there. Who are you calling? Police headquarters. Inspector Kelly is checking a matter for me. Inspector Kelly, please. Hello, Inspector? Inspector Rex Sanders. Oh, you have? Fine. 6 to 7 East 20th Street. Thank you very much. Yes, I'll call back later on the other tracer. 6 to 7 East 20th Street. What's that address? Perhaps $200,000 worth of diamonds. Why? I made a note of the license plate number on that cab that the mysterious Ms. Sears took when she left here. A police radio car located that taxi a few moments ago. According to the driver's trip schedule, Ms. Sears went from the pier directly to the house on 20th Street. The house on 20th street was a dilapidated brownstone which had been converted into a rooming house. The landlady recalled that an hour before our arrival, a young woman fitting Ms. Sears description had entered the house. I wonder whose room she went into. Well, the landlady says it was rented six months ago by a man named Vincent. That she'd only seen Vincent twice, and that a special lock was put on the door. It's that room at the end of the hall there. I have a feeling that we're walking headlong into some more trouble. This door isn't locked. Might be a trap. No one's in here. Well, look on the table here. It's valise. It was like the one Ms. Sears gave you. Yes, the mate. The one she kept. There's nothing in it. And here we are left holding an empty bag again. Now how will we ever find her or the diamonds? She certainly won't return here. Alec. I was wrong. Huh? There was someone in this room. What are you talking about? This body behind the couch. Oh, yeah. Help me turn him over on his back here. Who can he be? His photo in the passport I found in his pocket. Look. Yes, Tim, all right. What say his name is? This passport identifies him as Stephen Allison.
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Rex Saunders
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Rex Saunders
I phoned headquarters. The homicide crew, with all its equipment, came to the murder room on 20th street and began its usual relentless and scientific search for clues and leads in the shooting of Stephen Allison. After I completed my report to the detective lieutenant in charge, I left the brownstone house and walked across the street, where Alec waited for me in the car. I called Inspector Kelly as he asked, did the report come in? Yes. The driver of the cab you were in went directly to the police with his story. What did he say? Well, the mug who manhandled you forced the cab driver to take him up the west side Drive to 125th street, then across town to Lexington Avenue. Then he got out and disappeared in the Lexington Avenue subway. All right, Alec, we'll get the car started. Well, where to? 59th street, the West side of town. Was anything of special interest found in the murder room? Yes, several things, but so far, nothing conclusive. There were some cigarette butts in an ashtray. Homicide check with a pack which was in Allison's pocket. And they were a different brand. Evidently, those cigarettes in the tray were smoked by Ms. Sears. From the evidence, they weren't. They'll follow you.
Announcer
Right.
Rex Saunders
Well, there was no lip rouge traces on the cigarettes. And here's something else. An empty book of matches was found in an ashtray advertised a roadhouse in Baybrook, out on Long Island. A place called Holly Inn. In view of the fact that Both Allison and Ms. Sears both just arrived in the country this morning, it's unlikely that the matchbook was carried by either of them. I'm really confused. Am I? You? What about? Well, something else. Homicide uncovered they found a great number of particles under Alison's fingernails. They haven't tested them yet, but they're quite sure that the particles are metal filings. Most likely copper. I get a report on that later. But why would metal filings be under Allison's nails? He was a diamond courier. I'm not sure just what Allison was on the way uptown. I'm stopping off to send a cable to Scotland Yard. And then paying a call on Johnson and Sons to see what they can tell me about Stephen Allison.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Mr. Johnson will see you now, Mr. Thorn.
Rex Saunders
Thank you, Ms. Gaines.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Oh, you know my name?
Rex Saunders
Well, the receptionist Outside. Mention it. And I always make a point of remembering certain names for professional reasons. Well, you know what they say about all work and no play. By the way, mind if I borrow your matches for life?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Not at all. Yes, thank you. Keep them.
Rex Saunders
I forgot to tell you, Ms. Gaines, I also make a point of remembering telephone numbers.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
I think you do. You'd better go inside. Mr. Johnson's a busy man. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.
Rex Saunders
Mr. Johnson should know that some things are worth waiting for, Even telephone numbers.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
The door straight ahead.
Rex Saunders
Come in, Mr. Saunders. Come in. I won't take up much of your time, Mrs. Johnson. Oh, that's quite all right. You know about the murder of the courier Allison? The police were already here. They left just a short while ago. I thought the matter was settled. Settled? $200,000 worth of diamonds. Your diamonds are missing. Oh, you have it wrong, Mr. Saunders. I guess you haven't heard the latest. I guess I haven't. What are you trying to say? Merely that the police recovered my diamonds. They're in a safe in our ballroom. Where did they find the diamonds? Well, there was an auto accident up in Van Cortland Park. The diamonds were found in the wrecked car, and the. The police have the driver. Oh, yes. Yes, the police have her. A woman named Vivian Sears? Yes, the police said that was her name. They asked me questions about it, but I could tell them nothing. Well, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Johnson, I must run along. There are some questions I want to ask Ms. Sears. Well, I'm afraid that won't be possible. The Police tell me Ms. Sears is dead. She was killed in the accident. Miss Sears? Death wasn't an accident, Alec. I'm almost positive of it. But the police reported her death due to accidental causes. Well, just the same, I'm sure that the car she was in was forced off the road and down the hill in the park. According to the record, there was less than 5 gallons of gas in the car. If anyone is planning a long trip for a getaway, they'd be sure to be better stop for gasoline. No, Alec, it was no accident. You think she was killed by the same man who murdered Allison? Yes, I think so. Oh, you take the. The next right to Baybrook. The. The Holly Inn is about two miles this side of town. Next right, Rex. Yeah. I don't understand any of it. If Ms. Sears and Allison were murdered for the diamonds, which is the only logical reason why were the diamonds returned to their rightful owner. Alec, for the time being, we're going to have to abandon the logic in this case. Then where will we be? Perhaps on the right track. We'll eliminate the diamonds from the case. Eliminate the diamonds? Then what do we have? Scotland Yard's reply to my inquiry on Alison told us that Alison at one time was an engraver. Now, that fact fits in with the metal filings which were found under his fingernails. Yes. Doesn't fit too well when you consider that Alison abandoned his trade to act as a diamond courier over a year ago. Perhaps he didn't abandon his trade at all. You remember that the deck steward told you that Alison remained in his stateroom throughout the entire voyage? Yes. Well, he may have been spending his time aboard ship, engraving in secret. Engraving what? Well, I don't know, but something valuable enough to cost him and Ms. Sears their lives. And that brings me to the visit I'm making to the Holly Inn. The book of matches which were found in Alison's room advertised the inn. So did the book of matches I got from Evelyn Gaines, Ralph Johnson's secretary. Well, that may be only a coincidence. That may be, but the long arm of coincidence can be stretched only so fire like. And then it snaps back and somebody's bound to be caught in its grip. Alec waited outside in the car. I walked into the Holly Inn. It was a typical small roadhouse. There was a bar on one side and a row of dimly lit booths along the other. I walked along the booth side. And then a hand reached out and grasped my sleeve.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Hello.
Rex Saunders
That long arm of coincidence I told Alec about was working overtime. Evelyn Gaines pretty face came out of the dimness of the booth to smile at me.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Imagine meeting you here. Mr. Saunders.
Rex Saunders
Ms. Gaines. What a pleasant surprise.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Won't you sit down and join me in a drink, Rex?
Rex Saunders
I'm glad you asked me that question, miss.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Evelyn.
Rex Saunders
Evelyn, what brings you here? I thought you lived in town.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Oh, weren't you sure?
Rex Saunders
Frankly, I was sure.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
After business hours into.
Rex Saunders
Shall we stop playing the game?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
I was just beginning to enjoy it.
Rex Saunders
Your friends might object to your wasting time.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Oh, speaking of my friends, meet Al.
Rex Saunders
Move over, chum. You know, I have a feeling I've been through the same thing someplace before. It's the same shooter you feel in your rib. Smart tiger.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
He's all yours, Al. I'll be going along.
Rex Saunders
Yeah, sure. I'll be seeing you, Evelyn.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Goodbye, Rex. Thanks for the game.
Rex Saunders
Nice girl, Alula. You know, Al, ever since our encounter in the taxi yesterday, I've been looking forward to meeting you again. You and me both. Smart, tacky. Only this meeting you don't walk away from.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
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Rex Saunders
Consciousness flowed back into my brain on the tide of a low humming sound. And the tide swept in faster and faster. And the sound became certain and distinct. I was on the floor in the back seat of a car. I was sick. Everything in me hurt. Then I heard him whistle. And I knew who it was. A man called Al. Al Happy Al whistling while he worked. And I knew what his work for the night was going to be. A job named Rex Sanders. An auto accident. An accident like the one in which Vivian Sears was killed. But Al was going to have a hitch in this accident. I felt weak, but I could still move. I saw his head swinging from side to side and his thick neck swinging in time with his tune. I waited a moment to steady myself. Then I wrapped my arms around his throat. I pulled tighter. Tighter. He let go wheel. He let go the wheel. And his hands came up, claw at my arms. The car started to swerve crazily. I held onto him with all my strength. Al was going to have his accident, but he was going to have it my way. He was going to be in it with it. Here's to you, Evelyn.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
To both of us. Little Evie Gaines in raft junk.
Rex Saunders
And to our trip to England.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
And to Al. To Al Mason. Long may he rest in peace alongside
Rex Saunders
the dear departed Rex Saunders.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Too bad about Al dying in that accident, too. I wonder how he met.
Rex Saunders
No, my dear. We mustn't fret over alone. He served his purpose of ridding us of Alison and his lady friend, Vivian Sears. It's just as well. This way, my dear.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Alison did beautiful engraving, Ralphie. Very beautiful.
Rex Saunders
Oh, an accomplished artist. His last work Was a masterpiece. The fraud will never be detected. Everything's perfect. The printing, the paper, everything. The British public will be honored with the new and unofficial pound notes.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
The pound notes? Let's drink to the pound note.
Rex Saunders
And to my car down on the hold of this very fine vessel.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
You're terrific, Ralph. You think of everything.
Rex Saunders
It's kind of you to say so.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Who'd ever think of looking inside the tire tubes of your car for counterfeit money? Who'd ever think of it?
Rex Saunders
I'm sure most people wouldn't. Song has. You mind if Alec and I join your little celebration, Johnson? Perhaps we're intruding.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
You're dead.
Rex Saunders
Can't be.
Announcer
The paper said Al, and you were.
Rex Saunders
The papers were quite correct about Al's death and the accident. But the story of Mr. Saunders death was a bit exaggerated. A ruse I carried through with the cooperation of the police. And it paid off rather well for us. I permitted you to get this far, Johnson. So that I would be sure to stop the counterfeit money from being circulated in England. However, I must say that you had rather a neat plan. Manufacturing the pound notes in the States. And then taking them to England in the tires of your car. But murder always upsets the neatest of plan.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
I had nothing to do with the killings. They were all his idea.
Rex Saunders
Evelyn, don't be a fool. Don't you see they couch you anything?
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
I'm not gonna die for you. He did it. He had Al kill Allison because he was finished with him. Allison found out that he was gonna die when he finished the plate on the trip over. That's why he gave it to his girlfriend, Vivian Sears. It was all Johnson's idea. I had nothing to do with it.
Rex Saunders
Thank you for the confession, but it was quite unnecessary.
Glory
What?
Rex Saunders
Alec and I heard everything outside while you two were having your bon voyage toasts in here. And from what we heard, it wasn't difficult to put the pieces together. And speaking of bon voyage, there's another trip waiting. You two in a government launch cruising off the port side of this liner. It will take us all to the pier. Where a special delegation from the police department is waiting to extend a toast of welcome back.
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Inspector Peter Black
Chief Inspector Black?
Sergeant Moffat
Sergeant Maston here, sir. Call for you.
Inspector Peter Black
Anything important, Messton? I'm just about to go home.
Sergeant Moffat
No, no, sir. It's a man says he won't talk to anyone but you.
Inspector Peter Black
Put him on, will you?
Sergeant Moffat
Yes, sir. Chief Inspector will talk to you.
Rex Saunders
Hello?
Inspector Peter Black
Hello, are you there?
Sergeant Moffat
Tell the other chip to hang up.
Inspector Peter Black
All right, now. Who's speaking, please?
Sergeant Moffat
Hello, Peter? This is Mr. Roach.
Inspector Peter Black
Clive. How are you, old boy? We've been worried about you.
Sergeant Moffat
Awfully sorry I haven't been able to get in touch sooner. I found the head man.
Inspector Peter Black
Good work. Who is it?
Sergeant Moffat
Jackman.
Inspector Peter Black
Oh, wonderful.
Sergeant Moffat
Only two things wrong. I can't locate the narcotics and they just popped him off.
Inspector Peter Black
What? Who did it?
Sergeant Moffat
I don't know. Someone here, I think. Jackman's on the second floor. Bank, the room next to mine.
Inspector Peter Black
Are you there now?
Sergeant Moffat
Yes. They're up to something.
Inspector Peter Black
We better make our move then.
Sergeant Moffat
Right, but I want to warn you when you get here. All right, ducky. Keep it warm for me, eh? Tata.
Inspector Peter Black
Moffat.
Sergeant Moffat
Yes, sir.
Inspector Peter Black
Fetch a car, will you? Our inside man on the narcotics matter has located the leader. For over a year, Scotland Yard had been working on the case. It involved one of the cleverest and most sinister narcotics rings in the British Isles. We knew their methods, we knew some of their lesser members, but to date we had been unable to make an arrest. The phone call I had received was from a Flying Squad man. Clive Furness, using the name Roach, had been assigned the unenviable task of living in the neighborhood that harbored the scum and driftwood of London's underwear world. Ostensibly, he was one of them. And it was this fact which we had hoped would guide us to the leader of the organization. It took us quite some time to arrive at the dismal Cold water flattened Limehouse. The fog was very dense and the street lamps waged a valiant but futile battle against him. You can taste the filthy stuff, sir. Yes, I know. It's a fallacy, Muppet. There's not the slightest similarity to pea soup.
Mr. Caprillis
Wait a minute.
Inspector Peter Black
Did you hear something? A foghorn, sir? No, no, no, no. A woman. Sounded as though she were in pain, crying. Although I imagine there's a lot of pain down here, Moffat, and not all physical.
Rex Saunders
Come on.
Inspector Peter Black
Can you make out the numbers?
Commercial Announcer
That was 36 we just passed, sir.
Inspector Peter Black
Right. Landlord, sir? Yes,
Mr. Caprillis
yes.
Inspector Peter Black
Are you the landlord here?
Mr. Caprillis
Yes.
Inspector Peter Black
Scotland Yard,
Mr. Caprillis
sir.
Inspector Peter Black
We received a report there's been somebody done away with in your building.
Mr. Caprillis
Done away with? You got the wrong place.
Inspector Peter Black
The man named Jackman live here?
Mr. Caprillis
Not anymore.
Rex Saunders
Oh.
Mr. Caprillis
He moved away two days ago.
Inspector Peter Black
I should like to see his quarters, please.
Mr. Caprillis
You're the police. I got to show you upstairs.
Inspector Peter Black
You give me your name, please?
Mr. Caprillis
Caprilas.
Inspector Peter Black
Do you know where Mr. Jackman went?
Mr. Caprillis
No.
Inspector Peter Black
Does anyone else occupy the. Occupy the room now?
Mr. Caprillis
No.
Inspector Peter Black
Jackman moved away two days ago. And left his clothing.
Mr. Caprillis
That's right. I wouldn't let him take them. He owed me money for the flat. I told him to pay and I
Glory
would give his clothes to him.
Mr. Caprillis
Who tells you this? Somebody dead here.
Inspector Peter Black
You received a phone call at the Yard. It may have been from somebody in the building.
Mr. Caprillis
Must be a joke. Somebody called to make trouble.
Inspector Peter Black
How many rooms are there on this floor, Mr. Cabrillus?
Mr. Caprillis
Three.
Inspector Peter Black
Who occupies the one next to Mr. Jackman?
Mr. Caprillis
Nobody, huh.
Inspector Peter Black
How long has he been empty?
Mr. Caprillis
Two days ago.
Inspector Peter Black
What was the man's name?
Mr. Caprillis
I did not say it was a man.
Inspector Peter Black
Who was it, then? A man named Roach. We'll see. His room, please.
Rex Saunders
All right.
Inspector Peter Black
Your tenants move rather hurriedly and frequently, Mr. Capillus.
Mr. Caprillis
That's against the law.
Inspector Peter Black
Not at all. Merely an observation, Mr. Caprillius. You always leave the windows open in your vacant flats?
Mr. Caprillis
Sometimes if they smell, I leave them open.
Inspector Peter Black
And did Mr. Roach, was it, prefer a ladder to the stairs?
Mr. Caprillis
I was going to paint the building. You've seen enough. Nobody dead in here.
Inspector Peter Black
I hadn't expected to find anyone dead in here. Had you, Mr. Caprill? And in here, Mr. Caprioli?
Mr. Caprillis
Just a girl. You don't have to bother. She doesn't know anything. She's drunk all the time. Always drunk.
Inspector Peter Black
You can go downstairs, Mr. Cavillius. I'll see you in a few minutes.
Mr. Caprillis
You're wasting your time. It was the joke. Nobody dead in here.
Inspector Peter Black
Keep your eyes open.
Rex Saunders
Market.
Inspector Peter Black
You can watch the front door from the banister. See that nobody leaves. May I speak to you a moment, miss?
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Glory
What do you want?
Inspector Peter Black
There are one or two questions I should like to ask. May I come in?
Glory
Chairs broke? No, don't use the Bed all right and man broke it. Give me this bruise too. Have a drink, my friend. Gives me whiskey, too.
Inspector Peter Black
No, thank you.
Glory
I'll use a cup. I broke the glass. You remember when? Yesterday.
Inspector Peter Black
Maybe you know Mr. Jackman along the corridor.
Glory
Of course I did.
Inspector Peter Black
When was the last time that you saw him?
Glory
I don't remember. It was yesterday. Maybe the day before. I don't remember. Did you. Anyone ever drink? I don't like to drink alone. Sad. Lonely.
Inspector Peter Black
The report phoned into Scotland Yard this evening. And Mr. Jackman had been murdered here. Possibly in his room. Did you hear anything?
Glory
No, I'll never hear anything. I just live here. I mind my own business.
Inspector Peter Black
Have you been here during the whole evening?
Glory
Whole evening? Oh, yes, I've been here. I was going out for a bite with my friend, but he didn't turn up. I'm frightened. Go away. Leave me alone.
Inspector Peter Black
Why are you frightened?
Glory
Don't you know everybody? Everybody who's gonna have a baby once died. Who shot died too. It's lonely there.
Inspector Peter Black
There was another man on your floor, Mr. Roach.
Glory
I didn't know him.
Inspector Peter Black
I may want to talk to you again.
Mr. Caprillis
Would you give me your name, please?
Glory
My name? Glory. Just ask for Glory. Everybody in Lime Master knows Glory.
Inspector Peter Black
I heard you crying on the street before I came in here. Why have you been crying?
Glory
Wasn't me you heard. I got no reason to cry either. A little bit too much to drink. If you're finished, Mr. Placeman, you can go now.
Rex Saunders
Yeah, all right.
Inspector Peter Black
Will you do this for me? Don't be frightened. I know what has been going on here and I know how to stop it. Please call me when you feel even talk. All right, I'll go now.
Glory
Don't come.
Sergeant Moffat
Please.
Glory
Stay here with me. Lonely.
Inspector Peter Black
Here, take this.
Glory
No, I don't want your money. Not now. Stay with me, that's all. I'm frightened.
Inspector Peter Black
I'm sorry. If you wish, I'll leave a man outside.
Glory
Go on. That's right. Get out of it. You make me sick. You're nothing but a dirty copper. You're all alike. Get out.
Inspector Peter Black
I left the girl who in Somerset of Devon would have been so pretty, but in London's Limehouse was not but so frightened and unhappy that she had to remain intoxicated to tolerate living. I wondered who her friend was and why he gave her whiskey and where she fitted into the sordid picture of narcotics and murder. I arranged for a constable to stand on guard and return to the Yard with Muffet to await further word from our flying Squad man. Clive Furness, alias Mr. Roach. The ladder outside his room might have been his means of escape. You can go home if you want to, Marvin. No, sir, I'll wait. They were lying, both of them. The landlord, Caprillis, because he knows what's going on. And the girl, because she's afraid. I can't bring either one of them in. We have no proof. Either murder or narcotics. What I don't understand, sir, is how they covered the traces of Jackman's murder so quickly. I'm afraid. Muffet. Sir? I wonder. Ah, this may be Furnace. Chief Inspector Black. Oh, where. Yes, would you. Man's body has been found in an alley behind the boarding house. Martin Sergeant has the description. Yes, Sergeant, but are you sure? Oh, yes, I see. Yes, I'll come down. Thank you. Well, sir, not Jackman. The chap I rather liked. Detective Sergeant Furness. He's been murdered.
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Inspector Peter Black
Well, I don't imagine he suffered much. They had to put him out of the way quickly. They knew we were coming. What about his wife, sir? Are you going to tell her or will the Commissioner? I'll tell him, Muffet. In the morning. We're going back to the Limehouse now, is there? It's almost three. Would you be able to sleep, Muffet? No, sir. If you don't mind, I'll have a couple of pistols issued. All right, Moffat. I'll meet you at the car. Everything quiet, Constable? Oh, yes, Inspector. No one's gone in, no one's come out.
Rex Saunders
Right.
Inspector Peter Black
Your relief will be here in about an hour. Thank you, sir. Yes. She knows. This time she's going to tell us. Miss. Miss Glory.
Sergeant Moffat
I got the lights in.
Inspector Peter Black
Oh, that's torn it. I should have taken her in before. Come, Capilis. Where is the girl? Upstairs?
Mr. Caprillis
How should I know?
Inspector Peter Black
Up to now you seem to have been well aware of the movements of your tenants.
Mr. Caprillis
Maybe she went out. Maybe she likes to walk at night.
Inspector Peter Black
There is a constable on duty outside. He says that no one left here.
Mr. Caprillis
Now, you think she's dead like you think. Jackman's dead. Look, somebody's playing a joke with you. Nobody's dead. Why don't you leave me alone?
Inspector Peter Black
You lied about Mr. Roach.
Mr. Caprillis
I don't lie.
Inspector Peter Black
He was found dead tonight in an alleyway near here.
Mr. Caprillis
So?
Inspector Peter Black
Mr. Roach is the man who phoned me about Jackman. He used the telephone in this building. Until tonight. He was living here. You've been lying.
Mr. Caprillis
I don't lie. He moved away two days ago. Maybe he come back tonight to see a friend. I'm just the landlord. I don't spy.
Inspector Peter Black
Let me try, sir. I'm only a Sergeant Muppet. Take your hands off him.
Mr. Caprillis
Sorry, sir.
Inspector Peter Black
Capilius. You are to stay here. If you attempt to leave, you'll be placed under arrest immediately.
Rex Saunders
Why?
Mr. Caprillis
Why should I go away? This is where I live.
Inspector Peter Black
An investigation of the house showed us that someone had used a skylight leading to the roof in order to escape the building unnoticed. Our case now rested on evidence only the girl could supply at the Yard. I sent out a general alarm for her, then took to my office couch for an hour or two's rest. When I awoke, the first thing that I did was to go to Detective Sergeant Clive Furness home. His wife took the tragic news rather wonderfully, and I knew that in their marriage, Furness had been a most fortunate man. When I returned to the Yard, I learned that Jackman's body had still not been found. Therefore, I ordered the River Police to drag the Thames in an effort to recover it. There was still no word of the girl. I decided to go to Limehouse and try once more to question Caprilas.
Mr. Caprillis
Why? What question? I answered last night. What? You asked why.
Inspector Peter Black
We think that you know what happened to Mr. Roach and to Jackman.
Mr. Caprillis
Roach? I told you. Jackman moved away two days ago. He owed me money. I told you. You don't believe me? Why don't you ask him?
Inspector Peter Black
Him?
Mr. Caprillis
Mr. Jack. He come back this morning, paid his money. I give him the key to his room. There's nobody dead here.
Inspector Peter Black
He's upstairs now. As I walked upstairs, I carried with me the sight of his insolent and toothy smile and the expression in his hard, dark eyes that told me he thought he was making a fool mean at the Yard. There could be no mistake. If it was Jackman, Criminal Records Office had a complete dossier with photographs of him which I had studied. Scotland Yard, the police. You are Mr. Jackman?
Rex Saunders
That's me.
Inspector Peter Black
What happened to you last night?
Sergeant Moffat
Last night?
Inspector Peter Black
It's rather personal, isn't it? Murder is personal, Mr. Jackman.
Vivian Sears / Evelyn Gaines
Murder?
Inspector Peter Black
I don't follow you, Mr. Roach. Your neighbor called the Yard and stated that you'd been killed. Hey, Dotty. I look dead.
Mr. Caprillis
Where have you been?
Inspector Peter Black
I was asked to leave three days ago, Acapunzia. Last night I made a sweep. White City Greyhounds. I paid Mr. Caprillis and I'm back at home. Sweet. And you have witnesses to swear to your statement? I can find him if you want. You may have to. Mr. Jackman. Good morning. Before his death, Furness had told us that Jackman was the leader of the narcotics ring. But an arrest on those charges necessitated the discovery of narcotics on the person of the principal, a task which at this point in our investigation seemed to me an impossibility. I determined, therefore, to take grim advantage of the murder of Clive Furness and if I could find proof, arrest Jackman and Capillas on that more serious charge. In order to accomplish this, I left instructions with the men guarding the rooming house and returned to the Yard. At 6 o' clock that evening, word came that my plan was succeeding. Jackman and Capillis had left the house and were being followed by two Flying Squad men. At 8, my phone rang.
Sergeant Moffat
Yes, Inspector, Sergeant Meston here. The young woman on the phone wants to speak to someone. Came to see her in Limehouse last night. I think it's your call, sir.
Inspector Peter Black
Yes, it is. Messton. Put her through.
Sergeant Moffat
All right, miss.
Inspector Peter Black
Hello?
Glory
Are you the one?
Inspector Peter Black
Ms. Glory?
Glory
Yes. Tis you, isn't it?
Inspector Peter Black
Where are you?
Glory
I'm at Regent street too. They're following me.
Inspector Peter Black
What happened to you?
Glory
I ran away because I was afraid. I knew I saw what happened last night. Now they found me. I'm afraid.
Inspector Peter Black
Stay where you are. We have men following them and I'll be there as soon as I can.
Glory
I came down from the street. They know I'm here. I can't stay. What shall I do?
Inspector Peter Black
Hold on. Moffat, radio cars in vicinity of Regent Street Cube. We found the girl. She's in the station. Jackman and Caprillis followed her, as I thought they would.
Sergeant Moffat
Right, sir.
Glory
Inspector, what shall I do? Some shooting.
Inspector Peter Black
There'll be more help in a minute or two. Now, stay in the light. Stay near to people.
Glory
You don't understand. I stole it from them and now they're after me. I'm afraid they'll catch.
Inspector Peter Black
Inspector Black. Yes? Inspector Rosel. We followed them down here as you said. They let us see the girl. They opened fire, hit one of our men and the girl. We've trapped them. Somewhere in the tunnel. Where is she? On the seat over there. She doesn't have the narcotics with her. Afraid there's not much we can do for hers. See that she gets to the hospital as soon as possible. Yes. Come on, Moffat. They're about 200 yards in, sir. We haven't gone in yet. They're armed, so we men at the other station.
Sergeant Moffat
Yes, sir.
Inspector Peter Black
Waiting for guns before they come this way.
Sergeant Moffat
Right.
Inspector Peter Black
Constable, keep the tunnel entrance clear. I imagine they stopped the train, sir. I hope so. In an awkward position of the heaven.
Mr. Caprillis
Hide that pillar there.
Glory
Yes.
Mr. Caprillis
Yes.
Inspector Peter Black
Jackman. Gabrilis. We are armed. We want you for the murder of Clive Furnace. Jackman, sir.
Sergeant Moffat
Oh,
Inspector Peter Black
Muppet. Just my leg, sir.
Rex Saunders
I'll be all right.
Inspector Peter Black
Be careful, sir. You were a filthy dog, Caprillis. I hope it hurt. I sent Moffat to the hospital in the ambulance that couldn't move the girl. Her spine had been broken. She was dying on a bench in the station, still conscious and strangely, not afraid anymore.
Glory
Hello?
Rex Saunders
Hello?
Inspector Peter Black
Can you answer one or two questions for me now?
Glory
Yes.
Inspector Peter Black
Why did they kill Mr. Roach? Because they knew he was a policeman.
Glory
They weren't sure till they set the
Inspector Peter Black
trap for him by pretending to kill Jackman.
Glory
Yes. Mr. Roach went to the phone to call someone. They listened, heard him talking to the police. It was Mr. Jackman killed him. I saw it.
Inspector Peter Black
Why didn't you tell me this before?
Glory
I was frightened. I stole, you know.
Inspector Peter Black
Narcotics.
Glory
Yes. I stole it from them. You'll find it in the mattress of my bed. They said they'd kill me if they found out I stole it. Now they can't.
Inspector Peter Black
All right. Thank you, Gloria.
Rex Saunders
Don't talk anymore.
Glory
Mister. In my purse there's a pound note.
Rex Saunders
Yes.
Glory
If I die, will you send me some flowers? The sort you'd buy for a girl.
Inspector Peter Black
I bought her the flowers the next morning, but I couldn't go to her funeral because they buried my friend Detective Sergeant Clive Furness that afternoon. Pursuit, and the pursuit is ended.
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Podcast: Case Closed! (Old Time Radio)
Episode: Private Files of Rex Saunders and Pursuit
Date: March 25, 2026
Host: RelicRadio.com
Stories Aired:
This episode of Case Closed! features two classic crime dramas from radio’s golden age. First up is "Done to Death" from The Private Files of Rex Saunders, followed by “Pursuit of the Limehouse Killers” from Pursuit. Both stories plunge listeners into the worlds of detectives and crime-fighters, facing shadowy adversaries in complex cases involving murder, deception, and international intrigue.
The episode showcases the cynicism, sharp wit, and methodical approach of radio’s crime-solvers, delivering suspenseful storytelling rich with memorable moments and quotes.
A seemingly straightforward case involving a jewel courier quickly escalates into a murder mystery involving deceit, counterfeit currency, and an international criminal scheme.
Inspector Peter Black of Scotland Yard is drawn into a deadly pursuit of a Limehouse narcotics gang after the inside man is murdered in the shadows of London’s underworld.
The dialogue brims with classic noir flair—wry, cynical, and taut. Both stories present labyrinthine plots, hardboiled detectives, and dark humor. The atmosphere is thick with tension, confusion, and the moral ambiguities of crime-solving in the radio era.
This episode is a master class in old-time radio crime storytelling, blending intrigue, double-crosses, and rich character work. Packed with dramatic twists, sly wit, and potent emotional beats, it delivers a window into the master detectives of yesteryear and the seamy worlds they navigated.
For listeners seeking suspense, wit, and the shadowy corridors of crime, this episode is a must-hear showcase of golden age radio at its finest.