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Choice Classic Radio Host
Welcome to Choice Classic Radio where we bring to you the greatest old time radio shows like us on Facebook. Subscribe to us on YouTube and thank you for donating@ChoiceClassicRadio.com the National Broadcasting Company presents the Adventures of Sam Spade Detective.
Ms. Bergamot
Sam spade detective agency. Ms. Bergamot. Oh, Ms. Bergamot, I'm so sorry, but Mr. Spade isn't in. He ought to be back any moment. However, that is if you wish to employ him. This is his secretary, Ms. Perrine. Well, as a matter of fact, Ms. Perrine. Oh, he'll be available. I know the matter he's attending to is just is purely routine. What he calls a humdrum number. Humdrum? Well, it's the private detective version of babysitting. You see, all Mr. Spade had to do was sit on a chair for 24 hours. And that's why I say he'll be back any minute. His last words to me were take anything. So if you desire his nervous. I do not desire Mr. Spade's services. As a matter of fact, he's using mine. What? I'm his nurse at the Harbor Emergency Hospital.
Narrator
Nurse, another shot, please. This time, bourbon.
Ms. Bergamot
Quietly, Mr. Spade. He's coming along quite nicely. The bullet didn't enter the cranium at all.
Narrator
Bullet?
Ms. Bergamot
Cranium. Both. Mr. Spade wants to. But I refuse.
Narrator
Nurse, I refuse. But Ms. Nightingale, I am FF Wonder Girl.
Ms. Bergamot
Sam. Oh, Sam.
Narrator
Dry those big brown eyes, Cherub. Fluff up the sofa and spread out some lamp for me to lay my poor bullet ridden head on. In practically no time at all, I'll be staggering in to gasp out a humdrum report on the Kimberly Cross caper.
Choice Classic Radio Host
For NBC. William Speer, radio's outstanding producer, director of mystery and crime drama, brings you the greatest private detective of a In the Adventures of Sam Spade.
Narrator
Hospital Smiling. Have to break down your whole constitution. Give you fits.
Ms. Bergamot
Ah, Sam.
Narrator
Who else?
Ms. Bergamot
Oh, Sam, you look like the drummer man in the spirit of 76.
Narrator
Nothing. Nothing, nothing. As you know, angel, no profession is without its hazards. Least of all this tawdry one of ours.
Choice Classic Radio Host
Pal.
Narrator
Sit down now.
Ms. Bergamot
Oh, yes, Sam.
Narrator
Now may I put my poor wounded head in your lap? Comfy.
Patricia Conroy
Poor Sam.
Narrator
They're stupid too. Honey, what's senon? Hey. New filling. High toos, huh? Date? Fill it in. To G.J. runcible, claims manager, Sunset Indemnity Company. From Samuel Spade, license number 137596. The Kimberly Cross Caper. Dear Mr. Runcible, it's just as well for private investigators that we have no way of knowing. By the way a job starts, how it's going to end. I remember once I went beating the bushes for a mad dog killer and ended up playing Monopoly with him in a hotel room for six hours. And I remember, too, the time I agreed to take a box of homemade candy to an old lady wound up with a double murder in a case of arson. Yours, Mr. Runcible, belong to this species. Spade. G.J. runcible, Sunset Indemnity. You available? Maybe. What'd you have? Are you. Are you not available, Mr. Spade? Answer yes or no.
George
Yes.
Narrator
Yes. How much? 50 a day, expenses.
Johnny Stroud
Right.
Narrator
I've got a job for you next 24 hours. All you gotta do is sit on a chair and keep your eyes on something beautiful. Sounds keen. Might call it a babysitting job. Oh, who is she? Kimberly Cross. Pretty. Like a quarter of a million dollars. Oh, rich too. She's on exhibit at the Burgundorf Galleries on Sutter Street. She's on exhibit. Get over right away. Well, I better check with Mr. Burgndorf personally and then see Johnny Stout, our company man. He'll give you instructions. Fine. Now. Now, why don't you tell me what we're.
George
Hello?
Narrator
Hello? That always happens on page six. Mr. Burgundor. Mr. Burgendorf. You.
Mr. Burgendorf
Sorry. Sorry, sir. The exhibit officially does not until 9am begin.
Narrator
As you see, it's 8:45. I won't charge you, Mr. Bergendorf. I won't charge you. You can bring out the baby anytime now. Mr. Runcible of the Sunset Indemnity sent me here.
Mr. Burgendorf
My credentials, Mr. Speight.
Narrator
You are Mr. Speight? I am, yes. Now, what's with this Kimberly Cross?
Mr. Burgendorf
To a single horse gallery such as mine comes such an honor only once.
Narrator
Y.
Mr. Burgendorf
Today only Bergendorf's is with Tiffany's in the same class.
Narrator
Here, here. Huh?
Mr. Burgendorf
This picture of Kimberley Cross.
Narrator
Yeah.
Mr. Burgendorf
14 stones, all blue white. Eight down, six across. Total $268,000 plus 20% tax.
Narrator
Oh, jewelry.
Mr. Burgendorf
To call this jewelry is to call Elizabeth Taylor. A garden variety tomato is a crown jewel from Thuringia. Mr. Spade really is part of a state of a dead duke. Is price tag $268,000 plus.
Narrator
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Where is it involved?
Mr. Burgendorf
Time lock comes nine o'clock on the nose. She opens then.
Narrator
Yeah, the exhibit begins.
Johnny Stroud
Yeah.
Narrator
There's a company man here from the insurance outfit, isn't there?
Mr. Burgendorf
Johnny Stroud.
Narrator
Oh, where is he?
Mr. Burgendorf
He's working concealed. This man Stroud undercover. Clever stuff, huh? You see parked at curb across the street, autobus.
Narrator
Oh. Oh, yeah. Department of Public Health, City and County of San Francisco. What?
Mr. Burgendorf
Anti tuberculosis campaigns pardon is giving to public for free gratis. 1x ray per citizen for chest cavity.
Patricia Conroy
Oh.
Narrator
Chest X ray.
Mr. Burgendorf
Handily parking opposite the Burgendorf gallery. So inside Mr. Strout can take for himself a plant. Get it?
Narrator
Clever. Clever. The free gratis autobus for chest X rays was a square end job, complete with a reception compartment, X ray machine and attendant. The latter a sincere type with horn rimmed glasses and white starched blouse. I use the word sincere advisedly since he was at the moment doing a selling job on Johnny Strahd.
George
You know what I always say, Stroud?
Johnny Stroud
What do you always say, George?
George
You never can tell about a cough. You never, never know. You see? You see right there.
Johnny Stroud
I got a cold.
George
Maybe eight to five. It's only a cold, but five to eight. Oh, let me take a picture now. No charge, no pain, no dice.
Johnny Stroud
Go away, go away. Oh, spade.
Narrator
Yeah, good, good. Come on in.
Johnny Stroud
Come on in the bar City. We're sending you up. Plenty of room back here.
George
You realize you're standing right in front of my X ray machine?
Johnny Stroud
We'll move when you get a customer.
George
Customers, yes. Where are they? Where are those chests? If people only knew that 8 to 5. It may be a cold then.
Johnny Stroud
Did Runcible brief you on this spade?
Narrator
Yeah, it was brief, all right. How do you make it? 14 vulgar sized diamonds looking for a buyer. Sunset Indemnity ensuring Burgundorff against loss during the 24 hours they're on his hands.
Johnny Stroud
That's two for you.
Narrator
That's two against me, too. Oh. Like why does Sunset Indemnity need outsider help when they have you? And why are you playing like a movie dick when the sensible thing to do is to sit down next to the exhibit with both eyes open and a rod under your arm?
Johnny Stroud
What are you doing, George?
George
I'm testing my machine. Don't let me interfere with you.
Johnny Stroud
George doesn't like me.
Narrator
I see that.
Johnny Stroud
Well, I guess the boss left out one item, Sam.
Narrator
A tip. Yeah, yeah.
Johnny Stroud
Last night some schmo called him around midnight and got him out of bed. Oh, Runcible's. A pessimist, you know. When Sunset Indemnity's on the line for a quarter of a million, he tends to get jumpy.
Narrator
Who had the tip?
Johnny Stroud
Anonymous.
Narrator
They all are.
Johnny Stroud
Right from the oat bin, the guy says somebody's gonna take a run and jump at the Kimberley Cross while it's at Burgundor's. Needless to say, for the balance of the night, Principal does not sleep. So today we got reinforcements. Georgie.
Narrator
Yes.
Johnny Stroud
I'm going to leave you now, George, to take my post across the street while Mr. Speed.
Narrator
Hey, wait a minute, Johnny. Hmm? Look. Look. In front of Burgundor's, the dame. The dame. To paraphrase Bergendorf, calling her a dame was like calling the Kimberley Cross a hunk of jewel. That's not what interested me. At least not right then. She was walking back and forth in front of Burgendorf's like a kid at the dentist door trying to get up the nerve to push the button. Quoting from my notes, it says 9:02am Girl, 5ft 2, blonde, early 20s, gray tweed suit. Spent a few indecisive minutes in front of Burgundor's, finally went in. She came out almost immediately. Started west on Sutter, then evidently saw a patrol officer approaching on same side of street, hurriedly crossed toward our post in Public Health Department mobile unit number two and entered.
Patricia Conroy
Hello.
George
Well, good morning. Good morning.
Patricia Conroy
Am I too early for the.
George
Oh, you're just in time. First customer of the day.
Narrator
There.
George
Let's see now. Name?
Patricia Conroy
Martin.
George
Martin. First Name?
Ms. Bergamot
Bernice.
George
Address?
Patricia Conroy
8 2-6.
Narrator
She wasn't a very good liar. While she was telling him her name was Bernice Martin, filled with a leather handbag with the initials PC on it, big enough to read from across the street. George filled the form out, then moved her around to the machine. By now, the cop she was ducking and walked by and turned the corner.
Patricia Conroy
Shall I.
Narrator
No, no.
George
It won't be necessary to take off your coat.
Patricia Conroy
Is this all right?
George
That's good. Stand right there. Hold still.
Narrator
Now.
George
Take a deep breath.
Narrator
Hold it there.
George
That's all there is to it. You're doing a wise thing, lady.
Patricia Conroy
You think so?
George
Certainly. Eight to five. It's only a cold, but five to eight, you never, never know. Here's your stub with your number on it. We'll notify you in a few days.
Patricia Conroy
Thank you.
George
Thank you.
Narrator
Whereupon Ms. PC hustled down to the corner and into a drugstore. Five minutes later, she still hadn't come out. Stroud was beginning to champ at the bit.
Johnny Stroud
So what, Sam?
Narrator
So she's worried. She's ducking cops. She's using a phony name or her girlfriend's hand.
Johnny Stroud
Look, I'm going.
Narrator
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'm sure I've seen her somewhere before. Where? I don't know, but I think it was around headquarters.
Johnny Stroud
Now, who's playing movie dick? Look, it's 10 after 9. I'll go over and settle down next to the vulgar diamonds. And you make yourself comfy with Georgie.
George
If I get busy, out you go.
Johnny Stroud
Keep your eyes on the customers going in and out. There's a good loud burglar alarm over the door there. You can hear in the block of what? You see what I mean?
Narrator
It's good and lousa. Holy cow. Stroud took the gallery and I set sail for the corner drugstore, pulling up in 20 seconds flat. She was gone, of course. The druggist was at the fountain mixing a Coke, which he spilled when I reached across and grabbed him by the lapels. Blonde, you say? Yeah, yeah. Young, gray suit. Hmm. I. I told you, Jack, she just came in here. I know. What do you want to know about her? What'd she do, telephone? No, she was just like you. Asked me about a guy. What guy? Larry Galliano, his name is. Wanted to know if I'd seen him come by this morning. Who's he? I don't know. Did she describe him? Didn't have to. His picture's on page one of the morning paper. Here, take a look. It was no time to dawdle, but I gave it 10 seconds. Larry Galliano, a one time gas station stick up artist, had just been released from Quentin after doing five years. On the way across the street to Burgendorf's, it came back to me where I'd seen her standing outside the court room crying when they sentenced him five years ago.
Johnny Stroud
Over here, Sam.
Narrator
Yeah? Oh, no. Burgundor, huh? Yeah, yeah.
Johnny Stroud
Shot from behind the stones, needless to say.
Narrator
Sure.
Johnny Stroud
Maybe you were right about that day.
Narrator
No, no, she didn't have time. Someone was hiding in here waiting for Bergendorf to open up this morning.
Johnny Stroud
How'd he get out?
Narrator
Well, there must be a back door in this joint.
Johnny Stroud
I'll check it. The phone's on the desk. Wake up Lieutenant Dundee, huh?
Narrator
Right. How he'll love it too. Two of us holding hands across the street while. Stroud. Johnny Stroud. Look, look, it's me, Burgndorf. Sam Spade. He's checking the back door. Who did it?
Mr. Burgendorf
Oh, double cross, double cross me Wanted it all.
Narrator
Who? Who you talking about? It was as plain as a man in his condition could have made it obvious to anyone with average intelligence. But for stupid Sam, it was still a long voyage home.
Choice Classic Radio Host
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Narrator
It was a pretty selfish trick, but I left Johnny Stroud at the Bergendorf Gallery to play Porcheesi with Dundee and company, knowing in advance pretty much how the patter was going to run. Then called the Chronicle and found the picture of Larry Galliano had been taken yesterday as they walked out of a fleabag on Mission street called the Aeolian Hotel. Yeah, Galliano. Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, sure. I know him.
Johnny Stroud
Stayed here night before last until I found out about him.
Narrator
Oh, found out what? That he was an ex con.
Johnny Stroud
This here is a respectable joint place, a house, mister. We don't cater to felons, Mr. Miners or any other members of the demon d mond.
Mr. Burgendorf
Yes, indeed.
Johnny Stroud
So when I found where Galliano come from.
Narrator
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Now look, did he give you a forwarding address?
Patricia Conroy
I don't know.
Narrator
Let me see, son. Yes.
Johnny Stroud
Oh, yeah. Christopher Apartments on Jones. See, you're in luck, young man. Yeah, my girlfriend's landlady over there.
Narrator
Now looky here.
Johnny Stroud
Don't you sweet talker.
Patricia Conroy
Nam.
Ms. Bergamot
Out of the way, boy, out of the way.
Narrator
Look, all I want, madam, is one moment of your time.
Ms. Bergamot
I already told you, boy, I don't know no guy at all. Never heard of him. Pull up so I don't want to hear from him.
Narrator
Well, wait a minute now, will you just take a look at.
Ms. Bergamot
One side, boy, one side.
Narrator
No time for anything. Well, Mrs. Landlady, I'm afraid you've lost out. What? Yeah, you were in line to wearing a bagless vacuum cleaner, you know. Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Ms. Bergamot
Wait a minute, Curly.
Narrator
Wait a minute.
Ms. Bergamot
What you want to know, bud?
Narrator
Yes. Well, this Galliano just might be Using another name. Now, this is his picture right here. Yes, now I will rephrase my question. Has he been around?
Ms. Bergamot
Nope.
Narrator
I see. Landlady.
Ms. Bergamot
Well, do I win?
Narrator
Oh, I am sorry, but stand by for the giant jackpot.
Ms. Bergamot
Is it electric?
Narrator
I patted her cheek, made a detour around her and left, figuring to check with the parole board. But as I was climbing into the cab in front of the building, a stray thought hit me and I went back to the doorway and cased the name plates again, this time for someone with the initials I'd remembered seeing on the blonde's handbag. PC I did better. Patricia Conroy was living in apartment 402. I buzzed four times, then tried the door. It was open. I gave the living room and bedroom a fast to, moved on to the kitchen and cased a hamper full of laundry on the back porch. Result. Nil. I'd about decided I was in the wrong apartment when I noticed something that changed my mind. A crumpled up envelope in a waste paper basket in the living room with today's date on it marked Western Airlines Flight 6 to Los Angeles. Passenger LP Galliano. I had the phone in one hand and a finger on the dial when.
Patricia Conroy
Put it down.
Narrator
Huh? Oh.
Patricia Conroy
Are you gonna put the phone down or do I have to shoot?
Narrator
You mean there's no third choice?
Patricia Conroy
Put it down.
Narrator
Sure. Now what?
Patricia Conroy
Sit down. You'll be here for a while, huh? His plane lands at Burbank in a half hour. If you have any dates between now and 4:30, forget them.
Narrator
Mm. Mind if I smoke?
Patricia Conroy
Go ahead.
Narrator
You know, this is pretty heavy handed stuff for Anage.
Patricia Conroy
You know, I've grown up a lot in the last two days.
Narrator
Not enough, honey. Or if you wouldn't be stooging for Galliano. You can't run away from this kind of a rap, you know.
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Patricia Conroy
48 hours. That's how long Larry's been out of the pen.
Narrator
Well, he didn't waste any time getting back in Shrine.
Patricia Conroy
Look, what's your name?
Narrator
Spade.
Patricia Conroy
Spade. What if I told you Larry Galliano had nothing to do with it, I.
Narrator
Might give you quite an argument.
Patricia Conroy
And I don't feel like arguing, so I'll just tell you.
Narrator
Good.
Patricia Conroy
Someone offered him the job at Burgundorf's the day he got out. Larry thought it was legitimate until he heard a couple of things by accident.
Narrator
Like what?
Patricia Conroy
Like getting hired to play fall guy in a phony robbery.
Narrator
You mean Bergendorf was in?
Patricia Conroy
Sure. Until this morning. They figured Larry would be a handy guy to have hanging around with his big fat prison record when the diamonds disappeared. That's what he told me. And I believe him. I love him. Whether or not you believe or love me or him, I do not care. I also do not care what kind of a rap you pin on me when this is all over. All I want is time enough to do a couple of errands. Now, hoist it out of that chair and put it down in the closet. There. You hear what I said?
Narrator
Yes, ma'. Am. I was wrong. She was no ingenue. Happily, the closet had a light in it. So I settled down on a hatbox and read some old copies of mademoiselle until 5:30 when I heard the door close. What with soundproof outside walls, no window, a double slab door with a lock she thoughtfully filled with gum. It was almost seven when I got back to my office. The next move, of course, was to call Lt. Dundee and Wise up the Los Angeles police on Galliano. I picked up the phone and put it down four times. There was no use kidding myself. The yarn she told was pretty wild. But there was something about the way she told it, and I believed her in here.
George
You remember me this morning, George? The technician from the X ray mobile unit?
Narrator
Yeah. George, what's on your mind?
George
Funny. That girl, 34 chest. You remember the blonde?
Narrator
Oh, yeah. I remember very well, George. What about the blonde?
George
Well, I, I tried to call her. Operator says there's no such number. And the company has no record of a Bernice.
Narrator
She was using a phony moniker, George. Her name's Patricia Conroy. Ah.
George
Now, why would she do that?
Narrator
Well, a girl's got to be careful, you know.
George
She does, for sure.
Narrator
How come?
George
How come? I, I, I, I kind of took an interest in her case, you know, I, I rushed the pictures through as soon as we closed up tonight. She's an incipient case. Oh, yes. I wanted to wise her up right away. You see here?
Narrator
Oh, this is.
George
No, no. This one's Johnny Stroud. I took it when he wasn't looking. Told him I was testing. He was right at that Nothing wrong with him. But I always say you never, never.
Narrator
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. How about the girl? How about. How about the girl?
George
Cold. Oh, yes, yes. Here.
Johnny Stroud
Now.
George
Now, look, you. You see this shadowy part here?
Narrator
Yeah. Hey, wait a minute. I wasn't looking at the shadow part. I was looking at something at the left side of the picture, right where the inside coat pocket would be. The clear black outline of the Kimberly Cross.
George
You mean she had the.
Narrator
Yeah, yeah. Give me the phone.
George
Well, I thought it was one of those clip gimmicks the girls wear on the phone. The phone.
Narrator
Oh, Spade.
Johnny Stroud
Johnny Stroud.
Narrator
Look, I got news for you.
Johnny Stroud
I got news for you, too. I spotted that blonde again.
Narrator
Where?
Johnny Stroud
In a bar on Carney street talking to guess who.
Narrator
You mean Galliano?
George
Who's he?
Narrator
Never mind. Never mind. Who was she drinking with?
Johnny Stroud
Papadopoulos. The biggest jewelry fence on the coast.
Narrator
Where are you now?
Johnny Stroud
Outside her apartment. Jones near Post, I think. The numbers.
Narrator
I'll be up in five minutes.
Patricia Conroy
Look, like I told you, I don't want to argue.
Johnny Stroud
She says she doesn't want to argue, Sam.
Narrator
Too bad. Too bad. I. I don't mind telling you, I'm a little burned up. Baby, I fell for that line you handed me this afternoon. I. I didn't even mind sitting in your closet for two hours.
Johnny Stroud
Ah, what's that?
Narrator
Sure, she's got a.32 tucked away here somewhere. Had me looking up the barrel while she dished out a lot of. Who's got the cross, honey? You or Galliano?
Patricia Conroy
We don't know anything about it.
Johnny Stroud
Then what were you doing in that bar with Papadopoulos?
Patricia Conroy
Larry said whoever had it would try to move it through him. I thought I could get to him, but I was wrong. How does that sound?
Narrator
What do you think?
Patricia Conroy
Look, I walked into Burgendorf's this morning.
Narrator
Why'd you run out?
Patricia Conroy
The vault was open, furniture was overturned, and Burgendorf didn't answer when I called. I figured it was a setup for Larry to check in, and he was on his way, so. So it does sound phony.
Narrator
Doesn't.
Johnny Stroud
Sure does, honey.
Patricia Conroy
I. I don't lie. I guess I could make up a better story than that.
Narrator
Oh, you're doing great. Why'd Larry blow Tom?
Patricia Conroy
You need a diagram? He was scared. What chance is the next convict when it's his story against someone else's?
Johnny Stroud
What did you do with the.32 in.
Patricia Conroy
The drawer over there?
Narrator
Now, here's the big question, honey.
Patricia Conroy
I can't tell you anything else.
Narrator
Where are the diamonds?
Ms. Bergamot
How do I know.
Patricia Conroy
How do I know?
Narrator
Look, you're a real modest girl, Patricia. As a liar, you're sensational.
Patricia Conroy
I'm not lying. Oh, believe me.
Narrator
You had the Kimberly Cross in your INS when you came into the wagon this morning.
Patricia Conroy
What are you talking about?
Narrator
I'll get it. The X ray, baby. Take a look. You asked for a diagram. There it is, in your inside left pocket.
Patricia Conroy
Wait a minute.
Narrator
Hello?
George
Mr. Spade?
Narrator
Yeah.
George
This is George, the technician. Again.
Patricia Conroy
This is all wrong.
Narrator
Hold it, George.
Johnny Stroud
Let me see that.
Patricia Conroy
I don't have any inside pockets. Look, I'm wearing the suit right now.
Narrator
Hold it, George. What is it?
George
I got to worrying about that print of Ms. Conroy's. The incipient case. 34 chest.
Narrator
Yeah, what about it?
George
I called the lab and they checked again. It's a mistake, Mr. Spade. A switch. It belongs to someone else.
Narrator
Who?
George
Johnny Stroud.
Narrator
Oh. Oh, well. Well, George, you won't have to worry about making more extra prints. What? The ones you have will do. Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot, George. George is getting worried.
Johnny Stroud
Extra prints?
Narrator
Yeah. Yeah, I had him run off a batch. Evidence trial, DA's office, you know. Now, let's take her in, huh?
Johnny Stroud
Just a minute.
Patricia Conroy
This is crazy. I have no inside pocket.
Narrator
You wouldn't argue with a picture, would you, honey? Give me the gun, Johnny. We'll take her in together.
Johnny Stroud
No, no, wait. I want to settle something else.
Narrator
Johnny, you're. You're pointing that thing at me. It might go off. Yeah.
Johnny Stroud
Yeah, it might at that.
Narrator
What's eating you, Johnny?
Patricia Conroy
I know what's eating him. He's. Shut up.
Johnny Stroud
You aren't a very good liar either, are you, Sam? There aren't any extra prints.
Narrator
Well, there's always George.
Johnny Stroud
In a couple of hours, there won't be any.
Narrator
George. No. You. Okay, Johnny, on your feet.
Johnny Stroud
Let me go, Sam.
Narrator
Let me go. We can work out a deal. Shut up.
Patricia Conroy
Your head. You're shot.
Narrator
Here.
Johnny Stroud
Yeah.
Narrator
Take the gun. Call Dundee. Get it. Dundee. Homicide. And the next voice I heard belonged to cool, brisk Ms. Bergamot of the Harbor Emergency Hospital period. End of babysitting session.
Ms. Bergamot
How intrepid, Sam.
Narrator
But your wound. Nothing, sweetheart, nothing. As Hopalong Cassidy always says in real six. Don't worry, honey, it was only a scratch. Now, wait.
Ms. Bergamot
Now, wait.
Narrator
Can't you get up without moving your lap?
Ms. Bergamot
I know, but then there's one important omission.
Narrator
Oh?
Patricia Conroy
The Kimberly Cross.
Ms. Bergamot
What did Stroud do with it?
Narrator
That cherub is an intramural affair between Stroud and Mr. Runcible. While, as you know, this report is an affair between you and the portable. Scoot, scoot, scoot.
Choice Classic Radio Host
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Ms. Bergamot
Here it is, Sam.
Narrator
Oh, brisk, efficient Ms. Perrine, you may lay it on my desk and restore your lap to its original position.
Ms. Bergamot
Oh, yes, sir.
Narrator
M.
Patricia Conroy
Comfortable, Sam?
Narrator
Ah, loving every minute.
Ms. Bergamot
Sam.
Narrator
Yeah?
Ms. Bergamot
A girl can't help wondering sometimes.
Narrator
About what?
Ms. Bergamot
Well, the way you described the blonde in your report. Glamorous, like the Kimberly Cross and all.
Narrator
You like that?
Ms. Bergamot
Oh, I just wish sometime someone else could be your secretarian and I'd be the one you'd meet in a room with velvet draperies and a long cigarette holder and slanting glasses and a black lace negligee.
Narrator
Hold it, girl. Hold it. You've gone quite far enough.
Ms. Bergamot
I know, but it's only natural for a girl to want to be glamorous.
Narrator
Pardon me. You show up with any of those props and I'll turn you over my knee.
Ms. Bergamot
You like me the way I am, Sam.
Narrator
Yep.
Ms. Bergamot
Why is it always this way? Just when I think I'm getting somewhere, I find myself saying, good night, Sam.
Narrator
Good night, sweetheart.
Choice Classic Radio Host
The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spears. Sam Spade was played by Stephen Dunn, Lorene Tuttle as Effie. Also in the cast were Wally Mayer, Fritz Fell, Georgia Ellis, Sydney Miller, Olin Soule, Alice Wellman and John Monahan. Script for tonight's adventure by Harold Swanton. Musical scoring by Lud Gluskin, conducted by Robert Armbruster. Join us again next week, same time, for another adventure with Sam Spade. Don't underestimate the danger of tuberculosis. Although great strides have been taken towards stamping out the disease, it still remains a menace. Last year alone, it caused 50,000 deaths in the United States. 50,000 needless deaths because TB can be controlled and cured if caught in time. The key to the complete defeat of the disease is the chest X ray. You'll find that in many communities, chest X rays can be obtained free of charge or at a nominal cost.
Episode Summary – August 2, 2025 Release Date
In this captivating episode of Choice Classic Radio's rendition of The Adventures of Sam Spade, listeners are plunged into the intricate world of private detective Sam Spade as he tackles the mysterious case known as The Kimberly Cross Caper. Set against the backdrop of the bustling art scene in San Francisco, Sam navigates deceit, danger, and deception to uncover the truth behind a high-stakes diamond heist.
The episode kicks off with Sam Spade being contacted by Mr. G.J. Runcible, the claims manager from Sunset Indemnity Company (04:08). Runcible briefs Sam on the case: a valuable diamond exhibit, Kimberly Cross, worth a quarter of a million dollars, is on display at the Burgundor Gallery on Sutter Street. Tasked with "babysitting" the diamonds for 24 hours, Sam is to ensure their security during the exhibit’s opening.
Upon arriving at the gallery around 8:45 AM (05:02), Sam engages with Mr. Burgendorf, the gallery owner, who proudly describes the Kimberly Cross as a masterpiece:
"To call this jewelry is to call Elizabeth Taylor. A garden variety tomato is a crown jewel from Thuringia." (05:51)
Sam quickly assesses the security measures, discerning the presence of Johnny Stroud, the undercover company man from Sunset Indemnity (06:12). Johnny, tasked with monitoring the exhibit, provides insights into the security setup, including a concealed back entrance and an anti-tuberculosis mobile X-ray unit parked across the street (06:34).
During his surveillance, Sam observes a suspicious woman, later identified as Patricia Conroy, frequenting the gallery premises (08:35). Patricia, using the alias Bernice Martin, presents herself as a customer seeking a chest X-ray, but Sam senses something amiss. His intuition leads him to investigate further, uncovering that Patricia is connected to an ex-con named Larry Galliano, recently released from prison after a stint at Quentin (11:16).
As Sam delves deeper, he uncovers that Patricia is entangled in a web of deceit involving the stolen Kimberly Cross. Her interactions with Johnny Stroud raise red flags, especially when George, the X-ray technician, discovers inconsistencies in her identification (25:18).
The tension reaches its peak when Patricia confronts Sam, revealing her true intentions. A heated exchange ensues:
Patricia Conroy: "Someone offered him the job at Burgundorff's the day he got out... that's what he told me. And I believe him." (20:14)
Realizing Patricia's deception, Sam orchestrates a showdown. In a dramatic turn, Patricia tries to escape, leading to a standoff where Johnny Stroud aims his weapon at Sam. However, Sam's quick thinking and resourcefulness prevail as he disarms Patricia and ensures the safe recovery of the Kimberly Cross (26:46).
With the case resolved, Sam reflects on the complexities of trust and deception inherent in his line of work. Ms. Bergamot, Mr. Burgendorf's secretary, adds a touch of humor and intrigue as she interacts flirtatiously with Sam, hinting at future adventures:
"You like me the way I am, Sam." (28:44)
The episode concludes with a nod to the persistent threat of tuberculosis and the importance of medical vigilance, seamlessly blending the show's mystery with public service announcements.
Ms. Bergamot on Sam’s Routine Work:
"Humdrum? Well, it's the private detective version of babysitting." (01:22)
Sam Spade Assessing the Diamond’s Value:
"To call this jewelry is to call Elizabeth Taylor. A garden variety tomato is a crown jewel from Thuringia." (05:51)
Patricia Conroy’s Revelation:
"Someone offered him the job at Burgundorff's the day he got out... that's what he told me. And I believe him." (20:14)
Ms. Bergamot’s Flirtatious Comment:
"A girl can't help wondering sometimes...” (28:49)
The Kimberly Cross Caper masterfully intertwines suspense, wit, and classic detective work, showcasing Sam Spade's unwavering dedication to uncovering the truth. Through a series of cleverly crafted interactions and revelations, listeners are treated to a quintessential old-time radio experience that remains engaging and relevant. Whether you're a long-time fan or new to Sam Spade's adventures, this episode is a testament to the enduring allure of mystery and the timeless charm of radio detective stories.