The Saint: The Blond Who Lost Her Head 11/13/1949

Summary

Podcast Summary: Choice Classic Radio Detectives | The Saint: "The Blond Who Lost Her Head" (Original Air Date: 11/13/1949)

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Episode Overview

In this classic detective story, Simon Templar – a.k.a. The Saint, portrayed by Vincent Price – finds himself entwined in a noirish web involving a mysterious blond woman who suffers from amnesia, a murdered guardian, and a household full of dubious suspects. Drawing on his signature blend of wit and deductive reasoning, The Saint unravels a case marked by psychological intrigue and clever twists.

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Key Discussion Points & Plot Breakdown

A Chance Encounter with Mystery (01:02–03:35)

• Simon Templar’s Taxi Ride: The Saint hops into a taxi bound for an art gallery but soon becomes the target of the driver’s nosiness and wit.
• Notable Exchange:
  • Simon Templar: “Of all the cabs in San Francisco, most of them operated by drivers who mind their own business. Why did I have to get your cab?” (01:25)
• Introduction of the Blonde: A blonde woman suddenly clings to Templar, calling him “Ellsworth dear.” She’s in distress, claims confusion, and ultimately admits, “I don’t even know who I am.” (03:35)

The Amnesiac and a Murder Suspect (05:00–08:08)

• At Templar’s Apartment: Simon tries to comfort and help the mysterious woman, discovering her compact is initialed D.M.
• Revelation: According to the police, the woman is likely Dorothy Moore, wanted in connection with her guardian Matthew Schreiber’s murder.
• Dorothy’s Plea: “What’s so terrible about it all is that I don’t remember anything at all. So I can’t even say I didn’t murder anyone.” (07:36)

Suspects and Suspicion at the Schreiber Home (08:09–12:47)

• Exploring the Household: Simon meets Walters the witty butler, the sarcastic Mr. Tinsley, and Mrs. Atkins, the housekeeper.
• Establishing Motives: Money, jealousy, and romantic complications are revealed as Simon questions the household.
• Memorable Dialogue:
  • Walters (Butler) on polo: “It’s no job for a grown man.” (08:55)
• Critical Information: Walters claims to have seen Dorothy run from the murder scene—it’s his testimony that made her the prime suspect.

Escalating Stakes: Another Murder (14:00–16:22)

• Mrs. Atkins Found Dead: The housekeeper is found hanged in her room, initially ruled a suicide.
• Templar’s Insight: “This is a very interesting rope... it proves she didn’t commit suicide. She was murdered.” (15:06)
• Evidence: Fibers on the rope show she was hanged by someone else, not herself.

Police and Psychological Games (17:05–18:44)

• At Police Headquarters: Inspector Murray aims to prove Dorothy is faking amnesia.
• Comic Relief: A confusing encounter with a cabbie mistaken for an alienist (psychiatrist), highlighting Murray and Templar’s playful rapport.
  • Templar: "Your alienist was here, Murray. But he left." Inspector Murray: "Alienist? Well, I just phoned him and told him not to come… That guy’s nuts." (18:24–18:42)

The Saint Sets a Trap (19:20–22:30)

• Returning to the Schreiber House: Templar reconstructs the crime, inviting all suspects together and setting out to expose Dorothy.
• The Reveal of the Ruse: Simon slyly hides the library phone to test Dorothy’s memory, catching her in a lie and proving she doesn’t have amnesia.
• Crucial Denouement:
  • Simon: “It means that you are not now nor ever were suffering from amnesia.” (21:10)
  • As Dorothy pulls a gun, Templar reveals the key evidence: her hat was “immaculate, untouched,” making her story of being knocked out implausible. (21:43)
  • Walters disables Dorothy just in time with a bottle: “You knocked Ms. Moore out with a bottle.” (22:45)

Justice and Aftermath (22:54–23:14)

• Order Restored: Dorothy is apprehended; Walters provides comic relief over the “ruined” bottle.
• Simon Quips: “Inspector Murray, you’ll take Ms. Moore, and I’ll take an Old Fashioned.” (22:54)

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Memorable Quotes & Moments

• Dorothy’s Despair:
  “What’s so terrible about it all is that I don’t remember anything at all. So I can’t even say I didn’t murder anyone.” – Dorothy Moore (07:36)
• The Butler’s Wit:
  Walters: “It’s no job for a grown man.” (08:55)
• The Saint’s Deduction:
  “This is a very interesting rope. Because it proves, you see, that she didn’t commit suicide. She was murdered.” – Simon Templar (15:06)
• The Final Clue:
  “Your hat was immaculate, untouched… You’re asking us to believe the killer knocked you out and then carefully put your hat back on your head?” – Simon Templar (21:43)
• The Last Word:
  Walters: “You misunderstood me, sir. I merely said I was going to get some Canada Dry. Now the bottle’s ruined.” (22:47)

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Timestamps for Major Segments

• 01:02 – Simon meets the mysterious blonde.
• 05:00 – Dorothy confesses confusion and fear.
• 08:09 – Inside the Schreiber home; suspects and motives.
• 14:31 – Mrs. Atkins’ death discovered.
• 17:05 – Police headquarters; amnesia plot tested.
• 19:20 – Templar returns to the Schreiber house to confront Dorothy.
• 21:10 – The amnesia is exposed as a ruse.
• 22:30 – Dorothy’s attempted escape foiled.

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Tone & Style

The episode embodies classic noir detective drama: quick-witted, sardonic, and suspenseful. Vincent Price’s Simon Templar is urbane and dryly humorous, often playing off the equally sharp butler, Walters, and the gruff, world-weary Inspector Murray. The dialogue crackles with period slang and clever banter, lightening the otherwise tense atmosphere of murder investigation.

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For lovers of classic mystery and golden age radio, this episode delivers all the twists, wit, and character interplay expected from The Saint – with Vincent Price’s inimitable style at the forefront.

Transcript

[Simon Templar]

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[Narrator]

The Adventures of the Saint. Starring Vincent Price. The Saint. Based on characters created by Leslie Charteris and known to millions from books, magazines and motion pictures, the Robin Hood of modern crime now comes to radio, starring Hollywood's brilliant and talented actor, Vincent Price as the saint.

[Simon Templar]

Taxi. Taxi. 4500 Sutter, please.

[Taxi Driver]

It's kind of light, ain't it?

[Simon Templar]

Yes, it is.

[Taxi Driver]

Comes this time of night, I figure.

[Simon Templar]

A guy should order 4500 Sutter, please.

[Taxi Driver]

Mind you, I. I don't like to get personal.

[Simon Templar]

Driver.

[Taxi Driver]

Yeah.

[Simon Templar]

Of all the cabs in San Francisco, most of them operated by drivers who mind their own business. Why did I have to get your ca.

[Taxi Driver]

Well, I like. Who you Gonna see at 4,500?

[Simon Templar]

My name is Simon Templer. I am 6 foot 1 inches tall, and I have a birthmark on my right shoulder blade. My income for last year was.

[Taxi Driver]

That's all right. Evading to question, huh?

[Simon Templar]

I give up. I'm going to visit a man named Clarence Quigley.

[Taxi Driver]

Clarence Quigley?

[Simon Templar]

Clarence Quigley.

[Taxi Driver]

You're gonna see this alleged Clarence Quigley?

[Simon Templar]

Look, he's got a collection of paintings. I like to look at paintings. Maybe that will seem odd to you, but.

[Taxi Driver]

Oh, come, if I was your wife, you'd have to do better than that, you know.

[Simon Templar]

So how much do I owe you and go away?

[Taxi Driver]

Would you think I was soaking you if I suggested three bucks?

[Simon Templar]

I would.

[Taxi Driver]

As one man of the world to another. Let's make it three bucks anyway.

[Simon Templar]

Let's just be yokels and make it 50 cents. Here you are.

[Taxi Driver]

Well, I.

[Simon Templar]

Hey, hey.

[Taxi Driver]

Is that blonde giving you the eye or me?

[Simon Templar]

Blonde?

[Taxi Driver]

Yeah, the one coming down the street towards us.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, yeah.

[Taxi Driver]

Best. Best foot forward.

[Simon Templar]

I never saw her before in my life.

[Dorothy Moore]

Ellsworth, dear. Oh, Ellsworth, dear.

[Simon Templar]

I beg your pardon, but that's my neck you've got your arms around, miss.

[Taxi Driver]

A man named Clarence Quigley, huh?

[Simon Templar]

Driver, stop heckling. Look, Miss, whatever your name is, the way you're strangling me is a pleasant way to be strangled.

[Dorothy Moore]

But, Ellsworth dear, you sound so cold.

[Simon Templar]

I'm not, Ellsworth dear. I think I can honestly say I have never been, Ellsworth dear.

[Dorothy Moore]

You're not?

[Simon Templar]

No.

[Dorothy Moore]

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were. Or maybe I just hoped you were.

[Simon Templar]

Don't you know, Ellsworth dear, When you see him?

[Dorothy Moore]

No, I don't. I guess. But I saw you and then the name came to me. So I just thought.

[Simon Templar]

Who is Ellsworth?

[Dorothy Moore]

I don't know.

[Simon Templar]

Well, I suppose a certain amount of confusion about who or what Ellsworth is is understandable.

[Dorothy Moore]

But that isn't the worst.

[Simon Templar]

It isn't?

[Dorothy Moore]

No. You see, not only don't I know who Ellsworth is, but.

[Simon Templar]

Yes?

[Dorothy Moore]

I don't even know who I am.

[Taxi Driver]

Now, what I want to know in a general sort of way, is how Mr. Clarence Quigley is going to feel.

[Simon Templar]

Driver, would you mind concentrating on your driving?

[Taxi Driver]

You know he's liable to be frustrated, like I'm taking you and a lady right back to where you started my apartment.

[Simon Templar]

Yes, because Miss. Ms. X needs help.

[Dorothy Moore]

I feel as though I'm imposing on you, Mr. Tim.

[Simon Templar]

Nonsense. The hour's late. You couldn't very well go wandering about the streets indefinitely.

[Taxi Driver]

Especially in that hat.

[Dorothy Moore]

Is anything wrong with my hat?

[Simon Templar]

Not a thing. No, it's very charming and immaculate.

[Taxi Driver]

Also, it resembles a bird's home away from home. Well, mister, we have returned from where we went away.

[Simon Templar]

Good, Ms. X.

[Dorothy Moore]

Thank you.

[Taxi Driver]

Going to keep on being a yokel here. This time only half a yokel. Well, goodbye. You know where I'm going?

[Simon Templar]

No.

[Taxi Driver]

I'm going to lurk outside of Clarence Quigley's. I think tonight he's a fella needs a friend.

[Dorothy Moore]

I need one too.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, come along now. There you go. Now take your hat off. Make yourself comfortable.

[Dorothy Moore]

All right. I'm so afraid.

[Simon Templar]

Quiet. Now, let's take a look at your bag.

[Dorothy Moore]

Here.

[Simon Templar]

Mm. Usual odds and ends. And a compact initialed. Dm. Dm? Does that suggest anything?

[Dorothy Moore]

Dm? No, it doesn't. Nothing means anything. All I remember is being outside an art gallery on Sutter.

[Simon Templar]

You're well dressed, Contacts, gold, no latchkey. Which means you probably don't live alone. Which could also mean you've been missed.

[Dorothy Moore]

You're phony.

[Simon Templar]

Yes, the police, Missing Persons Bureau, they.

[Inspector Murray]

Hello?

[Simon Templar]

Oh, get me Inspector Murray. Thanks, I'll hold on.

[Dorothy Moore]

I hope. Maybe they know about me. Oh.

[Simon Templar]

What's the matter?

[Dorothy Moore]

I just touched the back of my head. Terribly painful.

[Simon Templar]

Come here. Yeah. Bruise the size of what I wish my bank account was. There's the cause of your amnesia. Hello, Inspector. Simon Templer. Inspector. Your language is deplorable. Inspector. I'm looking for someone. A blonde, Inspector? No, no. Well, maybe, but not tonight at any rate. The girl I'm looking for is around 22 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, height 5 foot, 3 inch or thereabouts. Wearing a street suit, brown white blouse with ruffles at the neck and.

[Walters (Butler)]

What?

[Simon Templar]

Oh. Oh, you're looking for her, too. Her name's Dorothy Moore. Why do you want her? I see. Then I. I guess you've got priority. Goodbye.

[Dorothy Moore]

They want me.

[Simon Templar]

Yeah, so it seems.

[Dorothy Moore]

Because I've been reported missing, partially that. What else do they want me for?

[Simon Templar]

Murder. Here. Now try another cup of coffee. Dorothy, I. Well, I guess we'll call you that. Unless we get evidence to the contrary, Dorothy Moore would fit the initials on your compact.

[Mr. Tinsley]

What am I gonna do?

[Simon Templar]

You stay here and wait for me.

[Dorothy Moore]

Where are you going?

[Simon Templar]

Well, from the information I've been able to get on the phone, your guardian, a man named Matthew Schreiber, was shot and killed earlier this evening. You disappeared. That's all the information in the public domain at the moment. I'm going to look for more at my house. Yes.

[Dorothy Moore]

Well, shouldn't you turn me over to the police?

[Simon Templar]

Well, actually, I don't really know that you are Dorothy Moore. I'd like to know a little more about the murder itself before coming to any decisions.

[Dorothy Moore]

You mean you want to help me? Yes, I need help. So. Because, you see, what's so terrible about it all is that I don't remember anything at all. So I can't even say I didn't murder anyone.

[Walters (Butler)]

Hello.

[Simon Templar]

Hello. Well, it's been fun meeting you.

[Walters (Butler)]

Goodbye.

[Simon Templar]

Now, wait a minute. Don't shut the door.

[Walters (Butler)]

Why not?

[Simon Templar]

I'm coming in.

[Walters (Butler)]

All right. I hate to seem prying, but who are you?

[Simon Templar]

Simon Templar.

[Walters (Butler)]

An attractive name. Much more distinguished than mine.

[Simon Templar]

Oh. What's your name?

[Walters (Butler)]

Walters. Not the most glamorous name in the world, but I'm a butler, so I bear up.

[Simon Templar]

Good. Where is everybody?

[Walters (Butler)]

In the library. They're so well bred.

[Simon Templar]

Oh. Who is in the library?

[Walters (Butler)]

Mrs. Atkins, the housekeeper. The Cassandra of our day.

[Simon Templar]

A gloomy lady prophesying disaster.

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes. And of course, there's Mr. Tinsley.

[Simon Templar]

Mr. Tinsley?

[Walters (Butler)]

A strange fellow who spends a good deal of his time sitting on small horses and hitting a large ball with a long wooden stick.

[Simon Templar]

A polo player.

[Walters (Butler)]

Doesn't matter what you call it. It's no job for a grown man.

[Simon Templar]

What's his relationship to Ms. Moore?

[Walters (Butler)]

Oh, it's not. So start prying.

[Simon Templar]

Shall we expound?

[Walters (Butler)]

Well, to preach a confidence, he's engaged to marry Ms. Moore if and when she's found. And if she happens to be innocent of her guardian's assassination.

[Simon Templar]

Anyone else in the library?

[Walters (Butler)]

No, no, no, Mr. Schreiber. Dear departed soul is detained elsewhere at the morgue. He was shot in the library.

[Simon Templar]

That's a bad place to be shot. Usually fatal. Suppose you take me to the library. Tell me, why did the police suspect Ms. Moore?

[Walters (Butler)]

Because of me. You see, I told them that I heard shots in the house. I left my quarters on the gallop, ran to the library. Just before I got there, the door opened and Miss Dorothy ran out. Ran down the hall and out the front door. Is that true, my dear Mr. Templar? If not, would I have told the police otherwise?

[Simon Templar]

I don't know.

[Walters (Butler)]

Besides, it isn't good form to suspect the butler. The library, sir.

[Simon Templar]

Thanks.

[Walters (Butler)]

Mrs. Atkins. Mr. Tinsley. Mr. Templer.

[Mr. Shriver]

What do you want?

[Simon Templar]

I'm looking for Miss Moore.

[Mr. Tinsley]

So, young man, are the police.

[Simon Templar]

Why?

[Mr. Tinsley]

Her guardian was murdered. All his money goes to her, and she's disappeared. Perhaps she didn't murder Mr. Shriver.

[Simon Templar]

But you wouldn't bet on it.

[Mr. Tinsley]

Perhaps I did. I hated him. Perhaps Mr. Tinsley there did.

[Mr. Shriver]

Now look here.

[Mr. Tinsley]

Isn't he priceless? Now, look here. Such a typical phrase. So typical. I wonder if he can really be so stupid.

[Mr. Shriver]

I love Dorothy, and no one has questioned that.

[Mr. Tinsley]

But what is it about her that you love? The money she was to get when Mr. Shriver died. The money you wouldn't have got if you'd married Dorothy against Mr. Shriver's wishes.

[Simon Templar]

Mr. Shriver didn't approve of the marriage. He.

[Mr. Shriver]

Well, he hesitated about it.

[Mr. Tinsley]

But we were working on it, and then became impatient.

[Mr. Shriver]

Now, look here you have. I resent that.

[Mr. Tinsley]

Good. It is now on record that you resented.

[Simon Templar]

How about Walters?

[Mr. Tinsley]

Walters?

[Simon Templar]

Yes. What motive would he have that makes.

[Mr. Tinsley]

You think he has one?

[Simon Templar]

I'm the hopeful type.

[Mr. Tinsley]

Walters is a man with a criminal past. Whether or not he got tired of his upright life here, I cannot.

[Simon Templar]

But it wouldn't surprise you. What may surprise both of you, however, is an odd fact. Dorothy Moore is suffering from total amnesia.

[Mr. Shriver]

Amnesia?

[Walters (Butler)]

What do you mean?

[Simon Templar]

She remembers nothing of her past herself. Neither name nor habitation. How horrible.

[Mr. Tinsley]

How convenient.

[Mr. Shriver]

Wait a minute.

[Simon Templar]

How do you know that? Why get around?

[Mr. Shriver]

Well, then you must know where she is. You've got to tell me.

[Mr. Tinsley]

Mr. Tinsley is now being the ardent lover.

[Simon Templar]

I can't tell you why. Well, whoever shot Shriver there's very little doubt that Dorothy saw the killer. But Dorothy doesn't remember. The killer, therefore would have an urgent interest in getting hold of Dorothy before she did remember. And making sure that she would never remember anything again. Well, good night, you lovely people. Dorothy dorothy. Dorothy. Dorothy.

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[Inspector Murray]

Oh, you again.

[Simon Templar]

It's me again.

[Walters (Butler)]

Did you like the place so much the first time?

[Simon Templar]

Where's Dorothy?

[Walters (Butler)]

Ms. Moore?

[Simon Templar]

Yes. Did she come back here? Back from where? She was at my apartment. When I got there, she was gone.

[Walters (Butler)]

She did come back here? She didn't ring.

[Simon Templar]

Let's find out. Tinsley and Mrs. Atkins still around?

[Walters (Butler)]

Mrs. Atkins has gone up to bed, I think. As for Mr. Tinsley, I imagine he's sampling the whiskey.

[Simon Templar]

We'll find out. Tinsley.

[Mr. Shriver]

Oh, it's you.

[Simon Templar]

Yes. Where's Dorothy?

[Mr. Shriver]

You're the one who knows?

[Simon Templar]

I'm the one who knew. Did she come back here?

[Mr. Shriver]

I haven't seen her.

[Simon Templar]

Walters, where's Mrs. Atkins room?

[Walters (Butler)]

This way, sir.

[Simon Templar]

Come along, Tinsley. I'd like both of you in sight.

[Mr. Shriver]

If you insist.

[Walters (Butler)]

Mrs. Atkins will not be pleased at having her sleep interrupted.

[Simon Templar]

I'm not pleased either. This is her room, sir. Thanks.

[Mr. Shriver]

The old girl must be asleep.

[Simon Templar]

Then we must wake her up.

[Walters (Butler)]

She's a very sound sleeper.

[Simon Templar]

Then we'll go in and wake her.

[Walters (Butler)]

Wow.

[Simon Templar]

How do you like that, Mrs. Atkins strung up to a beam. Anyone got a knife? Yes.

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes.

[Simon Templar]

Here you are. Now we'll cut the rope and get her down.

[Walters (Butler)]

The bed's over there.

[Simon Templar]

That's that. Is she dead? She's dead.

[Inspector Murray]

Poor old girl.

[Mr. Shriver]

Although you know something?

[Simon Templar]

What?

[Mr. Shriver]

She must have killed the old man Shriver.

[Simon Templar]

I mean.

[Mr. Shriver]

Then she committed suicide. In remorse, I mean. For heaven's sakes, Templar, stop playing with that rope.

[Simon Templar]

This is a very interesting rope. Is it?

[Walters (Butler)]

Why?

[Simon Templar]

Because it proves, you see, that she didn't commit suicide. She was murdered.

[Inspector Murray]

Yes, Inspector Murray, I understand you don't think that Mrs. Atkins committed suicide.

[Simon Templar]

I know she didn't.

[Inspector Murray]

Well, while the boys are playing with fingerprints and stuff, would you mind explaining to a poor benighted member of the lower intellectual classes, I mean, a cop like me.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, Murray. Now stop pulling my leg. You're one of the brainiest men I know.

[Inspector Murray]

And why do you always beat me to a case?

[Simon Templar]

Oh, I'm prettier.

[Inspector Murray]

Uh huh. Now, about this alleged phony suicide.

[Simon Templar]

Take a look at the rope with which Mrs. Atkins is supposed to have hanged herself.

[Inspector Murray]

Now, let's see. The rope was thrown over the beam there. I'm afraid you're right. Templar.

[Simon Templar]

Yeah, it wasn't hard to spot. Her weight would have pulled the rope sharply down over the beam. The fibers of the rope, therefore, should have slanted upward.

[Inspector Murray]

Instead of which they slant down. Indicating that somebody put the rope around Mrs. Atkins neck and then hauled her up. We were supposed to think that Mrs. Atkins committed suicide as a confession of guilt. Which leaves us where?

[Simon Templar]

In the Shriver home.

[Inspector Murray]

I'm more interested in where the girl is.

[Simon Templar]

Dorothy Moore? Uh huh. Why? Because I have Mary Luck coming through the door.

[Dorothy Moore]

I'm not sure. Where's Simon?

[Simon Templar]

Oh, hello, Dorothy.

[Dorothy Moore]

I don't know exactly how I got here, but I don't recognize the place at all yet. I should, shouldn't I?

[Inspector Murray]

Yes, you should, Ms. Moore, because this is where you live. But I'm afraid you're not going to stay very long.

[Dorothy Moore]

What do you mean?

[Inspector Murray]

I'm placing you under arrest on suspicion of murder.

[Simon Templar]

You know, I love police headquarters. They're so romantic. Uh huh. Murray, how are you going to prove anything against that girl if she's suffering total amnesia?

[Inspector Murray]

By proving that her amnesia is a fake.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, how?

[Inspector Murray]

I have an alias coming over here to look at one of our guests. I'll have him see Ms. Moore too. He's due any minute. I'll go get the girl.

[Simon Templar]

Now. I wonder. The other door. Come in.

[Taxi Driver]

Hello. You're not Murray.

[Walters (Butler)]

I was.

[Simon Templar]

Who are you?

[Taxi Driver]

Doll, of course. What's the matter with you? What are you complaining about?

[Simon Templar]

But I'm not the one.

[Inspector Murray]

Come, come.

[Taxi Driver]

We've got to get to the bottom of these things, don't we?

[Simon Templar]

I suppose so.

[Taxi Driver]

When you were a little boy, what did you want most of all?

[Simon Templar]

To be a big boy. Mm.

[Taxi Driver]

Are you afraid of the dark?

[Simon Templar]

No.

[Taxi Driver]

No, you are not afraid because you have little friends who come to you in the dark, perhaps, eh?

[Simon Templar]

No. Now, why are you afraid of the dark?

[Taxi Driver]

Oh, it's a long, long story.

[Simon Templar]

And you know, you don't look at all well. I don't feel so good either. No. You should see a doctor.

[Mr. Tinsley]

Thank you.

[Walters (Butler)]

Thank you.

[Taxi Driver]

I think I will.

[Simon Templar]

Goodbye.

[Inspector Murray]

Oh, Templar.

[Simon Templar]

Yeah. Your alienist was here, Murray. But he. He left.

[Inspector Murray]

Alienist? Well, I just phoned him and told him not to come. The district attorney wouldn't hold the girl. Insufficient evidence. And ballistics ran a paraffine test. No proof that she'd fired a gun.

[Simon Templar]

But the man who was just in here. Doll, I think his name was.

[Inspector Murray]

No, he's not the alienist. He's the guy the alienist was coming to examine. He's nuts.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, dear.

[Inspector Murray]

Well, I guess you're happy now that we can't hold the girl.

[Simon Templar]

No. No, because while you were holding her, things were safe. Now, Murray, let's go visit.

[Inspector Murray]

Go visit where?

[Simon Templar]

The Schreiber house. A house where two people have died. A house very convenient for murder.

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes.

[Simon Templar]

Eyes. No eyes. Walters, we're coming in.

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes, sir.

[Simon Templar]

Darla is home?

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes, sir.

[Simon Templar]

She got here.

[Walters (Butler)]

When? Ten minutes ago, perhaps.

[Simon Templar]

Well, we'll go to the library. Yes, she got here 10 minutes ago. And? And then she sat in this room.

[Walters (Butler)]

For a few minutes, made a phone call and went up to bed. She tried to phone you, Mr. Temper.

[Simon Templar]

I'll wake her up and get her down here. Hold on. Tinsley around?

[Walters (Butler)]

In the guest room. Playing solitaire, I think.

[Simon Templar]

Get him down here, too.

[Walters (Butler)]

That I will.

[Simon Templar]

And Walters.

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes?

[Simon Templar]

You come back too.

[Walters (Butler)]

Sure.

[Inspector Murray]

Having fun?

[Walters (Butler)]

Temper?

[Simon Templar]

I don't care very much for this stage of any case, but I.

[Inspector Murray]

What are you doing with that telephone?

[Simon Templar]

Hiding it under the couch here.

[Inspector Murray]

Are you being subtle again?

[Simon Templar]

Again? Oh, you flatter me, Simon. Hello, Dorothy. Sorry to have had you waked.

[Dorothy Moore]

Well, I wasn't asleep. I was trying to remember.

[Simon Templar]

You will if you get the chance. Tinsley's here in the house, isn't he?

[Dorothy Moore]

Yes, he is.

[Mr. Shriver]

For heaven's sakes. Is a man never to get any peace?

[Simon Templar]

You know Inspector Murray, Mr. Tinsley.

[Mr. Shriver]

Oh, yes, the policeman.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, look, now get off your polo pony. And where's Walters by now?

[Mr. Shriver]

On his way to Canada, I imagine.

[Simon Templar]

Dorothy, get on the phone right away.

[Walters (Butler)]

The phone?

[Dorothy Moore]

Yes, of course. Oh, there doesn't seem to be one in here. Perhaps in the next room. Why do you want me to phone?

[Simon Templar]

I don't.

[Dorothy Moore]

But you just said.

[Simon Templar]

Dorothy, didn't there used to be a phone in this room?

[Dorothy Moore]

I don't know. I don't remember.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, yes, yes, your amnesia. But you remember everything that happened since the blow on your head, don't you?

[Dorothy Moore]

Of course.

[Simon Templar]

Then equally of course. Since you were in this room a very little while ago. And since you. You used a phone in here. You should have remembered that. Why didn't you?

[Dorothy Moore]

Well, I don't know. It slipped my mind.

[Simon Templar]

No, Dorothy didn't slip your mind. You were merely being over careful.

[Dorothy Moore]

What does that mean?

[Simon Templar]

It means that you are not now nor ever were suffering from amnesia.

[Dorothy Moore]

Why should I pretend to have amnesia?

[Simon Templar]

Because you killed your uncle. You knew you'd need something to help you out in court. So you wandered about until you found someone on whom you could try out your amnesia. That happened to be me.

[Dorothy Moore]

You're just saying those things without proof. Besides, there was a paraffin test indicates.

[Simon Templar]

Merely that you wore gloves when you shot your uncle.

[Dorothy Moore]

It indicates I might have worn them if I'd shot him. You can't prove I did.

[Simon Templar]

I can prove your amnesia was phony. That along with some other things.

[Dorothy Moore]

How can you prove it?

[Simon Templar]

Very simple. Your hat.

[Walters (Butler)]

What?

[Simon Templar]

When you arrived at my apartment, you took your hat off, discovered a large bruise on the back of your head that was to supply a plausible reason for your amnesia. But, Dorothy, as I remarked to the cab driver at the time, your hat was immaculate, untouched. You're asking us to believe that the killer knocked you out and then carefully put your hat back on your head again?

[Dorothy Moore]

I'm not asking you to believe anything. I'm going.

[Simon Templar]

What a charming revolver. The one you used on your uncle.

[Dorothy Moore]

It still has bullets in it, so don't try to stop me.

[Simon Templar]

Dorothy, you didn't ask me how I could be so sure the killer hadn't done that business with your hat.

[Dorothy Moore]

I don't care.

[Simon Templar]

I'm so sure because of Walter's statement. Remember, he saw you rush out immediately after the shot.

[Dorothy Moore]

All right, you're smart, but you'll never stop me.

[Simon Templar]

Perhaps not, but Walters, who's right behind you, will.

[Dorothy Moore]

Oh, no. You can't fool me.

[Walters (Butler)]

He wasn't trying to miss.

[Simon Templar]

Dorothy. I think I. I better. What? You know. Gentlemen, you knocked Ms. Moore out with a bottle.

[Walters (Butler)]

Yes, sir.

[Narrator]

But.

[Mr. Shriver]

But you said you were going to Canada.

[Walters (Butler)]

You misunderstood me, sir. I merely said I was going to get some Canada Dry. Now the bottle's ruined. That's too bad.

[Simon Templar]

Oh, never mind, Walters. No harm done. Inspector Murray, you'll take Ms. Moore, and I'll take an Old Fashioned.

[Narrator]

You have been listening to another adventure of the saint, the Robin Hood of modern crime. And now, here is our star, Vincent Price.

[Simon Templar]

Ladies and gentlemen, next week, most of you will be enjoying a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. While you're eating your Thanksgiving turkey and counting your blessings of the past year, think. Think for a moment of the millions of people who don't get enough to eat. Think. And then send you a subscription right away for a food package to be delivered to some needy family in Europe. Send your contribution to CARE C A R E New York. This is Vincent Price inviting you to join us again next week at this same time for another exciting adventure. The Saint. Good night.

[Narrator]

THE NIGHT Script of the Saint was written by Lou Vittis. Our cast included Peggy Weber, Ted Von Ells, Jerry Hausner, Tom Brown and Dan o'. Herlihy. The music was composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman. The Saint, based on characters created by Leslie Charteris, is a James L. Safier production and is directed by Thomas A. McEvity. Vincent Price is soon to be seen in Robert Lippert's production of the Baron of Arizona. All you Saint fans will be glad to know that the Saint comic books are on sale at all you stands, your announcer, Merrell Rock. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.