The Saint: The Nineteen Santa Clauses 12/25/1949

Summary

Podcast Summary: Choice Classic Radio Detectives | The Saint: The Nineteen Santa Clauses (12/25/1949)

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Episode Overview

This festive episode of "The Saint" radio drama, starring Vincent Price as the suave and sharp-witted Simon Templar, takes place on Christmas Eve amidst a web of mistaken identity, theft, and murder. What begins as a charity Santa Claus gig for Simon swiftly turns into a classic whodunit featuring jewel thieves, mistaken identities, a femme fatale, and double-crossing spouses—all set against the backdrop of holiday cheer and mayhem. Through clever sleuthing and sharp banter, The Saint must unravel the riddle of the missing jewels and the murder of the mysterious “Fats” Boylan before Christmas morning.

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Key Discussion Points & Plot Breakdown

1. Setting the Scene: Santa Claus and Christmas Eve Intrigue

• Simon Templar (The Saint) is preparing to play Santa Claus for philanthropist Mrs. Winterbottom’s annual Christmas Eve charity event.
  • Humorous Banter: Simon and his cabbie Louie riff about Santa's costume and weight.
    • “Santa Claus is fat. Oh, you’re not fat.” – Louie (02:48)

2. The First Intrusion:

• Sally Walters bursts into Simon’s room, mistaking him for someone named “Fats” Boylan and waving a gun, demanding "the stuff."
  • Classic Dialogue:
    • “If you’re going to shoot me, I insist on knowing your name.” – Simon (04:14)
    • Sally is panicked, looking for stolen goods, and mistakes Simon for Fats.
    • Sally: "How would you like to get plugged in the bread basket?" (04:20)

3. Enter Joe Hudson: The Second Interloper

• Joe Hudson arrives, similarly mistaking Simon for Fats and demanding the loot.
  • Comic Interrogation:
    • Hudson: “You got something for me?”
    • Simon: “This could be a stall. This could be trouble.” (05:03–05:04)
  • Gunplay ensues: Sally saves the day by firing a gun, causing Hudson to flee. (08:00)

4. Sally’s Identity and Trail to Carla Worth’s House

• Simon and Louie discover Sally’s real identity via her purse.
• Sally recovers, leaves abruptly, and Simon decides to investigate her address, leading them to the opulent home of Carla Worth.

5. The Worths’ Stolen Jewels Riddle

• Carla Worth reveals during a stylish late-night visit that her husband Claude had her jewels stolen in the guise of a charity Santa Claus—hired for a Christmas party earlier that day.
  • Party details: Santa (Fats) vanished along with the jewels; Santa never appeared to be carrying them at the time.
  • Simon deduces the Santa padded the jewels into the costume, a twist on the expected “fat Santa.” (12:15–12:31)

6. Sally’s Interlude & The Boylan Murder

• Sally is found eavesdropping and confesses that Fats’s address is at 17 Beale Street. Simon and Louie investigate, finding Fats dead and the jewels missing.
  • "He’s dead. And Louie... yeah, he wasn’t fat." – Simon/Louie (15:48)

7. Hudson’s Return & Motive Unveiled

• After being followed, Simon and Louie confront Hudson, who admits he was hired by Carla Worth to tail Sally, suspecting infidelity between Sally and Claude Worth (Carla’s husband). (18:00–19:00)

8. The Culprit Revealed: Claude Worth’s Double-cross

• The final confrontation in the Worth residence reveals:

  • Sally and Boylan were minor accomplices in the stolen jewels plot.
  • Claude Worth orchestrated the whole ruse to keep the jewels and claim insurance—intending to kill his partners, including Sally, to cover his tracks.
  • Simon: “The jewels were insured. Therefore, you, Mr. Worth, arranged to have them stolen…” (25:36)

• Climax: Simon disarms Claude via a perfume ruse and a quick punch, sparing Sally and closing the case.

  • "You got him in the eye." – Sally (26:53)

9. Epilogue: Simon as Santa (and Not a Saint)

• As dawn breaks, Carla flirts with Simon, rewarding him with a kiss.
  • Carla: “You’ve been sort of a Santa Claus to me. May I?” (27:08–27:20)
  • Simon: “Santa Claus is no saint.” (27:25)
• Louie playfully reminds Simon about his original charitable Santa gig, ending the tale with a wink and Christmas warmth.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• Comic Banter about Santa:

  • “Santa Claus is fat. Oh, you’re not fat.” – Louie to Simon (02:48)
  • “Santa Claus is always say ‘Ho, ho, ho.’” – Louie (02:54)
  • “Santa Claus is no saint.” – Simon (27:25)

• On Mistaken Identity:

  • "If you’re going to shoot me, I insist on knowing your name." – Simon (04:14)
  • “I’m not Fats Boylan.” – Simon (04:49)
  • “I am not, although I’m beginning to waver. Perhaps I am Simon the split personality.” – Simon (05:00)

• On Crime and Motive:

  • “He was playing Santa Claus. And he was a thin man. Santa Clauses... are facts. Therefore, Boylan entered this house wearing padding underneath his costume. He left it with a large jewel box in place of the padding.” – Simon (25:07–25:22)

• Christmas Spirit, with a Twist:

  • “You’ve been sort of a Santa Claus to me. May I?” – Carla (27:08)
  • “Santa Claus is no saint.” – Simon (27:25)
  • Louie: “You may tell Mrs. Winterbottom that the saint ain’t no Santa Claus.” (27:31)

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Important Segment Timestamps

• Intro & Santa Costume Banter: 00:32–02:45
• Sally’s Entry & Holdup: 04:01–05:29
• Hudson’s Intrusion & Gunplay: 05:55–08:27
• First Clues at Carla Worth’s House: 10:55–13:23
• Sally Reveals Fat’s Address: 13:56–14:05
• Discovery of Fats’s Body: 15:42–15:48
• Interrogation of Hudson: 17:38–19:00
• Maison Worth Investigation & The Perfume Clue: 22:18–23:57
• Confrontation with Claude & Sally’s Motive: 25:04–26:32
• Epilogue & Christmas Wrap-up: 27:08–27:31

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Tone & Language

The episode preserves the wisecracking, lightly sardonic wit characteristic of "The Saint," mixing lighthearted banter with classic detective intrigue. Price’s Templar is urbane, clever, and unflappable, while sidekick Louie provides comic relief. The storyline moves at a brisk, engaging pace, blending classic holiday trappings with a twisty caper and sharp wordplay.

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Final Notes

For fans of old-time radio detective stories, this episode delivers a perfect blend of Christmas ambiance and clever sleuthing, wrapped in witty dialogue and seasonal charm. The adventure features all hallmarks of "The Saint": dynamic women, deadly crooks, and a hero who saves both the day and the spirit of Christmas—with a kiss for good measure.

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Transcript

[A]

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[C]

Louie, don't I look like Santa Claus?

[B]

This may come as a surprise to you, Mr. Temple. Santa Claus is fat. Oh, you're not sad. Oh, well, hand me that cushion from the couch, huh? Okay. Here. Yeah. Thank you. Now then, how's that? Now say ho ho ho. What for? Santa Claus is always say ho ho ho. Oh, I see. Ho, ho ho. Well, anyway, you look like Santa Claus. Hey, Mr. Templer, whose idea was this? Mrs. Winterbottom. Oh, the dame who annoys tots on Christmas Eve. Mrs. Winterbottom is a very well known philanthropist and every Christmas Eve she collects hundreds of small children and feeds them. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Who feeds them the rest of the year? Don't be bitter, Lily. Sir? At least I ought to give the little tots a laugh. Yeah. Yeah. And I suppose there is something to be said for Mrs. Winterbottom. Don't say it. Now, don't worry. There's something to be said for Santa Claus, too. He does go around filling. Stocky. Yeah, I know. A blonde shouldn't say that either, huh? No. Someone at the door. Louie, would you mind? No. It's probably one of them tots. Corrections a tot 20 years later get in. I'm already back up. I'm backing up.

[C]

Thanks. Now reach, gents.

[B]

You know, that gun in her hand looks loaded. Now that you mention.

[C]

Reach for what? The chandelier.

[B]

Can't.

[C]

Why not?

[B]

No chandelier.

[C]

Oh, a wise guy, huh?

[B]

If you're going to shoot me, I insist on knowing your name.

[C]

Just call me Sally.

[B]

Sally. And your last name?

[C]

Never mind that. How would you like to get plugged in the. In the bread basket? Where?

[B]

Oh, let's pass lightly over that. I wouldn't like to get plugged anywhere.

[C]

Then shut up. All right, where is it?

[B]

Right down the hall.

[C]

Are you trying to be smart?

[B]

Not especially.

[C]

So it's going to be like that, huh?

[B]

Likewise.

[C]

Now, you listen to me fast, Boylan. You shut up, too.

[B]

I didn't say anything.

[C]

Well, shut up anyway.

[B]

I'm shutting up.

[C]

What was I saying?

[B]

You just finished calling me Fats Boylan.

[C]

That's right.

[B]

That's wrong. I'm not Fats Boylan.

[C]

Huh?

[B]

Well, it helps keep the conversation.

[C]

Look, Fats, are you going to stop stalling and hand over the stuff, or will I have to shoot?

[B]

Since I am not fat's boiling, and since I have no stuff to hand over, I'm afraid you'll have to shoot Mr. Templar. That could be fatal.

[C]

You keep quiet, punk.

[B]

Who's a punk? You're a punk, Mr. Templer. Am I a punk? Well, Sally is just a little confused this evening. Confused or not, she shouldn't call me a punk. Shut up. No, you don't have to start.

[C]

I am not bawling. I. I am.

[B]

You were just about to shoot me.

[C]

Well, I know, but then you'd bleed.

[B]

Oh, I'm sorry.

[C]

I can't stand the sight of blood.

[B]

Why don't you strangle him? Louis, don't be unkind. It seems to be the doorbell again.

[C]

No, wait.

[B]

Very impolite to keep people waiting, but.

[C]

I must have been followed here.

[B]

Sally, look. Stop illustrating a point with that gun. It might go Off.

[C]

I don't care.

[B]

But then I'd bleed.

[C]

But where can I go? I've gotta hide.

[B]

Well, try the kitchen.

[C]

All right.

[B]

Come on in. It's open house tonight. Well, well, my old pal Fat. I am not. Although I'm beginning to waver. Perhaps I am Simon the split personality. Who are you? Joe Hudson. You remember your old pal Hudson. Hudson. Well, I must admit you look like a hornet. But your lines aren't as nice. Look, if I'm your old pal, why don't I know you? Oh, that's easy. We never met personally. Well, how else can you meet? Ignore that. But if we haven't met personally or otherwise, how can I be your pal? Oh, I. I was just being friendly. Besides, you got something for me? I have a great little kidder, ain't you, Fats? Hey, pal. Now I feel better. I'm a pal too. Look, I wish I deserved your delighted choice. Just leave me have the stuff and then I'll get up again. What stuff? Am I gonna have trouble with you? Because the door behind you is open. Why don't you use it? Huh? In that way nobody will have any trouble. I'll use it. I'll use it after. After what? Such. I can't. Huh? Ever see one of these before? I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. But the answer is yes, I have. Good. Good. And you know how it works? It shoots bullets at guys. Guys who get bullet shot at, them have a habit of dying. Really? Well, then perhaps you'd better not shoot that gun at me. I won't. So give me so. I ain't got. Well, that is, I. That is. You ain't got. Thanks. Basic. I ain't a patient man. Hand the stuff over or I. I don't have any stuff. Or you get shot, I bleed. Who cares? I do. I hoped you might. However, this could be a stall. This could be trouble. So you. You can't shoot him. Why not? It's against the law. I read it in the papers. It's against the law. Yeah. Yeah, I believe you. Oh, so that's okay? Yeah, but I like doing things against the law. Oh, well, you. You. You could go to jail. I already been there. Well, for shooting somebody that they'll hang you or something if somebody told him. Well, I would. You would, huh? I would. So maybe I'd better shoot you first. Well, I sure wouldn't want to deprive Mr. Templar of the privilege. So elfats. It's your last chance. Oh, not that phrase. Also, I Still don't know. It looks like I'm gonna break a law. Hey, who did that? You did, you dope. I did not. This here is a plan, but you won't get away with it. Goodbye, Mr. Hudson. Mr. Templar. Who made with the artillery? That must have been Sally. She's in the kitchen. She can stay there. She saved our Louie. Yeah, but maybe by now she's found out she likes to shoot guns. Let's hope not.

[C]

Hello.

[B]

It was nice of you to frighten Mr. Hudson off.

[C]

I did.

[B]

You did.

[C]

I didn't shoot anybody.

[B]

No.

[C]

I'm so glad.

[B]

Hey. Hey. I. I've got her. She's all cold. Come on, put her on the couch. It's a little late, but somebody ought to mention she is not a bad looking dish. You've mentioned it. Looking for smelling salts in a bag? No. Identification. Here's a driver's license. Her name is Sally Walters. Address 49 hard and drive. Social Security card. She's a secretary. That's what I need. Take it back. She's coming too. Had to put the bag back. Keep the gun though. There's still some bullets in it. No, we don't want her to know we went through her bag. We're ashamed of ourselves. We're gonna pay her a visit. She ain't home. But she will be after she leaves here. And then perhaps we can find out what keeps the home fires burning. Sally was in kind of a hurry leaving us. So she was, Mr. Templar. Don't look right. Santa Claus chasing a blonde. I'm not chasing her. Technicalities will get you no place. Hey, this must be it. 49. What is she, a secretary of the treasury? I suspect. This is where she works. Louie. Who works overtime, huh? Yeah, and probably sleeps in. Come on. I hope that nobody is speaking because I think Santa Claus is off schedule. I think perhaps I can manage without the whiskers. Yeah. Ouch. Now you look like an imposter. Would you ring Louie? Okay. You know, this is the type house I got a feeling Santa Claus would have to use the servants entrance. Yes? I'm Simon Templar. You are? I am. There's nothing I can do about it, Mr. Templar. All butlers are like him. I doubt it. I think he's been practicing. Ha. Oh, well, good night then. I think not. Would you mind removing your shoe from the door? I would. You might at least have shined it.

[C]

Humphrey, Whoever is it at this time of night?

[B]

No one, madam.

[C]

Oh, but such an interesting looking no one. Santa Claus, You've lost your whiskers.

[B]

I haven't. They're right here in my pocket.

[C]

How nice.

[B]

Actually, my name is Simon Templar.

[C]

I'm Carla Worth.

[B]

This is Louie. Hi. Oh, I. I mean, hi. Be kind to the peasants type.

[C]

Did you want to see me?

[B]

Now that I've seen you, yes.

[C]

Welcome in.

[B]

Thank you, but Madam Humphrey.

[C]

Go away. Yes, Madam Humphrey's such a problem sometimes. Shall we? Nice.

[B]

Yeah. Fire in the fireplace, books on the bookshelves. Port in that decanter? Yes.

[C]

Would you like some?

[B]

No, thank you. I just wanted to be sure the accessories were all correct. Someday maybe I'll find some other wine besides port in the decanter. I dream.

[C]

Simon. Are you the one who found them?

[B]

It's beginning again. Found what?

[C]

My jewels, of course.

[B]

Have they been lost?

[C]

Simon, they were stolen. You know that, don't you?

[B]

Should I?

[C]

I've heard of the St. Simon. I didn't know he was also a Santa Claus.

[B]

Oh, it's a fleeting impulse. When were your jewels stolen?

[C]

This afternoon. You see, Claude, my husband, that is, bought me them for Christmas.

[B]

Santa. Claude. Louie. Sorry.

[C]

We decided to have the party this afternoon. We thought it'd be nice to have a quiet eve, so we did. The jewels were in quite a large box. There were quite a lot of them. And Claude had hired a Santa Claus. But before the party was over, Santa Claus had disappeared. So had the jewels.

[B]

Well, there must have been some precautions.

[C]

Oh, there were several detectives. But the Santa Claus said he was going out to get some air while the party was on. He never came back. But he didn't have the jewels on him. The box was locked and it was too large for the detectives not to have noticed.

[B]

I see. The name of the man hired to play Santa Claus was, of course, Fat Boy. And who may you be?

[C]

Claude, this is Simon Templer and Louise I know.

[B]

Neither of them snoops, obviously. Get rid of them.

[C]

Claude likes to behave as though he were an emperor on occasion.

[B]

The box wasn't found anywhere in the house.

[C]

The jewel box? No.

[B]

The Jews were insured. Naturally. It's none of your affair. I shall speak severely to Humphrey. He should never have let you in.

[C]

I let them in, darling.

[B]

So now he's going to speak severely to her. We'll go quietly. Except Mr. Worth. What is Fats Boylan's address? I have no idea. Good night.

[C]

Good night, Simon. And I'm sorry.

[B]

So am I. I'll show you out. Thank you. Pronounced Carla Worth. What do we do now, Santa Claus? We get into your nice, clean cab and. Hey, wait a minute, Zoe. Now we're going to find out what became of Sally Simon. Well, good evening, Sally.

[C]

I overheard fat's address is 17 Beale Street, 17 Beale. I've got to get right back to the house before anybody notice it. Goodbye.

[B]

An awful short visit. You've been long enough. Now we're going to visit Mr. Bo? I think so. I hope he ain't so handy with a gun as the rest of these characters. He may be, he may not be. Now I'm all cheered up. But there's one thing I'm sure he isn't. What's that? Fact. Quite a change from the weights. Dump. Now this is a dump. Yeah. Mr. Boylan would seem to be shy. Mr. Templer, you said something about the one thing he wouldn't be was Fat. Why? Because he was called Fats? Not exactly. Louie, I'm worried. Hey. Hey. The door was open. Yes. Maybe that means our boy has flown. Maybe. Come on, let's go in. Okay. I ain't usually so poetical, but the light's on. Yes, and the room looks funny. Looks like a hurricane came to stay for dinner and remained for six months. Somebody was looking for a jewel box. And someone obviously didn't find it. The extent of the search indicates that nothing was left untouched. It's a funny smell in this room. You know, a couple of funny smells. Yeah. One's perfume and the other gunpowder. Huh. And Patty. That's why I ain't been looking behind any pieces of furniture. It really wasn't very far to look. Louis. Huh? He's behind the daybed. Fats. Fats. Louie. He ain't doing so good. He's dead. And Louie. Yeah, he wasn't fat.

[A]

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[B]

Mr. Templer? Yes, Louie? We're being followed. Since? Since we got a Boylan's place. That's interesting. Louis, stop the cab. It'll make it easier for whoever's following us. Exactly what I want. Even on Christmas Eve. This shouldn't happen. Now what? Now we get out. Don't look behind you. Start walking. Here is a nice lonely street. Everybody else is home hanging up stockings. I wouldn't mind hanging up Stockton's myself. I. What do you think it is? I think it's our friend Hudson. Oh, I just lost five pounds. You mean the guy that was chasing Sally who was all ready to shoot us until she made the explosion? Neat reminder. Oh, you think he wants our money or our life? Possibly. What kind of answer? Or is that. Can you hear quickly? This here alley is full of garbage cans. Also dark. You don't have to see garbage cans to know they're around. Hudson. Yes. Good evening. Hudson. Huh? Don't turn around. I've got a gun on you. Yeah, I don't like it. Lou, take Mr. Hudson's gun away from him. Okay. Got it, Mr. Templer. Good. Aim it at him and I'll. Wait a minute. You can't shoot me with my own gun. Why not? That ain't tactful. What other gun could I shoot you with? Your own. Hey, you mean you ain't got. Oh, mister, you were a liar. And on Christmas Eve too. Hudson, who hired you to follow Sally and me? It was my own idea. Louie. Mr. Hudson isn't being friendly. He ain't, huh? He ain't. Therefore. Hey, don't lose your heads, fellas. We've lost patience with him, Louie. We have. Shoot him, Louie. He's beginning to bore me. He's beginning to bore. I should shoot him. Yes. Fatal. Fatal. Okay. Except I don't know what my wife and six kids are gonna say. You haven't got a wife and six kids. No, no. Wait a minute. Please, Louis, we're being cruel. Prolonging Mr. Hudson's agony. Put him out of it. Now, wait a minute. Who hired you? Mrs. Worth. Mrs. Carla Worth. You quite sure strike me dead, that is don't strike me dead. Look, look, if she didn't what I say, why would I say she did? You have a point there. But why should she have wanted you to follow Sally? Well, she had an idea her husband and Sally were kind of, you know, kind of decorating their own little tree together. And I couldn't put it more tactful. I see. So if you got enough divorce evidence, Mrs. Worth could hold up her husband for plenty of Alamo. No, no. Oh, Mrs. Worth is the babe with a doll. Mr. Worth is a very well educated bum indeed. Huh. It's interesting. Louie, let me have the gun. Yeah. Here, wait. I thought I just told you the truth. I'm sure you did, Mr. Templer. That's gratitude. It's necessity. We need him out of the way for a little while. He's out of the way now. Yeah. Now we're going to find out who else knew that Fats Boylan was Finn. You know, if we visited often enough, I might even get accustomed to this joint. You might also start confusing yourself with Grant. Good evening, Humphrey. I'm sorry the family retired for the night. It is late. I know. I wish to retire myself. Hey, Humphrey, you don't look 65. Good night, sir. Aren't you going to ask a thing? No. Why, Humphrey, I thought you and I were going to sing Christmas carols together. Let go of me. Shut the door, Louie. Okay, I shall complete. All right, but not now. You, Mr. Templer. Gonna wear that gun out hitting people over the head with and I couldn't have him warn anyone we're here. Why, we're gonna boil the joint in a way, huh? A kinder description would be search the place, Louie. Oh, for what? Oddly enough, something that can't be seen or touched. Sounds like a ghost. Yes, and in the way it is the ghost of a murderer. It's the night before Christmas, all right, but a creature is stirring. A couple of creatures. Us. We've covered all the rooms on the other landing. Therefore, the bedrooms be here. Therefore, this should be someone's bedroom. Let's go in. Was sleepy. Now, if I can open the door softly enough and look in moonlight through the window. Yes, the dressing room door. Beyond would be the bedroom proper. Proper is not a way where in any position to throw a wrong period Will have to go in to the dressing room. Come on, Louie. Okay. Wait a minute, Louie. Inhale. Mr. Thamfla. I don't usually take breathing exercises in the middle of the night, Louis. All right, I'm inhaling. Well? Playful, Familiar. I could learn to love it. But no. Then out we go. He didn't care for that boyfriend. He didn't tell me anything. What do you want? Perfume. Should tell you who killed Fats Boiler. Another bedroom. We go in. Naturally. For a bachelor, that ain't the word you should have used. I'm beginning to get worried about this. Supposing somebody screams? Hold yourself together, Louis. Okay. After all, like the poet says, strong heart, never one fair maiden. You mean faint heart. All right, so for dinner I'll eat dog food. Now, another dressing room. Well. Hey, Mr. Templer. Yes? The same perfume. We noticed. Don't be frightened.

[C]

Simon. What are you doing in here?

[B]

Louis and I have been testing perfumes.

[C]

The middle of the night, you awaken me?

[B]

I'm sorry. I'm even sorrier about something else.

[C]

What's that?

[B]

The perfume you use is very distinctive, Sally.

[C]

Am I supposed to say thanks?

[B]

No. Because the last place Louis and I noticed it was in Fats Boylan's room. Minutes after he'd been killed. Oh, not good, Sally.

[C]

You're making all this up.

[B]

No, no. This bottle of perfume will be evidence.

[C]

But I didn't kill Boylan. You must be joking about that.

[B]

I don't think a jury would find it funny. You knew about Boylan stealing the jewels. You must have helped him.

[C]

I didn't.

[B]

But then you found yourself being trailed by Hudson, who'd been hired by Mrs. Worth. You were afraid he'd discover the connection between you and Boylan. That's why you came to my apartment. No. Yes. You hoped I'd throw Hudson off, perhaps frighten him. In the meanwhile, you could get to Boylan, get the jewels from him.

[C]

That isn't true.

[B]

But when you got to Boylan's place, you found him already dead. The jewel's gone.

[C]

I didn't.

[B]

It would be much better for you that way.

[C]

What do you mean?

[B]

You wouldn't be liable to a first degree murder charge.

[C]

But there were detectives here while the party was going on. Boylan couldn't have stolen the jewels. They saw him leave. He didn't have them.

[B]

He did have them. He was playing Santa Claus. And he was a thin man. Santa Clauses, as Louis pointed out to me earlier tonight, are facts. Therefore, Boylan entered this house wearing padding underneath his costume. He left it with a large jewel box in place of the padding. That's how he did it?

[C]

Sally, you're smart.

[B]

You found Boylan. You knew his address, therefore you'd hired him in the first place. And therefore, also a jury would believe you killed him unless you tell us who did.

[C]

Well, all right, I'll tell you.

[B]

There's really no need, my dear.

[C]

Claude.

[B]

Hey, Mr. Temple. Tell him to point the gun someplace else. Mr. Ward, point that gun someplace else. I prefer this direction. You were saying, Mr. Temper, about the jewels? The jewels were insured. Therefore, you, Mr. Worth, arranged to have them stolen. Indeed. Indeed. In that way, you could retain the jewels, the insurance money as well, and not worry very much whether or not your wife divorced you. Clever. Boylan is dead. How true. You had to see to that, didn't you? Otherwise he might have blackmailed you for the rest of your life. Or for whatever money you got out of the entire crooked deal. See? Two other deaths. Yours, your friend and Sally. You going to kill her, too? That depends, I should think, on Sally.

[C]

Claude, I never knew you intended to kill anyone.

[B]

I need to play the angel quite so strenuously? My dear, you were in on most.

[C]

Of it, but not murder.

[B]

I'm afraid Mr. Templar's pessimism is justified. I shall have to include you. But however did you get onto a Templar Capersium? To be precise, this perfume. You got him in the eye. I hope this gets him someplace more effective. Mr. Templer, the trail of unconscious bodies you're leaving behind you tonight, if laid end to end, yes, Liam would look terrible.

[C]

Simon.

[B]

Yes, Carla?

[C]

You've been very sweet, even without your whiskers. You've been sort of a Santa Claus to me. May I?

[B]

Oh, with pleasure.

[C]

Well, I never knew Santa Claus could kiss like that.

[B]

Santa Claus is no saint.

[C]

Yes?

[B]

Oh, hello, Louie. Mr. Templar, you better put on your whiskers. You've forgotten all about Mrs. Winterbottom. Mrs. Oh, well, the hour is past midnight. The tats have undoubtedly tottered off to bed by now. Louie, you may tell Mrs. Winterbot I know that the saint ain't no Santa Clau. You have been listening to another transcribed Adventure of the Saint, the Robin Hood of modern crime. Now here is our star, Vincent Price. Ladies and gentlemen, all of us who live in the United States are aware of the spiritual values of American life. Our factories and machines and luxuries. But there is another side to American life, a side made up of spiritual values. Our country was founded upon faith in God. In the Declaration of Independence, it states that men were endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights. Thus, religious faith is part of the very foundation of American democracy and one of our most precious national heritages is freedom of worship. By exercising this freedom, you and your families can enjoy the spiritual pleasures that come with church or synagogue attendance. Moreover, your religious leaders stand ready to give you their help, whether you need personal or family guidance. And if you suffer the loneliness natural to a newcomer to this country, the churches of your faith will welcome you. We all know that without spiritual values, the other advantages of American life have little meaning. Without faith, the family and the community become unstable. Without faith, the individual denies himself the peace and guidance of religion. The doors of your churches and synagogues are open to you. The freedom to worship as you please is yours. And so America's religious organizations invite you to find yourself through faith and to come to church this week. And may I wish you all a wonderful Christmas and for the world peace in all the years to come. This is Vincent Price inviting you to join us again next week at this same time for another exciting Adventure of the Saint. Good night. This Adventure of the Saint was written by Louis Vittis. Our cast included Mary Ship as Sally and Betty Lou Gerson as Carla. High Everback was Hudson, Ted Osborne, Claude the butler, Stanley Farrar. Louis is played by Larry Dotkin. The Saint, based on characters created by Leslie Charteris, is a James L. Safier production and is directed by Helen Mack. Vincent Price is soon to be seen co starring in RKO's production of his Kind of Woman. All you Saint fans will be glad to know that the Saint comic books are on sale at all newsstands. Your announcer, Don Stanley. Three chimes mean good times on NBC. For your Christmas Eve listening pleasure, there's another broadcast of NBC Sunday hour and a half extravaganza, the Big Show. There's a whole Christmas stocking full of stars, including Tallulah, Jimmy Durante, Ed Wynn, Charles Boyer, Robert Merrill and many more. Tonight also means your weekly visit with the Harris family on the Phil Harris Alice Fay Show. Be sure to hear this special Christmas program later today on NBC. Happy holiday. Happy listening. Happy holiday. Happy listening. NBC wishes you a season of good cheer, a merry, merry Christmas and a happy end of year.

[D]

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