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Down These Mean Streets (Old Time Radio Detectives)
BONUS - Give Thanks for Gumshoes
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Happy Thanksgiving! For your listening pleasure as you travel, prepare the holiday meal, or just enjoy some well-deserved time off, here's an encore presentation of last year's Turkey Day special. It's a collection of Thanksgiving-themed mysteries...
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Sam Spade
Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road and those who travel it wind up in the gut of the prison of the grave. The story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent. The Adventures of Sam Spade Detective the Adventures of the Saint Starring Vincent Price Bob Bailey in the exciting Adventures of the man with the action packed expense Account America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, Yours truly, Johnny Dollar. Recently, in a big eastern city, a group of trained men and women called on thousands of housewives and asked this simple question. What kind of container do you prefer for the foods you buy? An overwhelming majority of housewives said they preferred to buy food packed in glass. Among them were a great many mothers of small children, and by a ratio of more than eight to one, these mothers said they insisted on prepared baby foods packed in glass. They gave many reasons, as you might expect, but here are the three reasons mentioned most frequently. First, glass lets you see what you buy before you buy it. Second, you can heat, serve and store leftover portions of prepared baby food in the same glass container. And third, these young mothers agreed that sterilized glass containers are cleaner and more sanitary. You can buy an increasing number of the better brands of food packed in glass, and all of the better brands of prepared baby food come to you in Anchor glass containers sealed with Tampa Proof Anchor vacuum caps, both products of Anchor Hawking. There's a common phrase that's being kicked around in your house and mine more and more every day, and that is high cost of living. Sound familiar? I'll bet it does. I'm sure you've heard Mother and Dad mention it more often than once, and you will undoubtedly hear it many more times as the days go by. Now, just in case you're hazy on exactly what it means, let me give you a rough idea. It means that the cost of your clothes and food has gone up to a point where the family budget has become somewhat strained. Well, that's one of those things. And you can't be expected to increase the family income. But there are some things you can do to help. For instance, take better care of your clothes when you come home from school. Change into old clothes before you go out to play. Take care of your health because doctors and medicines are expensive. Eat well, but don't waste. Take your full share, but eat all you take. Try not to ask Mother and Dad to buy you things you don't actually need. Make the best of the most of what you've got. Try to be more than usually careful of your school equipment such as paper, pencils and so forth. Make them last and go as far as you possibly can. Remember that all members of a family must pull together at a time like this. So do your share. Looking for a good food buy? Then get Velveeta Kraft's famous pasteurized processed cheese food. Velveeta is one of the best food buys you can make because Velveeta is not only delicious, but it's nourishing too. And you can use Velveeta so many ways in snacks, sandwiches and for a variety of economical hot main dishes. Melt Velveeta for a smooth golden cheese sauce to extend leftovers or to use in new made dishes. Make it your handy helper for all kinds of money saving hot meals. Get it tomorrow. Your best buy in cheese food, Velveeta made only by craft. I dedicate this program to the fight against crime. Not merely crimes of violence and crimes of dishonesty, but crimes of intolerance, discrimination and bad citizenship. Crimes against America. The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer. Say Casey, you think they'll ever put my statue in the hall of fame? What are you famous for, Ethelbert? For 27 straight I always got the same part of the turkey. That's some kind of a record, ain't it? Well, because you consistently get it in the neck. That might make you notorious, but not really famous. No, no, Ethelbert, you know, you have to do something really big, you know, something important to deserve a famous name. Like what? Well, like Anchor Hawking. The most famous name in. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey. Crime photographer, ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole. Our adventure for tonight after Turkey, the bill, 7 o'clock in the evening, a medium priced uptown restaurant known as Petrakas Olympian. At a table for two, a flashily dressed young man pushes aside his empty plate and says to the pretty girl who sits opposite, hey, that turkey wasn't half bad. You didn't leave much of it. Neither did you. Shall I order dessert now? Uh huh. Hey waiter. Gus. Okay Keith, what do you want to know? Joe, we're ready for the plum pudding now. Poop. Plum pudding. That's what you want too, isn't it Lottie? Yes. And coffee. Same here. Okay. Keith, I don't know why you won't let me do anything for you in a classy way, Lottie, I asked you out for a Thanksgiving spread and you made me bring you to a cheap place like this. Joe, you can't afford to throw your money away. How do you know what I can afford? I may not have as good a job as my cousin Bird yet, but it doesn't mean I. What Bird got to do with it? He's got plenty to do with it. He didn't have to work today. You'd be out with him now instead of me. I know Bird isn't working tonight, Joe. He came home before we left there. I could have had dinner with him if I'd wanted. Yeah. Oh, don't be like that, please. Why shouldn't I be? While I was in. While I was away, you and him became awful good friends. We were always friends, the three of us. We grew up on the same block. Yeah, but while I was away, he moved into your old man's room and house so he could become closer friends. Oh, don't start that again. Tonight we're out for a pleasant evening. And it has been pleasant so far. Please, Joe. All right, comes out. Dessert, two plums of pudding and coffee. You know, when you go out with me, Ly, you're going to get class. Whether you think I can afford it or not. I'm going to take you to Dance Land. I'm going to buy you a whole roll of tickets. Best you'd get out of that tight, wide fur is a soda in a movie. All right, it's all out, guys for me to check with him. You said it, Joe. All right, Joe. Since you won't drop the subject, we'll talk about Birds. Well, he wants me to marry him. I figured that from that dirty double crosser. He isn't a double crosser. He knows I've been going with you since we were kids and I've always been crazy about you. And while I was taking that bum wrap on the reform attorney. You didn't take a bum wrap, Joe. You asked for what you got. All right, so the cops had the goods on me. That gave Bird no right. It gave me a right to do a lot of thinking. So you decided a sneaky yellow drip like my cousin is a better bet than me? I don't think Bird is sneaky or yellow. You don't, huh? No, and I don't think you're a criminal. It's nice of you to say that. I'm not being nice. I'm saying what I believe. If you make me sure you've learned your lesson. Yeah, you Won't have to worry about me liking Ferd or. Or anyone. There's never really been anybody but you, Joe. Only. Only I've got to be sure. How do I make you sure, Lottie? Just show me and dad that you're steady, that's all. And I've been showing you that since I came back. Didn't I get a job right away? Yes, Joe, but. But I don't see how you can afford those two new suits and that overcoat with what you're making. Oh, Oh, I get it. Bird can buy clothes or take you out. And it's okay, isn't it? He's never had trouble with the cops. But the minute I spend an extra buck, you and your old man figure I've glommed it somewhere. Oh, no. Oh, yes. Your old man especially hates my insides. He don't want you to have anything to do with me. If dad hated you, he wouldn't let you stay at our rooming house. He rents rooms and I pay for the one I rent. That's business. And to ease your mind about the extra dough I spent, Lottie, I'm a lucky guy with dice and a good pool player. Here's your check, kid. Thanks, Gus. Pay you so we can get out of here. We're going to dance Land and we what, Joe? I haven't got my wallet. Oh, you've lost your money. I don't know. Maybe I left it home. Phone dad. He'll look in your room. Well, if he found it, I'd have to go there for her. It's only a few blocks. You stay here, Lottie, while I go. Oh, you. You don't have to leave the lady here, kid. You're an old custom and I know you come back and pay. Well, thanks, Gus, but I can make better time alone. Hand me over coat. Even that racket's the blue one there. Sure, sure. Ooh. Oh, he's a fancy coat. Nice and bright with red stripes. You got a class, kid. Yeah, but right now I got no dough. I'll come back as soon as I can, Lottie. I hope you find your money. Yeah, I hope so, too. And how. Gee, Casey, it's nice of you and Ms. Williams to have Thanksgiving dinner here in the Blue Note with me. Oh, we're nice people, Ethelbert. Well, the very best. True. Warm hearted and generous to a fault. Pass the salt. Also honest, kind and steadfast. Here's the salt and pepper. You know, we're really understating our sterling qualities, Ann. We've risen to the heights of magnanimity, whatever that is. By chewing Thanksgiving turkey in this crummy joint we see every day simply because our little pal here had to work could only get away from his bartending long enough to grab a meal on the house. We hope you appreciate our sacrifice, Ethelbert. Oh, I do. Good. Pardon my reach for the Tabasco to prove your gratitude. Ethelbert, you can pay for our dinners. Yeah, well, Tabasco any, huh? Thanks. Hey, you've made a splendid suggestion, Casey. Paying our bill will relieve Ethelbert of a small part of his obligation for our company. Say, come to think of it, you two are working today yourselves. You didn't have time to get a full meal. Any further away from your office than this crummy joint. Ethelbert, you impugn our motive. He destroys my faith in human nature. Ah, yes, the spirit of the day is entirely lost upon this lug, Casey. If you'd pay me what you already owed this crummy joint I'd be only too happy to buy you dinner. Get it, Walter. This guy's too wise for us, Annie, huh? I'm afraid so, Casey. Casey. Oh, yeah, Walter, you weren't in the bar phone. You sit it down. Oh, nuts. I'm only just finished my turkey. No, this means no dessert, Casey. I'll see what Burke wants. Well, stall him off if you can. Yeah, I'll do my best, Danny. Hello, Grace. Hello, Casey speaking. Look, Burke, we haven't finished our dinner yet. Oh, all right, all right. Where do I get my pencil at? Corner of Whitestone and Evans. Well, what happened there? What is that all for? A run of the mill story like that, we gotta leave our dessert. Well, okay, Burke. All right, goodbye. Why I stick to this newspaper racket, I don't know. What was it, Kate? Look, we gotta get out to Whitestone and Evans and some mug just held up a filling station there and got away with a couple of hundred. Did he shoot anyone? No, no, it's one of those inside page fillers. Burke says news is light and we gotta cover it. All right, where is Whitestone and Evans? Way uptown, not far from Petrakis Olympian Restaurant. You know, we've eaten there a couple of times. Yeah, I remember. I. Any description of the holdup guy? Yeah, he wore a flashy blue overcoat with red stripes. See you later, pal. So long, Ethelbert. So long. Stay. Wait. Who's gonna pay for this crummy joint? Our story will continue in just a moment. In mansion or cottage, in city or town Thanksgiving Day is a time for family reunions, feasting, and fun. But through all the gaiety, there runs a deep note of real thanksgiving for blessings past and present. There's a tacit recognition that a better fed nation is a stronger, happier nation. And one of the ways in which the American way has made its greatest progress is in the production, preparation and distribution of food. Now take the matter of delivering food alone. The great organizations who process and ship us our better foods know that flavor, purity and freshness are best preserved by clean, sanitary glass. And that's why, as you look around the shelves of your food stores, you see that so many famous brands are brought to you in gleaming protective containers made of glass. Containers that preserve and safeguard flavor and taste while they permit you to see in advance exactly what you're buying. It's noteworthy that many of the leading brands of food of all kinds come to you in anchor glass containers sealed with tamper proof anchor caps. Products of anchor hocking, the most famous name in class. Here's what happened, Ms. Williams. I'm working this station, see? I'm here in the office when this holdup guy opens the door and says, give me your door. He had a gun, of course. Oh, sure, he had a gun. The time was about a quarter past seven. What did you notice about the guy aside from his flashy overcoat? Well, he wore his hat pulled down over his eyes and a handkerchief was tied around the lower part of his face. Also, he worked fast. What did he do? Well, he told me to get into the gent's restroom there and to keep quiet. He locked the door on me and I heard him open up the money drawer there. And then I heard him leave the joint. I started pounding on the door and after a while I managed to bust out. That was about a quarter to eight. And then I phoned the cop. You mind if I shoot a picture of that busted door, sergeant? Go ahead, Casey. Thanks. You want to picture me too, won't you, Mr. Casey? Huh? Oh, sure, yeah. The door and you. I'll shoot the door first. It's going to give me old lady a big kick to see me written up with a paper saying, hey, was this big puddle of grease in front of this door Jones, when the holdup guy locked you in? Oh, yeah, yeah, I spilled it there earlier and I had enough time to clean it up. Now, the mug must have stepping in, Casey. Along with a description of his flashy coat I've sent out, I included instructions to look for a guy with dirty grease stains on his shoes. Well, the two things together ought to nail him, Sergeant. Yeah, I told the sergeant something else that ought to nail a guy. What's that? Well, one of the bills he stole out of the money drawer was an old 20 that had been torn in two and kind of stuck together with scotch tape. I took it in just before the robbery, so I remember. It looks like you cops have plenty to work on, Sarge. Yeah, well, we got all there is. Annie. Let's blow out of here, get back to the Blue Note, get some plum pudding and coffee. Come on. Ain't you gonna take my picture, voice? Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll. I'll kind of stand here by the empty cash drawer and point my finger at it. That'll be original. A standard point, pal. Go ahead. Great. All set. Now shoot. Jones. Hey, Gus. I'm getting my picture took. Don't walk in front of the camera. I have just heard what happened to you about that guy in the blue overcoat which hold you up. Well, I'll tell you all about that later, Gus, as soon as I get my picture. No, no. I tell you and those cop about it. Now you tell. Who are you? Oh, I am Gus Nicopolis. I am waiting for Petrakas Olympian restaurant three blocks from here. And I know who is the kid who robbed my good friend Zones. You know? Yeah, I know. As soon as I am told the news about that fancy overcoat. What are you talking about? What are you talking about? I tell you cops everything. Even where to find this hold up, kid. He tell me he is going with his girl to danceland. You got no right to pull me off that dance floor, copper. You don't believe this waiter Sergeant Joe hasn't held up anybody. We're going to see about that. Close the door, will you, Casey? Okay, Sarge. Now, this overcoat we got from the check room, it's yours, isn't it, Bowers? Yeah, that's my coat. And you, Jones, say the guy who stuck you up wore a coat just like it. It's the same coat, Sonja. You're nuts ass. I bought this blanket and a couple of dozen just like it. Now take it easy, kid. If your story's okay, we'll check on everyone who owns a coat like this. I'm gonna search you. While I'm at it, you can tell us what you did after leaving Petrakis restaurant. After you couldn't find your wallet, I mean. I went straight to my room and house to look for my dough. Finally I found it in a dresser drawer and I came straight back to Petrakas for Lottie. That's Ms. Newcombe here. The Doe's in that wallet you just took out of my pocket. It's about 40 bucks. And it's mine. I didn't steal it. Hey, is that torn 20 in the wallet, Sergeant? No. I guess he hasn't got a gun on him either, son. He's clean, Casey. So are his shoes. Grease would show up plain on those light tan. He may have changed shoes and hidden a few things. Yeah. How far is your rooming house from that filling station, kid? Two blocks away down Evans Street. My father runs it. How long did Joe leave you in Patrikasis? While he was finding his money, right? I didn't time him. It wasn't more than 15 minutes, maybe a half an hour. So what? So you had plenty of time to stick up Jones and go to your room before you came back to Petragon. All right. If it's the way you dope it, copper, search my room. I'm gonna do that little thing, young fella. All of you, let's go. Lottie, why have you and Joe come home with all these people and these policemen? Everything's all right, dad. They made a mistake about Joe, but it's going to be all right. A mistake about Joe? A big mistake. Mr. Newcomb, I don't understand. I'm Sergeant Healy, Fifth Detective District. There was a stick up a few blocks from here tonight and Joe Bowers here is under suspicion. A stick up Joe? He didn't do it, Dad. I know he didn't. You were with him, Lottie. You must know your daughter wasn't with him for a long half hour. Mr. Newcomb, I haven't taken time to get a search warrant, so I'd like your permission to go over Joe's room. Give him a go ahead. I have. They'll find nothing to tie me up with any heist. John. All right with you, sir? Oh, yes, sir. Of course. Thanks. Take me to your room, Bowers. Come on. Everybody else stay here with this uniformed officer. Ms. Williams and I'd like to go with you and Joe, Sarge. Okay, Casey? No, thanks, Sarge. My room's on the next floor. It's right up those stairs. Lead the way, kid. And don't try anything tricky. Why should I try anything? What you got on me? Is that a stick up? Guy wore an overcoat like mine. And that's all you're going to get. There's the door in my room, copper. Open it. Make yourself at home. Give me a key. The door isn't locked. I never bother. I'll turn on the lights. Now do your stuff. I will. You won't find anything locked up here. Cause I got nothing worth stealing and nothing to hide. Now if you were going to work in my cousin's room across the hall, you'd need a fistful of keys. He's one of those careful, secretive guys. You got a cousin living across the hall? Yeah, his name's Ferd. A Ferdinand. And is he a crumb. I figured you don't like him. I like him about as much as he likes me. Maybe more because he's been making a play for my girl. He isn't getting anywhere. How you doing, copper? You see anything of the dough I'm supposed to have stolen or the gat you think I use in that sticker? Not yet, kid, and you won't. I'm 100% in the clear. Oh yeah? How did this get under your carpet? What, Casey? A torn twenty dollar bill stuck together with scotch tape. I never saw that bill before and I think Jones will identify it as the one taking his cash drawer. Wait a minute. There's more dough under this rug, Sarge. A couple of hundred bucks at least. Nice politicians. I don't know how it got there. I didn't pull that stick up. That's a comedy, Joe. This money nails you. This is a frame up, I tell you, it's a frame. Where to hide your gun? I never had a gun, I swear. I'm clean, kid. Where's the gun? Wait a minute, will you give me a break? Let me think. Let me think a minute. Yeah, yeah. There's just one mug would pull a thing like this. And if you're right, guys, you won't let them get away with it. Question Ferd, Sergeant, question. My cousin Ferd. His room's right across the hall. Might be a good idea, Sergeant. Okay, let's go over. That's the room. Yes, I. I'd like to talk to you a minute. This is the police. Just a second. I'm just starting. Get ready for bed. I'm Detective Sergeant Healey, young man. This is Ms. Williams and Mr. Casey. Are you. Hello there. What do you want? Let me close this door. Your cousin Joe here has made some accusations against you that it's my duty to investigate. Oh, he has, has he? Do you own an overcoat like Joe's here? Blue with red stripes. An overcoat like that, have you ever worn one? I wouldn't wear a zook blanket like that if you paid me. You say yes, I say. Mind if I look around your room? Why? First, someone wearing an overcoat like Joe's held up the Whitestone filling station tonight. What? You know where I bought this coat, Bird? I think you got one just like it on the qt. I think you slipped my wallet out of my pocket just before I left here with Lottie tonight so I'd have to leave her and look for it. You were watching the rest of them when I left it. You went to that village. Why, you're crazy, Sergeant. You can't believe it. Maybe I don't. But I want to search your room. Oh, wait a minute. Huh? Have you got a search warrant? No. Hey, get out of here. Say, I know I write. Unlike a certain relative of mine, I've got a clean record. Who are you calling a loud? You, Joel. Why? I'll knock. Cut it up. Cut it, both of you. So you don't want me to search your room? Hey, young fella. You heard me before. Sergeant. Hey, Pa. Wait a minute. You're taking the wrong attitude. You got nothing to hide. This isn't the way to show it. He's got a good reason for saying you can't search, and I'm gonna prove it. He better than cause, Joe. Take me if you can. I'll make you your. Hold it. First let me go. I'll get a warrant. You don't need a warrant, Sarge. Look there. What? In the back of his closet, covered with other clothes. Oh, an overcoat like yours, just like mine. And in his pocket there's a gun. I never saw that coat before. Never saw that gun. Well, somebody did. Come on. I'm taking a boast of headquarters. I don't know how that overcoat got my closet, Sergeant, I swear I never saw it or that gun before. So you've been saying, Ford. Both of you get into this. You did this to me, Joel. Sure, I got wise to your frame up your louse. I threw it right back at you. We'll continue our discussion at the station house. Of course, you'll only hold me long enough to get my testimony. I'll be back home in an hour or so, maybe. You and Ms. Williams tagging along after us, Casey? No, Sarge. I may give you a pause later, though. We still have our Thanksgiving dinner to finish. Why don't you two get jobs that won't make you work on holidays? Why don't you mean like Captain Logan? I've been thinking about it for the last 25 years. Good night. Nice Dr. Haley. Come on. Let's get into our car, Casey, and get our stuff to the paycheck. I'm going back to that rooming house. Annie, why are you convinced that Cousin Bird framed Cousin Joe? Well, his attempt to prevent a search of his room didn't look very good, Annie. I'm just thinking. Well, Joe found that overcoat with what might be called surprising ease. It's hard to believe that Joe would invite his own arrest in order to frame his cousin. Why, one little slip framer, whoever he is, did make a slip, Annie. His plan didn't anticipate a grease puddle. And he had to get rid of a pair of shoes that may walk back and kick him. None of the shoes in Joe's room or in birds had any grease stains on them. No, Sergeant Healy hasn't forgotten those missing shoes. And he'll be back pretty soon to really look for them. Well, I'm gonna start looking right now. Ring Newcomb's bell. Sometimes I wish your snooping instincts were more restrained, Casey. I'd like a cup of coffee now and talk. Hi, Mr. Newcombe. Mr. Casey. Yes. May we come in? Of course. But I. We didn't go with Sergeant Healy and his prisoners. Wanted to ask, how's your daughter? Now, she wasn't taking this thing very well when we left. Oh, she feels terrible about it, Ms. Williams. Perhaps a woman can talk to her better than I can. Will you try to convince her that everything will come out all right? I'll gladly try, Mr. Newcombe. She's in our private living room. Go on in and talk to her alone, Annie. I'll stay here. All right. It breaks my heart to see my girl crying, Mr. Casey. She's all I have. She blames herself for what has happened. It isn't her fault that two young fools became so infatuated with her. I knew they hated each other, but I never anticipated anything like this. No, guess not. Of course, you had some reason for coming back here, Mr. Casey. Yes, I came back to ask your permission. Yes, I want permission to ask a few personal questions between ourselves and off the record. Very well. You haven't wanted Joe for a son in law, have you? In my place, would you? The boy has served a reformatory sentence that, according to my observation, has failed to steady him or improve his sense of values. Ferd has been Joe's opposite, I imagine. He always seems so. Lottie strikes me as a pretty sensible girl, Mr. Newcombe. Unless one of those fellows confesses he framed the other or it can be definitely proven she'll doubt both of them too much to marry either one of them. Yes, I think that's so. And as there Will be no confession or definite proof. Things should work out exactly as you planned. As I planned? You're the guy behind this double frame up, Mr. Keisha. You didn't think I'd be back, did you? You shouldn't have changed back into those comfortable old shoes after Sergeant Healy left here. You did a lousy job of cleaning off that grease. But you held up that filling station and frame both the boys to keep your daughter from marrying either one of them. It was very foolish, wasn't I? Yes, I think so. Shall I call Sergeant Healy? All right, you can call Sergeant Healy. Mr. Casey, I'm ready to confess. Wait a minute. Wait. Let me take a close look at those shoes. What? The pool of grease in that filling station you heard us talk about wasn't deep enough to reach far above the soles of a shoe. Hey, you greased those shoes yourself. You spread it on so thick it covers the toes and heels. I didn't spread it on, pal. You're a beautiful liar and I'm a beautiful dope. You greased those shoes and put them on knowing the cops had come back and spot them. You were willing to take the wrath because your kid is in love with one of those punks. You can prove that. Nobody can. And when I confess, that's all that's needed. You forget, the police lab will compare the grease on these shoes with a filling station grease and it won't be the same. And then Sergeant Healy will go right back to work on Joe and Ferd. The police laboratory can tell? Yes, definitely, Mr. Newcomb. But if it couldn't, don't you think your confession would be much harder for your daughter to take than the loss of a little rat sheep. But I. I couldn't dare to see her cry anymore. All I could think of to do was. What I tried. You see, I know the guilty boy, Mr. Casey. And she's loved Joe ever since they were children. No, Joe. I found his grease stained shoes hidden in the cellar tonight. His taste in shoes is like his taste in overcoats. So I could make no mistake. Well, let's get him and take him to the cops. Later. Mr. Newcomb. Your daughter's going to realize that the low down she'll get on Joe tonight is a cause for real Thanksgiving. We'll join the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. This is Harry Marvel to remind you how important the new Anchor glass one way no deposit bottle is to your enjoyment of ale and beer. It's a custom made container made just for you. No one has used it before and no one ever will use it again. When you're through with it, you dispose of it as you would any other food container. There's no deposit, no fuss or bother. And the new Anchor Glass One Way bottle assures you of sparkling ale and beer without cloudiness and with no foreign flavor or aroma. Beer that's truly brewery bright. Most of the brewers of New England and those who ship ale and beer into New England have adopted this bottle for your protection and added convenience. For the Anchor Glass One Way bottle not only costs the brewer less than any other type of single trip container, but it also gives you much more for your money. So here's a good rule. When buying ale and beer, always demand a glass bottle. And for extra convenience, demand your favorite brand in the new Anchor Glass One Way no Deposit bottle, a product of Anchor Hockey, the most famous name in glass. So the shoes fit Joe and he had to wear them, huh? Kg? They pinched so tight he cracked wide open. Ethelbert. He admitted planting a duplicate of his coat in Bird's closet. Everything. If his scheme had worked, Lottie would never have spoke to Ferd again and she'd have married Joe. Well, that was Joe's idea, Ethelbert. But it worked out in reverse. Lottie sank into Ferd's manly arms when she heard the lowdown and she seemed very comfortable. See what some guys will do for love? As my sister Edna says, quote, if love didn't make the world go round, there wouldn't be so much dizziness, unquote, or so much niceness. Yeah, a grand guy. Lottie's old man. Hey, Annie. What's the matter with us? We got plum pudding and coffee still coming to us. How about it, Ethelbert, huh? Oh, hot spot time. Well, what's so funny? 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The last bottle of the before Prohibition brew of a famous Milwaukee brewer was prized so highly that being the last of its kind, the manufacturer had it insured for $25,000. Believe it or not. In a moment I'll tell you a story about Thanksgiving when it was known as a fast day until the year 1631. The stern pilgrims celebrated their Thanksgiving by rigorously abstaining from food and drink. In that year at Charlestown, the annual Thanksgiving fast day on February 5 was changed to a feast day for the first time to celebrate the long awaited arrival of a ship which landed with provisions from Ireland. It was not until President Lincoln's time that Thanksgiving day was generally designated for the last Thursday in November. Believe it or not, my name is Regan. I get 10 a day and expenses from a detective bureau run by a guy named Anthony J. Lion. They call me the Lion's Eye. With Jack Webb is Jeff Regan, the Lion's Eye. Stand by for hardboiled action and mystery and thrilling adventure in tonight's story of the Pilgrim's Progress. The Cosmopolitan Building, 7th street near Olive, downtown LA. The Together by an architect who must have taken his degree on the rock pile at Leavenworth. It's up on the third floor, room 308. Right next to a credit dentist who shares his office with a collection agency. On the other side there's a school for models and the Lion's got sore eyes trying to see through that cloudy glass. International Detective Bureau. Anthony J. Lyon, president. He's also vice president, secretary, treasurer. I work for him. Well, the office isn't much but there's enough elbow room for a client to write a check. I went to the office Friday night about 5:20, answering the Lion's call. He was sitting behind the desk, sucking on a quarter cigar. He looked real pleased, like a fat lady locked in a cream puff factory. Man I know had a baby. Poor man named Broman. Groan or something like that. Muzzle toss. Canceling arrangements you got for the night? I got something for you to do. Got your car in the lot. Gas it up. You're taking a trip. Where to? Calabasas. A man wants to see it. I got no friends out there? Friend of mine named Hendricks, he counts his money with an adding machine and his fingers always swollen. What's the problem? I don't know. He didn't say. He just called and told me to send out a man. How much did he give you? For a retainer. When an important man like Hendrick calls you, don't insult him by asking for money. Oh, stop it, Willie. You're the kind of guy who would steal pennies out of parking meters. That's enough. If one of them turned up empty, you'd sue the city. Here's the Hendrick's address. Now get out there. All right. Yeah. Remember, do a good job and I'll give you Thanksgiving off. And I'll pay you with what? Cranberries? Well, I headed out Beverly and then up through Hollywood. You know, it's only November, but Santa Claus is breaking out all over the boulevard. I fought my way over Coinga Pass and by the time I was dodging station wagons on Ventura, it was dark. Calabasas is a place with a couple of service stations, a hot dog stand and a few road signs full of buckshot. The Hendricks place turned out to be about five miles down a road that the Indians built for hauling firewood. I guess they couldn't keep the cork in. But the house itself was strictly prohibition stuff. Big pile of slate roof and leaded windows. It was dark and lonesome. Figured somebody had their holidays make. Hi, Bill. Rum. He was a big fat guy. He was holding a six foot gun the shape of a straightened out tuba. We came closer and I could see his hat. It was a high one with a buckle on it. He was dead and black and he had buckles all over him. Figured that I'd been eating too much Quaker oats. What's the matter, pilgrim? A little suit makes you nervous? That's a big gun. Shoots musket balls. Good for engines. Well, I'm no Indian. Oh, I wasn't aiming at you. Well, that gun wouldn't know the difference. It's a blunderbuss. Great weapon. Is it? I saw you. You pop her up on a crutch fooling with that thing. And we'll both need one. Be quiet. Lower the barrel. Lots of powders. Look, why don't you give that thing back to the museum? More powder. Gotta use lots of this black powder. Mister, you need black coffee. Come on, get that thing before it blows up in your face. You broke a window. All right. It was only the attic. You live here? Of course not, pilgrim. I'm Miles. Sandy. Well, where's the rest of the party? Oh, inside talking to John Olden. Yeah, sure. Oh, you just think I'm kidding, don't you, Pilgrim, you just haven't got the Mayflower spirits. You drank it all. This is cider. Nothing better on a Cold New England night. Thanksgiving's not for a week. Come on, get off it. Hark. What's the matter? Put that down. I'm not going to shoot him. He's a friendly type. Brother Regan. Yeah. If thou would follow me, please. Oh, you, too, huh? I beg your parents pardon. Okay. Okay. Well, so long, pilgrim. Yeah. Keep your Potter dry, Sandy. I'll see you on Premise Rock. Okay. This way, Brother Regan. Felix. You work here? My name is Fel. Why don't you lock that guy up? I'd be outnumbered, sir. There are 21, pilgrim. Bad winter. They make you wear those corduroy knickers? Knee britches, sir. Was Priscilla's idea. You need a union. I need more shapely legs. Through here. Well, it's quite a place you got. Well, looks better without the decorations, sir. Yeah. How do you keep from stepping on these pumpkins? It's only when they use them for bowling that it's difficult. Come on, fill me in. What's this all about? Thanksgiving, sir. 1621. Okay. This room here, sir. Go right in. Okay. Shut the door. Shut it. Mr. Hendricks around? He's out here. Come over. Sit down. Who are you? Priscilla, don't. Please. Don't say another word of that silly rigmarole or I'll start screaming. Yeah, well, I could use a little yell myself. I'm Agnes. I'm Mrs. Hendricks. Or Agnes. It doesn't make any difference. It does to my friends. Didn't I say sit down? Yes, you did and I didn't. So you don't like the party, huh? I'm not much of a puritan, Mr. Regan. Well, that Great Dane says the masquerade was your idea. Help this stupid. This goes on all weekend, Mr. Reagan. It's called a turkey shoot. So that's it. Who gets the bird? The Pilgrim Fathers, my husband's friends. They ought to be shot, every one of them. Yeah, well, I'm not from the SPCA. Oh, wait a minute. A minute, Mr. Regan, I. I like you. That's not the point. I'll bore you. Your husband might. Him? He's crazy, Mr. Regan. Crazy as the things he does. Shooting, drinking, spending money, a hard life. I don't know how I stood it for as long as I have. My lawyer says I'm the most patient woman in the world. Yeah. Now, thanks for the conversation. Ms. Hendricks, why did my husband send for you? I don't know. Yes, you do. You do know. Tell me. I don't know. Please. You don't realize what kind of a man my husband can be. I never met him. You don't know how much I need help. How lonely I am. Well, where is he? I'll tell you if you'll promise to come back to me. No, I'll write you a letter. He's out in the shed, other side of the patio. Thanks. I wouldn't act this way if I weren't so frightened. You don't know what it is to be frightened all the time. No, but I'm learning. I wish you'd stick around, Mr. Regan. Well, thanks, Ms. Hendricks, but the pin feathers are a little sharp. Mrs. Hendricks went back to her worrying and I wound my way through the house looking for the back entrance. My legs got tired before it finally showed. In the other side of the pantry, it poured out into a flagstone patio as big as the Palladium. A walk took me to a shed. It was a two story redya place that must have made a loud noise on the cash register. And alongside, fenced in with chicken wire, was a whole population of turkeys. Well, I went into the shed with a little round faced guy with pink skin was leaning over a barrel of cider. He wore a blue silk smoking jacket with gold initials EH on the pocket. When he caught my footsteps, his head bobbed up and he gave me a deep look like he was trying to see the back of my eyeballs. Yes? I'm Regan, International Detective Bureau. Oh, I've been expecting you. I'm Hendrix. Yeah. No, why the fireworks, huh? Oh, my. Outstanding. Just having fun. It's party, you know. Big party we're having. Yeah, the neighbors will complain. Ah, neighbors. None for miles around. That's why I like it out here. Have trouble finding me, you got to put up signs. Signs? Glass of cider, Regan. Carefully. I'm not thirsty. Yeah, that's not what it's for. Strong kind. Oh, go on. Thanksgiving soon. Get in the spirit. No, I can hold out till Thursday. Suit yourself. Excuse me. Yeah, there's gonna be quite a party here. You know, your wife's got a different version. Oh, you spoke to her? Yeah. You were told to come out here to see me. I got sidetracked. It's not good for a man in your position. All right, Hendricks. Why am I here? What'd she say to you? I forgot. Vegan. You're making me angry. Now, look, mister, you didn't get me out here to make a pilgrim out of me, all right? No, no, of course not. Fine woman, Mrs. Henley. We've been married for years, you know, happily. Fine, fine little woman. So she makes me a Little nervous at times. Don't you like the sound of guns going off? She shouldn't get so excited, boys. Just having a little fun. It's only once a year. What's wrong with that? Come on now. What's the job? Didn't the lion tell you? He said you would. Oh, nothing to be so mysterious about. I've just got a package I want to to take to get you. That's it? You got me all the way out here to play escort to that bird? I just want to be friendly. Yeah. Now go on, go on, go on. It's a long way back to LA and you want to be there for Thanksgiving. That's the difference. I got the turkey. I can celebrate anytime. 60 miles to do a delivery job on a dead bird. Well, I wandered back to my car and I listened to the crickets and the gunshots try to outdo each other. Then I dumped the turkey into the back seat and I studied the car down the drive. I just thrown it around the bend when the headlights caught a pair of buckle shoes and black knee braces. Miles Standish was lying face down in the dirt and there was a wet shine on his side. He was breathing hard. Blunderbuss was lying beside him and I figured that he blew out the wrong end. I would have gone for the Hendrix phone and the doctor, but I got a good look at the holes in him and I headed for hospital instead. The Plunder bus may have been kicking up a fuss, but the holes in miles Standish were 20th century, about the size of a 32. Well, I turned him over to an emergency hospital. I put a call into the sheriff's office, I gave the story to Lieutenant Robinson and then I headed back toward town. At the Lion's place the lights were still on, so I figured he didn't have company. I wrapped him the door and he flung it open before the echo could die away. He had a carving knife in one hand and he was wearing an apron. His eyes were big and he had an eager look like a college couple on Mulholland Drive. Regan, you're back. Oh, now that takes a big brain. I've been waiting for you. You know, I had a chance to go to a classy party tonight. Russian caviar and champagne and flavors to all the guests. Know why I didn't go? You lost your trash suit, huh? I said to myself. Is it fair to go out and have a good time while my employee is working real hard for international detective? The answer came out yes, but the party was called off. Well, as a matter of fact, it was. But I wouldn't have gone anyway. Where is it? Where's what? The package from Hendrick. Now, you can change your plans, big shot. You're getting a bundle of trouble instead. What do you mean? Turkey's not the only thing they're knocking off out on that ranch. Somebody's handy with a.32 and he's found a target. You've been drinking. Check the county emergency hospital. They'll show you the holes. I send you out on a simple little job and you come back with a crazy story about a shooting. You're out of your mind. Now, listen, you. There's a big smell out in Calabasas. What about my turkey? The sheriff's officer gonna have a lot of questions. You got the answers? I don't know anything. I was miles away. Well, then find out something. Check into the guy who shot. Find out who he is, what he does and what he was doing out at Hendricks. Away. You going scratch around in the Hendrix closet? They tell different stories about their wedded bliss. Hey, Regan. Yeah? Where's my turkey? It's too rich for your blood, fatso. Stick to chicken. Well, I left him standing there with his apron hanging out. Miles Standish might get enough wind through that extra hole to say who shot him, but more likely not. Anyway, with the bucket load he had, he would have sworn it was the Last of the Mohicans. But there was an angle of that Hendricks woman, even if it didn't show. So I walked up the street to where my car was nuzzling a lamppost. The turkey and I were just going to wake up a newspaper office. Only something changed my mind. A newspaper. It was wrapped around a bundle and the bundle was under a guy's arm. And the arm was shutting the door on my car. Good evening, Pop. Hi. Going somewhere? Sure, sure. Find a place to sleep, that's all. Want a cigarette? Say, I don't mind if I do. Thought you was a bull for a minute. You mind if I take two now? Help yourself. My brother smokes, too. Not much in the streets these days. Bad all over. Something ought to be done. Stick around. No, no, sonny. You give me smokes, I don't hit you for cash. It's a rule I got. I'll make the touch. What's in the newspaper? Russia inside. In the funny paper? Yeah, sure. Well, I'll take it easy, boss. Guy's got a right to his privacy. You're what's sleeping in my car. Oh, so that's it yours, huh? Small world. Ain't it? Yeah. Come on, let's unwrap. It's Thanksgiving, Mac. Ain't you heard of Thanksgiving? I'm gonna plug my ears. Give. Now, please, Mac, show me the spirit. Once in my life. Both drumsticks. Stop it. You're breaking my. I mean it, Mac. Let me have it. I'll break the wishbone for use, honey, I will. You ain't got no use for all that meat, have you? Oh, you have, huh? For so long, man. Hey, wait a minute. Hold it. I let go of my arm. That was a pretty dance. But you should have changed your shoes. What's that? You didn't get those buckles in the bloodline. Oh, now, come on, change the record. Who are you? That's none of your business. I go. I can talk. I will not. You're from the Hendrick's place, aren't you? You're from the. Thank you for. That's all right. Got the bird? Sure. Let's go. Yeah. Nighty night, Pilgrim. You are listening to the story of the Pilgrim's Progress. Tonight's adventure with Jeff Regan. Investigators. Commissions are still available in the Army Nurse Corps. Graduate. Registered nurses between the ages of 21 and 45 may qualify for service with this fine organization. If you are interested in joining the Army Nurse Corps and believe you qualify for a commission, apply to the adjutant general, Washington, D.C. and now back to Jeff Regan, investigator. And the story of the Pilgrim's Progress. Well, none of it made sense. The lion sent me out to pick up a turkey on the Hendricks ranch in Calabasas. And the Mr. And Mrs. Were having an old fashioned turkey shoot. And all the guests carried blunder buses and dressed like Pilgrims. Only it wasn't just the turkeys who were acting as targets. One of the pilots, Pilgrims, ended up with some.32 caliber holes in them. And then the Hendrix lackey and a buddy shoved the gun at me and stole the lion's bird. Well, I picked myself up and I went home. A heavy man was doing a heist job in my ice box. He was pouring himself a glass of milk to wash down a sandwich he was munching on. Hi, Regan. You're right ahead. Help yourself. Yeah, yeah, thanks. I didn't know how long I was gonna have to wait. And I was getting hungry. There's a restaurant just up block. I like it better this way. Homemade fish. You sandwich. Pretty good. Deviled ham. Come on, let's close the box and open your mouth, buddy. Why not? We had a date, remember? Robinson. Sheriff's office. That's What? I figured. You don't mind me coming in like this, do you? What if I did? I'd leave. Sanctity of the home. You know, you can throw me out even though I got a badge. Let's cut away the fat, mister. What do you want? Answers to a couple of questions. What were you doing at the Hendricks place? Picking up a turkey. Well, it's a new one. Look, you ask them, I'll answer him. Never mind the feature page. How long have you known the Hendrix? Never met him before. Wrong answer. What do you mean? We found this out at the Hendrix house. A page torn out of the yellow directory with a red circle around. International Detectives. Now, that doesn't say a thing. Maybe yes, maybe no. I'm still scratching around. It'll ruin your manicure. You know, Regan, you don't seem to realize the serious seriousness of this. That pilgrimage you dragged in died. Well, I figured. We don't like unsolved murders messing up our record books. Well, then you're wasting your time here. I got lots of it. I don't come up for pension for 12 more years. What was that pilgrim's name he gave me? Miles Standish. Sounds like a fake. Don't count on it. I once knew a John Smith. Give me the real name. I don't have it. All right, he's not a town boy, but we'll track him down. Now straighten out something for me, Regan. How long did you say you knew Hendricks? Now, look, I gave this to you once. Nothing's changed. How come we find a $5,000 check in that joker's pocket made out to cash and signed by Hendrix. Go ahead, answer. Just don't make a date. You may not be available. Yeah? Mr. Regan, this is Mrs. Hendricks. I. I must see you right away. What did you say? I said, Ms. Hendricks, you remember Charlie? No. No, there's no Charlie here. You must have the wrong number. Sort of annoying, isn't it, Regan, when you get a wrong number late at night? Well, it happens. Sure. Sure, it does happen to me once. Anything else you want? Another deviled ham sandwich. Kitchen's clothes. Whether you're out in hospitality. You weren't asked. Okay. I gotta move anyway. See you later, Regan. Keep the mud off your shoes. E r, three, four, oh, eight. Hello, Mrs. Hendricks? This is Regan. I just called you. Well, I couldn't talk. What do you want? Can you come out, Mr. Regan? Right away. You're still lonely. Things aren't going well. Murders like that. I've got to talk to somebody. Won't you Please. Please come. Give me a reason. I can tell you some things now I couldn't mention before. Like why your husband wrote a $5,000 check to the dead man. Check? But there must be some mistake. What do you mean? My husband couldn't write a check that large. He doesn't have any money of his own. It's all in my name. All right. Put a lantern in the window, lady. I'll need some light while I headed out there fast. But when I raised it, I got with a brass knocker. Nothing happened. I tried a window, and a couple of scratches later, I was in the hall. Place looked empty. Like the rose bowl on January 2nd. I found Ms. Hendrick's room where I talked to her and stepped inside. The decorations were different. Sheriff's office. Robinson. Ms. Reagan, I got something for you. It better be good. You're going into overtime. What do you mean? Bring some boys out to the Hendricks place with a wet rag. Somebody blew out Mr. Hendrix Fuse. Well, I backed out of the room and I made it for the bar. Trying to turn up a bottle in the corner. Something else turned up instead. Another dead body. The turkey Phelps and his buddy had stolen from me. Somebody real eager had done a carving job on it before it was even cooked. They torn it apart like they were looking for something. Well, it was morning before the sheriff's boys cleaned up the Hendricks mess, and we got back to town. Robinson had a few more questions, but I was still short on the answers. Ballistics had one, though. Same gun did the job on both Miles, Standish and Hendricks. That's all. Homicide was getting places in a hurry, like a snail hauling a piano. Well, the lion was waiting for me out the sheriff's office, and he pulled me to the side. His eyes were lit up like a pinball machine, and you could tell he'd caught the scent of a green bag. They tricked you. Okay, Regan. I'm good enough. No rough stuff, Nothing that shows? No, I've been turning up things. We've been playing the wrong horse. That figures. You're good at picking losers. Hendricks is a piker, a social climber. He's a dead one. I'll send him flowers, but I'm telling you, he could only write checks for five. Cheap, with a big bounce. Somebody else in this thing can write bigger ones. Well, let me guess who. Mrs. Hendrick, that's who. I tell you, Regan, it pays to keep up your connection. How high can she go? The sky is below sea level. What else you got? Standish is a phony moniker. That's grammar school. Real name, Jeffrey Kelly. Age 42. He's a wholesale jeweler. He had a little business with Mrs. H. $250,000 worth. That's going to run up his taxi. He can handle it. What do you do for her? I drew a blank, but he deposited her certified check of the bank yesterday morning. How does Phelps figure? I don't know. Well, who's the little man in the big overcoat? I can't do everything. You gotta do some work too. Yeah, sure. Now, fine Mrs. Hendricks. Offer her the services of international detective at our usual nominal rate. But don't underplay it. Now get busy. Where are you going? Home, to bed. A man's gotta get some sleep. Well, the time was ticking out, but the game wasn't over yet. We figured to have a fast finish and the line had a pretty good idea about catching some shut eye. So I moved to the office and a stretch out on the couch. But through the glass I could see there was a light on. Company was inside. 20:45. Felt no luck. I looked all over. I told you. I told the Planet apart. Nothing's here. I'm trying my best. Stuff happen. Oh, well, it must be someplace else. Okay, okay. Right away. Leave a nickel, buster. Huh? Oh. Re you looking for something, you pilgrim? What else? Plymouth Rock. Come on, punk, level it. All right, coax me. All right, because you've been crying for this. Now flatten out. Well, it felt good to watch the big guy fall. He folded in like a steeple in an earthquake. When his head bounced in the lion's carpet, it figured he was due for a long sleep. So I went through his pockets. Ticket stubs from the prize fights. The gun and a pocket knife I dumped into the safe. It was a pass to the don's game on November 25th. Must have swiped that from his boss. So I filed that in the lion's desk for future reference. But this guy Phelps had taken orders from somebody besides Hendricks. I just heard him do it on the phone. So when I turned up an old envelope with 832 North Palm stretched in the back, I crossed my fingers. He'd been calling a Crestview number. And the phone book said that I had a lead. North Palm was in the Crestview Exchange area. So I called for the cops to sweep up brother Phelps. And I climbed back onto my broomstick. I drove out through Beverly Hills. I wound up in front of a big Spanish house with potted ten dollar bills on the driveway. There was a new Nash sticking out of the garage and I walked around to take a look, but Honest John had beat me to it. Who's there now? Stick around. I want to talk to you. 10 back. 10 back. You like cars, don't you? Maybe you want a hot rod. No, you don't. Get away from me. Hey. Well, it was the little turkey fan that I'd last seen in an overcoat. Phelps buddy. He took out of there like a colander season, so I let him go. No license? Well, I took a look around the car he'd been sniffing, but nothing showed except the registration. It said Mrs. Agnes Hendricks. I went to the house and rang the doorbell, and she answered. Oh, what's you. I. Mr. Regan. All right, I'll ask myself in. Yes, Come in. What are you expecting John Alden? No, I. I'm glad to see you. You know I don't like girls who break dates. Oh, that. Yeah, that's one thing. I couldn't help it. I couldn't wait for you to come all the way to Calabasas. You got impatient on account of a body in the house. You saw him? Yeah, after I tripped over him in your room. I didn't do it. Did I say you did? You've got to believe me. Relax. I look like a jury. You got multiple vision. Oh, Mr. Regan, I was so frightened. I didn't know which way to turn. We've been through all that woman driver routine. You don't like your husband. You wanted to get rid of him, but only in Reno. All right, now let's get Back to page one. You gave 250 GS to a jeweler named Kelly. You bought a rock. A rock. Plymouth Rock. It's a diamond. It's got to be. Why'd you do it? Who'd you buy it for? My. My lawyer said I should get it for my staff. That's all. He likes you. Pretty, huh? No, no, it was a community property thing. He said I could keep my husband from knowing how much money I had when he asked for a divorce settlement. Only hubby got wind of the deal. I guess so. You're making sense. Only, why did he write a check to Kelly? Well, it was a small one. It must have been for a paste imitation, don't you think? It's not my business. Keep dealing. I mean, maybe he planned on switching them and getting my real one. That's been done. He actually did it. Because all through this, there's been a diamond in the place where I always keep it. All right. You got a strong boy. Phelps had him out looking for the Real diamond. What? And the other guy, the old man was out in the garage? No. Phelps tore up my office phoned here to you, Mr. Regan. Look, there's been two guys killed, Mr. Regan. Good evening, pilgrim. Why's your overcoat stand? Yeah, my foot's in the crack. Mr. Regan, this is. This is John. Oh, can it, will you? I've seen him act one part already. It's true. Mine is the only name that's real. This is my house, Mr. Regan. Lawyer. Yes, I came here to see him. Mr. Regan, I just got here before you. Be quiet, Agnes. Well, I got it all now. You won't keep it. Phelps took his orders from you. It's a waste of testimony. You started this. Spotted the gem switch, figured to cash in. You're losing your. Shut up, Willie. I got aces. Hendrick's outfoxed you. You never found a real diamond. Hing a hand draws blood, Mr. Alden. Don't you keep out of this, Agnes. She's not in it. You are. That's all. Reagan. All right, come on, drop it. Drop it. Go over there. I. I guess I hit him with the paste one, huh? Look, the diamond, it. It broke. Yeah, it was just luck. I. I have the other one, too. I thought Alden was honest. I came to tell him I found it in my husband's cider. Well, that tears it. Come on, Priscilla. That doc's the Mayflower. Well, the whole thing folded in like an elephant on a pogo stick. Yeah, the lawyer did it, all right. Both of them. When he spotted what Hendrix was up to with that diamond switch, he moved in, but not for his client. The jeweler, Miles Standish, alias Kelly, got bumped because he was the only one who could tell the real diamond from a phony. But Hendricks got wise to the muscle act, and so he got shot. Well, the lion was real happy the way it worked out. That dame with the nerves wrote him a check, so he invited me out to Thanksgiving dinner. He offered me any part of the turkey that I wanted. I told him, but I got it anyway. Jack Webb is featured as Jeff Regan with Herb Butterfield as Anthony Jline. It's CBS at the same time next week for more Hard Boiled action and mystery with Jeff Regan, investigator, written by Larry Roman and Jackson Gillis, produced by Sterling Tracy. Featured in tonight's story were Mary Lansing, Marvin Miller, Paul Fries and Paul Dubove. Original music for this program is by Milton Charles. Bob Stevenson speaking. This is cbs, the Columbia broadcast casting system. Welcome back. I don't think that was quite the way John Bunyan wrote it. I will say that the use of Pilgrim never made more sense than in this episode. This was a. This was just a madcap episode. Just so many amazing twists and turns. It was almost surreal. 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Crime photographer. Good evening, everyone. This is Bill Cullen greeting you for Tony Home Permanent and inviting you to listen to another adventure of Casey, crime photographer, ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city, written by Alonzo Dean Cole. Our adventure for tonight, holiday Thanksgiving Day, early afternoon. Among the crowd that strolls idly by the Blue Note Cafe is a slight worried looking man who, unlike the other strollers, doesn't appear to be in a holiday mood. Biff Connors, huh? Hey, remember me, fella? Casey Morning Express. Sure, I remember you. Hey, couldn't be better, Biff. I haven't seen you since. Gosh, you must be three years. Closer to four, I guess. Ms. Williams, let me introduce Mr. Connor. Hello, Mr. Connor. Nice to meet you, Ms. Williams. Heard some nice things about you, Biff. They tell me you're married now, raising a family, got your own business, doing fine. Yeah, well, I got to be running along. Nice seeing you, Casey. Been introduced to you, Ms. Williams. So long. Well, so long, Biff. That was short and sweet. Your friend could hardly contain his joy at meeting you. Yeah, you look worried, Casey. I don't think his mind was really on you. Who is he? Well, he used to be one of the clever safecrackers in the country. Safecracker? He knew more about safes than the people that make them. Well, he didn't keep him out of jail, though. He served three stretches. You don't usually introduce needy or criminal associates. Biff wasn't the usual kind of criminal, Annie. Since his last term in the big house, he's going absolutely straight too. I know that. Yeah. I hope nothing's gone wrong with a guy. Oh, probably not. Ah, here's the blue note. Let me push open the door for you. Well, look who's here. Hi, pal. Good afternoon, Ethelbert. Happy Thanksgiving to both of you. And to you in big red letters. Had you turkey and trimmings yet? No, we plan to go to a movie and then have dinner about 7:00. You having it here? What? Thanksgiving dinner in this joint? Oh, not a chance. What's the matter with this joint? The chef's putting out a $75 cent special today. Stacy's taking me to the Ritz for dinner. And then we're going to a play. Yep. Movies in the afternoon, the Ritz for dinner and then an evening show. Huh. You are having a holiday. We're not going to waste any of it hanging around here. As much as we love you, effervesce. Oh, Casey, it just came to my mind. As of November 1st, you owe us on your October bill. Oh, well, it's all right. I just carry it over to December. I'm gonna need all the dough I've got on me today, I think. Yeah, and you'll need all you got on you in December. I don't like the done a, pal, Casey, but I know you. Oh, hello, Biff. Accusing me for butting like this, Ms. Williams. But Casey, after I left you outside, I got to think. We're glad to see you again, fella. How about having. No, no, no thanks. 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The wave that gives that natural look T O N I ton. Turn into the side street, Casey. It ain't so crowded. We can talk. Okay, Beth. I. I oughtn't wish this on you, Casey. You ain't a guy who owes me anything. But after I run into you by accident a while ago, I got to thinking that maybe it was one of them. Them signs. You see. I've been praying. Yeah, well, he was always a regular in my book. And I got to think that maybe you was the one guy in the world I could turn to for help. Yeah, well, what kind of help do you need? I'm not so heavy with dough. I had plans for today. But if you've got to help. No, I don't want any money. Oh, well, you're not in trouble then. Wait a minute. You in wrong with the cops again? Not yet. Not yet. Casey. I've been 100% straight since I came out of stir last time I asked you to believe that. I believe you, Ben. I. The wife and I built up a nice little business. We got a. We got a store uptown. Tobacco, candy, toys, stationery. Things were going along just swell until two weeks ago. What happened then? A couple of guys come into my store with a proposition. They wanted me to crack a safe. Yeah. They offered me 5,000 bucks to do the job. Nice money. I told them where to go with it. A couple days later they come back. They raised their offer to ten grand. I threw him out of the place. Gone. That didn't get me nothing. He told me I'd play along with him or else. Then this morning, I found a loaded.45 caliber automatic under my candy con. A gun? Yeah. I'm an ex con, Casey. A three time loser. You know what it'd mean for me if the cops found a gat in my possession? You'd get the book? Sure. I'd be put away for Keats. The gun was planted under that counter, Casey. Sometimes during the night I wrapped it up. I made an excuse to the wife that I had to come downtown and I went to the North Bridge and I dropped it in the river. This gun was left where you'd be sure to find it. Yeah. It wasn't meant as a frame, just a. As a hint of what'll happen if I don't play ball. Have the two guys been around to follow up their hint I don't know. I ain't been back to the store. Oh, since I left the bridge. I just been walking around trying to think. Wife don't know anything about them guys in the proposition. I ain't told her and I can't tell her. She knows all about my record. You can figure how scared she'd be. And you haven't told the cops? The guy like me ever run to the cop? Well, it'd be smart if you ran to him this time. No. No? No. Why not? In the first place, they wouldn't believe me. An ex con. They figure I was trying to put something over. I can't blame him, Casey. Well, I can tell him. You got to promise me you won't. Well, Biff, listen. Suppose they did believe me. What happens? They set a trap for the guys who proposed. Them guys got friends who'll know that the squeal that the cops act on how to come from me, my life wouldn't be worth a nickel. Promise me you won't say nothing to the cops, Casey. You got it. What do you want me to do, Biff? I don't know. I just had to talk to somebody, that's all. For a guy I knew was right. And I ain't got such a good head, Casey, I figured maybe. Maybe you could figure my way out. Thanks for the compliment. Well, who are the guys that came to you with this proposition? I don't know. They didn't tell me their names. Well, I get around a little. What do they look like? One was tall and skinny, had a long face and big yellow teeth. He kind of looks like a horse. Yeah. The other's a little dark guy, heavy set. Wait a minute. The one you say looks like a horse, has he got a long scar on his neck? Yeah, like somebody done a shiv job on it. Can't be two mugs who answer to that description. Scar, neck, horse face. Must be Jake Bannister. Head strong armed goon for Nick Reynolds. Nick Reynolds? Well, you must know who he is. The name's familiar. But you are out of touch with the rackets, kid. Nick Reynolds is the Mr. Big behind some of the dirtiest crooked work that goes on in this town. But he poses as a solid, respectable business guy and the cops have never been able to nail him. Oh, wait a minute. Tell me more about the little heavy set mug. Well, he. He looks. He's got a Callie flower ear like a pug and he stinks of perfume. Tony Chef, he's another of Reynolds guys. This is beginning to sound like hot stuff. I don't suppose they told you whose safe they want opened, huh? No. They tell you anything about it? Only there was a small house safe, a real tough one. That's what he needed. An old hot shot like me. And they offered you dough to crack at 10 grand. They didn't say anything about giving you a share of what's in it. That's right. I got a notion there isn't any dough in the box to share, Casey. Just something that somebody wants and is willing to pay high for. Think you can find out from those guys where the box is, the location of the house and who lives there? Well, they won't tell me unless they say I'll play ball with them. That's right, they won't. Look, Biff, go back to your store. They ought to be paying you a visit there today after planting that gun. Try to learn all you can. And then? Well, I made other plans for this afternoon, but I'll, I'll stick around. The Blue Note. I'll write down the number of a phone booth there so we can talk in private when you call. There. Here it is. Thanks, Casey. I got a dinner date for round seven that I can't break, fella. And then I'll be tied up for the rest of the evening. So if your guys don't show by seven, things are going to have to just ride a while, I guess. But in the meantime, I'll be running down a little tip I got on Nick Reynolds. A tip? Yeah, it's just a piece of gossip I didn't think much of until I heard your story. Now it may mean something. Well, so long, Bev. Take it easy now. And try not to worry, huh? I'll try. But remember, you promised me, Casey, you won't tell the cops. Yeah, yeah, that's right. I won't tell the cops. And because your ex convict friend is so worried, Casey, you leave me sitting here in the Blue Note for most of the afternoon. Well, I, I, I phoned you I'd be a little delayed after. A little delayed? Look at the time. It's nearly 5:00. You were taking me to the movies this afternoon, remember? Please, kid, what's a movie when a guy's in a jam? Well, yeah, poor fellow is in a bad spot. He's in a terrible spot. From what Casey's told us, Ms. Williams and I don't see what can be done about it without help from the cops. Listen, if they're brought into the picture, Ethelbert Biff would be killed for Squealing Nick Reynolds is behind this thing and he plays rough. Casey, you said you'd been following up a tip on Reynolds. Yeah, you know Monty Summers, Annie, of the Summers Detective Agency. Summers Blackmail Bureau would be a better name for his outfit. Yeah, that's right. Well, Summers is a shakedown artist of the dirtiest kind. He's done a lot of work for Nick Reynolds, but he doesn't work for him anymore. There's been a bust up. Yeah, I heard that. Well, my tip was that Summers pulled the old double cross and collected evidence against his boss, Reynolds, enough to send him away for life. Now Reynolds is supposed to be paying him plenty to keep that evidence under his hat. Well, that tip sounds like a phony. Reynolds wouldn't pay a blackmailer. He'd have him bumped off. Well, sure. Like you just said, Casey, Nick Reynolds plays Rob too smart to play rough when he stands to lose by it. Though, if Summers has the goods on Reynolds, it's in documentary form that won't be destroyed by his death. It's a sense that Summers has convinced his old boss that the stuff will be made public if he's killed or if he disappears. Yeah, that's all. But Casey, what's it got to do with your friend Biff Connors? 2 of Nick Reynolds trusted hoods offer Biff a flat sum, not a share. To open a house safe, you mean. Well, it could be Monty Summers documentary evidence that Reynolds wants. I. Sure. And if it is, and we could get it. Casey, what a story. What a story. With exclusive pictures too. It'd be worth missing an afternoon movie for, wouldn't it, kid? I'll say. And if the evidence got Nick Reynolds sent to jail, this town would be a much better place to live in. But how is this theory of yours going to help Beth Connors, Casey? It doesn't. It's a complication. Well, since Biff hasn't phoned, I guess Reynolds mugs didn't show up at his place. He's probably taking a holiday off. No, I'd like a little holiday myself and away from this place. I'm hungry, Casey. Let's start for the Ritz. Well, it's not nearly 7:00 yet, Annie. I told the guy if he phones, I'll tell him you've gone to the Ritz. Casey. Intercourse. Oh, no, Ethelbert. I'm not going to have my Thanksgiving dinner spoiled by phone calls for Casey. Well, you're so anxious to get out of the good old blue note, Ms. Williams, I thought. Well, you think again. After we leave here, you tell nobody where to reach us. We're going to have the rest of this day to ourselves. Yeah, you. You do as Ms. Williams says, pal. Really, nothing I can do for Biff tonight. And he's going to stall those guys anyway. Whatever you say, Casey. Yeah, well, come on, Annie. At last we're going places. Right. So long, Ethelbert. So long. Oh, Mr. Casey? Yes, Walter? Phone call for you in the booth, Mr. Connors. No. Excuse me. I might have known, Ethelbert. I might have known. Hello, Casey speaking. This is Beth, Beth Connors. Anything happen? Plenty. Them guys were here and I couldn't stall them like you told me, Casey. Couldn't stall them? No. They said they'd get my wife and kid if I didn't fall in line. They weren't bluffing. I gotta do their job. Tonight at 12 or else. 12? Tonight? Yeah. I promised them I will and I have to. There's no way you or anybody else can help me now, pal. I just phoned because I said I wouldn't. You wouldn't? Kept hanging around till 7 o'clock, that's all. It's all. Hey, wait a minute. Don't hang up. Listen, Biff. Biff. After you promised those guys that you'd do their job, did they tell you where it's going to be? Yeah, but you know what you promised me, Casey? No, cop. You've got to trust me, fella. Now give me that address, will you? Okay. It's on Riker Avenue, number 393. 90 Riker? That's right. Those two guys will go there with you at 12 tonight. Yeah, and they'll be watching me every minute, Casey, with guns in them. Well, listen, stay in your store. I'll get in touch with you there by 10:30. You got some plan, Casey? You think there's a chance? There's a swell chance, Biff. There's every chance. Now stop worrying, kid. You'll hear from me in a couple of hours. I got faith in you, Casey. So long. Faith in a liar? I can't figure. Any chance, Annie. Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't tell me we're not heading for the Ritz and turkey dinner. No, we're going out to look over Monty Summers house right now. Oh, you mean Monty Summers, a black man? I looked up his address this afternoon just in case. He lives at 390 Riker Ave. Come on, Annie, let's go. Yeah. So long, Ethelbert. So long. No Thanksgiving dinner for you two. The horse knows a way to carry the sleigh through the something or other. Hi, other bird. Say, wasn't that Casey and Ms. Williams just leaving the Blue Note? Hello, Mr. Cullen. Yeah, that was them. Well, they didn't speak to me. Well, they was going so fast. They must not have seen you. Yeah. Why the speed? Well, they're trying to stop a safe cracker from cracking a safe he don't want to crack. I don't quite follow you, Ethelbert, but I gather that crime does not take a holiday. No, in, in. In case he figured it would, he'd promise Ms. Williams Turkey and Trimmins at the Ritz. That's where he made his mistake. Mistake? Why I call that a pretty sound idea for Thanksgiving Day. 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Now, more than a million women each month use Tony home permanent. More than a million? That's a lot of women. Yes. Each month another million women give themselves lovely Tony waves at the whale of a big house. Annie, Marty Summers lives. Well, now that we're looking at it. Casey, what are you gonna do? Annie, we've got to think as though we planned to crack a safe here ourselves. The easiest to go in and out from the front. See, I think I'd come here in a car. I'd parked under one of these trees. Not directly in front of the house of course, but close enough for a quick getaway and leave a lookout in it. No, no, no, I wouldn't do that. A guy sitting in a parked car might attract attention, which I don't want. I'd post a lookout, but he won't be in the car or even near it most of the time. Well, now that that's decided, what do we do? I don't know, kid. Trying to make us think that. I'm pretty sure that Nick Reynolds will come here himself with Biff and those rot men tonight. He trusts nobody but himself to take that evidence out of the safe. He wanted his own hands. Take it away and examine it. Destroy it. Well, if there's a chance of getting him, we've got to get the cops in on this. Where they catch Fearful opening the safe. In spite of everything that we could say in a guy's favor, the law says that fourth offenders go up for life. We've got to catch Reynolds with the goods and at the same time keep Biff out of it. It's a large order. Sure is. I'm afraid it's too large, kid. I can't see any way to fill it. Casey, if you and I came back here at midnight and hid ourselves, when Reynolds and Biff Connors and the others come out, we can cover them with a couple of guns. We'll capture Reynolds and his gang and let Biff Connors get away. Annie, can you really picture you and me in a gangster movie? Act like that, we'd only get ourselves shot. No, I guess we're not the right type. Why aren't we like some of the characters we see in the movies? They solve everything so easily by just drawing their trusty automatics and going bang, bang, bang. Wish we were. What am I, a woman or a mouse? In that Western we saw last week, a gal my size captured a dozen tough cattle rustlers all by herself. Well, her boyfriend was pretty good too. Don't forget, it's all dark and handsome in the fancy pants. He was certainly a shock with a lariat, too. He lassoed the character who tried to steal Grandpappy's Beef Ranch. He yanked him off his pinto pony so hard, I kind of got aching bones myself. I'm so easy in the movies. Oh, well, this line of thinking isn't getting us anywhere. No, I'm right. Wait a minute. Maybe it is, huh? Lasso. Man. Horse. Casey. What? I've got an idea, Annie. You have? Yeah. Come on, get in the car. I'll tell you about it. We're on our way to borrow something that I'll need. Then I'll get to Biff Connor and tell him honestly that he has a swell chance. I really got a chance, Casey. Bet you have every chance. Tell me. Nuh, not yet. Do tell me about the setup for tonight. As you got it from Reynolds Rodman want to meet him a couple of blocks from here, see, at 11 o'clock like I told you. That's right. They'll be in a black sedan. They'll have the tools they'll need for the safe job. Then we drive right out to the Riker Avenue house. They say the guy who owns the joint won't be there. That's why the Jeff's got to be done tonight. There's only a servant in the house and he's been fixed. They don't look for any trouble then? No, they claim it'll be a set they do for a surprise. You're the only one who's not headed for trouble, Casey. Tell me what. No, no, no. The less you know about this whole thing, the better for you. But I want you to be sure to do three things. Yeah. First, after you open the safe, don't let any of the guys with you destroy anything they take out of it. Act scared. Insist on getting out of the house right away. Okay. All right. Now second, when you reach the getaway car, get into the back seat. Back seat? Yeah. Third, take a grip on the front seat and brace yourself. Brace yourself with all the muscle that you've got. They've been in that house over an hour, Katie. Yeah. These summer's safe must be really tough. Reynolds had to get an expert like to Biff this job. You're sure it was Nick Reynolds that we saw go into the house? He was dead sure. He went in with Biff on Horsebase. Reynolds presence here, Annie, means that we guessed right about his deep personal interest in that safe. Casey, that explosion comes from inside the house. It means Biff has had to blow and see. Well, then it's open now and he'll soon be coming out. That's right. You're certain the lookout didn't see what you did a while ago? No, no, of course he didn't. It was the end of the block across the street when I was working in the dark. Well, I hope the work you did works. Mistrust old cowboy Casey and. Quiet. Quiet. Keep back in these shadows that are coming from the house now, and fast. Reynolds is carrying a briefcase. I see it. Look out. Set himself in the car. He's going to drive. Started the motor as soon as the others get in. I'll help him make a good fast getaway. If he doesn't start that car fast. Leave that to me. The others are in the car now. Reynolds has taken the front seat beside the driver. That's perfect. Now they're all in. It's time for me to impersonate a cop. Here goes. Hey, you fellas in that car. You made the driver step on the gas, Casey. Damn hard. It won't be long now. That work, Casey? The scheme worked. Couldn't fail. Come on, we got to get this out of there. Hope you brace the. Yeah, well, if he didn't. Oh, look, a man's calling from under the car. Okay, fellas. Me? What happened to the car? There's nothing in front of us. There's nothing there now. Suddenly, the thing stopped like we hit a stone war. I see your three playmates went half through the windshield. Yeah, they're out cold. Casey. What? Never mind. You haven't got time to ask any questions. Now, around that corner, you'll find a black Ford coupe. Here's the key. Get in, drive home quick as you can. And if anybody ever asks, you say you've never been near Riker Avenue. Come on, Biff, get going, quick. Okay, pal, whatever you say. But I'd sure like to know what happened. See what the sleeping Mr. Reynolds has in his briefcase. Yeah, I want to see a lot of letters, canceled checks, photographs. All incriminating, I imagine. Now, Annie, we'll call the cops and then, Casey, you think a gal may safely hope for a bite of dinner? Another day. For soft water shampooing, use Tony Cream Shampoo Even in the hardest water, Tony Cream Shampoo. 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Well, then you've seen men pulled off running horses with lassos? Lots of times. The horse always kept on running. Yeah, well, now, imagine the horse was lassoed, not the Rider. The horse had stopped dead and his rider would keep on going over its head. That's what happened to the crooks getaway car. You lassoed that car, Casey. Well, it amounted to that. Casey brought a very strong 150 foot steel cable out there. Ethelbert. Yeah, with a hook at both ends. In the darkness he hooked one end of his cable to the axle of that car and the other end to a big tree. And I made a noise like a cop to startle the driver into a good fast start. And when the cable paid out to. Oh, I get it. Yeah. And. And the only reason Biff Connors wasn't knocked through the windshield like the others was cause he braced himself like his owner. That's right. Even he was a little dazed when he climbed out though. Oh, well. Anyway, Reynolds and his mob are all washed up thanks to the stuff in that briefcase. They can't hurt Viv Connors or anyone else. You two had quite a holiday. A grand one. Oh, have some more cold turkey, Casey. Yeah, I think I will, Annie. And it didn't cost you anything. You saved money by not going to the movies, to the Ritz for dinner, into a play after. Well, sure, that's right. Yeah. You can't knead all the dough you got on you. Of course not. Huh. I hate the done a friend case. But there's a little matter of that long overdue October bill and you got you Casey, a dead to write. Oh, if this isn't an ending for a grand here I've been roped in myself. Well, as my sister Edna says, quote, if you give a calf enough rope, he can't be led to war. No, no. You can lead a calf before he cross. I'll be darned if I don't forget it. Unquote. Well, all right, pal. After that, here's what I owe you. Happy Thanksgiving. Yeah, Happy Thanksgiving, Ethelber. Happy Thanksgiving to all. Crime Photographer, starring St. Cotsworth as Casey is directed by John Deets. It's written by Alonzo Dean Cole and is based on the fictional character of Flash Gun Casey created by George Harmon Cox, original music by Archie Blyer and The program features Ms. Jan Miner as Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbert Herman Chetterson as the blue mouth pianist. This this is Bill Cullen asking you to listen again next week at this same time to another exciting adventure of Crime Photographer and also inviting you to listen to this is Nora Drake radio's thrilling serial romance heard every Monday through Friday 2:30pm New York time over most of these stations. Both of These programs brought to you each week by Tony Home Permanent. The wave that gives that natural look. And the new Tony Cream Shampoo for soft water shampooing even in the hardest water. This is CBS, where 99 million people gather every week. The Columbia Broadcasting System. Boy, how much did Mr. Benny's turkey weigh? What kind of a trial is that? She wants a turkey of 29 pounds. 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No, it's not. It's worse. Said little boy could no more write you a letter than he could hope to joke. I doubt if he can write. What's the matter? He can't talk either? Huh? You heard me. I said he can't talk. Oh, I don't mean there's anything wrong with him. Or maybe there is, I don't know. But look, Valentine, get over here, will you ride away to my house? Well, sure. But I warn you, friend, this little boy never heard of Thanksgiving. If you're gonna help him, you better bring your brass knuckles. Where is he, Lieutenant? Oh, Mrs. Riley's got him in there trying to coax him to eat. But the only time he'll take a bite is when she's turned her back. Oh, is he? Where'd you get him? One of the boys in my department picked him up early this morning at 3am on the waterfront. The warehouse lane. Oh, I see. A little on the tough side, huh? Oh, they all are down there like a bunch of dirty seagulls and scavengers running loose. We can't even find out who he belongs to. Maybe nobody and only 10 years old. Listen, this sergeant of mine in a squad car nearly runs him down. See, the kid was racing across the empty street, not even looking. Well, Mike gets out to help. Naturally, the kid wasn't hurt, but he swung on to be trying to get away. Scared to death and clawed and scratched. And then Mike realized the kid wasn't talking. Not a sound. Now, that's the part I don't get. Clear it up, will you? Running. Well, Mike couldn't even find out where he lives, so we brought him in. My friends, that boy hasn't spoken one single solitary word since. Hardly a noise out of him. Oh, except maybe to cry a little. Only he stops that when you look at him. But, Lieutenant, he's probably a mute. Oh, two doctors were out from juvenile hall to look at him. One of them said the kid's faking, but they both agree there's nothing wrong with his vocal cords. What's the other doctor say? Psychic shock. Oh, you mean he can't talk because of something that happened to him? Well, they're not sure. They say it'll take time to be sure. I've arranged for the hall at take him over to try to find his family, if there is one, to feed him and. But that takes time. Like you say days. Wow. Now you get it, pal. And the doc says it'll help him a lot better if we could work fast. Because the most likely thing is that last night he saw something was mixed up in something that scared the blue blazes out of him and he was running away. Little before 3am last night I saw something. Yeah, but what? Nothing happened down there. Nothing was reported. My department can't just go bursting into a. Huh? Well, hello there, Sally. Hello. You finally ate something, did you, big eye? He listens, but he doesn't listen. Yeah, Come on in here, son. Come on. These are friends of mine, see? Ah, now, wait a minute. Don't jump like that. I'm not going to bite you. Come on in here. What time is it? Huh? 1:45. Oh, good. Hey, look, kid, how about coming with me? I've got an extra ticket to the big football game. Well, I'll get you to meet Big Mike Murileski, the All American. Maybe you can even sit on the bench with a team, huh? George, he's just more frightened. He's crying. You see, you can't get him interested in anything but a boy in a football game. I think the doctor's. Oh, it's Thanksgiving. I mean, a kid belongs in somebody's home on Thanksgiving. Well, are you gonna just sit there, Valentine? I know, Softy, I know. We've got work to do and fast. Come on, Brooksie, take the kid's hand. We're gonna go straight at this at the waterfront front warehouse lane. Great place. Funny. Afraid he's tied up. But no. People ship chambers. You must have spent some time around there, haven't you, kid? How about the candy store? You're wasting your time, George. It seems to get more and more tense. Well, this is where he was picked up. Right here. Oh, relax, honey. Don't just sit there and running from right to left. So he must have come from this way. Okay, let's move on. A little cobblestone by the empty warehouse, huh? George, look at him. This direction. Right. George, look out for that boy in the street. Hey, glamour. I saw the street. Jerk knows. Lovely neighborhood. I wonder if that boy would know anything about our friend here. That's an idea. Wait a second. Hey, you, Shorty. Oh, you want an idea about it? Yeah. Jerk knows. Come here. Let go of me. Hey, hey, hey, Shorty. Shorty, wait. George. George, come here. I'm having an awful time. Oh, look, kid, kid, stop it, will you? He wants to run too, George. Yeah, now, easy. That's better. He'll get Away from us. If I try to catch up with that Shorty. Look, Brooksie. Look, there's a settlement house over there at Murphy's. You know him? Take the kid over there and wait for me, would you? Sure, George. Maybe they'll know something about it. I doubt at 3am last night. But Father, out there on the pier is where it happened, whatever it was. So me, I'm going to take it on foot by my myself. All right, Shorty, I got you this one. Cut it out. I just want to ask you something. You know that other kid I had back in the car there? You know his name? I never seen him before. I ain't done nothing. What's your name? I don't know. Let go. You kids running loose out here by the ships? Last night I was up on the moon eating cheese. Let me go. Oh, brother. Great try. Buncha stick together, never tell anybody anything. Oh, no, kid. I'm not a cop or anything. I just want to find. Hang on to him, man. Don't let him lose. Oh, no, you don't, Shorty. I got you. Hey, don't let him. There we are. Hold him and let me go through his pockets. Hey. Hey, wait a minute. This. Give her. What are you talking about? The cigars left him out on deck. Stolen. Stolen? Fine. And still he hasn't got anything. No. He's too big. Anyway, you're not the one. Not what? Go on, Shorty, get out of here. You know. Help. I told you, jerk. No. Yeah. Water rats. Same the world all over. All the same. Good cigars, too. First mate give them to me. So I let him stay up town. Wait a minute, Skipper. Wait a minute. Were you looking for another kid? No. Well, yes. Something stolen last night, you mean? Huh? During the night. Cigars? No. This afternoon. A few minutes ago. Come up like. Like rats soaking the horses. I tell you, it's awful. Marseille, it was my last port. Same thing. Same the world over. Nobody stops. So nobody can stop him. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Skipper. This your ship tied up here? Yeah. Leaky old tub full of potatoes. Frenchmen like potatoes. Looks about ready to sail. Were you here last night? What are you peddling dope lunchboards? Cheap liquor? No, no. Listen, would you. You have trouble with kids getting aboard, huh? Characters like you. In every part, too. Doc Lo always got a deal. Sure, I'm trouble. That's customs, pier watchman. Nobody can stop them. You see those big rat guards? Right over them like monkeys. Did some kids get aboard your ship last night? No, no. Now stop Pestering. Me. Are you sure? Around 3am Fight was on the pier, not the ship. What fight? Oh, that's the pier watchman. He's the one spreading the story. A couple of bums, I guess. I don't know. My old deck watch was sound asleep. Of course you didn't see it. No. Yeah, I. I don't know. Woke me up. I yelled shut up out of my porthole. Went back to sleep. Ah, hello. The skip away. I'm so glad to catch you. Huh? Oh, what now? A sailor comes ashore. I'm just gonna take a minute. You bought a woman, you say? Oh, that I see. And so nice. But right now I want our main duckloaf. Was all trying to sell something. Now it's telling. Go on, baldy, get out of here. Wait a minute. I've seen this guy before. Yeah, well, it's not mutual, Skip. If you just listen. Salvori, I'll tell you. Yeah, I've seen him in lineups. Are you around here last night? I beg your pardon? Oh, it's a great neighborhood. Salvori, the big operator last trip he was here selling raffle tickets for a three wheeled automobile, they say. Well, thanks and good night. You press to him. I'm going backwards. Yeah, look at that. What you. That what you wanted to see us about, Salvori? That crowd down at the pier. Something's happening. I know. No, no, no. I got an ordeal to make. Come on, let's take a look. Afternoon, friend. What's going on? Don't spare. You have 50 cents or so? Yeah. No pale of mine, see. He was gonna buy me Thanksgiving dinner, you see. Nevermind that. What are those men doing down by the water? Fishing. Son, 50 cents is about all it would take though, you see. Now this old pal of mine, he would have spent five bucks, you know, mince pie in the works, you know, that's a last night. Hey, hey, down there. Listen, buster, did you say last night? Yeah. What are you doing? Hey, sailor. No. Yeah. No, it seems to me that. Hell, I got that. Well, he left in a hurry, didn't he? Skipper got a potty. What? Just fishing him out. Guy floating with a knife in him. Guy Flo. Yeah, With a knife. Holy smoke. Yeah, see, that's what I tell you. You see, a pal of man, he was going to buy me a Thanksgiving dinner, see. Only instead it looks like he got in a fight about 3am last night, I figure. Yeah, got murdered, see. So tell me, how's about the 50 cent? We'll return to tonight's adventure. Of George Valentine in just a moment. When new RPM motor oil was developed in the laboratory. It was subjected to the most rigidly controlled test. That modern research could devise and improve. Tops the oil that doubles engine life. Between major overhauls due to lubrication. The next question was, would it live up to these tests? In your car tonight, you'll hear the answer from the crews of two actual test cars. In the heart of downtown San Francisco. Following is a special transcription made during the road test period. We switch you to test unit number one. 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Sold with a money back guarantee of satisfaction at independent Chevron gas stations and standard stations where they say and mean, we take better care of your car. And now back to tonight's adventure of George Valentine, a boy 10 years old who's been scared to death, who either can't or won't talk. Well, if your name is George Valentine, you begin to understand the reason when you see the neighborhood in which he was picked up by the police. You understand a good deal more when you see that the body of a man has been fished out of the water off the pier. Yes, now, it's certainly a case for Lieutenant Riley. Oh, but what a case. They don't get solved around here, my friend. They just happen. Okay, Riley. Did your boys pick up that bomb? The guy who sniffed? Oh, he won't know anything. Nobody does. The name of the corpse is Lefty Sims. You seem to know something. Well, every. Everybody knew him. He's a common thief, that's all. Few big jobs, but nothing to steal down here. He usually worked the city. This wasn't his territory. The doc says the times about right. Been dead since last night around three or four, maybe. Killed and then tossed in the water. What about the pier watchman? He must. He covers five warehouses. How could he see anything? And everybody off duty for the holiday. Wait a minute. Huh? Ronnie, what's this stuff where the fight happens? A spot of blood, I figure. No, no, look. Look closer. Powder. Little pieces of broken glass. What? Hey, here's some more of them. Yeah. Oh, doctor. Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Doc, come over here, will you? Yeah, sure, Lieutenant. You thinking what I am, Riley? Yeah, what is it? Hey, here, take a look. White powder. And on a pier. We're boats. No, it's not. Huh? Talking about dope, aren't you? Yeah, yeah. I don't think so. False alarm, huh, Doc? That might explain why there was a fight. What was going on out here? Something of value. Yes, yes, of course. Smuggling, you think, huh? Peddling? Yes, I'll. I'll do the thinking, Doc. And perhaps you know something like that. Now I can run a test, Roman. Valuable. Didn't I say that? Drug. Drug of some kind. Cure people instead of making them sick. Worth a lot more than dope, too. Easier to market. Yeah, yeah, same thing. Only more in the big time. Did that watchman say there were any kids on the pier last night? H. Valentine, I'm trying to get the doc here to talking. Did the watchman see any kids? No. Okay. So long. Wish I could help you, Ms. Brooks. It's all right, Mr. Murphy. Come on, sonny. The settlement house here is pretty badly under Mandry. Cleveland woman will be back tomorrow. She might know something about the bar. Here. But in this. Thanks again. Come on, sonny. Car is parked over this way, Brooksie. Well, it's about time. Come on. Get out of the street. You and the kid. What? Never mind. Anyplace. See a duck in the alley in this neighborhood, angel? I don't want to. Who? I don't know. Packing crates you can't see. He's gone now, George. What's happened? What's going on? Simple, Brooks. A nice, simple case. My guess is the kid here was an eyewitness to murder. It'll be a simple case if he isn't murdered. Oh, kid, please talk. Please. Tell me, what you. What did you see last night? Look, nobody's gonna hurt you. I won't let him. But you. You must have seen things like this plenty of times before. Kid, I. I don't mean murder. But you grew up in a tough place, and you're not gonna do anybody any good if you just. Yes. He just cries, George. I'm taking him home. You can solve your own fancy waterfront murder. Okay, I'll leave him alone. But which one are you covering for, kid? Only a few men around that pier last night. Which one? Is that important to you? All right. Maybe you've given me the answer at that. Without talking. Ah, says you. You admitted you saw your old pal Lefty, didn't you? Before he was murdered? I pet. Come on, Riley. Along the deck. Now, look, I promised me a nice Thanksgiving dinner. You see Lefty dead, see Kim pass walking up to the pier and never come back. But didn't he say who he was coming out to meet? Didn't he? Here we are, Riley. Let's go in here. Hey, Skipper, this your cabin? What? Oh, no, no. Mine's horrid ways. It's all right. The owner nobody ever used. Just want a place to talk. Already said all I'm gonna say. Come on. You too, skipper. The name is Stoke, isn't it? Yeah. Well, wait a minute. Here's the other one. Bring him in here, Sergeant. Let go. Let go. Mr. Salvori. Now I have to stand. Rats on my ship. Picked him up in the neighborhood, Skipper. That's all for now, Sergeant. What about the kid, Valentine? Oh, he's all right, Riley. I. I left him in my car out on street. So. Because my name is Salvor, you think you were around here last night, too? Weren't you always around as stock? Loafers would deal. Yeah, but don't try to cover up so much. Skipper. What? Now, listen, all of you. We can't find anybody else with a chance of being out here last night but you three. I was on my ship. Talk to this peddler. I said don't cover so much. Salvor's a friend of yours. Sure, sure. Everybody Salvor's friend. Except the law. Now, look, this is a smuggle case. A what? Not on my ship. I've never brought it. Lefty, the man who was killed knew his way around the city. Salvor, you're the big waterfront middleman. And, Captain, you've got a boat. See what I mean? Cops, they got brains enough to spot an ideal setup for smuggling. Captain Stog, you bring it in, salvori picks it up, gets through customs. And Lefty fitted in someplace in the city. I think you're crazy. Somebody was waiting a little while ago to waylay Ms. Brooks and a kid who was an eyewitness. Brooks. Brooks. Skipper, you're too fat to run down an alley like he did. Sure, I heard his steps. Snippy. Just shuffles. So tag, Salvor, you're it. Because now I know why you ran the first time when we saw the body. It's what proves you guys work together. No, I know you crazy because on the pier earlier, you came up yelling to the skipper, something about a woman. Well, the woman must have been Ms. Brooks. You'd seen her with a boy, the witness the two of you have been trying to find. Sure, Skipper. You were looking for boys when I first met you, too, weren't you? My cigars. That's all my cigars. Never mind, Salvor. The kid out there is going to give us the whole story, and a lot straighter than you ever would. Because I finally figured out his whole story. I never been mixed up in an off smuggle. Sure. And never in a fight or used a knife. Why did you do it, Lefty? Try a double cross on you, too? You're under arrest for murder savoring. Come on. I'll take him out for you. Riley, you take the other two. But I'm not mixed up in this material witness and accessory for you. Captain, please. Please, no. Come on. Come on out the door. Meet you on the pier, Riley. Hey, you. Silvery. Wait a second. Nobody's gonna rest. Somebody grab him. You idiot. Hold him. Come on. There he goes. Down a plank, headed farther up on the pier, up toward the warehouse. Alvari, do you think the sergeant saw him? Yeah, sure, sure. He'll get him all right. Well, that was a nice act. Yeah, Good idea. Now, come on. Cars back the other way. Yeah. Hey, hey, did you notice that empty cabin on the ship? Yeah, grease stains on the pillow. Empty, huh? I'll bet. I've always even been traveling with the skipper. Sure, it's a smuggling ring, all right. Still confused, aren't you, Raleigh, huh? Oh, it was originally a smuggle, sure. Never mind. You'll never prove anything on this bunch unless you catch him in the act. And Riley, we're going to do just that. Well, it's the only car in the street. We're close enough. But it's been five minutes already. Valentine, if this hunch of yours is going to pay off at. Better give us time to run the other way, hasn't he? I don't see how you can. Oh, no. I didn't expect a gun. Come on, come on. Around the side of the building. That's my car, Riley. I hope somebody's going to pay for it. Hold it. Hold it. There he is. You're wasting your time, Skipper. The car is empty. You hear me? The kids up town. I was a trap, Skipper. Careful. Be careful. He's got the corner of the building there to duck behind. The only one who'd stick his neck into our trap is the one who did the stabbing, right? The one who has to get rid of the kid. The witness. So we don't even need to ask the kid, now, do we? Look out. I got him. Lieutenant. Riley's still at the hospital, George. He says he'll get his confession since that's still. All right. Keep it down. The kids in there. I'm trying out a system. We write each other notes. What about the smuggle stuff? Those drugs. They search the ship yet? Yes. They've already found some drugs hidden. But I don't understand. What did you say? Writing notes. What don't you understand? How the smuggle worked with a thief, a middleman and a skipper involved. The drugs that couldn't be sold in this country except through the proper channels, but would sell for a fortune in Europe or on the black market. You mean it was to be smuggled out of the country? That's right. Bookson and Lefty, the guy who was killed, stole the drugs and delivered them last night. But he got a knife instead of a payoff. And the kid saw it. George. You mean the boy talked? He's all right. I guess he will be. See, I was afraid he was, well, maybe the skipper's son or something. Yeah, I know that psychic shock, his refusal to talk. But he's not. He's only known him for a few weeks. Kid didn't even know where he fitted into the plan until a few days ago. Oh, George, for heaven's sake. He doesn't have any parents books. He's just a waterfront kid. But not nearly as tough as the eggs. What's missing in the smuggle setup? There's customs on the other side. You know who gets the goods into the other country off the ship? The boy, you mean. He was a part of. Nobody can stop him. All over the world, up and down like monkeys. Perfect, isn't it? Yeah. If you've been with me, you should have noticed. Empty cabin on the ship with grease stains on a pillow. But Salvori is bald. We better buy some shampoo for that kid. By the way, he was a boy dutcher. Yeah. He saw the captain go ashore to meet Salvorian. Lefty saw the murder, then he broke out and got away. George, let me talk to him. This ridiculous business of riding notes. Oh, sure, he'll talk now. Just been scared to death, that's all. All he wanted was to be happy. He was expecting to be happier than he'd ever been before. George, if you don't stop playing clairvoyant. Well, the captain's the only one who could have brought the kid. Therefore, made him afraid. Made him run ashore. Therefore. Brooksie, the skipper, was it. Well, don't you remember how the kid reacted when I asked him to go to a football game? Just puzzled, George. He is riding. Sure. Sure he is. Gives me more time to look the words up in the dictionary. Hello, Mamzelle. Oh, sure, angel. That's why I wouldn't talk before. He wants to stay in this country. Afraid we'd find him out. He's from Marseille. He's French. Oui. Marseille. Mes j'aime la marique et monsieur il di cout. Hey, Grant. Here. Give me the pencil and the dictionary. You think you could stand a turkey dinner, George? Turkey? We speak one language. I guess it is Thanksgiving, isn't it? And now we got a pilgrim on our hands, Angel. A hungry little pilgrim tonight. Earlier in the program, you heard how road tests jibed with laboratory results in the development of new RPM motor oil. You have been taken step by step along the path, followed by our scientists in bringing you this new oil years ahead of its time. From the first survey to determine what the ideal motor oil should be through the ultimate proof in an automobile engine. You've heard the new RPM story firsthand. Now discover it yourself firsthand. It's sold with A money back guarantee of satisfaction at Standard stations and independent Chevron gas stations where they say and mean, we take better care of your car. Tonight's adventure of George Valentine has been brought to you by Standard Oil Co. Of California on behalf of independent Chevron gas stations and Standard stations throughout the West. Robert Daly is starred as George with Virginia Gregg as Brooksie. Let George do it is written by David Victor and Jackson Gillis and directed by Don Clark. Wally Mayer is Lieutenant Riley. Alan Reed was heard as Stoge, Dick Ryan as Sniffy, Anthony Barrett as Salvori, Jeffrey Silver as Shorty and Stephen Chase as the doctor. The music is composed and presented by Eddie Duncan. Center. Your announcer, John Houston. Listen again next week, same time, same station, to Let George Do It. Your Community Chest helps care for homeless and neglected children in your own neighborhood. Community Chest child care centers operate year round. This year, make sure you give enough to your Community Chest to help all year. This is the Mutual Don lee Broadcasting System. November, 1621. By now, the white man has arrived in great numbers. Not only at Miami, but at Jamestown, at Plymouth and at Salem, Massachusetts. The Puritans have established a thriving colony enjoying all the social and cultural. Cultural refinements of a modern society. Hiya, Harp. Who you taking to the witch burning Saturday night? Prudence Adams. Who are you taking to the Rotary Club luncheon? I haven't got a date yet, but I hear it's gonna be quite a spread. Well, Mayor Pennypacker, how's it look for reelection? Great, great, great. Never look better. Yeah? What about the Indian vote? What do you mean by that? Well, you're not too popular with the Indians. They could lose you the election. That's possible. Well, they outnumber us. Well, that's the trouble. You give them an inch and they take over. But, Mayor, they were here before we were. We moved in on them, so we did. Well, there's just something about them. They wear funny shoes. They don't even have buckles on them. Be that as it may, election is Friday. You better make some gesture this week. Like what? Well, how about if you make a concession and pick an Indian as a running mate? You'd be sure to carry the Indian block. What? Anything happened to me, you'd have a mayor that wasn't a Puritan. He'd probably take orders directly from Chief Powhatan. Say, I got it. The big luncheon tomorrow. The one under the trees. What about it? We'll ask an Indian. That'll impress the rest of them. We could even announce you're going to put one in your cabinet. No need to go that far. Just have one to lunch It'll be great press. Mayor Pennypacker comes out for equality, justice votes. What a slogan. Take an Indian to lunch this week show him we're a regular bunch this week show him where as liberal as can be. Let him know he's almost as good as we Make a feathered friend feel fed this week Overlook the fact he's red this week Let him share our Quaker oats Cause he's useful when he votes. Take an Indian colon for six sake who do we tolerate? Indians, Indians Rah, rah, rah. Take and in the end to lunch this week Let him sit right down and munch this week let's give in and I'll do the brotherhood bit Just make sure we don't make a habit of it. Take an Indian to dine this week show him we don't draw the line this week we know everyone can't be as American as After all, we came over on the Mayflower. Take an Indiana Not a wooden Indiana but a real life Indiana to lunch. Needless to say, the luncheon there under the trees was a great success. And a good time was had by Puritans and Indian alike. Everything came off beautifully, with the exception of one minor catastrophe. What do you mean you cook the turkey, Charlie? Well, I cooked the turkey, that's all. You put our national bird in the oven, is that correct? Yeah, well, I had our mouth set for roast eagle with all the trimming. Yeah, well, I did a thing like. Well, the two birds were lying there side by side. The turkey was for the centerpiece, Charlie. I mean. Well, they look so much alike that I. Well, we blew it. Now they're all sitting down at the table out there. Yeah, yeah. Started on their little nut cups already. We just have to switch the birds, that's all. Yeah, well, serve them turkey instead of eagle. But it's kind of scrawny looking, isn't it? Yeah, well, I thought I'd stuff some old bread in it and make it look a little fatter. You do that. Okay. Okay. The National Broadcasting Company presents the Adventures of Sam Spade Detective Sam Stay Detective Agency TIZAI Sweetheart. Sam. Oh, I was worried to death. This office. Glass all over the floor, holes in the wall. That was just business going on as usual during altercations. Eph. Well, what was it all about, Sam? They tried. Effie just tried to pluck my feathers and cook my goose. On Thanksgiving, too. How could they? Oh, they were a mean lot. Are you all right? Hail and hearty. Every giblet in place and not a feather ruffled. Did you have a nice Thanksgiving? Oh, it was heavenly. Mama had a turkey dinner. Sage dressing, cranberry sauce, candied yams, hard cider, a little come clean. Effie? Well, I had two glasses. Everyone was there. Cousin Gertie, Dwight, Mrs. Ms. Floss. I was disappointed when you didn't show up. Sam, did you have Thanksgiving dinner? Sure. Where? At the Helping Hand Rescue Mission, where there's plenty of free parking and never a cover charge. For further details, consult the report which I will presently be down to dictate on a tasty chronicle of foul play. The Terrified Turkey Caper for NBC. William Spear, Radio's Outstanding Producer Director of Mystery and Crime Drama, brings you the greatest private detective of them all in the Adventures of Sam Spade. Sam Spade? Oh, you were waiting for me. Having Thanksgiving dinner at a. At a rescue mission where Mama cooked a perfectly wonderful. Thank your mother for me. F. Tell her I'll be over to break wishbones with her tonight. And to atone for my social indifferences, here's a little something I brought for you. Oh, Sam, you shouldn't have. It's beautiful. What is it? A blunderbuss. A blunder what? Bus. As in step to the rear of. Oh. Well, what does it do? Shoot Seth, It's a gun. Our Founding Fathers used it in foraging for feathered food when they settled this abundant continent. And it's to do with what you will. Where did you get it? Pencil poi. Yes, Sam. Who gave it to pad open? Oh, yes, but I don't know. Knees cross. Did you meet a founding father? Don't peek. Date? November 24, 1952. Detective Lieutenant I.C. kelsey, Homicide. Details, San Francisco police. From Samuel Spade. License number 137596. Subject Turkey. Dear Kelsey, this was a big week for the cranberry pickers, the butchers, the sage makers and the stomach pill people. But for private detectives, it was strictly from hunger. My office door opened only twice a day. Once to let me in and once to let me out. And when on Wednesday, I heard a knock on the door, I went into a paroxysm of delight. Come in, come in, come in. Andre, vous entrezed. When I ran out of languages, I got up from behind the desk, walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was a small middle aged man with a pink bald head. His blue serge suit needed pressing and he was nervously fingering a strawberry birthmark under his left ear. Mr. Samuel Speed? I am. May I. May I Have a moment. You may have several, but not in the corridor. It's not in my lease. Oh, I'll come in. Good, good, good. Well, you'll have to excuse me, Mr. Spade. I've had so few dealings with private detectives, I find it hard to begin. Well, I. Oh, perhaps I shouldn't have come at all. Goodbye. No, no, no, wait a minute. Maybe I can help you. Well, you see, I. Oh, what's the use? You won't believe me. Nobody does. I'd really better. Oh, now, wait, wait. I'll believe you. All I ask is a chance. Now, let's start with your name. Oh, my name. Yes, yes, yes. My name, to begin with. You won't believe that. Oh, but I can verify it. Yes, I can. It's on the registration book of the Old Colony hotel in the 1943 phone book and on my old driver's license. Well, I'll have to know it before I can verify it. Yes, yes, of course you will. It's. It's Tom. Well, now, that's not so hard to believe. Oh, you haven't heard the rest of it. It's Tom. A turkey. You see? I told you you wouldn't believe it. I'd better go. Oh, now, let me be the first to believe you. Now, Mr. Tom, what's your problem? Oh, dear, dear, that's even harder to explain. Well, now that I don't believe, but take a breath and jump into it. Breath? Yes. My name is Tom Turkey and they're going to kill me for Thanksgiving. Well, I had asked for it and I had gotten it. And I sat back, wondering who had gone all the trouble to play this funny joke on me. I was looking at my hand to see if there was any itching powder on it where he'd shaken it when my phone rang. I lifted the receiver, swung around in my swivel and gazed out onto the street. It was Al Kuchel calling, a private eye whose reputation was shadier than a mushroom seller. Hi, Spady. Haven't seen much of you lately, Spady. Have to get together. Yeah. Well, so long. Wait, wait. I'll tell you why I called. I've had a pest in my office, keeps coming back, thinks he's a turkey. Somebody wants to dress. I brushed him, but your name came up and I just wanted to warn you he might be in to see you. I'm confused, Al. I never knew you to turn your back on a buck. Oh, I don't want any of this one. His buttons are loose. My advice to you is to bounce him well, we've never traded advice before, Cuchul. Why now? Well, after all, we're in the same racket if we can't help each other. Oh, sure, Al, sure. I appreciate. Give me a ring. We've got to get together sometime. Yeah, when I get a free night, we'll. Jimmy. Parking meter. Yeah, we, huh? Oh, yeah, parking meters. See you later, Speedy. I turned back to the desk and what I saw in front of me was an empty chair. Tom Turkey had taken wing. I got up and walked to the window and a minute later I saw him come out of the building, down stairs and start to cross the street. And then I saw something else. A large 4 ton truck was tearing down the street. Picking up speed instinctively, I shot at a warning and at the last second Tom Turkey scrambled from in front of the truck and disappeared into the alleyway. A truck roared up the street and on its side was printed in gold letters, Haynes, you drive it. There was nothing to say it wasn't coincidence, this near mishap. But somehow I found myself intrigued and wanting to hear more of the little guy's story. He said the Old Colony Hotel. On the way I stopped at the library. Found an old 1943 phone book and looked. He was listed. Thomas Turkey, it said. Out of curiosity, I rang the number. Hello. I wonder if you can help me. I'm inquiring about a Mr. Turkey. Turkey? This ain't his number no more. I know. Haven't had any calls for him for years. Screwy name. Yeah, I know, I know. I knew a woman named Rabbit once. Mrs. Rabbit. About Turkey, could you remember what he looked like? I don't. Hey, Manny, what Turkey look like? Yeah, yeah, small man, around 50. Nice fellow. Manny says Strawberry under his left ear. Strawberry under his left ear. Manny? Yeah, yeah, Strawberry under his left ear. Well, thank you, madam, for your information and thanks to Manny. Well, you're welcome, but I don't know what you're gonna do with it. Oh, man, Turkey's dead. Been dead for years. Curiouser and curiouser, I thought. They had described the man who came to my office 20 minutes ago. And now he'd been dead for years. I continued on to the Old colony Hotel, room 75 cents, it said. Tom's room was 114. Who is it? Sam Spade. Oh, come in, Mr. Spade. I'm. I'm sorry I ran away. I didn't think you really believed me. Well, I'm not sure I do yet. Tell me, was that truck an accident? Oh, I don't think so. No. They. They made Three attempts before to kill me. Somebody tried to push me in front of a train, and then a wheelchair full of cement dropped off a building and just missed me. And then I was shot at. Who were they? And why would they want to kill you? I don't know. I just don't. No, look, let's tack, tack, tack. I dialed your old phone number, and the people who answered said you're dead. Oh, a lot of people think I'm dead. Yeah. Look, do you still want me to work for you? Oh, yes. Yes, please. Well, you'll have to tell me more then. I can't. I guess I'd better tell you everything. Oh, it's. It's hard to talk about, Mr. Spade. It's not easy to admit to someone you've been a foolish man. You see, I just turned 50. I was quite tired of the life I'd led. Proper, dull and unfruitful, except in money. My business was wearing, and so was my wife, Henriette. This has a traditional ring. Anyway, to make it short, I decided to run away. One day I drove to work. I parked my car in the middle of the Bay Bridge where the suicide note left it and disappeared. Where did you go? Oh, all over the world. I took a job on a boat. I did, on a boat. And then I settled in San Paulo, Brazil, under another name. Now you're back. Why? Maybe I got lonely. Maybe I got wiser. Maybe. Maybe I felt I paid enough for my mistakes. Let's just say I'm back. I want to be with Henrietta. Have you seen her? I checked into this hotel and wrote her a letter saying I wasn't dead. I was back in San Francisco and I. I wanted to come back to her if she still would have me. But I told her I wouldn't bother her unless she wanted to see me. That she could contact me here. That was a week ago. And you haven't heard from her? No, no. And almost right away, these attempts on my life began. I see. All right, what's her address? 3118 Monroe. Oh, she's taken her maiden name again. Black. Henrietta Black. Come on, let's go. No, no, I'm not going to see her until she asks me. Look, you're going to my apartment. Nobody will bother you there. And you're going to see Henry yet. That's right. Oh, thank you. Thank you, Mr. Spade. You. You do believe me? I think I'm really ready to face the world again. Now, I deposited Tom in my apartment with instructions to open the door for no one but me. And then I proceeded to 3118 Monroe in the High Rent district. I was ushered through a comely portico by a Japanese who told me to wait in a study heavy with mahogany. In a moment, two people came in. The woman wore a black dress, silver pendant flat shoes and a complexion the color of apple meat. She was Ms. Henrietta Black and or Mrs. Tom Turkey. The man turned out to be leander Loose, the lady's attorney, business manager and canasta partner. You say you have something important to discuss? I do. I hope you don't mind my asking Mr. Luce to be here. Not at all. Well, Mrs. Turkey, I've just talked to your husband, Tom. Mr. Spade, if you please, I say something. A rather feeble attempt at comedy, Mr. Spade. Well, I wasn't trying for laughs. You are Mrs. Turkey, aren't you? I was. You undoubtedly still are. I've expected to hear another one of these cruel jokes about my name at Thanksgiving time. Mr. Spade, someone was always going to stuff Tom, baste him, dress him, slice him. This season they're going to kill him. They are not going to kill him. He is already dead. He's not dead, Mrs. Turkey, and you should know it. I should? Yes. He sent you a letter saying he was back in San Francisco and wanted to see you. Mr. Spade, this has gone absolutely far enough. Not quite. What about the letter? I know of no such letter. I see. Well, thank you for your time. I'm sorry I bothered you. You used bad judgment in coming in the first place. Yes, maybe you're right. There was falsehood in this someplace, Lieutenant, and it stuck out like a fat girl in slacks. The only thing to do was to go back to my apartment, get Tom turkey and confront Mrs. T with her husband in the flesh. But when I got back to my apartment building, I spotted in rapid succession one, an ambulance, two, a police car. And upstairs, outside my half open apartment door, I spotted three. You. I've been expecting you. What's going on, Kelsey? Serious, Sam, serious. Who's that bald headed man moving around the apartment? That's McCracken, the new medical examiner, checking the stiff on your rug. I stepped around you, Lieutenant, and pushed the door all the way open. I saw McCracken kneeling over the body and a couple of men from Homicide taking photos. I moved into the room feeling nothing good. A little guy had given me a job. And while I was jacking with his wife, somebody got to him. And in my apartment where I'd stashed him, McCracken stood up and I looked down at the body. Then I looked again. Who I saw wasn't Tom Turkey at all. It was the late private eye, Al Kuchel. You are listening to the weekly adventure of radio's most famous detective, Sam Spade. You Friday fans of Sam Spade. There's mystery on Saturday evening too. On NBC tomorrow, the man called X sets out on another mission of danger and intrigue in some far off corner of the earth. Herbert Marshall stars as the man called X. A man without a name who travels the world over protecting his country's interests. He lives by his wits and his business is danger. He is the man called X. Tomorrow over most NBC stations. For top Sunday listening, it's another broadcast of the big show on NBC this Sunday. Your stars include Fred Allen, Jack Carson, Mindy Carson, Ed, Archie Gardner, Ed Wynn and many, many more. And Tallulah is your MC as usual. This Sunday it's the big show on NBC. And now back to the terrified Turkey caper. Tonight's adventure with Sam sp. While the men from Homicide were taking pictures etc, you and I, Lieutenant, were going round and round on the question if I didn't kill the man found in my room, who did? And you were sufficiently impressed with my insults, Kelsey, not to hold me for the murder. We bowed to each other and I left. Thinking back to the truck that had almost run Turkey down. I went to the Hanes U Drive Truck Rental Garage. Yeah, what do you. I mean what do you want? I'm a detective. Could you give me a list of names for everybody who rented a truck from you during the past few days? Sure. He handed me a big registration book and I read every name for the past week. For the first five days they all seemed to be nice, normal, abnormal name. And then under the rentals for the day before was the name of John Smith. John had given his address as 7200 Kearney. And I happen to know that Kearney only goes up to twenty hundred. The dispatcher said that Smith had returned the truck about three hours before and he remembered him as an ugly, heavy set and rough voiced character who looked like an ex longshoreman. They had already washed the truck so the fingerprints were all loused up. Well, it's Mr. Spade again. Look, I'd like to speak with Mrs. Turk, Ms. Black, if you don't mind. Come in, come in. Thank you. This way. Into the den. Right. Well, I was sure you'd look into this affair a little more and realize that it was just a blind alley, a hoax of some kind. Where's Ms. Black? Oh, she's Upstairs, lying down. The whole affair has upset her and she asked not to be disappointed, disturbed. I think the wisest course of action for you, Mr. Spade, is just to let the matter drop. You can't let a murder Just drop, Mr. Lewis. The police wouldn't hear of it. Huh. Murdered? Who? An unfrocked private detective named Al Cucho. Well, what does this have to do with Henrietta Black? Al Cucho called me earlier today and said that Tom Turkey was a crackpot. A little man with delusions. He tried to top me off taking his case. He sounds like a perceiving man. Well, he didn't perceive. Ending up in my apartment with a bullet in his head. That's too bad. But I still do. I left Tom Turkey in my apartment for safekeeping, and when I returned, he was gone and Cuchill was dead. Well, that explains itself. Obviously this detective knew that Tom Turkey was a phony and Turkey killed him. It can figure that way and a number of other ways. Mr. Spade, I have no desire to sit here trading subtleties with you. As yet, no one has demonstrated that the real Tom Turkey actually exists alive. Now, until you do have something more concrete and less mythological, Ms. Black requests that you do not come around opening up old wounds. You've made an eloquent point. Just tell me one thing, if I can. When did Tom Turkey disappear? I mean, what month? What day it was. Oh, yes. 1943. November. But I'm not sure of the exact day. I think it was in the third week. Could it have been on Thanksgiving? Very possibly, very possibly. I returned thoughtfully to my office and did a little rapid mental arithmetic and came up with the number seven. From November 23, 1943, to November 23, 1950 was seven years to the day. And I pondered this. What did the number seven mean to the life or death of Tom Turkey? I had just hit upon the answer and was crying, eureka. When my office door opened unlocked and a visitor came in unannounced. He was ugly, heavyset and looked like an ex long showman. I waited to see if the voice checked. You, Spade. Who shall I say is calling? Captain John Smith. And here's my calling card. The first. The first bullet grazed my shoulder and tore the padding out of my coat. The second bullet hit the water cooler and it crashed over water and all on top of me. Where the third bullet hit I wasn't sure at the time because darkness came rushing through my head like a freight train. When I opened my eyes again, I expected to see St Peter checking my ID card but all I saw were the dust balls under my desk and a fly bathing himself. A pool of water spreading slowly over the floor. There was blood on my hand, but it came from a glass cut. I was in shambles, but alive. Captain John Smith had shoved off, obviously thinking his bullets had done their work. Homicide, Lieutenant Kel. Sam Kelsey. Have you found anything more about Tom Turkey? Nothing, Sam. Frankly, I'm beginning to wonder if there is such a guy. Well, clever Kelsey. A few minutes ago, a gorilla by the name, believe it or not, of Captain John Smith just tried to kill me in my office. Oh, go on, Sam. I find it hard to think. You find it hard to think, period. Really, Sam, did you get him? No, but my office is a wreck and there's a hole blasted to my wall big enough to put a basketball in. What did he use, a bazooka? I figured dum dum bullet. Some don't. That's illegal, ain't it? Kelsey, doesn't it strike you as significant that every attempt on Turkey's life has been vicious? As if someone not only wanted to kill him, but also mutilate him? Yeah, yeah, now that you mention it. Somebody probably wanted to make identification difficult. Even then. They didn't want anybody to know who he was. Now, listen carefully, Kelsey. This is real deep. Tom Turkey disappeared on Thanksgiving of 1943. A person has to be missing seven years before he can be legally dead and his insurance collected. Now, if someone had Turkey insured, they could collect the day after this Thanksgiving if Turkey didn't show up before. You mean somebody's trying to kill him for the insurance? I would say so, Kelsey. I would say so. Now hurry up and find him. When I put down the phone, I heard a heavy pounding. For a minute I thought it was in my head until I turned to face the door and standing there was a small pilgrim with bandy legs in black stockings, pantaloons, white collared coat and stovepipe hat. Hallelujah. He wore silver buckles and what he was pounding on the floor was an 18th century blunderbuss. Hallelujah. Have I got the right place? Well, offhand I'd say so. If you're looking for Captain John Smith, he just left. Pocahontas is expected any minute. Now don't you go trotting to Captain Confuse me. I'm too thirsty. What's on your mind? Well, I'm. I'm. I'm looking for a fellow named Dan. Oh, I'm so thirsty I forgot. Sam Spade. Yeah, that's it. That's it. Yes. Oh. Oh, you broke your water bottle, huh? Yeah. Good, good. That stuff. Poison, anyway. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hey, say, do you happen to have any hard cider around? Fresh out. Oh, I'm kind of thirsty. You know, any type of corn squeezings. Here, try this, dad. Good, huh? You like that, huh? Oh, follow me. But before we go, do you suppose we could have a little something for the road? It's bitter cold. I gave him a little, but not too much because I didn't want him to lose his way. He walked me right down Market street so he could look in the liquor store windows. He said it gave him a comfortable feeling to know there was so much good in the world. And then we turned right a few blocks until we came to the Helping Hand Mission. Across its gray front banner promised special holiday food and comfort to the unfortunate. And on the street in front of it, there was a brass band sending out signals to the fraternity that any minute the great feast of thanksgiving would begin. The band members and other volunteer workers were all dressed as pilgrims. The quaint conceit, my pilgrim led me to a dark corner of the club room. And sitting there, unhappily, was none other than Tom Turkey. Hello, Mr. Spade. Hello, Tom. What happened to my apartment? And why did you run away? Well, I was afraid. You told me not to answer the door until you came back. Well, somebody knocked on the door and said it was you. So I opened it and two men came in. Tell me, was one of the male cuchu. Yes, the detective. The other man was a big, ugly looking fellow. And when they saw I was alone, they started arguing. About what? Well, the detective said that now that he brought the ugly man there, he wanted his money. The ugly man pulled a gun and they started fight. Oh, dear, I. I slipped out the door and when I was halfway downstairs, I heard a shot and kept on running. Well, Hal Cuchul is dead. Oh, my. I thought so. This was the only place I could think of to hide. Oh, when Henrietta finds out I've been mixed up in a murder, she'll never take me back. Henrietta. Hey, tell me, did your wife ever have any insurance on you? Oh, before I. She did a $50,000 policy, but. Oh, that would have lapsed by now. Maybe. Maybe. Did it have a suicide clause in it? A suicide? Yes. Well, no, no, it didn't. I remember. Yeah. Yeah. You'd like to talk to Henrietta, wouldn't you? All right, here's your phone number. Call her up and tell her where you are. Oh, dear, I. I don't think I could. I'm too frightened. You've got to do something to help yourself. If you don't by midnight, you might be a cold turkey. I'm sorry. Just slipped out. All right, I'll do it. Well, he went and made the call. When he returned, he said that a man had answered who said Henrietta would come down and pick Tom up. He didn't want to wait, but I sat on him. The Pilgrim brought us a dish of turkey dinner, saying he couldn't stand food himself, and we munched a spell. In a little while, a limousine pulled up front of the mission with someone in back whom I couldn't see. The chauffeur stepped out and came in inquiring for Tom Turkey. It was Captain John Smith himself. When he saw me, a look of shocked surprise came over his unhandsome face. Hoping to catch him off balance, I dove at him. It was the liveliest thing that has happened at the Helping Hand Mission in years. And we have a good house, too. Money was even changing hands. When I heard the odds starting to go against me, I realized I better come up with. Here, use this, partner. And I did. The bandy leg Pilgrim shoved his blunderbuss right in my hand and I swung. Smith dropped like pheasant on the wing. I looked up. The passenger from the limousine was just coming in. Here. What's the meaning of this? It means, Leander Loose, that you're not going to carve Tom Turkey up for your Thanksgiving insurance policy. Hallelujah. Drumstick, anyone? Period. End of report. Sam, I don't understand. Well, it's as plain as the cranberry stain on your dress. Seth Loose, as Henrietta's business manager, had her power of attorney and secretly he kept making the payments on Tom Turkey's insurance policy. Oh, and then he'd collect for Henrietta and keep the money himself. Effie, sometimes your lightning mind frightens me. Now go type that up. Three chimes mean good times on NBC. There's fun and laughs with the chimes later tonight when Ed Gardner stars in Duffy's Tavern. As usual, Duffy won't be there, but Archie the manager will definitely be on hand to serve his blue plate special of grilled English language. This Sunday, the big show comes your way again. Tallulah will be your hostess and the stars include Fred Allen, Jack Carson, Ed Wynn, Meredith Wilson and many, many more. It's the big show Sunday on NBC. Here it is, Sam. Sam, the man who killed Alcutrel and tried to kill you, was his name really Captain John Smith? Now whiffy could we have a Thanksgiving caper without a Captain John Smith? It wouldn't be right. It was a coincidence, wasn't it? Well, if you promise not to tell any, I won't. His real name was Michael Giuseppe Yablonski Smith. I called him John for short. You're so kind. Are we going over to your mother's for cold turkey snacks? Well, all right, but I don't think there'll be much left. Oh. You see, my cousin Gertie couldn't find her little boy and mother phoned and said they just found him. He was inside the turkey, eating his way out. Effie, is there no way to curb that tongue of yours? There's one way. Well, come here. Oh. Good night, Sam. Good night, sweetheart. The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spear. Sam Spade was played by Stephen Dunn. Lorene Tuttle is Effie. Script for tonight's adventure by Larry Roman and John Michael Hayes. Musical scoring by Lud Gluskin conducted by Robert Armbruster. Join us again next week, same time for another adventure with Sam Spade. Hear the magnificent Montague, then visit Duffy's Tavern on NBC. Now here is our star, Vincent Price. Ladies and gentlemen, in a prejudice filled America, no one would be secure in his job, his business, his church or his home. Yet racial and religious antagonists are exploited daily by quacks and adventurers whose followers make up the irresponsible lunatic fringe of American life. Refuse to listen to or spread rumors against any race or religion. Help to stamp out prejudice in our country. Let's judge our neighbors by the character of their lives alone and not on the basis of their religion or origin.