
Barrie Craig Confidential Investigator 51-11-07 The Case of the Borrowed Knife
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Barry Craig
One thing about marriage, folks.
Beeper
Many are made in heaven.
Barry Craig
But there are others that are unmade by the forced application of the vow unto death do us part.
Narrator
The National Broadcasting Company presents William Gargan in another transcribed drama of mystery and adventure with America's number one detective Barry Craig. Confidential investigator.
Barry Craig
Barry Craig speaking. That's the name. Barry Craig. You rent an office on the third floor of the old mercantile building. You've got a city license which says you're a confidential investigator. So most of your life you sit around and wait.
Beeper
Some of the guys in the business.
Barry Craig
Hire blondes and call them secretaries. Others confide in cab drivers, bend bartender's ears, even buy dictating machines.
Beeper
Maybe it helps them forget that they're.
Barry Craig
The loneliest guys in the world. Because nobody really talks to you. The suspicious wives, the frightened parents, the desperate kids who walk into your office never even see you. To them, you're a license. A pair of ears, sometimes a gun. Nothing human. And after a while, maybe you're not. It's open.
Wilma Lord
How do you lock this door?
Barry Craig
There's a thing underneath the doorknob there. You slide it over.
Wilma Lord
You're very creek.
Barry Craig
Yeah.
Wilma Lord
You're not doing very well, are you? I. I could write my name on the dust on your desk.
Barry Craig
What name would that be?
Wilma Lord
Wilma Lord.
Barry Craig
How do you do, Ms. Lord?
Wilma Lord
Mr. Craig, have you ever killed anyone?
Barry Craig
Not for a fee.
Wilma Lord
Will you answer a question about the weather?
Barry Craig
I don't know much about the weather. Why'd you lock the door behind you, Ms. Lloyd?
Wilma Lord
I can't have anybody see me here.
Barry Craig
There's a woman comes around a couple times a week. I'll speak to her about the Dutch.
Wilma Lord
Well, that's not. I'm going to marry a man named John Waring.
Barry Craig
Uh huh.
Wilma Lord
He's older than I am. A lot older.
Barry Craig
It's a question of taste.
Wilma Lord
He's rich.
Barry Craig
Sweetens the taste.
Wilma Lord
We're going to be married in a few weeks. I want nothing to happen to that marriage.
Barry Craig
I'll hire you Cupid Craig. With a dollar sign in front of the cupid. What do you think might happen?
Wilma Lord
Death.
Barry Craig
Something wrong with Waring's health?
Wilma Lord
You've heard of murder, haven't you?
Barry Craig
I've heard of it. Whose murder? Yours or Waring?
Wilma Lord
Who?
Barry Craig
The door's locked. Who's murder?
Wilma Lord
I can't stay. Is there another way out?
Barry Craig
Back of the water cooler. Leads to the back hallway in the fire stairs.
Wilma Lord
I'll phone. You.
Barry Craig
Sure? Yeah.
John Waring
Get.
Barry Craig
Get out of my way.
Beeper
That gun a little heavy for you?
Barry Craig
I said okay. Well? The dame. Where's the dame? You don't look too good. Where is she?
Beeper
Got a name for him?
Barry Craig
The dame walked in here.
Lieutenant Rogers
I seen her.
Beeper
And now you want to take another look?
Barry Craig
Why not give her back a knife? Knife? The floor stopped him. I kicked the door shut behind him. The knife he'd mentioned was angling out between the shoulder blades. I didn't want anybody to confuse him with a client. The homicide squad arrived and went to work. I don't like watching the boys. They're too smooth. I start thinking of all the stiffs they practiced on.
Beeper
I shut my eyes.
Lieutenant Rogers
Are we boring you, Craig?
Barry Craig
Lieutenant Rogers. I've seen it all before. Too bad.
Lieutenant Rogers
If only we could work out an entirely new approach. Then perhaps you'd watch us.
Barry Craig
Stop being so tough, Trav. Everybody's forgiven you for having gone to college. Thanks. You're welcome.
Lieutenant Rogers
Craig.
John Waring
The story's no good.
Barry Craig
The only one I've got on hand.
Lieutenant Rogers
I'd say it was no good. The punk there with a knife in his back was on the Harry Otis payroll. Oh, Wilma Lord is on the Otis payroll.
Barry Craig
Must be a large payroll among his.
Lieutenant Rogers
Varied and largely illegal activities. Otis also runs a supper club over on the east side, the Gilded Lily. You can have Wilma Lord for supper there six nights a week and twice on Sundays.
Barry Craig
It's too early for supper.
Lieutenant Rogers
The last couple of months, Otis has been very busy hovering up the crime commission. The crime commission? Mr. Otis is a very large target for them. He's been doing his best to shrink recently.
John Waring
Woman.
Lieutenant Rogers
Lord could have come to you because she planned to concertise with the commission and wanted protection.
Barry Craig
Why me?
Lieutenant Rogers
You're big, you're good natured and well, I'm stupid. No, no, no.
Harry Otis
But you like to believe people when.
Lieutenant Rogers
They give you a chance to.
Beeper
What about the Waring angle?
Barry Craig
Did she pick him out of the phone book?
Lieutenant Rogers
There is no Waring angle. John Waring happens to be a distinguished philanthropist. That means a guy with so much money even gives some of it away.
Barry Craig
Thanks for the translation. I still believe Wilma Lord's story.
Lieutenant Rogers
Why? Because she's young, beautiful? Because she looked you straight in the.
Barry Craig
Eye when she told you all no Tran. Because she was nasty. Homicide wound up and went away. One nice thing about it. After they were through, the office no longer needed dusting. The clock in the church tower across the street made noises. So after a while did my stomach. But I was waiting for a phone call.
Beeper
Maybe the cops would get Wilmer Lord.
Barry Craig
Before she could reach a phone. Maybe Wilma Lord had no intention of phoning me. I've been a sucker before. I prefer to being a wise guy. So I listened to the bell, gnawed my stomach and was rewarded. Hello, Mr. Craig. Yeah, late.
Wilma Lord
I thought you might have gone home.
Barry Craig
I'm still here.
Wilma Lord
You're alone?
Barry Craig
Yeah.
Wilma Lord
I've got to see you. That is, if after what happened, you want to.
Barry Craig
I want to. I always believe a client.
Wilma Lord
I didn't know you'd taken the case.
Barry Craig
Where do we meet?
Wilma Lord
Well, not here at my apartment. It's too dangerous.
Barry Craig
Wait a minute. Would there be a couple of cops.
Beeper
Sitting on your lap by any chance?
Wilma Lord
No.
Barry Craig
Why not?
Beeper
They've got an alarm out for you.
Wilma Lord
The apartment isn't in my name. Look, let's make it Park. The 67th street entrance in an hour.
Beeper
The park in an hour.
Barry Craig
Homage, Lord.
Beeper
Don't bring a friend.
Barry Craig
I locked the office door. Nothing in the office worth stealing. But this way maybe I could tempt the burglar. I felt underprivileged. I'd never been burgled.
Jake
Hey, Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
Never mind the glad greetings, Jake.
Jake
Terrible tragedy you had, Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
That's what I meant. Stop licking your chops and let's ride downstairs, huh?
Jake
Terrible tragedy. Lieutenant Rogers says he didn't bleed much.
Barry Craig
You take the Lieutenant's word for it. By the way, Jake, did the corpse.
Beeper
Come up in the elevator?
Jake
Lieutenant asked me.
Barry Craig
That a coincidence, did he? Yeah.
Jake
Come up in the elevator. Didn't have that knife in his back at the time though.
Barry Craig
Maybe the elevator was too crowded. Oh, I hadn't thought of that. How about the girl?
Beeper
She come up the same trip?
Jake
Lieutenant asked me that too.
Beeper
Whatever made you give up that farm in Vermont, Jake?
Jake
Got tired of watching the Four Seasons. What I told the lieutenant was maybe she did come up in the elevator.
Beeper
But.
Jake
But I didn't see her.
Barry Craig
Uh huh. How about opening the door?
Jake
And if she was young and pretty like the Lieutenant said, why, I'd have spotted her.
Barry Craig
Sure, after all your experience with the Four Seasons, Jake, how about.
Jake
Oh, I keep forgetting.
Lieutenant Rogers
Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
Yeah?
Jake
In case anybody stops around and asks for you.
Beeper
What did I tell him?
Barry Craig
Tell him I'm out checking a season. Good night, Jake. The park was close enough so I could take a couple of hamburgers aboard at Willy's Wagon. A couple of hamburgers and a cup of the stuff Willie calls coffee. Willie keeps his coffee urn shined. I was facing it. What I saw in the urn looked like what you see in the distorting mirrors in the coney Island Funhouse. Except not so funny.
Beeper
Willie. You got a complaint, take it up with the mayor.
Barry Craig
Take a look over my left shoulder, Willie.
Jake
It's gorgeous.
Harry Otis
You want I should pin a gardenia on it?
Barry Craig
Somebody looking into the wagon had his face plastered against the window.
Beeper
I don't want to turn to tip him off.
Barry Craig
Huh?
Harry Otis
You hitting the pipe again? No face, I bet you inhale too.
Barry Craig
Oh, forget it, Willie. You must have ducked. Here, take that up with the Bureau of Internal Revenue. Boy, you throwing dough around. What's the matter?
Harry Otis
You had a horse in the fifth.
Barry Craig
No, I had a corpse in the third. The park was half a dozen blocks over and west. I couldn't spot a tail on me, which didn't mean a thing. Good tails don't get spotted. Especially working on me. I'm easy to keep in sight from a long way off. Nobody had moved. The park around the 67th street entrance looked cozy and dark. I tossed a mental coin, came up head, which meant I should go home and spend a few hours asleep. Then I cheated. I went on into the park. An investigator's job is a funny one. Either you play it hard and believe nobody, which is fine. It's safe.
Beeper
You stay out of trouble.
Barry Craig
Maybe after 10 years you're growing ulcers because nobody likes you. But an ulcer never killed anyone yet. Or else you believe people. Then you've got trouble. You're not smart. Except maybe it's not a choice. Kept getting darker. Not a choice because it depends on the way you're built. The way I'm built? You stick your neck out. I did. Only warning was a slight of feet on the gravel path. If you hit on the head hard enough, you get knocked out. All you remember afterwards is getting up. It's a memory you're willing to trade cheap.
Unknown Assailant
The guy looks like he is returning to us, Mr. Otis.
Harry Otis
He might have fractured his skull.
Unknown Assailant
People, private eyes have got very thick skulls. All I know is I read about him all the time. Private eyes are always getting bopped on the skull. It don't bother him.
Beeper
It bothers me.
Harry Otis
Peeper helps a gentleman. Never mind, Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
I've got a headache.
Harry Otis
I'm sorry. Beeper is so enthusiastic.
Barry Craig
Send him over a little closer to me. I'll calm him down.
Harry Otis
I'm afraid not, Mr. Craig. Beeper is armed. He was acting on instructions from me.
Barry Craig
Was he supposed to bring me in alive? I'm not that funny. How did he find me in the park?
Harry Otis
He trailed you there from your office?
Barry Craig
Uh huh.
Harry Otis
Rather a cold, unpleasant night. Mr. Craig, you often walk in the park?
Barry Craig
I managed to get there from time to time.
Harry Otis
You wouldn't have been meeting anyone there.
Barry Craig
I could use a couple of aspirin.
Harry Otis
Beeper was perhaps a little impatient.
Unknown Assailant
How was I supposed to know he had appointment Beeper? I Beg your pardon, Mr. Otis.
Barry Craig
Well, Craig, I could still use those aspirins.
Harry Otis
I see. Well, perhaps it isn't very important. What's more to the point, Mr. Craig, you had a visitor this afternoon.
Barry Craig
I had lots of visitors. Most of them in uniform.
Harry Otis
I'm referring to the gentleman who preceded the police. The gentleman whose untimely death was responsible for the visit. You didn't happen to kill him by any chance?
Barry Craig
The cops didn't think so. They might be prejudiced also.
Harry Otis
You may have pleaded self defense.
Barry Craig
Otis, you know better than that.
Beeper
A man like you has pipelines to the department.
Harry Otis
Very well, a question then.
Barry Craig
What was the gentleman.
Beeper
You mean the punk with the knife.
Harry Otis
On his back doing in your office?
Beeper
He was dying there.
Barry Craig
Hey, I'm hearing music ringing in my ears. A rather good little orchestra.
Harry Otis
They'd be insulted by your description.
Barry Craig
Don't tell him about it. This wouldn't happen to be the Gilded Lily, would it?
Harry Otis
You know the place?
Barry Craig
Sure. Some of my best friends have had supper in it.
Harry Otis
What was Jimmy doing in your office?
Barry Craig
A punk.
Beeper
He might have been looking for a confidential investigator.
Harry Otis
Oh, for what purpose?
Barry Craig
To help him find his lost innocence, maybe. Beeper, I'm not joking.
Beeper
What job was he doing for you?
Harry Otis
What makes you think he was doing anything at all for me?
Beeper
He was on your payroll.
Barry Craig
Indeed. The cops told me. They're blabbermouth. Pity about the civil service.
Harry Otis
Things would be so much easier otherwise.
Beeper
You could buy more for less, huh? You're not going to tell me why.
Harry Otis
Jimmy came into your office?
Beeper
I didn't say that. I'll tell you why. He was looking for the owner of the knife in his back. Oh, he never got around to telling me who it was. Would you like some information? Very much.
Harry Otis
At what price?
Beeper
We'll discuss that later. The information goes like this. Your boy came up in the elevator. He didn't have the knife in him. Then he did have when he got to my office.
Harry Otis
So someone presented him with a knife someplace between the elevator on your floor and your office.
Barry Craig
Yeah.
Beeper
One thing more. It wasn't right outside the office door. No, he got it near the elevator.
Barry Craig
He went down.
Beeper
There were a couple of blood stains on the hall floor indicating that he went down, stayed down for a while, pulled himself to his feet and made it to me.
Barry Craig
Why?
Beeper
You didn't like my previous suggestion?
Harry Otis
No, Craig. Whom did Jimmy follow to your office?
Beeper
It'd be nice to know, wouldn't it? I mean for me.
Barry Craig
Because you know, don't you?
Harry Otis
You mentioned something about a price for the information.
Beeper
What price? What do you think about matrimony?
Harry Otis
I have no time to discuss philosophy at the moment.
Beeper
Or philanthropy.
Barry Craig
Beeper. Yeah, Mr. Ulis?
Harry Otis
Up until this moment, I've been considering Mr. Craig an honest, if somewhat stupid man. Now I'm not so sure either of his honesty or of his stupidity.
Barry Craig
I can get your references on both counts.
Harry Otis
I would like to be sure.
Barry Craig
Beeper.
Harry Otis
I take them apart. Unless Mr. Craig would like to tell.
Barry Craig
Us another story, I'm out of story.
Harry Otis
You're in trouble, however, beeper. We want Mr. Craig to explain his remarks about matrimony and philanthropy.
Beeper
Yeah.
Unknown Assailant
Hold it, Craig. I wouldn't mind plugging you in a leg. Say, give me excuse. You gonna stand and take it nice.
Barry Craig
Okay, take it.
Unknown Assailant
I hope the gun barrel don't scare you permanent. How about putting your arms behind your back, huh? Gonna start getting painful soon.
Beeper
Thanks. Now.
John Waring
Hey, Who?
Beeper
Opportunity knocks.
Barry Craig
No, Otis. I've just inherited a gun. Beepers. You Weren't expecting company, Mr. Otis? I've been knocked unconscious. I've been pistol whipped.
Beeper
Maybe I'm sore.
Harry Otis
I wasn't expecting company.
Barry Craig
Yeah, that's the reason Beeper was startled. All right, open the door. Let's see who it is.
Beeper
Hello, Mr. Otis, the marine.
Barry Craig
Hello, Trav.
Lieutenant Rogers
Hi, Craig. Mind if I come in?
Barry Craig
The office belongs to Otis. You're holding the gun that belongs to Beefer.
Jake
Beeper.
Lieutenant Rogers
He's lying down, tired.
Barry Craig
He ran into a doorknob. Have a gun on him? Thanks.
John Waring
Who knows?
Lieutenant Rogers
Maybe he has a license for it. We'll see.
Harry Otis
Exactly what do you want here, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Rogers
We've had the place staked out. Nobody we were interested in showed up.
Barry Craig
I got the report that a big.
Lieutenant Rogers
Man was carried in. Turns out it was Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
That's how it turns out.
Harry Otis
The place staked out and you're looking for.
Beeper
If nobody minds, I'll get out in a hurry. Barry, I'm late.
Lieutenant Rogers
For what?
Barry Craig
A date.
Harry Otis
Wait a minute.
Announcer
Wait.
Lieutenant Rogers
Looks you were slugged and brought here.
Barry Craig
I guess it does look that way.
Lieutenant Rogers
You could prefer charges.
Barry Craig
Uh, it was all in fun.
Lieutenant Rogers
That welt across your face doesn't look funny.
Beeper
One of the reasons I'm in a hurry.
Barry Craig
What? I want to have the nasty little Bruise kissed away. Lt. Rogers didn't argue with me. He wanted conversation with Otis and Beeper. Nobody had mentioned Wilma Lord yet. Not Otis, not Trev. But they were thinking of her. So was I. I tried to park. A couple of hours had died since the appointment. But I had to make sure. I made sure. Maybe Wilma Lord had been waiting for me. Maybe not. Either way, she wasn't waiting anymore. Trab would annoy Otis for a while. He had nothing to hold him on. He had nothing to hold Beeper on for a while. Otis and Beeper would be busy with the lieutenant. After that, they might be busy about something else. I remembered Trav's definition of a philanthropist. I could use some money. My name is Barry Craig. Yes. You're John Waring. I am. Mind if I come in?
John Waring
It's rather late.
Barry Craig
So late? You sent the butler to bed, huh?
John Waring
Well, that is hardly. Who did you say you were?
Barry Craig
Barry Craig.
John Waring
Should I know you?
Barry Craig
Yes. Why? Because you're a philanthropist.
John Waring
Good night.
Beeper
I didn't finish.
Barry Craig
Because you're a philanthropist about to get married.
John Waring
Come in.
Barry Craig
Thanks.
John Waring
And here, if you please. Well, then, your name is Barry Craig. You're a reporter, perhaps?
Barry Craig
Not exactly.
John Waring
Then why your interest in my marriage?
Barry Craig
I've been hired to make sure it goes through on schedule. Hired by whom? Your fiance.
John Waring
My.
Barry Craig
Didn't I use the right word?
John Waring
You mean, Ms. Lord, how many girls.
Barry Craig
Were you planning to marry?
John Waring
Craig, I permitted you to enter my home because you seem to know about.
Harry Otis
About my marriage.
John Waring
I didn't expect you to insult me.
Barry Craig
I'm sorry. Blood gets on my nerves. Blood?
Beeper
A man was murdered in my office.
Barry Craig
Today, and that's why. That's why what?
John Waring
Nothing. This man was murdered. Had he any connection with your marriage?
Barry Craig
Yes. What do you think?
John Waring
I can't think anything about it. I'm confused.
Barry Craig
So confused you haven't thought of offering me a drink?
John Waring
I beg your pardon? Oh, yeah.
Barry Craig
I can almost think you were expecting me. That's two glasses you've got sitting on that coffee table with the drinks in them. One's wry by the color, the other.
John Waring
Mr. Craig, you're in my home.
Barry Craig
Looks like creme de mont. A girl's drink.
John Waring
I suppose it's too much to expect the behavior of a gentleman from a confidential investigator.
Barry Craig
Yeah, we're the sordid type. I had an appointment with Ms. Lord.
John Waring
She kept it, didn't she?
Barry Craig
Why don't we ask her? Ask. Nice drapes you've got. Pity they don't quite reach the floor.
John Waring
Now look here, young man.
Wilma Lord
Never mind. John.
Barry Craig
Hello, Miss Lord. Hello. Did you decide the park was too cold at this time of the year. I.
Wilma Lord
What made you come here?
Barry Craig
You wouldn't be holding up in your apartment listed in your name or not. The cops are bright nowadays. Well, where else would you duck for color? It was simple. Lucky for me, it was simple. I get confused easy.
Wilma Lord
What do you want?
Beeper
You hired me to do a job.
Barry Craig
I believe you. I always believe my clients. Sometimes I'm suckers, sometimes not. Because sometimes clients don't expect to be believed.
John Waring
I resent all this.
Barry Craig
Don't be in too big a hurry, Mr. Mr. Waring. Ms. Lord was afraid that the marriage.
Beeper
Was going to be interrupted by murder.
Barry Craig
Murder?
Beeper
She didn't get around to telling me.
Barry Craig
Whose murder, Yours or hers?
Beeper
Because another murder happened to somebody else I didn't. Somebody on Harry Otis's payroll.
Barry Craig
Whose idea was this marriage?
John Waring
I. I asked Ms. Lord to be.
Barry Craig
My wife and she said yes. Why?
Wilma Lord
I love you don't have to laugh at me.
Barry Craig
Harry Otis. You were on his payroll too, Ms. Lord. The crime commission was getting ready to ask him questions about his business. His tie ins with officials, his backers.
John Waring
I must ask.
Beeper
You were going to say leave.
Barry Craig
Let's pretend it was explained. Wilma Lodge young. She's beautiful. Maybe she could have wrangled a marriage offer out of you anyway. But her working for Otis can't be a coincidence. Sure. You asked her to marry you after.
Beeper
She told you she knew about your connection with Otis.
John Waring
My connection?
Barry Craig
Financial dollar bills don't have pedigrees on them. That's a shame.
Beeper
How many of the dollar bills making up your bank account came out of Harry Otis's dirty enterprises?
John Waring
This is absolutely, absolutely unwarranted.
Barry Craig
No. Up until five minutes ago it was a guess. A stupid guess.
Beeper
Because I couldn't figure any other reason.
Barry Craig
For the whole deal.
Beeper
Now it's not a guess anymore.
Harry Otis
It's not a guess anymore.
Beeper
Hello, Otis.
Barry Craig
I've been expecting you.
Beeper
And the gun.
Harry Otis
That's nice. Beeper's outside with a gun too.
Beeper
And a car with a motor idling. Another stupid guess.
Barry Craig
Sure.
Harry Otis
Stupid ones give the most trouble. If you'd had brains enough, Craig, you'd have stayed out of this.
Barry Craig
I couldn't. I was hired by Ms. Lord.
Wilma Lord
I had to.
Barry Craig
Harry, I'm.
Harry Otis
I had you set up. Waring was going to marry you so you couldn't testify against him. Why'd you bury the knife on Jimmy's back?
Wilma Lord
I didn't.
Harry Otis
I had him on you all the time.
Beeper
Would you have had any reason for killing a modus?
Harry Otis
Well, what Reason?
Barry Craig
Not even a stupid guess, Otis. Yes, this.
John Waring
This squabbling. It's unpleasant and a waste of time.
Barry Craig
Meaning what?
John Waring
Whatever Ms. Lord did or didn't do, Mr. Craig is now in a position to inform the crime commission of.
Harry Otis
Of our business association.
John Waring
Yes, that would be disastrous not only for myself, but for you as well. I. I hesitate to suggest anything violent, but.
Harry Otis
But what choice have we got? Precisely.
Wilma Lord
No, but.
Harry Otis
Get up, Wilma. You've still got Jimmy's death to account for.
Wilma Lord
Oh, you. You.
Barry Craig
Ms. Lord.
Wilma Lord
What?
Beeper
Don't drink that.
Wilma Lord
What are you talking about? Took my bees away.
Beeper
You in a hurry to die?
John Waring
The man is insane, Otis.
Barry Craig
Yeah, Otis, the man.
Beeper
Looking for a murderer.
Harry Otis
What was wrong with the drink?
Beeper
Another guess. A solid one this time. Wilma Lord's wanted by the police for.
Barry Craig
The murder of your punk.
Beeper
Wilma Lord disappeared.
Barry Craig
Suppose she died in his house.
Beeper
Waring would have the body. What?
Barry Craig
Buried?
Beeper
Burned. Either way, no more Wilma Lloyd. The cops would spend the next century looking for her.
Barry Craig
The case would be closed.
Beeper
Also, John Waring wouldn't have to marry her.
Barry Craig
He'd be rid of a witness against him.
Beeper
What he had in mind for you, Otis, I wouldn't know.
Barry Craig
But he had something in mind.
Beeper
Then he'd be free.
Barry Craig
He could go on being philanthropic. This is.
John Waring
It's childish melodrama.
Beeper
Murders melodrama. Only it's not childish.
Barry Craig
Mr. Waring.
Beeper
When I walked in here, you asked me if I was a reporter.
Barry Craig
The gag being you'd never seen me, heard of me before.
Beeper
A little later on, you said something about a confidential investigator not being a gentleman.
Wilma Lord
He must have followed me too.
Barry Craig
You said Wilma Lord had kept her appointment with me. How did you know if she told you?
Beeper
You wouldn't have confused me with a reporter if she didn't.
Harry Otis
Wait a minute. He was checking on her because he was planning to get rid of her.
Beeper
But your boy Jimmy spotted him on the third floor where my office is. Nobody else would have had any motive for killing him. Waring had to because it tipped his hand about his plan for the girl.
John Waring
Nonsense. Absolute nonsense.
Beeper
Then suppose you drink this, Huh?
John Waring
I. I detest creme de mont.
Harry Otis
Drink it, Waring.
John Waring
I. I shall leave now.
Harry Otis
I find this highly deceitful. I said drink it.
John Waring
You're being a fool.
Barry Craig
A.
Harry Otis
Had to be done.
Barry Craig
Done. The reason I knew the drink was poisoned. Take a sniff at it, Otis.
Harry Otis
Don't bother.
Barry Craig
A deep sniff. So sorry. Got it in your eyes. Thanks for the gun. You mustn't lose your temper. Waring killed Jimmy. Sure but you had to kill Waring, didn't you? If you turned him over to the cops, he'd have blabbed the crime commission beeper. Beeper. You know something, Otis? You must be a sinking ship. That was it. All wound up. I went home. I slept. The next day I was back on the third floor being lonely.
Wilma Lord
How do you lock this door?
Barry Craig
There's a thing underneath the doorknob. Oh, you remembered Somebody following you again?
Wilma Lord
No. I just don't want to be interrupted.
Barry Craig
At what?
Wilma Lord
Thanking. I don't have any money. I'm not marrying a rich man anymore. But I don't think you'll mind.
Barry Craig
I always believe a client. Good night, folks. See you next week.
Narrator
You have been listening to William Gargan in another exciting transcribed mystery drama from the adventures of Barry Craig, confidential investigator. Tonight's story, the Case of the Borrowed Knife was written by Lou Vitez. Next week it's an exciting story titled Dead on Arrival, about which Barry Craig.
Barry Craig
Has this to say. Next week I devote my time to a bashful blonde, an escaped lunatic and a stone cold corpse. And brother, is it murder. See you next week, folks.
Narrator
Featured in the role of Wilma was Elspeth Elizabeth Eric. Barry Craig, starring William Goggin is under the direction of Hyman Brown. This is Don Pardo speaking.
Wilma Lord
Foreign.
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Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Date: October 13, 2025
Episode Air Date: November 7, 1951
Host: Harolds Old Time Radio
Episode Length: ~28 minutes
Main Cast: William Gargan as Barry Craig; Elspeth Eric as Wilma Lord
This episode of Barrie Craig, Confidential Investigator is a classic noir detective drama centered on marriage, murder, and the seedy connections between the underworld and the upper class. Detective Barry Craig is hired by a nervous bride-to-be who fears her impending marriage might end in murder. What unfolds is a tangled web involving a notorious crime boss, a murdered henchman, and an upstanding philanthropist with something to hide. The show delivers all the drama and intrigue characteristic of the Golden Age of Radio mysteries.
| Timestamp | Segment | |------------|----------------------------------------------| | 00:43-02:53 | Wilma Lord solicits Craig’s help | | 03:03-04:44 | Murder in Craig’s office; police investigation| | 06:00-06:54 | Wilma arranges to meet Craig in park | | 09:08-11:38 | Craig is tailed and attacked in park | | 11:39-15:32 | Otis interrogates Craig | | 16:24-17:21 | Lt. Rogers & Craig’s escape from Otis | | 18:43-21:12 | Craig confronts John Waring and Wilma | | 22:34-24:13 | Otis reveals marriage plot; poisoned drink | | 25:03-25:17 | Final confrontation & resolution | | 26:14-26:40 | Epilogue: Wilma thanks Craig |
This taut detective story blends humor, cynicism, and moral ambiguity in classic radio noir fashion:
A brisk, engaging entry in the Barrie Craig canon—true to the Golden Age of Radio’s best mysteries.