
Barrie Craig Confidential Investigator 51-11-21 Murder in Wax
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Narrator/Announcer
William Gargan stars as Barry Craig, confidential investigator.
Barry Craig
One kind of free lodging that leaves everyone cold, folks, is when it's yours. By courtesy of the City Mall.
Narrator/Announcer
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. There's one little thing a confidential investigator has in common with a crooner or a tap dancer. Ballyhoo. You can't get enough of it. The right kind of publicity break with pictures, nats and your fees skyrocket. Even better than money. You promote your pick of job, scoop off the cream. I waggled me a break like that. A lady reporter, Mona Gale, assigned to follow me around by the true Life Picture magazine. An elegant redhead lucking a camera and a notebook. She'd been ordered to profile me and get the story of my life from cradle to now. But the assignment had her missed. I could see I wasn't important enough people for her.
Mona Gale
Is there some point to this dreary hike you've Got me on, Mr. Craig?
Barry Craig
Yeah, there is. Tenement row, near the dock. America's melting pot. Out of it comes governors, songwriters, booking. Look around you.
Mona Gale
I have looked around me.
Barry Craig
Then start taking notes. Darfield's Place. I was a kid on this block. That rat trap there. I played stickball off the stoop. Go ahead, sister, make with a pencil.
Mona Gale
Must I?
Barry Craig
Posterity will want to know.
Mona Gale
Are you naturally egotistic, Mr. Craig?
Barry Craig
Are you naturally a snob? I'm tired, so have a seat here on the stoop. What's better than sitting? Grand view, huh?
Mona Gale
Great dirty face. Children push carts. Squalor. Isn't there some other way of profiling you, Mr. Craig? Like, oh, one of those celebrated cases you perform in so heroically? Couldn't I just watch you at work?
Barry Craig
Sure, if I had a case, which right now I haven't. Come on, beautiful. Get the feel of this block. Imagine back to me as a kid. That kid over there reading the comics. Now, he could be me once upon a time.
Mona Gale
How about that weird looking boy carrying the parrot?
Barry Craig
Boy carrying a what?
Mona Gale
Parrot.
Barry Craig
Well, yes, what do you know? The kid is carrying a parrot.
Mona Gale
And coming this way, too. He wants a pose for a before and after picture with you. Hey, want to buy a parrot, mister? For cheap, mister?
Barry Craig
I don't think so, sonny. He yours?
Narrator/Announcer
No, I found him on a dock, lost.
Mona Gale
He's sick.
Barry Craig
Sick?
Mona Gale
Yeah, yeah. Look at the blood on his foot.
Barry Craig
Yeah, yeah, it is blood. Bring him closer.
Mona Gale
Hey, what'd you examine him for like a doctor.
Barry Craig
Funny parrot hasn't been hurt. Not a scratch on him I can see.
Mona Gale
But the blood.
Barry Craig
I'll pretend it's human blood.
Mona Gale
Human blood, Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
Yes. Now figure that.
Mona Gale
Oh, if only the parrot could talk. Hey, doc. Squad watch. Hey, go ahead, you tock. Don't shoot me. Don't shoot me. Is that the parrot talking or is the boy of antiloquist? Help. Lady, help.
Barry Craig
It's a parrot all right. Yelling bloody murder. Sit tight, sister. You hold on to that parrot.
Mona Gale
Where are you going?
Barry Craig
The telephone. Check with Lieutenant Trav Rogers at police headquarters. I want to know what bloody corpse the parrot belongs to. Could be you will be watching me work after all. Mona got to watch me work over the phone. Lieutenant Trav Rogers set up a date for the parrot to be reunited with his master. The setting for the sentimental reunion was the city morgue.
Narrator/Announcer
Roll him out, Ernie. The parrot belonged to him.
Barry Craig
Craig. Steady, molar. Who was he?
Narrator/Announcer
Traveled according to an identification card, Miss. Wallet. He was found on the docks beside an empty birdcage, shot to death by an unknown assailant.
Barry Craig
And we traced him to a banana boat.
Narrator/Announcer
He booked passage from Honduras to New York.
Barry Craig
Period. Period?
Narrator/Announcer
On ship. Larma kept to himself, stayed in his cabin. A mystery figure. Isn't that how a reporter would headline him? His gale.
Barry Craig
That parrot you two chanced across was.
Narrator/Announcer
Larimer's only known companion.
Barry Craig
Can I see the cage the parrot came in? Roger, if you must meddle. I'm being immortalized by True Life magazine, so please don't louse it up. This is the cage. How do you figure? The parrot escaped.
Narrator/Announcer
Trin Lorimer was shot. He dropped the cage. This padlock broke off in the fall. The cage door flew open, et cetera, et cetera.
Barry Craig
And the parrot got to walk, huh? No, Lieutenant, I don't think so.
Narrator/Announcer
You don't?
Barry Craig
Not enough concussion for a padlock to snap off. Larimer could only be carrying the cage a couple of feet off the ground. So look at the twist. And the wire here, where the padlock was originally secured. Hmm.
Narrator/Announcer
Wire is unusually twisting.
Barry Craig
The padlock didn't break off. It was broken off deliberately.
Narrator/Announcer
But why would a killer start to do that?
Barry Craig
Craig, I'm puzzled like you're puzzled. Any other personal belongings found in the late Vince Flowerman? Just this.
Narrator/Announcer
Wristwatch, pocket knife.
Barry Craig
The silver ring. The silver wedding ring. The end.
Narrator/Announcer
The dead end. A corpse, a parent, a few meaningless trinkets. Where would you go from here, Mr. Holmes?
Barry Craig
Oh, yes, you're working hard at lashing me up. With Mona. But it so happened a detour developed in the dead end the next morning while I was sorting my mail over coffee and sinkers in the Crosstown Manor and while waiting for the red headed Mona to show up for her day's grind. The mail was the usual garbage. Bills, all of them stamped. Final notice circulars advising me where to get my panspray, where to buy my geranium. And one circular I really stopped to read. The Starbright Park Museum of Murder exhibits in wack. The circular entitles Barry to a 50% admission discount.
Mona Gale
Good morning, Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
The ripened friendship we've got. It's time you call me Barry.
Mona Gale
With a good morning kiss.
Barry Craig
If that's how you like to start your day.
Mona Gale
Look, I was assigned to you to play Boswell, Barry, not Madame Bovary. And what prey have you in store for me today?
Barry Craig
A trip to the Starbright Amusement Park.
Mona Gale
Amusement park?
Barry Craig
Read this circular.
Mona Gale
Bargain rate.
Barry Craig
So read where it says about the new wax exhibit.
Mona Gale
Oh, see? The brutal murder of Vince Lorimer. So real it will startle you.
Barry Craig
Hey, Vince Lorimer, our corpse of yesterday.
Mona Gale
But, but, but how?
Barry Craig
How could a wax exhibit already be set up for the customers less than 24 hours after the murder happened? Yes, and circular printed PR and in the mail. One of them in the mails to me.
Mona Gale
You think it was perfect.
Barry Craig
I'd be a dope not to think that I'm not only being invited to get a look at Vince Larimer being shot, but also at who is shooting him. All this and Wex.
Mona Gale
It's incredible.
Barry Craig
I'm in an incredible business. Beautiful. In what other business can you get an educated redhead personally assigned to us? Starbright park was a ramshackle amusement area, a stone's throw off a public highway.
Mona Gale
Well, here's your museum of murder. Those signs, shocking, sensational, lurid, enclosed.
Barry Craig
No ticket taker, no open door.
Mona Gale
It's boarded up.
Barry Craig
There's a bell here, this side door.
Mona Gale
What do you want?
Barry Craig
A word with the owner. Ladies.
Mona Gale
I'm the owner.
Barry Craig
Oh, I'm Barry Craig. This is Ms. Gale.
Mona Gale
So what?
Barry Craig
I got a circular from you in this morning's mail. It's this one.
Mona Gale
You and a thousand other people, mister. Everybody from A to C in the telephone directory.
Barry Craig
Oh, and you didn't mean the circular, especially for me?
Mona Gale
Are you out of your mind?
Barry Craig
Often the circular advertises an exhibit of the murder of a man named Vince Lorimer.
Mona Gale
You come to prove to me you can read?
Barry Craig
And also to see the exhibit.
Mona Gale
Another time when we're open.
Barry Craig
Your clothes.
Mona Gale
For safety repairs. The building department found 14 violations.
Barry Craig
Oh, come again? Wait. I want in.
Mona Gale
You say that like a cup.
Barry Craig
Invite us in. Having fun, Laura? It's Gruesome Nigger and Luke Gray in the Hussey. Dillinger bleeding all over Chicago sidewalk. Why, baby, you're holding hands.
Mona Gale
I got affectionate and morbid surroundings. The Vince Lorimer murder's the last one in the row. Right after Bluebeard. It is.
Barry Craig
Some light on the subject, please.
Mona Gale
I got no lights to switch on. The power battery's disconnected. Another order of the almighty building department. Here, you can use this flashlight.
Barry Craig
Thanks. Hey, quite a likeness, Barry.
Mona Gale
The victim does look like Vince Lorimer.
Barry Craig
Like Lorimer posed for it. Even the clothes.
Mona Gale
The pinstripe suit and holding a cage with the parrot still in it the.
Barry Craig
Minutes before the actual murder. The scene's supposed to be Miss. Or is it madam?
Mona Gale
It's Dolly. Dolly Flanders.
Barry Craig
Dolly. The hooded killer holding the gun. Why the hood?
Mona Gale
I don't get your question.
Barry Craig
Is there a head, a face under the hood?
Mona Gale
Yes, I guess there is.
Barry Craig
Model. How?
Mona Gale
How?
Barry Craig
In the likeness of the killer.
Mona Gale
I mean, in the likeness. How could that be?
Barry Craig
That's a question I'm saving for later. First, suppose you raise the hood. Get in there and raise it. Dolly.
Narrator/Announcer
Don't raise it. Dolly.
Mona Gale
Dolly.
Barry Craig
Voices jump you all the time in my business, Mona. You take it calmly.
Narrator/Announcer
Freeze as you are. Dolly. Craig.
Barry Craig
Yeah?
Narrator/Announcer
Drop that flashlight. Try beaming it at me and. Okay. Stubborn.
Mona Gale
Sorry he shot you.
Barry Craig
No bullseye on the flashlight. My wrist dead from the concussion.
Narrator/Announcer
Get flat on the ground, face down. Craig. And your lady friend. Be smart, Craig. From where I am, you're a clay pigeon.
Barry Craig
Get down, Mona. Horizontal In a wax museum. Include that in the piece you're writing.
Mona Gale
I'll even include it on my headstone.
Narrator/Announcer
You darling.
Mona Gale
What?
Narrator/Announcer
This box of matches. Pick it up. Now this newspaper. Roll the newspaper into a torch and light it.
Mona Gale
You slick. What shall I do now?
Narrator/Announcer
A wax figure holding the gun. Stick the torch under the hood and hold it there. Let's see how fast it melts.
Barry Craig
With the figure melted down my gun happy friend took one last precaution.
Narrator/Announcer
I hate working over a guy when he's down.
Barry Craig
But you will.
Narrator/Announcer
So you'll stay put while I leave.
Barry Craig
A bomb burst in my head, set off a chain reaction. The last thing I heard before being blown to bits was Mona screaming. I came around a long night and a hundred years later I came around. There was a face looking down on me. Pretty, with red hair, red eyes. Red eyes from crying Crying over me, Barry. And music. Bird. Music. The music, Mona.
Mona Gale
It's a yellow canary singing. You're in Dolly Flanders office.
Barry Craig
Dolly Flanders.
Mona Gale
Dolly, I'm not responsible for what happened out there.
Barry Craig
Who was he?
Mona Gale
I don't know any more than you do, Doc.
Barry Craig
Like it was he didn't want me to see the face under the hood.
Mona Gale
Because it was his own face. Barry, he's the man who murdered Vince Larimer.
Barry Craig
Yeah, the obvious conclusion. Maybe even too obvious. Dolly.
Mona Gale
What?
Barry Craig
How come a wax exhibit here dramatizes the murder that happened only yesterday?
Mona Gale
You tell me.
Barry Craig
Don't you order your own exhibits?
Mona Gale
No, I take what's shipped to me on a rental basis. So much a season.
Barry Craig
Shipped to you by whom?
Mona Gale
Mr. Scala. Fernando scholar, wax sculptor.
Barry Craig
Where do I find Scala?
Mona Gale
He's got a studio in Havemeyer Flats near the railroad yard. Number 179. You through? Say, Degreeing me?
Barry Craig
No. How come you or woman run this kind of a business? Your husband. Isn't he with you?
Mona Gale
How'd you know I had a husband?
Barry Craig
The silver wedding ring on your finger.
Mona Gale
Oh, well. Coming back to your first question about me and this business.
Barry Craig
Yes?
Mona Gale
I won't be in it anymore after today.
Barry Craig
Why not?
Mona Gale
I just sold it as is. Lock, stock and barrel.
Barry Craig
Who to?
Mona Gale
Do I have to answer that too?
Barry Craig
Not if it's a secret.
Mona Gale
It's no secret. Here's my copy of the bill of sale.
Barry Craig
Know ye by these presents that Howard Crump purchaser has this day for the.
Mona Gale
Sum of Mr. Howard Crump. Thinks he's going to coin a mint run in this museum as it should be run.
Barry Craig
Oh, he says floaty tournaments. He'll start to dress that yellow canary of yours. You ever let it out of its cage?
Mona Gale
Why should I do a fool thing like that?
Barry Craig
Hippo. Expecting visitors? Dolly Crump.
Mona Gale
He haunts the place. But see, I don't card nothing away now that he's bought the place. Come in. Crump.
Narrator/Announcer
Dolly.
Barry Craig
Oh, excuse me.
Mona Gale
This is Mr. Craig. With him is Ms. Gale.
Barry Craig
How'd he do? Congratulations on your purchase, Mr. Crump. Oh, you know. Yeah, Dolly was telling us. Dolly said you're convinced there's a profit in murder. Oh, that's a curious way to put it. Then you put it.
Narrator/Announcer
Yes, I believe a wax museum can be run profitably.
Barry Craig
With, of course, judicious management and promotion.
Narrator/Announcer
The underlying principle, Mr. Craig, in any business.
Barry Craig
Cut my aching head, Crunch. The head I'm taking out of here is already twice the size I came in with. Coming, Mona? Outside the wax museum in a drugstore while Mona calmed her fevered nerves with a double coat. I got the cracks in my skin dull, glued and an iodine pomade where it lumps. After that I telephone police headquarters. Hello, Lieutenant Trav Rogers. Never mind paging him, buster. A message will do from Barry Craig. Tell him to check Prince Lorimer's fingerprints with police files. Prado. Uh, they're asking more questions than I've got. Answers like Dolly had said. The Havemeyer Flat Studio. A Fernando Scholar, wax sculptor specializing in murder. Overlooked the railroad yard bite sized guy. Scholar With a mouth of a mustache and the look of a fox. With those trains. How can you concentrate on your wax modeling, Scholar?
Narrator/Announcer
Even better with the trains. Mr. Craig, I am filled with a wild river.
Barry Craig
Bear me the poetry then.
Narrator/Announcer
For the lady.
Barry Craig
Bear her the poetry too. All right.
Narrator/Announcer
I say only what you want me to say.
Barry Craig
No wonder. Where do you keep your crystal ball? Crystal ball? You identified the man who murdered Vince Laramont.
Narrator/Announcer
I identified him.
Barry Craig
Murder?
Narrator/Announcer
You are joking.
Barry Craig
You model the victim and you model the killer.
Narrator/Announcer
Oh, but you are surely mistaken.
Barry Craig
Am I surely mistaken?
Narrator/Announcer
I modeled the victim. Yes, from the newspaper pictures and from the imagination also. But the killer, him I did not matter.
Barry Craig
You didn't, huh?
Narrator/Announcer
Oh, just a head with no face. A head I cover up with a hood because I cannot know the face.
Barry Craig
Who telephoned you in advance of my coming, Scholar? Prime you on how to answer me.
Narrator/Announcer
Telephone me. But I swear.
Barry Craig
Was it Dolly Flanders maybe?
Narrator/Announcer
Dolly Flanders, the owner of the museum?
Barry Craig
Dolly Flanders, the ex owner of the museum.
Narrator/Announcer
Oh no, she did not telephone to me. Now this interview is over.
Barry Craig
I'm to scram and take Mona.
Narrator/Announcer
My apologies for it, but I have so much work.
Barry Craig
You're a shrewd customer, scholar.
Narrator/Announcer
Thank you Mr. Craig, for the great compliment. There are no, how you say? Flies on you either. Oh, excuse me.
Barry Craig
He's told all he's going to Mona. So let's go.
Mona Gale
Isn't there some way of compelling the truth?
Barry Craig
Yeah. Wait. It's a butte, but I don't think he could stand watching it.
Narrator/Announcer
Mr. Craig.
Barry Craig
What?
Narrator/Announcer
This is telephone call. It is for you.
Barry Craig
Nice job of acting mystified, scholar over a pre arranged deal. Give me the phone. Hello, Craig? You know it's Craig.
Narrator/Announcer
Guess who this is?
Barry Craig
The guy I've got a date with. That's for sure.
Narrator/Announcer
If you live, I won't just shoot a flashlight out of your hand the.
Barry Craig
Next time through talking about.
Narrator/Announcer
I'm on your tail, Craig. Every minute. I followed you to Dolly's and I followed you to Scala's. You better stop chasing around asking people questions, Craig. You better stop or else.
Barry Craig
The case began to wrap itself up with a valuable assist credited to the good lieutenant Trav Rogers. The return message for me left with Jake. The elevator op in my office building suggested that I leave travel in the Marble Lawn Cemetery.
Mona Gale
But why meet in the cemetery?
Barry Craig
A favorite long lost Aunt Rogers wants me to help dig her up. Oh, touchy. Hey, touchy. Trav. Trav, where are you?
Narrator/Announcer
Craig, I'm over here. The first footp.
Barry Craig
Greetings, ghoul. What do you hear from the beyond? Read that tombstone in front of you. In memory of Sam Tracy. Born 1910, died 1945. His loving wife, Dolly.
Mona Gale
Dolly. Barry. Dolly.
Barry Craig
Don't get into the lieutenant's act, beautiful. It's his show. Let him have the fun.
Narrator/Announcer
But not here. Somewhere over a hot cup of coffee, that headstone Red Sam Tracy died in 1945. He also died in 1951.
Mona Gale
The same man died twice.
Barry Craig
What Rogers is saying, Mona, is that our Vince Lorimer was also named Sam Tracy once.
Narrator/Announcer
Rogers, we checked Lorimer Singer Prince's police.
Barry Craig
Files as per your request.
Narrator/Announcer
Larimer's prints correspond to the prints we have of a Sam Tracy. A one time thief cracker.
Mona Gale
But there is a Sam Tracy now buried in the Marble on cemetery.
Barry Craig
Mona's yet gonna convert from reporter to detective. No, beautiful. Whoever's buried in Marble Lawn is a ringer. Someone buried as Tracy as a trick to free the real Sam Tracy. Eddis. The late Vince Solomon. That was my guess too, Barry. Great minds run on the same channel. Who said that? What was the original Sam Tracy?
Narrator/Announcer
Trying to escape from a safe robbery in 1945.
Barry Craig
Tracy made off with a cash haul.
Narrator/Announcer
Of $100,000 belonging to a stockbroker broker named Rufus Scott. The police gave up when Tracy the the phony Tracy's it turns out now died.
Barry Craig
Died how?
Narrator/Announcer
In a roaming house fire while hiding out.
Barry Craig
And the hundredth G went up in smoke. So the police thought.
Narrator/Announcer
I mean, as did the insurance detective in the case.
Barry Craig
Insurance detective?
Narrator/Announcer
A certain Sandy Dowell. An eager beaver in his day. Dow chased Tracy all over North America before the fire burned him out of the case and into retirement. Well, you got something you can contribute, Crane?
Barry Craig
This Sam Tracy, alias the late Vince Larimer, was the husband of Dolly the ex owner of the Starbright Park Museum of Murder.
Narrator/Announcer
I read the tombstone too, genius. Besides, it's a matter of record that Dolly Tracy posed as the widow in the phony burial of her so called husband in 1945.
Barry Craig
I guess Dolly to be the very late Lorimer's widow.
Narrator/Announcer
This morning by divination.
Barry Craig
By a silver wedding ring on her finger. An exact replica of the one you found on the cross.
Narrator/Announcer
Well, we know a lot and we know nothing. Tracy got away clean with $100,000.
Barry Craig
Even got out of the country.
Narrator/Announcer
Why then did he come back posing as a Vince Larimer?
Barry Craig
Why take that risk and get murdered?
Mona Gale
And who released the parrot? And why?
Narrator/Announcer
Frankly, Mona, I don't know if that's really significant.
Barry Craig
Bet on it. It is, Rogers. It's the key to our killer. All right. Where would the key fit? Seabroke? Clark? I'd say Trav. Yes. Suppose I call the moon. Can you bear it if it catches a murderer? Spoken like a good cop. With Trav swallowing his pride Enough to backstop me, I storm the museum of murder. Garrett, you close that door. Crump, quick.
Narrator/Announcer
You, the emergent.
Barry Craig
Urgent. There's a rifle. Happy wild man tagging after me. Where's Dolly? Packed up and gone. I've taken possession. Uh oh, that's my rifleman. Don't open that door.
Narrator/Announcer
Where are you going?
Barry Craig
To your office. Telephone for help.
Narrator/Announcer
Now look, Craig, I can't get involved in your affairs. Craig.
Barry Craig
Hello? Hello? Dead now. The line went dead. Someone cut your wires, Crump.
Narrator/Announcer
Craig, you can't stay here. I'm running a business now. The headquarters are dead. No, but my rifle.
Barry Craig
Happy friend. Finding the rain. Craig, it out of here.
Narrator/Announcer
Healthy murder. That's not my concern. I insist you go. You want me to walk out at a certain death? It's certain death anyhow. Staying in here, cooped up in here. It's cornered, Craig. I've been killed too. The next bullet might get me.
Barry Craig
You're raving. Cry.
Narrator/Announcer
You stay here. The room is at this type.
Barry Craig
Miller, green Crumple. As if you're suffocating.
Narrator/Announcer
Suffocating?
Mona Gale
Yes, I am.
Narrator/Announcer
The room's close.
Barry Craig
Stifling close and stifling. Like a cage.
Narrator/Announcer
Yes.
Barry Craig
And you hate cages, don't you, Crump? That's why you let parrots out of cages. You can't stand seeing anything. Cage.
Narrator/Announcer
No, no, no, I can't.
Barry Craig
Even the yellow canary. Dolly's yellow canary. The cage is here, but the canary's gone. You emptied that cage too, eh, Crump?
Narrator/Announcer
Yes, yes, I can breathe. I'm covergating.
Barry Craig
Trav and I swept post mortems. And Tony, while Mona took notes. Claustrophobia. The fear of confinement. Crump couldn't stand anything in cases. Or being caged or cornered himself like I made him Feel in his office. It even showed in his clothes. Baggy suits. Size is too big. Shirt open at the neck, no necktie.
Narrator/Announcer
His clothes gave you the hunch on him.
Barry Craig
That and the bill of sale. Dolly showed me how. So Trump paid $40,000 for the Museum of Murder. $40,000 for a worthless business.
Narrator/Announcer
Blackmail.
Barry Craig
It had to be. Dolly knew it was Crump who'd murdered her husband on the dock. He devised a cute way to make Crump pay off.
Narrator/Announcer
But why would Crump mur.
Barry Craig
Wait, wait.
Narrator/Announcer
I think I know. Crump is really Rufus Scott. The stockbroker. Sam Tracy Robb six years ago, was.
Barry Craig
Hired to rob by arrangement. My bet is that Crump invited Tracy to come tap his safe. I'll buy that. Sure. The Scott firm was on the verge.
Narrator/Announcer
Of bankruptcy before that robbery. And then Tracy never got to keep the stolen $100,000.
Barry Craig
He was just the two. The Patrick Lucky to escape with his life. That's why he skipped the country. But Craig.
Narrator/Announcer
But who staged the rooming house fire and the burial of a bogus Sam Tracy?
Barry Craig
Somebody who wanted to permanently shut off police interest in Sam Tracy and in the hundred g. The men say you were supposed to be Rogers when you stalked me in the museum of murder and helped pull Crump apart at the scene.
Narrator/Announcer
Aha. The beneficiary of the $100,000 was the.
Barry Craig
Thug who worked over you.
Narrator/Announcer
Eh?
Barry Craig
A thug who could only be one guy, Trav. Your retired insurance dick, Sandy Dowell. Sandy Dowell? A guy I've got a date with before you have on a. Craig, don't be vindictive. Don't you be casual Trav. About my head before you put the cuffs on Dowell. I'm handing him his cuffs, and that's for sure.
Mona Gale
And before you two stalwarts of the law really go at it in earnest, will you tell me if I've got it down correctly?
Barry Craig
Uh, some other time. We're going to a huddle over your note. Just one footnote to murder. Dolly ordered that wax exhibit from Scala and invited me to come see it. It was her way of forcing Clump to come across by her museum. The m. Almost all it needs now is the clinch.
Mona Gale
The clinch, Barry.
Barry Craig
Yeah. To keep your storyline straight. Page one. Boy meets girl. And Paige boy guess girl. Oh, Trav. What the moose, huh? But all of a sudden, Mona's got that certain primitive look in her educated eye. Oh, excuse me for being dense.
Mona Gale
Yeah, scram, Lieutenant. Please do not louse Craig up with the press.
Barry Craig
Good night, folks. See you next week. Foreign.
Narrator/Announcer
You have been listening to William Gargan in another exciting transcribed mystery drama from the adventures of Barry Craig, confidential investigator.
Barry Craig
Tonight's story, murder in Wax, was written by John Robert. Next week, it's the strange story of the naughty necklace, about which Barry Craig has this to say. Next week I'll tell you how I was hired to buy a string of pearls which was almost woven into a noose to hang me with. See you next week, folks. Featured in the role of Mona was Joan Alexander.
Narrator/Announcer
Barry Craig, starring William Goggins, was under the direction of Hyman Brown.
Barry Craig
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Harold’s Old Time Radio | October 23, 2025
Episode Date: November 21, 1951 (original airdate)
Host: Harold’s Old Time Radio (curated rebroadcast)
This episode revives the classic detective tale "Murder in Wax" from Barrie Craig, Confidential Investigator, a radio drama from the golden age. In this story, private eye Barry Craig becomes involved in a bizarre murder case where a murdered man is quickly immortalized in wax for a grisly amusement park exhibit. A peculiar parrot, an ambitious reporter, and dark secrets tied to wax figures send Craig deep into a layered mystery of mistaken identity, blackmail, and long-buried crimes.
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“One kind of free lodging that leaves everyone cold, folks, is when it’s yours. By courtesy of the city morgue.”
— Barry Craig (00:11)
“The padlock didn’t break off. It was broken off deliberately.”
— Barry Craig (05:43)
“How could a wax exhibit already be set up… less than 24 hours after the murder happened?”
— Barry Craig (07:41)
“You hate cages, don’t you, Crump? That’s why you let parrots out of cages. You can’t stand seeing anything caged.”
— Barry Craig (23:30)
“Our Vince Lorimer was also named Sam Tracy once.”
— Trav Rogers (20:03)
“Just one footnote to murder. Dolly ordered that wax exhibit… It was her way of forcing Crump to buy her museum.”
— Barry Craig (26:03)
The episode is packed with classic hard-boiled detective wit, zippy repartee, and atmospheric tension. Barry Craig’s inner monologue is sardonic and sharp, Mona is spirited and smart, and the supporting characters are gloriously shady. The story builds the layers of the mystery briskly, revealing clues and misdirections with a flair for melodrama and old-time radio suspense.
You can jump in and follow the entire plot from this summary without the need to listen to the episode—every twist, clue, and character motivation is here. If you love vintage detective tales with clever twists, sly humor, and that classic radio flavor, this episode is a stellar example from the era: a murder, a parrot, wax figures, and an ending with both justice and a faint brush of romance.