
Rogues Gallery 45-11-08 018 Little Drops Of Rain
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Interviewer
What do you think makes the perfect snack?
Snack Enthusiast
Hmm, it's gotta be when I'm really craving it and it's convenient.
Interviewer
Could you be more specific?
Snack Enthusiast
When it's cravenient.
Narrator/Commentator
Okay.
Snack Enthusiast
Like a freshly baked cookie made with real butter, available right down the street at a.m. p.m. Or a savory breakfast sandwich I can grab in just a second at a.m. p.m.
Interviewer
I'm seeing a pattern here.
Snack Enthusiast
Well, yeah, we're talking about what I.
Interviewer
Crave, which is anything from AM pm.
Snack Enthusiast
What more could you want?
AM PM Announcer
Stop by AM PM where the snacks and drinks are perfectly craveable and convenient. That's cravenience. A.m. p.m. Too much good stuff.
Jim Doyle
The F.W. fitch Company presents Dick Powell as private detective Richard Rogue in Rogues Gallery.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Rogue speaking. Well, tonight you're going to meet some charming people and you're going to run into a little bit of very fancy murder. The name of the story is Little Drops of Rain. But before we get into our story, here's Jim Doyle, the man from the Fitch company.
Jim Doyle
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Clarence Roman
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Jim Doyle
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Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Thank you, Jim. And now I'd like to tell my story.
Jim Doyle
Okay, here's Dick Powell as private detective Richard Rogue in another personally conducted tour through Rogues Gallery.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, I'm still confined to my little cranked up downy couch in the hospital, but not as still as I was last week, I am now allowed to get up and totter around a little. And I use the word totter advisedly. My legs act like strangers who have different political beliefs. And my knees have suddenly developed sideway hinges. But my nurses, Ah, my nurses. Yes, they're beautiful and tender and resistant. And speaking of nurses, Nurses are girls, and girls are my favorite pastime. And that brings me up to the girl who has done the most to confuse my life. Liza. The girl I was so sincerely in love with a couple of months ago. Liza was in to see me. She just left. And we were talking about the time when I showed up at her apartment for a date. It was raining out and I was sitting at the piano doodling around a little bit.
Liza
I don't want to go to a nightclub tonight, Richard. I'm too tired. Let's just go to a show, shall we?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Anything you say, baby. That's the kind of guy I am.
Liza
I want to see two girls and a sailor. It's playing at the Rialto.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
June Allison's in that, isn't she? Mm. Uh huh. That's for me.
Liza
Then you think so?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Definitely.
Liza
You think she's prettier than I am?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, you're not in pictures, angel.
Liza
Do you think she's prettier than I am?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, you're a different type.
Liza
Are you going to answer me?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, you're jealous. How can you be jealous of a girl I don't even know? Give me a kiss. No. Oh, but baby, I don't love you. I love you like anything, Jeff. All right, all right. All right, Pop. Then I don't care. June is busting out all over all over the meadow and the hill Bus are busting out of bushes and the robin river pushes every little wheel that wheels beside a mill June is busting out all over the feeling is getting so intense that the young Virginia creepers have been hugging the bejeepers out of all the morning glories on the fence because it's June. June, June, June.
Liza
You're insufferable, Richard Rogue.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, now quit partying. Come on over here on the bench by me.
Liza
Are we going to a show or not?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Sure. Get your lipstick on again and we'll see. What? Oh, I'll get it.
Liza
No, I'll answer. It's probably George.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, George. Well, I'll tell him that. Who? Homewrecker. Hello? Mr. Rogue there? Speaking. This is your call service, Mr. Rogue. We got a call for you. Oh. Oh, who is it? Mrs. Harvey Burgess. Says it's very important. Okay, put her on. Right.
Liza
Oh, put her on. Who is sh.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Hello?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Richard Rogue? Speaking.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
This is Mrs. Harvey Burgess.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Yes?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I must see you at once, Mr. Rogue.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, well, anytime tomorrow, Mrs.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I'll see you tonight. Immediately. It is most important.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, can't you tell me about it over the phone?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Oh, no. Could you come to my house at once?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
What's the address?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
485 Hillcrest. You'll be well paid for your time. Please hurry.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
I'll be right out, Mrs. Burgess. Wait for me. I'll be right back, honey. Go on.
Liza
Go on out to see Mrs. Burgess. Don't mind me, Dick Tracy.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, what could I do? Mrs. Harvey Burgess was the wife of a tycoon with a dollar for every Democrat in Georgia. I tried to explain to Liza, but I was talking to myself and I left for the Burgess residence. I left liza burning like Mrs. O' Leary's barn. The Burgess mansion was a huge colonial affair. George Washington could have slept there every night he was at Valley Forge and never seen the same room twice. A butler who talked like he was choking to death on an olive pit conducted me into the library and into the presence of Mrs. Harvey Burgess. Oh, my, what a presence. She was sitting in front of the open fire, filling out a hostess gown that didn't straighten out any of the curves she featured. I pulled my eyes back into my head and tried not to look too interested.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Sit down, Mr. Rogue.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, thank you. I. I'm in a bit of a hurry tonight, Mrs. Burgess. As a matter of fact, I have, Mr.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Rogue. My husband is making a fool of himself. Yes, he's lost his mind completely over a secretary in his office. His secretary? A girl by the name of Helen Stark.
Clarence Roman
You.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You mean that.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Yes. I mean he prefers her company to mine.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, that doesn't sound reasonable, if you'll pardon me for saying so. What do you want me to do?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Somebody has to bring Harvey back to his senses, Mr. Rogue.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, I'm afraid you've called in the wrong man. I'm not very good at long, fatherly talks.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Mr. Rogue, please. I'm so alone.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Hey, hey, now, wait a minute. Good grief. You mean to tell me that Harvey is neglecting you? What you need to straighten Harvey out is a psychiatrist, not a detective. Harvey is definitely off his trolley.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Please help me, Mr. Rose.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
No, no, no, Mrs. Burgess.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
She's with her right this minute.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
How do you know?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
When he left the house tonight, I followed him. He went to the home of his best friend, Clarence Roman. I parked across the street. I was Going in and faced them. But I saw Mr. Roman leave, and I lost my nerve. That's when I called you. Oh, Mr. Rogue, I want you to go out there and talk to Harvey. Tell him I know all about him and that Stark girl, and I'm suing him for divorce.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, that's not my kind of work, Mrs. Burgess. I'm sorry. Please.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I don't want to divorce Harvey, but I do want him back. And I'm sure that if you will do as I say, he'll come back. You must do it for me, Mr. Rogue. Here. Oh, where is it? I had $500 here in an envelope.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You did? Wait a minute. Here, let me see. Oh. Oh, is this it?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Yes. That's your fee for going out there with me, Mr. Rogan, trying to bring Harvey back to his senses. You'll do it for me, won't you, Mr. Rogue?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, I.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
You'll do it for me, won't you, Mr.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Rogue?
Mr. Stark
Okay.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Come along. All right. Well, it seems there's nobody home.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
There's my husband's convertible out in front. Right where he left it tonight when I followed him out here.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
How did the girl arrive?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
In her car. Oh, her car isn't here. It was right behind Harvey's.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Looks like we got here too late, doesn't it?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Try the door. I know Harvey's still here, all right.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You're an old friend of Roman's, I suppose? Yes.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Why?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
I just want to know before I try to open the door. You see, there are laws against that sort of thing. Door's unlocked. Do we go in?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Yes.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Okay. After you. You know the house better than I do. Go ahead.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
All right. The living room is over here.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Nobody home. Look, Mrs. Burgess, we better get out of here.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
No. I know Harvey's in this house someplace, and I'm going to find him. I can. What are you sniffing for?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Wait a minute. That smell in the air. You get it?
Narrator/Commentator
What?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I don't smell anything.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You don't? I smell chloroform.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Chloroform.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Now, you take a look upstairs. I'm gonna shake down the first floor. That smell of chloroform can mean trouble, you know, Mr. Roque.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
What do you mean? You're frightening me.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Mrs. Burgess was very fetching when she was frightened, but I calmed her down a little bit. Now, this may sound fantastic, but I've got a little bell in my head that rings an alarm every time I really get around serious trouble. And it was playing a tune that sounded too much like a death march. Right that minute I had to get her out of the way. She finally went upstairs and I went to work. I took the living room first and looked behind all the couches and in all the dark corners. I was bending over, looking under a huge Italian carved table when I thought I heard a stealthy footstep behind me. Don't move.
Narrator/Commentator
Oh.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh. My ears were still full of that ringing scream Mrs. Burgess had let out as I caught that sock behind the ear and drifted gently through space toward cloud number eight and my alter ego, Yugor. I was hoping he wouldn't be there, but he was sitting there with that silly smirk on his face with his little short legs pulled up under his chin and his funny little arms around him and his long white beard waving the cosmic breeze.
Narrator/Commentator
Hello, Richard. Welcome home.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, shut up.
Narrator/Commentator
That's a fine attitude. You go prowling around a strange house and get quite caught at it and knocked out. Then you come up here and take it out on me. Get out of here, you ingrate.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, stop acting like a landlord. Yugor, what happened to me?
Narrator/Commentator
Are you kidding?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Tell me. Why did Mrs. Burgess scream? Answer me, Yogar. Do you know why she screamed? Sure. You wanted to tell me?
Narrator/Commentator
No. Find out for yourself. You're a detective.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, someday I'm going to get rid of you, you little pest.
Narrator/Commentator
Why don't you get back to work? You got a date with Liza. You know she's still waiting.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Yeah, that's right. Well, here goes.
Clarence Roman
Come on, Rogue.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Please.
Clarence Roman
Come on.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
You didn't have to hit him so hard, Clarence.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, who hit me?
Clarence Roman
I'm Clarence Roman, Rogue. I came home. I found the front door unlocked. I walked in, I saw a strange man prowling around my parlor. A woman screamed, and I hit you with my cane.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, what do you carry for a cane? A ball bat? Why did you scream, Mrs. Burgess?
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I found my husband upstairs.
Narrator/Commentator
He's dead. Murdered.
Jim Doyle
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Interviewer
What do you think makes the perfect snack?
Snack Enthusiast
Hmm. It's gotta be when I'm really craving it and it's convenient.
Interviewer
Could you be more specific?
Snack Enthusiast
When it's cravinient.
Narrator/Commentator
Okay.
Snack Enthusiast
Like a freshly baked cookie made with real butter, available right down the street at a.m. p.m. Or a savory breakfast sandwich I can grab in just a second at a.m. p.m.
Interviewer
I'm seeing a pattern here.
Snack Enthusiast
Well, yeah, we're talking about what I.
Interviewer
Crave, which is anything from AM PM.
Snack Enthusiast
What more could you want?
AM PM Announcer
Stop by AM PM where the snacks and drinks are perfectly craveable and convenient. That's cravenience ampm. Too much good stuff and brittle.
Jim Doyle
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Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, I had accepted a case for Mrs. Harvey Burgess, a suspicious wife. Yes, that's the Mrs. Harvey Burgess of the Burgess millions. She suspected her husband of having a rendezvous with Helen Stark, his secretary at the home of Clarence Roman Burgess best friend. And we went out there together. Nobody answered the door, so we went in. My suspicions were aroused when I smelled the unmistakable odor of chloroform. Mrs. Burgess was looking around upstairs while I searched the downstairs. Suddenly I heard Mrs. Burgess scream.
Narrator/Commentator
My husband upstairs. He's dead. Murdered.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, that snapped me out of it. I got to my feet and ran up the stairs. Mrs. Burgess and Roman were right behind me. And she directed me into the library, which was just off the main hall. And there he was, as dead as last summer's romance, with a neat little blue hole right below the part in his hair. He was a nice looking old guy, about 50, which made him a good 25 years older than his wife. And his widow was really taking his death big, which was natural. A woman doesn't have a husband murdered every day.
Clarence Roman
Poor Harvey. This is horrible.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Has anything in this room been moved or touched?
Clarence Roman
Well, I just arrived Home.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I looked in here and saw Harvey. I knew he was dead. I screamed.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Yes, yes, I heard you. Then you ran right downstairs.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Yes. I saw Mr. Roman hit you and I ran down to tell him who you were.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
That's a little late. Okay. Just don't touch anything. Stay right there in the door, both of you.
Clarence Roman
Just who are you to be giving us orders?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You'll find out. Ever see this gun before? Yes. Where?
Clarence Roman
It was Harvey's. He kept it in his desk at the office.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Well, you recognize it mighty quickly. How?
Clarence Roman
It has his initials on it. I can see them from here, inset.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
In the butt of the gun. Oh, his gun, huh? Yeah. Well, it wasn't suicide. Not with a gun. Clear over here on the opposite side of the room. This is murder.
Clarence Roman
Hey, what's the matter?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
This ought to do it.
Clarence Roman
What is it?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
It's a handkerchief. A very nice linen handkerchief with initials in the corner and blood on it.
Clarence Roman
What initials?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
H.S.
Narrator/Commentator
Helen Stark. That's her handkerchief. She killed Harvey. She killed my Harvey.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Is there a phone upstairs here? Yes.
Clarence Roman
You'll find an extension in the hall.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Thanks. Come on out of this room. I don't want anything touched or moved.
Clarence Roman
Now, now, dear, please.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You two wait for me downstairs. I'll be down just a minute. Soon as I call the homicide. Urban speaking. Hello, Urban? Bridger. Rogue? Yeah. Who's dead? Harvey Burgess. Wise guy. You mean it? You mixed up in another murder, Rogie? Sure. You'd never find a body if it wasn't for me. Where are you? At the residence of Clarence Roman on Cypress Avenue. 2120. Better get the boys and get out here. Be right there. Got any leads on the killer? A couple of vague ideas. Stay there until I get there. Rogue. Hello? Oh, hello, Liza, Dolly. This is Roggy.
Liza
Oh, you know what time it is?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, sure, honey.
Liza
I'll give you 10 minutes to get back here and take me to that show.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
What? Oh, look. Roman. Roman, the cops will be here in a minute.
Jim Doyle
Tell Urban.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
That's Lieutenant Urban. He'll be in charge for the police that I'll be right back. Will you tell him I went out to get a murderess for him?
Clarence Roman
Of course. And I hope you manage to catch her.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Rogue. Yes? Good evening. Is Helen Stark at home?
Mr. Stark
I. I beg your pardon. I'm. I'm a bit deaf. I. I couldn't hear you.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh. I said, is Helen Stark at home?
Mr. Stark
Oh. Oh, Helen. No, no, she isn't home this evening.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Has she been home? I say, has she been home in the last hour?
Mr. Stark
No, no, she hasn't. I don't know what time to expect her either. But I imagine she'll be home soon, though.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
You know where she is?
Mr. Stark
Well, she didn't come home from the office tonight. She's working late.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, she called you and told you she wouldn't be home?
Mr. Stark
Yes, yes, she said she was going to work with Mr. Burgess. That's her boss, you know, the millionaire.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Yes. Well, thank you.
Mr. Stark
Could I. Could I tell her who called?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
No, no, no. That won't be necessary. Thanks. Thanks very much. Mr. Stark, I. Oh, you and Helen live here all alone?
Mr. Stark
Yes, yes, since her mother died several years ago. Are you an old friend of Helen's?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
No, a very recent acquaintance. I'm sorry I bothered you, Mr. Stark. Good night.
Mr. Stark
Good evening. Nice out after the rain, isn't it?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Yeah, sure is. Good night.
Mr. Stark
Good night.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, that nice little old guy. It was going to be tough for him to realize that his daughter was a killer. I hated the world. As I walked down the steps from that porch and started for my car, I. Oh, I don't like murder. It upsets so many people who aren't involved in the act or the reasons for it. Yeah, I guess I'm a chicken hearted patsy, but if I am, I'm glad. Anyway, I was walking down the walk when that little bell rang in my massive intellect again. I noticed something. Something peculiar. There were tire tracks running into the stock garage. It had only stopped raining about 45 minutes before. And if that car had been driven into the garage while it was still raining, there would be no tracks. They would have been washed away now. Very peculiar. I ran up the driveway and opened the overhead garage door. Then I jumped back. The garage was full of carbon monoxide. I wet my handkerchief in a puddle of rainwater, held it over my nose and ran into the garage. I wrestled the door of the small coop open and saw a young girl unconscious, slumped over the steering wheel. I pulled her out of there, she was dead weight and carried her into the house.
Mr. Stark
Oh, Helen.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Helen. I'm afraid it's a little late for that, Mr. Stark. Where's your telephone?
Mr. Stark
In the hall. Right in the hall.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Thanks. I get a pole. Motor squad out here right away. Fire department. Get a pole. Motor squad to 640 Inglewood Dr. Attempted suicide.
Jim Doyle
Bad shape.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Russian. Right. Raymond Ramsey. Reading Roman. Roman. Clarence, you're now. Hello. Lieutenant Urban, please. This is Richard Rogue and it's important. This is Urban speaking. Rogue, I thought I told you to stay here. Look, never mind the argument. Get out here to 640- Inglewood. Drive. I've got Helen Stark for you. You have nice work. I want to talk to that young lady. Well, you missed the boat. I think she's dead. Suicide? Carbon monoxide poisoning. Step on it. Okay, I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't go away. I gave Helen Stark my own interpretation of artificial respiration until the pull motor squad got there. Urban arrived on the heels of the fire department and we went out and looked around in the garage. Made some fascinating discoveries, too. The car had run out of gas and stopped turning over, for one thing. And one thing led to another, to coin a phrase. Anyway, Urban and I made a little deal. I went back to the Roman residence, and while he and his boys were being scientific, I sat in the parlor and talked with Mrs. Burgess and Clarence Roman. Mrs. Burgess had recovered her poise to some extent. They were both very anxious to know all about my daring capture of the Stark girl.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I'm glad she's dead. I couldn't stand a trial. I'm glad she committed suicide.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Yes, I. I guess it seemed like the only way out. She wasn't very smart about murder, leaving clues all over the place the way she did. Even the cops would have had her in 24 hours. How well did you know the star girl, Roman?
Clarence Roman
Rather well. I'd see her on the office a great deal. Harvey was, well, not very discreet about the fact that he was.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
Farmer, please, Clarence. Harvey's dead. We should forget those things. He was a good husband.
Narrator/Commentator
I. I don't know what life is gonna be like without him.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
I just have an idea that it's going to be pretty simple, Mrs. Burgess, and possibly rather short.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
What do you mean?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
I mean that the police suspected you and Mr. Roman murdered your husband and Ms. Stark.
Clarence Roman
That's a serious accusation. Rogue.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Your husband was suing you for divorce, wasn't he, Mrs. Burgess? He knew you were going to be there with Mr. Orman, his best friend, tonight, so he came and surprised you with Helen Stark for a witness, didn't he? And you, Mr. Roman, you killed him. And then you had to kill Helen Stark to shut her up.
Clarence Roman
This is preposterous.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Ah, sit down, Roman. You were right, Rogie. We found Roman's fingerprints on the steering wheel of Helen Stark's car. One of the boys just got back with a report that Roman's shoe is a perfect fit in that shoe print outside Stark's garage.
Mrs. Harvey Burgess
I had nothing to do with it. Clarence killed Harvey. Any chloroform? That Stark girl in the.
Clarence Roman
You're in this as far as I am.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Shut up. I've got more news for you, Roman. Helen Stark isn't dead. The car ran out of gas just in time. She'll be there to appear against you when you're tried for murder.
Narrator/Commentator
Hello?
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Hello, Liza, honey?
Liza
I don't want to talk to you, Richard Rogue. I'm busy.
Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
Oh, now, honey, the lady says she's busy. Yeah? Who are you? The name is George. Good night, chump. Ah, little drops of rain. The stuff we're getting so much of out here in California right now saved Helen Stark's life. Cause if I hadn't noticed those tire tracks, she would have stayed in the garage until it was too late for the Pull motor squad to save her. Ah, yes, sir. Little drops of rain put the curse on what was almost a perfect double murder. With the help of my massive intellect. There's only one thing I can't understand. How come a guy as smart as I am gets hit on the head so often? Answer me that, will you? This is Dick Powell again, ladies and gentlemen. How did you like our little story tonight? Ray Buffam wrote it. Leith Stevens composed and conducted the music, and D. Engelbach produced and directed. Oh, don't forget to tune in next Thursday night. We're going to present a strange story of a house where everybody was scared. We call it the House of Fear. So make a date with us, will you? Thanks for listening and good night, Hall. Now here's Jim Doyle.
Jim Doyle
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Dick Powell / Richard Rogue
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Clarence Roman
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Podcast: Harold’s Old Time Radio
Episode: Rogues Gallery 45-11-08 (Episode 018: "Little Drops Of Rain")
Air Date: August 20, 2025
Host: Harold’s Old Time Radio featuring Dick Powell as Richard Rogue
This episode transports listeners back to the golden era of radio drama, featuring an episode of Rogues Gallery titled "Little Drops of Rain." Private detective Richard Rogue gets embroiled in an old-fashioned locked-room murder mystery laced with jealousy, deception, and a race against time to save a life. The episode embodies the classic noir tone with quick wit, sharp banter, and a tightly spun whodunit—perfect for mystery lovers and fans of vintage radio drama.
[03:02] Richard Rogue, recently confined to a hospital, reminisces about a visit from Liza, an old flame, setting up his penchant for romantic entanglements.
[04:09] A playful exchange with Liza about jealousy establishes Rogue’s charm and the domestic backdrop before the drama.
[06:10] Rogue receives a call from Mrs. Harvey Burgess, a wealthy socialite convinced her husband is cheating with his secretary, Helen Stark.
[07:14] Rogue describes the grandeur of the Burgess estate and is immediately drawn to Mrs. Burgess’s charisma and desperation.
[08:05] Mrs. Burgess pleads for Rogue’s help, suspecting her husband has a rendezvous with Helen Stark at Clarence Roman’s home.
[10:09] They arrive to find the place seemingly deserted, but Mrs. Burgess insists Harvey’s still inside.
[11:26] Rogue detects the “unmistakable odor of chloroform”—a classic noir signal something is wrong.
[12:27] While investigating, Rogue is struck from behind, and the narrator dramatizes his semi-conscious encounter with his quirky alter ego, Yugor.
[13:34] Awakening, Rogue finds Clarence Roman and Mrs. Burgess hovering; Mrs. Burgess screams as she discovers Harvey’s dead body upstairs—shot in the head.
[17:37] Rogue conducts the preliminary investigation, finding Harvey’s personalized gun away from the body (ruling out suicide) and a blood-stained handkerchief with “H.S.” initials, implicating Helen Stark.
[21:14] Rogue visits Helen’s home, speaking to her elderly, deaf father, who’s unaware of her whereabouts.
[22:41] Rogue notices fresh tire tracks into the garage despite the recent rain, deduces a recent arrival, and finds Helen Stark unconscious from carbon monoxide poisoning—an apparent suicide attempt.
[24:29] After saving Helen, Rogue resumes questioning Mrs. Burgess and Clarence Roman.
[26:49] Rogue accuses Mrs. Burgess and Roman of plotting Harvey’s murder, using Helen as a scapegoat. Evidence mounts with Roman’s fingerprints found in Helen’s car and his shoeprint outside the garage.
Classic wit and banter:
Rogue (to Yugor): “Someday I’m going to get rid of you, you little pest.”
Yugor: “Why don’t you get back to work? You got a date with Liza.” ([13:53])
Comic relief amid tension:
Liza (phone): “I’ll give you ten minutes to get back here and take me to that show!” ([20:31])
Grim reflection:
Rogue: "I don't like murder. It upsets so many people who aren't involved in the act or the reasons for it..." ([22:41])
The script blends hard-boiled detective tropes with playful banter and sharp observational humor. Rogue’s narration is classic noir: self-deprecating, filled with snappy dialogue and cynical asides, but fueled by an earnest quest for justice.
"Little Drops Of Rain" exemplifies why radio drama from the Golden Age remains so compelling—the suspenseful plot, brisk pacing, and colorful characters make for a captivating listen. Rogue’s investigative prowess, coupled with his human flaws and wit, drive the action until the satisfying unraveling of the true culprits. The episode closes with a nod to the perils of intellect ("How come a guy as smart as I am gets hit on the head so often?") and a feeling that justice, at least for now, has been served.
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