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Sorry. She's plenty mad. Well, ain't you going to answer the phone? Hello? Mr. Remington? Yes? Hercules Remington? Yes. Who is this, please? I. I want to return your bag of piano tools to you, Mr. Remington. I. I believe there was a slight mix up. I believe in my haste I picked up your bag instead. But. But how did you find me? I mean. Oh, it was quite simple. There's only one piano tuner with the initials HR In New York City. Well, well, what do you know? You do want your piano tools back, don't you? Mr. Remington, listen to me. I don't think you'd like the idea of not being able to tune any more pianos. What? And I'd like to have my bag returned, of course. As soon as possible. Yes. Tonight. Tonight. At 9:30. Tonight. Meet me at Madison Square Garden. Madison Square Garden. At 9:30 at the 49th street entrance. The door on the far end will be left slightly open. And Please be prompt, Mr. Remington, with my brown bag. You see, it will displease my business partner considerably if he finds I've lost the bag. All right. The 49th street entrance. The door on the far end. Hercules, what's wrong? Well, you're as white as a ghost. I am? You sure are. I guess I should be. That was the little bald headed man with horn rimmed glasses. Uncle Herman, I've just lost $25,000. Uncle Herman went in the living room to read the Sunday paper. I went in the bedroom to tell Martha about the phone call, but she wasn't there. In fact, she wasn't anywhere in the house. She was gone. And I figured that she'd probably gone over to her sister's house. I was so nervous the rest of the afternoon I couldn't eat a thing. I left the house for Madison Square Garden about 9 o'. Clock. From riches to rags in about 24 hours and I was back riding the subway. I walked up 8th Avenue to the Garden. I turned and walked up 49th street to the entrance. And stopped. Sure enough, one of the doors on the far end was open a little. Just as the little man had told me it would be. I slipped in through the open door. It was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. Hello? Hello. Anybody here? Hello? Is there anyone here? What the. I stumbled over something and almost fell. I struck a match and looked down at a body. The body of the little man in horn rimmed glasses. His head was all covered with blood. I stopped to blow out the match. Then something caught my eye. Lying next to his body was my brown bag with the initials HR and next to the bag covered with blood, was my tuning hammer. Autolite is bringing you Mr. Jack Benny in Murder in G Flat. Tonight's production in radio's outstanding theater of thrills. Suspense. Senor Wilcox, why does the Autolite stay full Battery need water like Pepito needs a hole in the head? Well, Pepito, the Autolite stay full needs water only three times a year in normal car use. 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And now Auto Light brings back to our Hollywood sound stage. Mr. Jack Benny in Elliot Lewis's production of Murder in G Flat. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Please, Lieutenant, may I call my wife? I want finish your story first, Mr. Remington. You can call her after that. Oh, all right. Now, you were standing over the body of this man in Madison Square Garden. You Found your tuning hammer next to the body. Yes, yes, my tuning hammer. Let me tell you, Lieutenant, I was scared. Plenty scared. Here I was standing over a dead man in Madison Square Garden, and clutched in my hand was his brown bag containing $25,000. Who would kill them? Who would? But I couldn't stop to think about that now. I had to get out of there and fast and take my bag and hammer lying on the floor with me. I started to reach for my bag when a sound. G flat. Someone had opened up a knife. Whoever it was coming toward me. I blew out the match and waited. Who was in that corridor with me? Was it the business partner of the little man? Was it? I started to move backwards, and then a big black figure loomed up at me. With all my strength, I brought the brown bag swinging up from the floor. I ran until I thought my legs were dropped. My mind was all fogged up now. I couldn't think straight. Who was the guy who just tried to kill me? One thing I knew for sure. I had to get of this money until I could think things out. But where? Where could I get rid of it? I neared the corner of 59th and 8th Avenue and. And then saw it. A bus terminal. Why not a public locker in the. In the bus station? I opened the door and walked in. Scranton, Pittsburgh and Philadelphia. Leaving in 10 minutes? Yes, ma', am, in about 20 minutes. Excuse me, mister. I'd like to have a key for a locker. Just a second. G sharp. What'd you say? Hmm? Oh. Oh, nothing. What do you know? Haven't got an empty one right now. Have to wait a little while. You mean out of all of these hundreds of lockers, you. You haven't got one empty? Well, I'm sorry, mister, but you can see for yourself a lot of servicemen in town over the weekend. Well, how long will it be? 10, 15 minutes, maybe a couple hours. Okay, I'll wait. I'll sit over there. I bought a paper at the newsstand and sat down on one of the benches. I didn't even know what I was reading. I just kept. And then I saw it on page two. A complete account of a robbery that had occurred on Friday night at one of the downtown post offices. Two bandits had escaped with $25,000. In $10 this was. Must have been. But would the police believe a story like that? Of course they wouldn't. I had the money, and it was my tuning hammer there lying next to the body in the garden. I got out of that bus tournament in a hurry and walked up 8th Avenue. Where could I go? The only place I could think of was Coney Island. Coney island and Uncle Herman and his pitch penny could session. It was late, and the the island amusement park was almost deserted. It was cold and close to 11. Uncle Herman was leaning against the side of his concession as I walked up. My nephew. But what are you doing out this way? Uncle Herman, Quick, let's go on back. All right. There ain't no customers anyway. Yeah. What happened, Hercules? Did you give the money back to the man? I went to meet him at the garden, just like he told me. But when I got there and I found him, he was dead. Dead? He'd been beat over the head with my tuning hammer. Why, Hercules. I was just about to grab my hammer and bag and get out of there when someone made a lunge at me in the dark. But I got away. I went to a bus terminal to put the money in a locker. I had to wait. And then I read that the money is stolen. Post office money. Oh, you got yourself in a mess, Nephew. I'm frantic. I don't know what to do. That's why I came here. Well, I'm glad you did, nephew. Glad you did. But what am I gonna do? Best thing would be to go back and get that hammer and bag. Leave the money here. I'll hide it for you. But maybe I ought to go to the police. You can't go to the police with that story. They'd never believe you, Hercules. I know. Bring your bag of. Come with me, nephew. I got a hiding place for that money that no one will ever find. Uncle Herman locked his place up, and then he led me over to the fun house. It was closed now, and the place was all dark, but Uncle Herman had a key. He led me up some stairs to a high ramp that people climb on, you know, to slide down the big chute. He stopped one of them, dear nephew, right under this top chute. We'll just pry one of the boards loose a little and slip the bag with the money underneath. No one in the world will ever look for it. There we are. Now, give me the bag, nephew. Here you are. Uncle Herman. Are you sure that no one will find it here? Absolutely, nephew. You and I are the only ones who know where it is. There's nothing to be afraid of. Now, hand me the bag. Here you are. That's it. Now, let's just check to make sure that. What's the matter, Uncle Herman? Where's the money, nephew? The money? What are you talking about? It's in The. Is this what you call money? Why, this bag's got nothing in it but bundles of torn newspaper. I don't understand. I. Hercules, dear nephew, what did you do with the money? I don't know. It was in there. You saw it yourself when I brought it home. This is a scheme of yours, Hercules. Scheme? Trying to cheat on your dear old uncle, aren't you, Hercules? Uncle Herman, what are you talking about? Where's the money, Hercules? G flat that knife. G flat. This ain't no time to play games with your uncle, Herman. Hercules. Uncle Herman. Where were you tonight? What's that, Hercules? G flat. Your knife. It's G flat. Looks like this thing has got you going, Hercules. It was you in the garden, wasn't it, Uncle Herman? You killed him. Let's not waste any more time, nephew. Now tell me where that money. I don't know. Stop lying to your dear uncle, Hercules. I'm not lying. I usually use this knife to scale fish. The smell of fish is stronger than the smell of blood. But I tell you, I don't know where that money is. You're lying to me. You came down here just to throw me off, didn't you? Make me think you lost the money. Uncle Herman. Stay away from me. All right, Hercules. So you won't tell your dear uncle. He rushed at me with the knife. I stepped back, tripped over the board he had pried loose and fell down. But Uncle Herman, he went hurtling over me, head over heels down the long slide. When I got back down the bottom of the slide chute, he was dead. The uncle had his neck broken. Lieutenant, what about the money? Well, Mr. Remington's wife turned it over the authorities this morning about 11 o'. Clock. She said the money wasn't his and she didn't want him carrying it around. Well, I guess that'll be all, Mr. Remington. You can go now. But isn't it dangerous? I mean, the. The partner is still. We picked up his business partner a few hours after the robbery. Oh. Just in case you happen to come across another $25,000 that doesn't belong to you, promise me that you'll get in touch with the authorities. William. Mr. Remington. Oh, I've learned my lesson, Lieutenant. Believe you me, I have. Yeah, Good. Oh, for heaven's sakes. I almost forgot. I got to call my wife. She's probably frantic by now. There's a payphone right outside in the corridor. Payphone? Yeah, right around the corner. You can't miss it. Hi. Well, she's waited this long. I think I'll just tell her when I get home. Suspense presented by autolite. Tonight's star, Mr. Jack Benny. Ah, fine meal, Pepito. So long. Hey. No dessert, Senor Wilcox. I never desert, Pepito. I'm always faithful to those 400 fine products for cars, trucks, tractors, planes and boats made by autolight in 28 plants from coast to coast. 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Murder in G Flat was written for Suspense by Richard George Peduccini. Portions of this program were transcribed. In tonight's cast, Joseph Kearns was heard as Uncle Herman. B. Benedara as Martha and Larry Thor as the lieutenant. Others in the cast were Clayton Post, Jack Crucian and Paul Freeze. Jack Benny may be heard each Sunday on CBS on his own radio program, the Jack Ben. And remember, next week on Suspense, Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz in a story about a mysterious airplane crash in the mountains of Mexico. A tale we call early to Death.
