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John Steele, Adventurer and I Love Adventure
An hour of adventure on this week's Relic Radio Show. We begin with The Marshal Of Morgan County, the April 10, 1951, episode of John Steele, Adventurer. (30:08) I Love Adventure brings us our second story with its broadcast from July 4, 1948, Assignment With A Displaced Person. https://traffic.libsyn.com/forcedn/e55e1c7a-e213-4a20-8701-21862bdf1f8a/RelicRadio919.mp3 Download RelicRadio919 | Subscribe | Spotify | Support The Relic Radio [...]
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John Steele
This is the Relic Radio Show. Old time Radio entertainment. Still standing the test of time from relicradio.com. welcome back to the Relic Radio Show. Thanks for joining me this week. Going to hear first from John Steele, adventurer. This time we'll hear his story the Marshal of Morgan county from April 10, 1950. After that it's I Love Adventure. An assignment with a displaced person. That story aired July 4, 1948. Take one. Man who rides alone had a voice in the night in the bargain sealed in the hot flash of gunfire. That's our story, the Marshal of Morgan county taken from the files of John Steele, adventurer. Hello friends. This is John Steele. Each week we get together at this time for an old fashioned session of yarn study. Sometimes our stories are filled with action, sometimes they're about places. But this one is the story of a man I first met. This fellow out from the big lonely prairies of Texas. To this day, I'm still not 100% sure I know where he fits in. Maybe you'll be able to figure it out. What's his name? Helkins. What is it makes one man stick close to the town while the other lines out for the hills? I never have known rightly, but ever since I was a young un, I found it easiest and best to move alone. Living by somebody else's law. It's all right for them as likes it, but I always had a mind to own myself. Being a loner, you learn pretty quick how to take care of yourself. You just don't get along, just as simple as that. You learn to let the other fellow do the talking while you do the watching. You learn to respect the split second between a word and an action. And you learn a lot by looking in a man's eyes. Cause any man, even a frightened one, can be a killer. Well, that's how I'd move for a big piece of my life. And no complaints neither. Then one night I rode into Abilene. It was spring. The snow on the mountains was beginning to thaw and the creeks was beginning to raise. The riders was stringing out toward the horse country and the air was clear as spring water. Things was moving and it was good to be alive. It ain't all on it, for it wasn't Sam Hill you think of. Marshall Spurs. Well, I'm telling you is good stuff. When he ain't that stuff. No. Manny. Hey. Miss it? Huh? Give me a drink? Sure. Sure. Bun be whiskey. Yeah? Yeah. Carry me. Just leave the bottle. Sure. That's all? Sure. Stranger, huh? Yeah. Name's Wendy, I own this here place. If you're looking for a place to stay. Going to be in time long maybe. Just got the thing for your room. Upstairs bar. Back for your horse. Now, R. Shut up, I said. We were talking. Were you? I don't like being interrupt. Look, why don't you go down there and drink your drink and I'll stay here. What's your name? I said. I know what you said. What's your name? Why is it every town's the same? I asked you a question. There's always a little squirt wants to show off. Seen dozens of your kind every time. I said, what's your name? Go down there and finish your drink. I don't want to get mad. And don't go. Reason for your gun neither, because I'm not reaching for mine. You won't be able to claim self defense. I told you I wasn't going to draw. I'll finish a drink and get out of here. Won't be even at the floor. Hey, Play something, Sam. Hey, you're a cool one, mister. Shot right in front of you and you didn't even blink. Yeah, Little squirt. He's a mean cuss at Ralph Ford. They say he hangs out with hay every year. Judd Haney? Yep. He's bad. Been kicking up quite a fuss around here for the last year. I know. Gunned down a couple of marshals and. Hey, wait a minute. For a stranger, you know a lot about Abilene. Maybe. You're the new marshal. They told us you was coming, but they didn't say when. Hey, what's your name? Elkins. Sure, that's the one. Tom Elkins. Well, why didn't you say so? Well, I was. You wanted to get the lay of the land first. I know. Hey. Hey. This here's the new marshall. Fellas. You help yourself. Tom. I'll be back. I was watching. Huh? I liked what I saw. Who are you? Dean. I work. I'm Tom Elkins. I know. I'd watch Ralph if I were you. Why meme here? He's a friend of Judd Hamey's. What they say? What do you mean? But he seems dead. For two months. They say he's out in the hill. What's the sheriff been doing? Isn't one right now. Nobody wants a job. I see. It sounds wide open. Be careful, Tom. Wide open. Yeah, I'll be careful. Next morning I headed over to what used to be the sheriff's office. The lock was gone off the door and inside the one cell in the back of the room was just like the town, wide open. I knew at best I only had three days to work in. And that didn't leave me no time to waste. I straightened up the place. Those things look right and lined out for the Wells Fargo office. Good morning. What can I do for you? My name's Elkins. Oh, glad to meet you, Marshall. I'm John Steele. Howdy. Heard about you and young Ford last night. Whole town's talking. That right? It's about time somebody tightened up on that colt. What can I do for you? Well, from what I hear, you folks been hit harder by this Hamy and his boys than anybody else. That's right. They've caught us twice in the last nine months. Well, I ain't to do something about that, but I'm going to need your help. You name it. First off, I want to know when your next big shipment is. I don't suppose there's much of a sacred. Every year about this time, we bring down quite a piece of cash from the Federal bank up at the Capitol. When's that gonna be? Two weeks. I want you to change it. Why? Think it might be a good idea to. When? Tomorrow, the day after? I don't know. Plans are all made. They can be changed. I don't know. It's a big thing you're asking, Elkins. Mind if I see your credentials? I don't have them with me. I see. Maybe we better go back to your office. Ain't there neither. I was held up on the way down. Took my wallet, papers, everything. I know the town council got a telegram saying you were coming. But no matter. As important as this, I'm sure you understand I'd rather wait for confirmation. That'll take a week. Might. Look, Steele, you don't have to know who I am to save your company thousands of dollars. No. If that shipment's coming down next week, I know one thing. Jud Hamey knows about it. Maybe you bring it down a week early, you might fool him. Let's see what I can do. Good. You want me for anything? The sheriff's office is open again. All right, Elkins. Let me know how you make out. Yeah. Tom. Tom. Oh, morning, Gene. I've been looking all over for you. Why? There's a crowd of men over Giraffe. What do they want? They said something about a posse. You saddle a horse? Sure. Go over to Wendy's barn and get my horse ready. I have a feeling I'm going to be needing it. All right. See you later. All right. What's it all about? Wait a minute, wait a minute. One at a time. When do you supposing you start? Well, Tom, lots of the feller seen how you handled young Ralph last night. And I guess that's what they've been waiting for. I see. And what are you going to do? Well, Ralph Soft took off into the hills this morning. We all figure he's headed straight for Judd, wherever he's holed up. So we figure all we got to do is follow Ralph. Now, wait a minute, wait a minute. I think you're making a mistake, man. Well, I know. Cause if you get up there in them hills, Judd's going to be taking pot shots at you from back of every rock. A lot of you men will get hurt and you might not even get haney. I think your mind is made up, Tom. They're going to ride with or without you. Then it'll be without me. Okay, Fine, fine. Come on, let's go. Sorry, Tom. I thought you was going to be different. Go on. You better get rid. Soon as I saw the posse right out the north end of town, I headed for Wendy's barn. Gene had my horse waiting and I let out fast as that pony had run. Ralph had about a two hour start on me, but he wouldn't be riding hard. And I figured once I got past the posse, I might catch him before dark. When I got out of town, I headed straight north. Even a low range of hills between me and the posse. About five or six miles out. I cut through a draw and sure enough, there they was, about a mile behind me and moving slow with nothing between me and Ralph. I gave that little horse all the leather he'd take. And by late afternoon I picked up a dust cloud dead ahead, keeping to the timber and crossing back and forth on his trail. I figured, I thought, well, I want to catch him by sundown. It was slow going, but at least I wasn't raising no dust. And my coming up on him should have been something of a surprise. But when I topped the rise an hour later and looked down in the canyon ahead, his dust cloud had disappeared. First I thought he'd pulled up for the night. Then I heard a twig snap to my left and a voice was speaking at me down the barrel of a coat. Supposing you keep them hands up, Elton? Okay, Ford. Thought you was smarter than this. When'd you spot me? About an hour ago. Been watching you criss crossing ever since. Guess I thought you was dumber than this. Take it easy for her. Ain't nobody out here to say it weren't self fancy? No, there ain't ought to be. You. You won't. I won't, huh? No. Course, killing ain't your line. Why'd you follow me out here for? To tell you to get the lead out of your jeans and get ridin'there's. A posse of men about four or five mile back. They're aiming to trail you to your pal Judd and do a little shooting. You're bluffin. Well, you'll see that dust cloud pretty soon if it don't get too dark. We're just wasting time. Get down off on that horse. What? You heard me. You know, I could be wrong about you. Get down. Maybe you could kill. We're reaching the point where I don't take chances. Get down. Look for the dust cloud. Get back. His bullet crashed into my shoulder and I felt like I'd hit a stone wall. And I was on him, dragging him off his horse. He rolled across the ground like a feel of spurs raking my legs. I saw the gun shining in his hand. I knew I had to get it. And I was on my feet and my boot here was driving down hard on his hand. The gun dropped in the dirt and I kicked it away. And I picked him up and hit him with everything I had. Again and again and again and again. Get up. Now keep going. What? Get up on that horse and ride. I'll hold the posse off long as I can. Get going. You're crazy, Elkin. And tell Amy, I said the next time he pokes his nose in Abilene, I'll blow him from here to California. Now get going. Soon as Ford took off up the canyon I thought of my shoulder best I could and rode back toward the posse. About a mile from him I roped a bush and tied it on behind me. Then I lit out to the west. The dust cloud that bush kicked up was something to see. And pretty soon the posse was following me like a cold tags after his manning. I led him around through the canyons till it was dark. Then I took to the timber and headed back to town. By the time we got back, that little pony was lathered to an inch of his life. The pain in my shoulder was fretting like a new brand. We was a sorry looking rig when we turned into Wendy's barn. I was bedding him down when I heard steps behind me and the light flash in my face. Turn off that light. Any of the others get back yet? Nobody's in the bar all night. We Usually come in for a drink. I got a gift. Howdy. What's the matter? You're hurt. Gotta get out. Lean on my room. Lean on me? Yeah. I don't know what happened. Just plain run out of sand, I guess. I felt like I was riding a wild horse, only in slow motion, and there was nothing I could do about it. The barn was swinging around like it had come unnailed in a high wind. I felt an arm go around me, grabbing my waist. Then I stopped crying. Next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed and Gene was leaning over me. Feel that? Yeah. There's a real circ. Be all right now? My room. How. How'd you do it? You weren't much help. Sorry. Sorry I fooled it. Probably best. I might have hit you. How? When I took the bullet out. You be all right? Yeah. A long time since I was took care of by a woman. Oh. Had slugs in me before, but always rolled till I was holed up and I took them out myself. This way's easy. Always been a move ahead. Yeah. Never give much thought to settle him down. You shouldn't be here, Mechan. No. Some men are made for that sort of life. I'm not. It's all right. You don't understand. I was just thinking how flowers are. You better get out of here before we get back in. Yeah. My shirt. It's all burned. I'll get rid of it, you know. Hey, Tom. Tom, where are you? Wendy? I seen your light on. Come on, Tom. What you gonna do? Come on, Tom, Open it up. I don't. What do you want? Wendy. Right. Nothing. Nothing. Tell Tom I'll. I'll see him in the morning. You shouldn't. Forget it. Will you be able to sleep now? Yeah. You'll be all right in the morning. See you. If I could settle down, I'd do it now. I know. The next morning my arm was stiff, but I figured if I was careful, nobody'd know the difference. Couldn't take a chance on laying in my bunk all day. Time was closing in. I had to be ready for anything that happened. I come down here with three days to do the job, and I'd wasted one of them chasing around the prairie after a nervous squirt. Two days left and no sign things are gonna go my way. I spent the day sitting in the sheriff's office. All my lines was out and there was nothing to do but wait. Any other time it would have struck me funny, sitting there with my feet on the desk, the cell door open behind me. But right now, minutes were sliding away. The flies was buzzing in the sunlight. I must have dozed off. Course, I didn't hear them coming till the door bust open. What's the idea of busting in here like this? We aim to do some talking with you. Okay? Wendy, you seem to be the speaker for this group. Supposing you do the talking? We want to know what kind of marshal you are anyways. Who wants to know? We do it all hands. The whole town does. First night you come here, I know something was funny. Whoever heard of a marshal letting a kid draw on them and get away with it? That's a marshal's job. If he ain't getting shot out, he ain't doing his job. Maybe so, but what about yesterday? What about it? Come in here busting the make of posse, and what did you do? Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. There's easier ways to get Hamian to go hooping and hollering into the hills while he sits up on a rock and shoots you down one by one. What kind of ways? There's ways, that's all. You expect Judd Hamey's going to come to you? Maybe. All right, maybe he won't. But I'll tell you one thing. It's the marshal's place to call for a posse, be informed and not the town's. Let me tell you something, mister. This town's been without law for a long time. And we had to do the best we could till a man comes along. That can change things. That's the way it's gonna stay. That's right. You're that kind of man. Ian, what's going on in here? Come on. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let me go. Come on. What's up, Wendy? It's all right, Steel. We were just asking Mr. Elkin here a couple of questions. Yeah? Like what? Like what was he doing yesterday? Why? Cause when I got back to the barn last night, your horse was lathered up like it had been rid a hundred miles. And this morning when I snuck down to the kitchen early, I found the girl down there stuffing her shirt in the stove. It was your shirt, and the left sleeve was all blood. Seems to me that's mighty strange acting for a marshal. Well, what you got to say, Elkins? Sure, I did some riding yesterday. Where? That's none of your business. Well, darn it, I'll make it my business. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute here. Listen, man, I don't know any more about Elkins than you do. Maybe he is a marshal. Maybe he isn't. I don't know. But I've done something about finding out all that. I sent a wire to the state capitol asking for credentials on Tom Elkins. We ought to have an answer by tomorrow. It's late. I suggest you all go home to supper and we'll take this up again tomorrow. Can anybody say he isn't Marshall? Well, I guess he's innocent. He'll prove guilty. Come on, let's break it up, then. Well, that's that. Yeah. Oh, almost forgot to tell you what I came over here for, but I got word back from the company. They're going to advance that shipping date. The win. Well, they couldn't get it down today or tomorrow, but it ought to come through in four or five days. Maybe that's the way it should. Huh? I don't get it. Well, don't look so worried. Do you think I was going to steal it from you? I don't know what I thought till now. They're coming. They're coming. Wait a minute. Who's coming? I was riding on the other town. I saw. Saw who? Ralph Ford and Jud Hay. They're coming this way. We'll get a posh out of them. But look, you said I was still Marshall. We'll do it my way. I want everybody off that main street. I'll go meet him alone. Okay, sir. I'll get going. Yep. I don't understand what's going on. Does this have anything to do with. No, it is I. Be careful. Don't worry. This is what I'm best at. By the time I got out on the street, word had spread like fire and dry timber. There wasn't a soul in sight. But as I walked up the middle of the street, every once in a while I caught a blind being lifted or a curtain being parted. There was a lot of watching being done. In Abilene, the road stretched straight ahead to the country outside of town. In the half light, I could see the hill at the top of the street where the last house left off and the prairie begun. If the light held, Amy and me couldn't help but see each other. But night comes fast in the west. Before I got halfway to the hill, it was dark and I couldn't see the houses on the side of the street. I stood still and listened. A horse fell it in the distance, but outside of that there wasn't a sound. I started walking again, and this time I loosened my coats and their holsters. A dog was barking at the other End of town, maybe. Fussing over the unnatural like quiet. I remember thinking the sound of a dog in the night's a comforting one when you don't hear much when you're a mover. Before I heard it, I knew it was coming. I hit the dirt. The shadow moved between the houses on my right. I'll get you, Heaven. I'll get you the squirt. I should have nosed it up along the side of me like that. I didn't want to mess around with him. But I knew I wasn't going to get to Haney till Ford was settled one way or the other. The dirt was cool against my face, but when I started to crawl for the shadows around the houses, my shoulder was hot with pain. He hadn't fired for two or three minutes and it was hard to tell where he might have moved at. Then I heard a rattle stone and I knew which one he was hiding by. I was in the shadows now and I got up on all fours and crawled to the back of the house. Just put out. Took out my coat and slid round rear to the other side. There he was, lying in the dirt about halfway to the road and looking the other way. I measured the distance careful, under 10ft. You stinking. He turned. The shot went wild in the air. My gun butt hit his head. I took his gun, threw him out and the road and let him lay in there. I figured five, maybe six minutes that went by while I was chasing Ford. Amy had to be near now. I was out in the middle of the street again, walking north when I seen him, just a shadow about 30ft away and stamped. It smacked in the middle of the road. I guess he seen me at the same time, too. Ralph tells me you're gonna chase me out of town, kid. You're making a mistake, Amy. This ain't Tom. What, Ward? Yeah, it's Ward. I come in here looking for some fun. You're gonna get it. What are you talking. Get back. What? Get back. You crazy? There's a judge you're talking to, Ward. I know. What's the matter? Tom is riding in here tomorrow as marshal. I heard. I come down of him just to make sure everything went smooth for him. I see. He's no match for you, Amy. What he ever do for you? Nothing. You're no more like brothers. Shut up. Okay, Elkins, if that's the way you want it. As soon as he said Elkins, I was falling for the dirt and firing as I fell. I saw him start to fall, then twist up on his feet. Again he fired once more and I answered him twice. And he crashed to the dirt and was still Bill. Down in the other end of town, a dog was barking. Comforting sound. A dog in the night. Comforting. Leaving. Tom Hit. Sorry to see you go. I'd like to stick around for a day or two, Steel. Help you get that shipment in safe. But I gotta be moving. The town will never forget what you did last night. Reckon it'll be a few days before I forget it, too. Oh, boy. Oh, well. Tom. Yeah? Can I ride part away with you? You do a lot better staying here. All right, Tom. Bye. Bye. Hey. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What's the matter, Wendy? There's a fellow down in town says he's Tom Elkins. Says he can prove it, too. He's heading up this way. I was just about. You sit tight, young fella. He'll be here in a couple of shakes. Now. There. That's him, mister. That's the one shot Judge Haney last night. Well, what do you say, mister? Which one of you is Tom Elkins? Reckon as how it's possible there might be two Tom Elkins in this world. Yeah, reckon that's possible. Kind of confusing having two with one challenge. Might be. You better get right, Mr. Elkins. Yeah, Mr. Elton. Maybe I better. The title. The Marshal of Morgan County. The story of a man who rode through a town and swapped freedom for justice. And if you like Ward's story, why not come back again next week? Friends, I'll have a man who found his own eyes to be the key to life or death. I like to call it Eyewitness. So until next week, this is John Steele saying a life of adventure is yours for the taking wherever you find it. Only don't look for it. It may find you. Well, goodbye and good hunting. John Steel, Adventurer is produced by Robert Monroe, written, directed by Elliot Drake. Grant Richards with hers as Ward. Also in our cast were Ross Martin, Connie Lemke and Phil Sterling. John Steele is played by Don Douglas. Musical effects were created by Doc Whipple. And your announcer has been Ted Melly. Remember. Next week, Mutual presents Eyewitness. Another story of suspense and action from the files of John Steele, adventurer. This program came from New York. Follow clues down Mutual's mystery lane to further thrills and chills along the Sunday avenue of mystery and suspense. Martin Cain, the two fisted gumshoe, the shadow in a cloak of invisibility. True detective mysteries with real life cases. Roy Rogers with action western style. And Nick Carter, master detective. Weekdays here I Love a mystery Every night over most of these stations with the fabulous adventurers Jack, Doc and Reggie in Eerie Investigations. Remember, all roads lead to Mutual when you travel the mystery trail. Where you hear the announcer say. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. The American Broadcasting Company presents I Love adventure. Incident number 11. Assignment with a Displaced Person. A new Carlton E. Morse production. Featuring Jackson, Doc and Reggie. I was sitting out front in the A1 Detective Agency office with Doc Long pestering me to get more action in our business or else more women. Look, Jack, you can't expect a number one Texas boy like me to just sit around the office twiddling his thumb. Let's go get ourselves a rough and tumble shooting case. Either that or let's close up shop and hunt ourselves up a couple of good looking Hollywood extras. You're girl crazy. Call some girl crazy. All Texas boys is girl crazy. Any man with red blood in his veins between the age of 7 and 7 is girl crazy. Or he ought to get his head examined. Look, couldn't you rush around somewhere and hunt us up a case with lots of action in it and lots of women? You rush around. Yes, sir. That's my idea. Lots of action, lots of women and lots of money for a big pay off at the end. I was just thinking. The door came open aggressively and there in the outer office stood a tall, blond, nervous young man. His manner determined, but a look of uneasiness in his eyes and a queer twitch around his mouth. It was the beginning of the strangest manhunt we ever attempted. A manhunt with a beautiful young girl as the wanted person. A lovely young thing named Mary Travers. I'm looking for Jack Packard. That's me. Why don't nobody never come in here looking for me? Who are you? I'm Doc Long, doggone it. Oh, well, you don't need to get so dad blame indifferent about it. Please, Mr. Packet, I've got to have your help. I've got to find a girl. I've got to find her before somebody else gets to her. Who are you? John Kings. Who's the girl? Mary Traff. Who's Mary Traff? This is her picture. At least this is how she looked in 1941. Hey, she ain't no more than 10 years old. Well, she's 17. Almost 18 now. If she's alive. If she's alive. Yes, I know she is. I'm sure she is. You better throw a little more light on this. What's it all about? Yeah. Is this Mary Travers? Any kin to you? No. No. In 1938, Mary's family and my family lived next door on Hudson Street. Hollywood. Yes, that's right. Then Mary and her father and mother went to Europe. They got caught someplace in the invasion of Poland. And, well, that's the last anybody ever heard of them. That's 10 years ago. I know it. One report came back that Mary and her mother and father were killed. While everyone believed it. But what about the Travers family back home? Didn't they do no investigating? There isn't any family back home. Just Mary and her parents. But why bring the matter up at this late date? Hey, look at the second picture. Second picture. Oh. Hey. Hello. Same girl. Same girl. Growed up, man. You see what I mean? Mary's alive. She's in danger, but she's alive. Danger? Yes. You've got to find her. I don't know where she is, except I think she's in Mexico. Oh, why do you think that? Well, that's got nothing to do with it. But she's in Mexico and she's in danger. Where'd you get this picture, this grown up picture of Mary? Stop asking questions and get busy. What'd you say your name was again? John King. John King. Where have I heard that name before? If it isn't John King you're interested in, it's Mexico and Mary Travers. That's where the trouble is. Ave Maria, gracia plena, Dominus texum benedicta tu in mulieribus et benedictos proctos vambrosui. How can I thank thee, O Father, for sheltering me here in this beautiful, secluded convent. All the troublesome years of my childhood. All the troublesome years of the Great War. All the years I've been growing from child to girl and from girl to woman. But, oh, Father, I thank thee most of all for bringing me Andrew King. I thank thee for selecting this American boy from across the border for me and sending him to this isolated sector of Mexico that I might meet him, speak to him, and thereby learn to love him. For all thy graciousness and understanding of girl who has now come to womanhood, we presently leave this gentle to go out into the world. For all of this and much, much more, I thank you. Amen. Amen. Oh, it was a lovely service this morning, Carlotta. Oh, I am a lucky person. Do you realize this is the last time you'll probably ever wash the buck of Mary Travers? The water's beautifully warm. The last time. Oh, what would these sisters say if they ever caught you in here giving me a tub Bath. How many times have you said that these past 10 years? But they never have got me. They would look at you severely and say, carlota, does the convent pay you to cook the food and scrub the floors? Or does the convent pay you to scrub Mary Travers back? These sisters try too hard to be severe with their duties. Their hearts are still good. So I may wash the back of my neck. Oh, Carlotta, he's so handsome. Do you suppose you'll love me all my life? Who? Who? Who? She asked. Who do you suppose? My young man. My American signor. My Andrew Key. Oh, shame on you, Carlo de Bettina Peron. I think you're jealous. Oh, Jess. It is only that I could shake the shoes off the sisters for keeping you so innocent and untouched in this big, wicked world which feeds on such as you. Oh, pooh. Ouch. Right on my unprotected back. Do not say poo to Carlosa. You are a small child sticking out an impudent tongue at an unleashed tiger. You say pooh to the world in the vastness of your ignorance. Today I leave the convention. What is there to fear? Men. But I will have Andrew King to protect me. Perhaps it is he whom you should fear most. Oh, Carlotta, what a one to worry. Today I leave the convent. Tomorrow I will be in Los Angeles, United States. You are a little idiot. Anda, put your head over the edge of the tub so I can dry your hair. Oh, I love it. Why do you say I'm an idiot? You barely know this Andrew King. My heart knows him. Papilos, why should the sister superior let you go out into the world to meet this man whom you have met but three times in your life? Four times. And the sister's right. This sister is a baby in the arms also when it comes to men. What does she know of this undoubted King? He came to see her. She could see that we were in love. And just to look at him told her what a fine man he is. Is he a millionaire? No. Is he a capitan of industry? No. Is he then perhaps a great political figure? No. He's just a boy from America, you see. A miserable loafer. Has he no grace at all to throw himself at such a you with only a workman's pay in his pocket? Oh, come on, Carlotta. Give me a teeth. What is this? Ques pesna. Is that going to heal your hurt? Por favor. Bueno. Now you have had your feast. Thank you, darling. Now get out of that stub and let me dry you before these sisters Descend on us and give me my notice as thunder superior this conviction. Mary, it has been my duty to collect and keep records of all those who abide here. I think you must have known all along in your heart that you were left orphan by the war just done. If there is anyone anywhere in the world left carrying your name, we have not been able to find that person. Yes, Mother. You came to us here in Mexico from a Spanish refugee ship with $50 gold coins tied in a handkerchief. I'd forgotten. Gold is not a medium of exchange in the world any longer. So we have translated it into Mexican pesos and American dollars. Oh, you should have it. Little enough for all these years. Take it, child. It is yours. Here, put it in your pocket. Yes, Mother. My child, it is with Ms. That I let you go out into the world. Los Angeles is a big city, but I'm going right to Andrew King. I have his address. He said he would be there. You have met Andrew King. What harm can come to me? You're sure you wouldn't like to remain here, take your orders and become one of us? Thank you, Mother. But you do not wish it? No. Then go to Los Angeles, Mary your Andrew King. But remember this, Mary Travers, keep your heart pure. That is your best defense against the world and men. Men are the world, Mary. Men are the. Oh, excuse me, lady. Of course. I was just going to get me a drink of water and a train. Lurch, I hope you don't mind finding the Texas boy in your lap now. You mind if I sat down for a minute? Is this your time when it was coming? Yeah, and it is sometimes. Oh, I've been watching you ever since you got on the train. Yes, there was a look in your eyes. I bet there was. What? Anvil headed dope. I was not to speak to you sooner. Hey, how about spending some time with me in Los Angeles and Hollywood? Oh, that would be nice, but I cannot. Oh, you can't, huh? No. Thank you just the same. But I am going to marry a man. Oh, lucky man. He also is an American. Perhaps you would know him. What's his name? Andrew King. Andrew King? Hey, not Andrew King. You know him? Well, what a meeting this is. So you Andy King's girlfriend? Oh, that is wonderful. If you know him. Look, honey, what is your name? Mary Travers. Did you say Mary Travers? Yes. Well, what you know. Look, Mary, you just put yourself in Papa's hands. When we get into Los Angeles, we'll dig up Andy King, we get you a marriage license. You're going to be Queen of the maid. Oh, but I have his address. Just leave everything to me. Just put yourself in the hands of a man that knows. Aren't we beginning to slow down? We're coming in the station. You got much baggage? Just one case, huh? I got me a duffel bag and overnight kid up ahead. I've been down Mexico a couple of weeks doing some investigating. What a train. This. This is my Daniel. Yes, it's her. I'll go up front and get my baggage and I'll meet you on the platform in just a minute. Hurry, little girl. You can lose yourself in the crowd. But I'm waiting for a friend. Friend? That one is no friend. Run next to the crowd, you can lose him. Who are you? I am one who sat right behind you. Everything that Texas man said, I heard. Oh, he was friendly. I saw the look in his eyes. So did you. He knows Andrew King. No, he does not. Whoever Andrew King is, he does not know him. It is you he wants. Well, I don't know. Hurry, lose yourself. He's coming. He's looking. Go to the address you have. Go to your. Mr. King. Lose yourself. Quickly, please. What was that? It is the voice of the vehicle of death. Vehicle of death? Ambulance. Somebody has died to the north. There has been an explosion. Would you like a bag of hot popcorn? No. Is that what you have in your wagon? Popcorn? Sure, sure. Peanuts. Popcorn. Please. I will have a bag of popcorn. I see you. You got an old straw super case. I guess you just accommodate this country. Oh, please. I cannot find the avenue called Sunset. Do you know it? Sunset along with the street in America. Stay with the main street here. Go to the north. I must stay with the main street. You lost? Maybe it wasn't getting dark. No. If I can find the avenue called Sunset, then I'm not lost. The vehicle of death. The vehicle of death. The dead ride well, young lady. I have never ridden in a carriage half so grand. Your papa calling, miss. What? Oh, thank you. You're welcome. Eat with a clear conscience. Good night. Good night. You know, it's a popcorn fresh. Such a big world. I could have stayed with his sisters and Nico. I could have stayed at the convent. Night is a dangerous time for women. That's what Colota said. In Los Angeles, night is a day. Dangerous time for wind. The dead ride well, young woman. I've never ridden half so well. Half so well. Married, troubleshooting, childish talk. That is not what your sisters taught you. You were not lost, not really. You were walking to meet your lover. Keep to the north. Walk on Main Street. You will come to the avenue called Sunset. 37 N. Maiden Lane, just off Sunset. There you will come to Andrew King. And there you will come to protection. And there you will. No. Take your hands of me. What's the matter, honey? And not too receptive? Not if I took you by surprise. I'm sorry. Please, take your hands. Be reasonable, honey. I don't want to scream. I don't want to miss Robert. But I can't help it if you don't let go of me right away. Okay. That's too bad. We can't get together. Is this what Carlotta meant? A woman rushes from the arms of one hand to the arms of another is what the Mother Superior means. Men are the world, Mary. Men are the world. I never find it. The night is dangerous, and I never find it. The night is dangerous, and I'm lost. The night is dangerous, and I'm. This is the end, Lady. What? You can't go no further. This way. Who are you? Who are you? Stephen. I'm a city guard. Don't you see the red flares? This street's blocked off. But I must. Now, look. There was an explosion this afternoon. The crew was cleaning up the wreckage of a chemical plant which blew up three weeks ago. There still were some explosives buried in the mess. When the machinery hit it, wham. We heard ambulances. Yeah, you sure did, Aunt Lady. Last of them cleared out only a few minutes ago. All the dead taken away. But the big tragedy was the wrecked houses. They blew up houses? Yeah. One whole block on both sides of North Maiden Lane. Hmm. No. Here, here, here. Sit down on the steps. You sick? You had too much to drink. No. Not forbidden. Men. Every house from number 22 to 44. What is that? In the very heart of the explosion. Where is Andrew King? And where is my love? What have they done to my future? Get out of the way there. Get out of the way. Let the girl through. Make room. Get out of the way there. Hey. What is it? What do you want here? This girl's skill. You run this place. Why do you bring her here? She don't belong here. Get her out of here. Who are you? City guard for the restricted area on North Maiden Lane. The explosion went off this afternoon. Yeah? This girl lost a friend at 37 N. Main St. That stays. Is that it? Yeah. Take her in the back room and call the police. This is no place for a nice girl like her. Well, I got to get back with the red flares to warn others. I'll have to leave her here with you. All right, I'll do what I can with her. That's good enough. I haven't wait too long now. This way. Come on. Come on. The cafe of the Blue Pig. Enter this room, please, and make yourself comfortable. The man of the week. Didn't I say it was no place for a dame like you? Here, sit down. Be back in a minute. I'm going to call the cops. Men are the word. Men are the word. Sit there until I return. What must I do for this? 7 North Maidenland is destroyed and Joaquin is no more. Lost in the world. Lost in the world. The Mother Superiors. Men are the world. Men everywhere. Carlotta said there is no protection against men except your men. Your own men. He is gone. No protection except your own men. And he is gone. No protection. No protection. And he is gone. Yes? Somebody knocking. Hello? What do you want? So this is where you've been hiding from me, Ed. Who are you? Oh, hey, honey, you remember me? I'm a Texas boy you met on the train. Oh, yes. He's going to wait for me on the platform. And you didn't do it? You've been following me? Sure. You didn't have any intention of taking me to Andrew King at all. You didn't have any such honest intention, did you? Oh, now look, honey, let me have some more dope about this Andrew King. What goes with you and him? I don't want to talk about him. Don't. Huh? He's dead. I don't want to talk about it. He. He's dead. It was at 37 North Maiden Lane, where the explosion was this afternoon. That's the address he gave you. Why do you care? You didn't even know why. Sure, I knowed him. What makes you say that? I told you. On a train. Girl hasn't got a transition. Men everywhere. The bad ones trying to take you from the good ones. The good ones never around when you need them. Hey, now wait a minute. What gives you. You just said you knew Andrew King to get me to go with you. You were just using him for a lure. Oh, so that's how come you dashed off into the crowd. Why don't you go away? I'm not the kind of girl you think I am. Oh, come on now, give with this Andrew King business. Where'd you meet him? At Atoriole. Is that a town in Mexico? A village near the convent in Buenos Leo. Uh huh. Twice I met him in the marketplace, then at the convent when he met the Mother Superior. And the last time he came Again the sisters let us walk in the garden together. You mean you just only met him four times? But it was love the first time. One time. Four times, 1,000 times. It is not easy. How long ago was the last time? Two months. How come he neglected you like that? He is an American. He had to return across the border to Los Angeles. You must not say anything against him. The Mother Superior talked with him. She trusted me to come to him. We were to be married. Did he write to you during them two months? 1. He sent the address where I was to come. This 37 North Maiden Lane. Address, huh? Yes. Well, why didn't you come back to Los Angeles with him right away if you saw my tonight? It was my wish, but the Mother Superior would not let me. I must stay two months more at the convent to be sure to know for certain through prayer and meditation. That I was doing that which I should do. Oh, I see. I want you to come with me. No. Oh, now listen. No. I have been warned. Look, you're just a little gal alone and lost and scared in the middle of Los Angeles. And for that reason you think I'm at your mercy. Now, wait a minute. Well, I'm not. Hey, you can't do that. Come back here. Wait a minute. Hey, don't try to run across the street. Look out. Look out. Okay, Jack. Now you know why the name John King rung a bell in your head. Yeah. Brother of Andrew King. Wanted for smuggling and black market operations across the Mexican border. Check. Now, about this babe, Mary Travers. She in custody? Yeah. Don't say that as though you liked it much. I don't. I'm almost sorry now that I met her on the Yuma LA Train by accident. Yeah. After combing Mexico for three weeks looking for her, I find her riding on the same coach on the same train I am. Then what? Well, she tries to give me the slip at the Union Station. And I trailed her to 37 North Maiden Lane. Uh. Oh, wasn't that where the chemical laboratory blast went off this afternoon? Yeah, right in the middle of it. That's great. Don't nobody know whether Andrew King was at home or not when the neighborhood blowed up. Mary Travers thinks that he was. Where is the girl? Well, I tried to bring her here, Jack, but you know what she thought? How would I? Well, she thought I was a Hollywood wolf. And she run out onto Sunset Boulevard trying to get away. And she got hit by automobile. Dead? No, she's banged up, but she ain't dead. She's at the St. Catherine Hospital under police. So I've dug up some more dope in her background. Parents killed in police concentration camp. She's about nine years old. Then escaped camp with other inmates and was next heard of in Spain. Yeah, she told me that. Sisters of a convent near Oreo, Mexico. Tuck her in. She's raised there. That's where she met Andrew King at. In Oriole Marketplace while he was down there on a smuggling job. Well, she fell in love. First American boy she ever got to know since her kid Day. King took advantage of him. Yeah, and played on her innocence and on the unworldliness of the sisters. So they was willing to let her come to Los Angeles to meet King, to marry him. Can you imagine Andrew King marrying any gal? Maybe he's dead in that explosion. Maybe. Yeah, I hope so, for Mary's sake. What about this brother John? The one that was in here and got us started on this bed? Well, he's just as right as Andrew is wrong. Nice kid, huh? Surprising, isn't it? Twin brothers. One a dog, the other straight. And? And John found that grown up picture, Mary Travers, in Andrew's possession. And that's why he knowed she was in so much danger. He knowed Andrew would use her. Is that it? Of course. Doc, did Mary Travis have any baggage with her? What's the matter with you, son? Did she? Why, sure. Battered old straw suitcase. Where is it now? At the hospital with her. Well, come on. If Andrew King wasn't killed in that blast, he'll want that straw suitcase, and he'll want it bad. Oh, Andrew, my darling. How did you find me? How did you know I was here in this hospital? Mary. Mary, listen to me. But you died in that explosion. I think that's why I ran out into the street, into the traffic. I didn't care about anything. Mary, you gotta listen to me. Did you put those packages I gave you down in Mexico into your straw suitcase? Of course, Andrew. Did you bring them across the border? All right. They didn't even stop me. Why should they? There was nothing wrong. You said there was nothing wrong. Where's the straw suitcase? I don't know, Andrew. You don't know? Please. I knew my shoulder was broken when I was hit. You gotta know, Mary. I was unconscious. You gotta know. You hear me? Tell me where it is. Andrew. Andrew. Hey, what's going on in here? Yeah, What? Oh, it's only John King, honey. What you crying about? This here's John King, who is a sweet guy. Hey, yeah, I'm John King. Hey, Dr. Fool. Get back to that door. This is Andrew King, his twin brother. Hey, hey, hey. Don't let him get down those stairs. Yeah. Andrew King, smuggler. End of chapter. Then you're really Mr. A detective. You never meant me any harm. Anytime. Why, sure, honey. That's me. I don't never mean no girl, no harm, no time. He sure is my sidekick. Jack Pack. Yes. I've seen you in my dreams, too. Dreams? The last couple of days, I've told Andrew here all about sin. Andrew. Now, that's all right. She wants to call me Andrew. What difference does it make, John? Andrew, as long as Mary loves me and as I've loved her ever since she was nine years old, live next door. But this dream. Well, when I tried to run across Sunset Boulevard and was hit by a car, I guess I was out of my head. Here in the hospital. I had dreamed. Oh, I thought Andrew came in here and threatened me. He wanted my straw suitcase. I thought he hurt me. And then you two came running in. I heard gunshots and running. I thought Andrew was killed. Isn't that an awful dream? Oh, terrible. I still think it really happened. Except here he is, standing right by my bed, holding my hand. Andrew. John, what does it mean? But what did happen to the suitcase? The hospital attendants put it away. Some policemen came and got it. Must have been very important. They handled it like it was full of gold. It was important. Evidence in that suitcase is going to smash one of the biggest narcotic smuggling rings in the country. Mary's not involved? No. All Mary's involved in is getting. Well, and getting married to Andrew. By all means, getting married. That's what the mother superior at the convent said. It's a man's world. You belong to the world. A girl must find her man and belong to him. I found my man, haven't I, Andrew? That's right, Mary. Call him what you will. Rufus found the right man. But definitely you have just heard I Love Adventure. A new Carlton E. Morse production featuring Michael Rto as Jack Thacker and Barton Yarborough as Doc Long. Next week, incident number 12, entitled A Hearse on the highway at a fair of hijacking and death. Other players in tonight's show included Peggy Weber, Lou Krugman, Russell Thorson, Jay Novello, Janet Scott, Nan Boardman and Frank Richards. 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