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The Falcon and Frontier Gentleman
The Relic Radio Show begins with The Case Of The Double Exposure, from The Adventures Of The Falcon. This episode aired October 29, 1950. (29:36) Our second story is Nasty People, the November 2, 1958, episode of Frontier Gentleman. https://traffic.libsyn.com/forcedn/e55e1c7a-e213-4a20-8701-21862bdf1f8a/RelicRadio939.mp3 Download RelicRadio939 | Subscribe | Spotify | Support The Relic Radio Show If you’d like to support Relic Radio, please [...]
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Ed Herlihy
This is the Relic radio show. Old time radio entertainment. Still standing the test of time from relicradio.com with another hour of radio drama. This is the relic radio show. Thanks for joining me this Tuesday. We'll begin with the adventures of the Falcon this week and hear the case of the double extreme exposure. His story from October 29, 1950. After that it's Frontier Gentlemen and Nasty people. His episode from November 2, 1958. The Kraft Foods company brings you the adventures of the Falcon, starring Les Damon. Hello? Yes, this is the Falcon speaking. Oh, Lois, I'm glad you called. You'll have to include me out tonight, angel. I've sorta got a date with a blonde. What do I mean sorta? Well, I'm not sure of her. You see, this gal likes to leave her man hanging. This is Ed Herlihy, friends, inviting you on behalf of the Kraft Foods company to listen to the adventures of the Falcon. You met the Falcon first in his best selling novels. Then you saw him in his thrilling motion picture series. Now join him on the air when the Falcon solves the case of the double exposure. Sunday afternoon and time for another thrilling adventure of the Falcon. But first, a word about another kind of adventure. An adventure in flavor. For right now at your grocer's, there's a wonderful new salad oil for use in your homemade salad dressings, your cooking, your baking. It's craft salad oil. The first salad oil ever offered for your home use by the makers of all those wonderful craft prepared dressings. Now, craft salad oil is more than just a new oil. It's a new kind of oil. A lighter bodied oil to mix quickly and perfectly with all other ingredients. That's because it's not just refined, it's super refined by a special process created by craft. Yes, super fine. To put new magic into the salad dressings you make yourself into those wonderful chiffon cakes you pride yourself on. Into every home recipe that calls for liquid shortening. Don't wait to get acquainted with Kraft salad Oil. Look for the bottle with the beautiful label. Tomorrow at your groceries, get Kraft salad oil. And now, the case of the double exposure. It is early Sunday evening in New York and a black chauffeur driven sedan tears along one of the more deserted roads of the Bronx. In the back seat, a gentleman relaxes. His name is James Acaro. Mr. Acaro is a man who knows his way around. But at the moment, he has begun to have his doubts. Sir Ralph, wasn't that Marshall of Parkway? I guess it was, Mr. Aquero. What are we doing here? I told you I wanted to go to Eileen Chambers place. I must have misunderstood you. Wait a minute. You're not Ralph? No. Where is he? Let's just say he was indisposed, so he sent me in his place. Stop the car. Anything you say, Mr. Caro. What do you think you're doing? I'm gonna open the door for you. What for? I'm not getting out. I got 500 bucks and a gun that says you're wrong. What's the idea? Ah, you know, you're just trying to make conversation. All right, Arquero, out of the car. Okay. Tell me something, pal. Sure, but stay where you are and keep your hands at your side. Can I smoke? Yeah, but never mind reaching in your coat pocket. You can have one of mine. Here. You spare a light? Why not? Happy now? Yeah. I just wanted to get a look at you. I don't think it's gonna do you much good, Mr. Akira. You never can tell. Your name's Ford, ain't it? Well, I'm flattered. I didn't think a big shot like you would know a peasant like me. Who you working for? None of your business. You're one of Marvin Draper's boys, aren't you? Who? Marvin Draper. Ah, come on, Ford, admit it. What he got to lose? You all through with that cigarette? You're the boy who took care of my partner, too. I don't know what you're talking about. Eddie Hutton. They tell me six months ago he took a dive in the Hudson River. Forgot to come up. Now, how could that happen? Maybe because he was wearing a cement bathing suit. I wouldn't know, Mr. Akira. That's out of my line. Now let's get this over with. Okay, Ford. But I'd like to ask you one other favor. What? Well, maybe. You hear I'm kind of proud of this face. I wouldn't like it to mess it up. How about giving it to me in the back of the head, huh? That's a reasonable request. I don't see why I can't accommodate you. Turn around. You ready? Wait a minute, Ford. Can you work a little closer? Why not? How's this? I can see I'm practically on top of you now. That's all I wanted to know. Let go. I said let go. Go be nice to people. Who's there? Open up for it. It's the police. Oh, sure. Just a second. Well, if it ain't Sergeant Corbett. Darned if it ain't. It's on your mind, Sergeant. Where were you? At 9:00 tonight, right here. Now that's interesting. Why do you suppose Jimmy, our Caro, told us you were with him. What? You're pretty careless, fella. Next time you leave a man for dead, you better take a saliva test. What are you talking about? He was found by a prowl car 20 minutes after you left. You're lying. I pumped. Go on, Ford. What were you gonna say? You pumped two slugs in him, sure, but he didn't die instantly. He was obliging enough to stick around for that prowl car and give him your name before it kicked off. Who you trying to kid? Don't believe me, huh? And how would I know that our Caro put up a battle before you killed him. Yeah, crazy. And you're careless. You should wear overalls when you're working. What's that spot doing on your pants? Where? Right near the cuff. Don't tell me it's lipstick. Come on, get wise to yourself, Ford. You're through. Your only chance is to play ball with us. No, I'm telling you yes. Did Marv Draper put you up to this? Come on, Ford, don't be a patsy. Why should Draper get away while you burn? Draper had nothing to do with it. Then who hired you? I don't know. You don't know? Help me, Sergeant. It's the truth. When I got home last night, there was an envelope opened up my door with five bills in it and a note. What kind of a note? Said, if I knocked off our car, It'll be another 500 a night. Was there? No. Where's the original note? I tore it up. You're lying. Why should I? Listen, you punk. I want the truth. Who hired you to kill Jimmy Ar? I tell you, I don't know. Well, until I find out, I'm going to make it so hot for you that when you sit in that seat at Sing Sing, you'll think you're squatting on an ice box. Now let's. Yes? I'm looking for Mike Waring. Who? Well, you know, the one they call the Falcon. What's your name, angel? Eileen Chambers. Are you Waring? Yes, I'm afraid so. Come in. Take off your coat. Thanks. Pardon? I was just thinking out loud. You wouldn't care for drink? No. You sure? Positive. You sound like a girl who knows her own mind. I do? Yeah. I was afraid of that. What can I do for you, Eileen? Eileen. An efficiency expert once told me that by calling women by their first name during a year, I might save as much as three seconds well, there's no telling. He thought it might be as much as 5. What's in your mind, Eileen? Take a look at this. Certified copy of last will and testament of James A. Caro. Where'd you get this? From Mr. Arque's attorney. You benefit under the will. Read the last paragraph. Everything else I own I leave to my good friend and partner, Eddie Hutton. However, in the event of Eddie Hutton's death before mine, then I desire my estate to go to my protege, Eileen Chambers. Not bad. You like it? I'm crazy about it. How much did a Caro leave? What's your guess? Around a million. It's closer to two. Well, that's really worth shooting for, isn't it? Just what is that supposed to mean? Oh, when Joey Ford bumped a Caro, he really did you a favor. I don't like that kind of talk, Mr. Waring. Mr. Arque was a very dear friend of mine. Were you related? No. He had no family. He was interested in my voice. He thought I had the making of a great singer. Well, just goes to prove you can't judge by appearances. Now, I never would have taken Jimmy for a patron of the arts. But, oh, well, that's beside the point. How do I come into this? Well, when I spoke to our Caro's lawyer this morning, he showed a very strange reluctance to pay off. And you can't blame him, Eileen. Who can't? I think he's got something up his sleeve, and I want to find out what it is. Seems pretty obvious Ford hasn't told the cops who he was working for. It was Marvin Draper. On the other hand. Suppose it was you. What? Well, let's face it, Angel Akira's lawyer must have thought of that possibility. And so will the police. Under our Caro's will, you come into quite a bundle. Well, that was just an accident. Eddie Hutton would have gotten it all if he hadn't died before Jimmy. But he did, Eileen, and we mustn't forget it. According to the grapevine, Eddie Hutton died in October, about two months after this will was drawn. So you see where that places you. But that's just a temporary delay, isn't it? Once Ford confesses who hired him to kill our Caro, I should have no trouble. None at all, Eileen. Unless, of course, he names you. Say Mr. Mr. Who, me? Yeah. You hadn't have a match with you? I think so. Yeah. Thanks. It's all right. Keep the whole pack if you want to keep your health. You'll behave yourself. What is this? Just walk around the Corner. I got a car waiting. Why bother? I can get a cab. Don't be cute. You've read enough books to know why I'm keeping this hand in my pocket. Oh, yes. Forgive the oversight. I'll start walking. Look, friend, I don't want to be difficult, but you got the wrong boy. You're Mike wearing the Falcon, aren't you? Yeah. Well, then don't worry about any mistakes. My brother wants to talk to you. Your brother? Yeah, he's waiting for you in the car. Here he is, Eddie. Nice going, Alex. Get in, Waring. I sure'll be glad to. All right, Alex, let's go. Right. Any place in particular you want Alex to drop you? Waring? Police headquarters would be fine. I'm afraid that's a little out of our way. All right. Now, look. What's this all about? Don't tell me you don't recognize me. No, I can't say I do. Such is fame. To think only six months ago my picture was all over the front pages. Hey, wait a second. Yes? You're Jimmy Okaro's partner. Eddie Hutton. You hear that, Alex? Yeah, you're the man. A cigar? But I thought I was at the bottom of the Hudson River. You can't believe anything you read these days, can you? I heard Marvin Draper took care of you. He was thinking of it, so I thought I'd better disappear. What made you come back? I got a wire from Alex this morning telling me that our Caro was dead and you were working for Eileen Chambers. My, my, how news travels. If you got a fee out of her, you ought to return it. Why? Because you can't earn it. 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Mike waring. Well, this is a surprise. I didn't think I'd hear from you for quite a while. Well, I told you I was a fast worker. I've got bad news for you, angel. Bad news? As you know, that 2 million bucks you were counting on. Don't. I don't understand you. Eddie Hutton is alive. Oh, so you're a comic, too. I'm not kidding. I saw him not more than an hour ago. All right, I give up. What's the gag? No gag. Don't talk like a fool, Mike. Eddie hutton's at the bottom of the Hudson river. Oh, not by a long shot. I'm sorry, Eileen. Still, it was awfully nice knowing you. Maybe we can get together on something else. Listen, Waring, you won't get away with this double cross. You're wrong, angel. I don't believe in threats. Before you make one. Hold the phone. Huh? There's someone at my door. Speak of the devil. I want to talk to you, Waring. There's no point in playing a repeat engagement. Hutton. I've already convinced you're alive. I was just telling Eileen. Is. Is she here? No, I'm talking to her on the phone. Well, tell her. Tell her. What's the matter with you, Hutton? Hutton? Eileen, you still there? Yes. I'm not through with you. No, I'll say you're not. Forget what I told you about Eddie Hutton. But you said he wasn't dead. That was 20 seconds ago. Now he's gone and done it. Yeah. Marvin Draper. And that's right. Who are you? Mike Waring. Well, come in. Thank you. This is a pleasure, Mr. Waring. I've heard a great deal about you. I've heard a lot about you, Draper. Believe me, sir, I've done nothing to deserve it. Just a little boy from down south Came up to see the big city, huh? You're mocking me, Mr. Waring. You don't like that? No. So if that's all you came here for. Not quite. I thought we could talk a little business. I'm a private detective. Well, then you're wasting your time. I don't need one. You never know. Now, don't tell me that fellow who killed our caro confessed. He was hired by me. No, but Remember a man named Eddie Hutton? Vaguely. And I wouldn't be surprised if the police want to talk to you about his murder. They're a little late, aren't they? Yeah, well, they Couldn't help themselves. His body just turned up an hour ago. Where? At my place. That's very amusing. I don't think so. You mean you can't see the comic possibilities in a man returning from the bottom of the Hudson? He wasn't at the bottom. He was in hiding. Oh, well, then the police did me a great injustice when they queried me about his disappearance. You think I ought to sue them for the embarrassment they caused me? Oh, I'd wait, Draper, because they're bound to cause you a lot more. They couldn't prosecute you then because they had no corpus. They licked to you. What do you think they'll say when I tell them there's one in my apartment? Well, I'm not a gambling man, sir, but I wouldn't mind risking a few barb wagering. I know what they'll tell you. Yeah? What? That you're crazy, Mr. Waring. Now, you just see if they don't help me. Mike, you must be out of your mind to think I'd swallow a yarn like that. I tell you, Sergeant, Eddie Hutton's body is in my apartment. How about Judge Crater? He there too? All right, all right. Be smart. But when your boys get back. What boys? Well, didn't you send a detail to my place after I called you? Are you kidding? Listen, Corbett, I'm not clowning. No, I don't think you are. What's your angle, Mike? Angle? Must have one. You're working for Draper. Would I come here if I were? I represent a girl named Eileen Chambers. Oh, she. Jimmy Ocaro left her some dough in his will. Is that so? Oh, now, look, Corbett, she didn't kill him. You said she collected under his will. Well, that doesn't mean anything. Has Ford talked yet? No. I'm beginning to think that story of his about the 500 bucks in the envelope is true. But you do believe Draper was behind that? Yeah. Okay, then this is your one chance to nail him. How? Through the murder of Eddie Hutton. You're gonna start that again? Listen, Sergeant, suppose Hutton was seen around town today. So? So this was a perfect spot for Draper to act. Somehow he poisoned him. Poisoned? Well, that's the only thing I could figure out. There wasn't a mark on the body. That makes a lot of sense. A man sits down with a guy he knows wants to kill him and lets himself be poisoned just like that? All right, all right. Maybe he wasn't poisoned. I'm no doctor. Draper could have killed him a hundred different ways. Look, why don't we Go over to my place and you can see for yourself. Okay, Mike, I'll go along with the gag. All I ask is one thing. I got no sense of humor. So be sure and tell me when to laugh. Oh. What's the matter Mike? Having trouble? No, I got it now. Wait. Let's turn on the light. Sir. Where's Hutton? You blind? He's right there. But hey, he's gone. Is this where I start to giggle? I give you my word, Sergeant. He was right on the floor there. Very funny. I haven't laughed so hard. Don't be a SAP. You think I'd bring you up here on a wild goose chase? No, that's what bothers me. What do you mean? You're not the kind of a boy who goes in for practical jokes. He must have had a reason for this. And when I find out what it is. Wait a minute. What for? Did you bring that copy of Eddie Hutton's fingerprints with you? Yeah. When Hutton keeled over, his hand hit the top of my desk. So what? So he wasn't wearing gloves at the time. Where'd your fingerprint kit? Get me a glass of water. You need water to run the test? No, I'm thirsty. Oh yeah? Well hurry it up, will ya? How you doing? Be throwin a second. If you don't find a copy of Hutton's prints on that desk, I'll eat it. Okay, Mike, start eating. This desk is absolutely clean. Hearty appetite, pal. This is Ed Herlihy again. Friends, I do want to tell you something I'm sure you mothers especially will want to know. It's how to get the finest cheese food you can buy for your family. It's simple really. Just be sure you buy Velveeta, Kraft's delicious pasteurized processed cheese food. Velveeta tastes good and it's so good for you too. For Velveeta is rich in important food values from milk and it's as digestible as milk itself. So it's perfect anytime for snacks, sandwiches and grand hot dishes. Try it. Won't you mother make Velveeta your handy helper. Just be sure you get genuine Velveeta, the pasteurized processed cheese food of top quality made by Kraft. Now back to the adventures of the Vulcan. A short while ago, Mike was dumbfounded when after promising Sergeant Corbett the body of Eddie Hutton, he discovered he couldn't deliver. For the body was gone without a trace. And understandably enough, the good sergeant sees very little humor in the situation. Now let me tell you something, Mike. You're not going to get away with this. If you think it can pull a stunt like this and make me the stool. Your mind, Sergeant. Oh, that's good. That's good coming from you. I tell you Eddie Hutton's body was here. Draper must have removed it. He would send a squad when I called you. Give me that. Now you're talking like a child. Why would I dream up a story like that about Hutton? I told you how his brother Alex hijacked me this afternoon. Well, for your information, Alex Hutton is in Florida. He's what? Yeah, he was picked up there a couple of days ago for making book. Before they let him go, they wired us if we wanted him for anything. So if you've got anything else to say. Shut up. Who do you think you're talking to? I'm sorry, Corbin. I didn't mean it that way. You see what I see? Where? On the carpet under the sofa. That pocket comb? Yes. That's not mine. Someone must have kicked it there. Where's your fingerprint? Office and mine. What have you got to lose? All right, now, don't touch it. You got enough powder? Yeah. Well, can't you be quiet for a minute? Well, what do you know? There's a right thumb and forefinger on here. Look at this copy. They both belong to Eddie Hutton. Well, what did I tell you? I take it all back. Where's your telephone? Come in. Hello, Waring. So he was in Florida, huh? Say, what goes on here? You're just the boy I want to see. Alex. Sergeant, meet Alex Hutton. Is he the one? Yeah, he's the one. I want to talk to you, Alex. Well, that makes us even, because I want to talk to you. Where's my brother Eddie? Who did you think I meant? He's not here. I can see that for myself. But where is he? He left my place two hours ago and said he was coming here. Well? Well, he hasn't been back since. That's easy to understand. Alex. He's dead. I don't like those kind of jokes, Waring. It's the truth. Alex, I'm asking you for the last time. Where's my brother? I told you, he's dead. You just won't be serious, will you, Ike? All right. You better put away the rod, Alex. This man's a sergeant with the New York Police. Yeah, and I got a badge, too. I asked you a question, Waring, and I answered it to the best of my ability. Eddie's dead, and you better reconcile yourself to it. Who killed him? I don't Know maybe Marvin Draper. Yeah, maybe it was your client, Eileen Chambers. Why should she? I suppose you forgot all about Jimmy Arcaro's will. Now with Eddie out of the way, she's gonna be sittin pretty. You got a point there. Well, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, friend. Eileen isn't gonna live to spend a dime of that money. You better watch your step, Alex. They can burn you for this. Shall I tell you something, Waring? If I can get Eileen, it'll be worth it. I'll be seeing your friends. Well, well, well, if it isn't Alex Hutton. You're surprised, Eileen? Not particularly. Come in. Let me have your coat. No, no thanks baby. I don't think I'll be staying very long. That's where you're wrong, Alex. What's the idea of the gun? I'm just beating you to the drawer. Are you crazy? Well, wasn't that what you came here for? Of course not. Well then why do you suppose Mike Waring made up the story? Like Waring? That's right. You talk to him. How? For a smart boy, Alex, you made an awful boner. Didn't you ever hear of the telephone? Great invention. He didn't call. Oh yes he did. He should be here any minute. Oh, there. That's probably him now. Come in. Hi Eileen. Hello Mike. Who is your friend? Oh, that's right, you haven't met, have you? Eileen, this is Sergeant Corbett. Glad know you, Ms. Chambers. Isn't she a great gal, Sergeant? Look how she's in command of the situation. Just like the Marines in Korea. Aren't you proud of me? Oh angel, what a question. You're all in this together. You better be careful with those accusations, Alex. Let me have the cannon, Eileen. What for? Well, that's an awfully big gun for a little girl like you to carry. Oh, I don't mind. Don't think I'm swallowing this routine because I'm not. You're all partners. Where's our motive? Two million bucks that Jimmy Arcuro left my brother. Sure, you hired Ford to kill Jimmy and then one of your poisoned Eddie. You're wrong, Alex. Yeah, but then where is he? Where he's been for the past six months. At the bottom of the Hudson. What are you babbling about? That guy who died over at my place was a plant you dug up for the occasion. You nuts, Mike? Next you'll be saying he hired Ford to kill Jimmy Arcaro too. Why, Sergeant, how did you guess? You took the words right out of my mouth. Now admit It. Eileen, isn't this cozy? I still don't see why we couldn't have brought your friend along. My friend? Mm. Sergeant Corbett. I think he's cute. Oh, really, Eileen, you disappoint me. Why? Have I told you some of the things I know about Corbett? I'd much rather you told me about Alex Hutton. Believe me, he's a much nicer guy. Even though he did hire Ford to kill Jimmy Okaro. Why? Well, so that Acaro's will would go into effect. You see, under its terms, if Eddie Hutton was alive at the time, he'd come into everything. That's why Alex showed up with his brother's double. Well, why did he kill him later? The man had performed his purpose. All Alex wanted to establish was that his brother lived longer than a Carol. In that way, your interest would be wiped out and everything would then go to Eddie Hutton. Well, how did that affect Alex? Well, if Eddie Hutton survived a caro, the money would go to Eddie's next of kin. Not to me. No. So naturally, Alex tried to convince us that his brother had lived longer than a caro. Once he had me convinced, he removed the body. Why? Well, he couldn't afford let it be found again because then it would be easy to prove the man was a phony. But with my story that I had talked to Eddie Hutton today, plus the fingerprints on the pocket comb he planted in my apartment, Alex had all he needed to substantiate his case. Well, what was his mistake? Oh, well, he made several. For one thing, he knew that the man who died in my place was a victim of poisoning. Well, how could he know that when he'd never seen the body? Then his hokey threat about killing you was a boner too. Don't you think he meant it? No, of course not. He did that for effect. He wanted to show us he was all broken up over his brother's death and that he felt you were responsible. You don't really believe he forgot? We could telephone ahead and warn you. He wanted us to stop him. Now, Alex wasn't taking any chances of getting in trouble with 2 million bucks in sight. Which now belongs to me. Which now belongs to you. Does that take care of all your questions? All but one. Just ask it, angel. What time is it? 10 o'clock. Why? I don't want to be late for my appointment with Sergeant Corbett. You don't mean that. Uh huh. He's waiting for me at the Belvedere. What's he got that I haven't got? Me and $2 million. Good night, Mike. 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As a reporter for the London Times, he writes his colorful and unusual stories. But as a man with a gun, he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the New Territories. Now starring John Dana. This is the story of J.B. kendall. Frontier gentlemen. My rain making friend, Darby Bullman had offered to take me into partnership in a new venture, namely water divining. The discovery of hidden springs and wells by methods known only to Mr. Bullman. I declined with thanks and hastily set out alone for the town of Independence, which I knew to lie some 20 miles distant. I hoped to arrive before dark, but my horse had gone slightly lame and I faced the depressing prospect of camping hungry in a steadily falling rain. But a few minutes later, I was cheered at the sight of a dim glow of light in the gathering covering dusk and came upon a frame building surrounded by a stand of willowy trees. I tied up my horse, knocked at the door, was immediately opened by a pleasant looking young man of about 20. Evening, sir. Good evening. You look a mite wet. Come on in. Thank you. Oh, there's a store? Yes, sir. Not much of a one. Only place between Independence and Osage. Mission for supplies. Ah. Where are you bound? Independence. Tonight? Well, if I can. I wouldn't try if I was you. Trails washed out a couple of miles up the way. Less than you know it. Good. You can get bogged down pretty bad. Ah. Then would there be any possibility of putting up here for the night? Oh, I don't know. I'll have to ask Pa. Me and my PA and Ma and Sally, we live in the back. Ain't a heap of room oh, well, I wouldn't want to put you out. The barn would be fine if you have one. We'll see. What Pa says. We take care of travelers once in a while. What is it, son? Fella here, his horse is lame. Wants to know if we can bed him down for the night. My name is Kendall. I'd be very grateful. Howdy, Albert. Grover. Here's my son, William. You don't mind a shakedown in the storeroom? Taint the most comfortable? No, I'm sure it'll do nicely. William, tell your mats at another place for dinner. Sure, Pa. I'll want to pay you, of course. Well, I ain't exactly in the hotel business, but I reckon a dollar will take care of it. Bed and food. Thank you. Oh, and is there a place for the horse? William can put him in the barn. You better make it another 50 cents if you want feed for the horse. Oh, yes, of course. Where are you from? No particular place. Just traveling salesman, newspaper correspondent. Got a foreign town near? Talk I came from England. You got any tobacco to sell? New bales just come in. How much? Pound, I guess. Sack of flour and coffee. Pound don't mind waiting a minute, do you? I gotta get the tobacco out of the storeroom. I'll wait. You want to come on back with me, Mr. Kendall? I'll get my saddlebag first. You do that. Well, mighty nice rain we're having, ain't it? Yes. Mister. You a stranger in these parts? Yes. You figured to stay here for the night? Yes. Don't do it. Don't. Why not? Listen, you think I'd have stopped off if I wasn't plumb out of provisions? Nobody in their right mind comes around the Grovers and they can help it. Oh, why, I don't know. All the while it. But there's them say peculiar things happen. Things. Don't ask me what I don't know. All I'm telling you is I've heard, that's all. Dark things. For example, that Mrs. Grover. You seen her? Not yet. Still tongued woman in a girl. They say she's got away with ghosts and the like. Ghost? Go on, laugh. Maybe you'll laugh when you wake up murdered in the night. Oh, as bad as that? These folks been seen riding this way that's never been seen again. Murdered by the Grover family. There's talk, obviously. I give you a warning. As soon as I get my provisions, I'm putting distance between me and this place. You got the sense you was born with, you'll do the same. Good evening, you're Mr. Kendall? Yes, that's right. I'm Sally Grover. My brother says that you're staying with us tonight. Yes. My mother asks if you'll be satisfied with meat pie. Would you rather have a plate of beef? Oh, whichever is convenient. I don't want to put you into any trouble. No trouble. Meat pie then. Thank you. I'll tell mother. Are you being attended, sir? Fine. I'm just fine. Yes, ma'am. Very well. Dinner will be in about a half an hour. Mr. Timber. Thank you. You get a good look at them eyes? Rather nice eyes. I thought, Mr. York. Plum Loco. They burn through you like a brand in iron. Got a gun on you? Yes. Best keep it under your head tonight. No telling. Yes, I. I'll remember. Man, I'd have to be drunker and $700 to stay in this place tonight. I'll accept your word for it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I want to take care of my horse. I sure wish you luck, mister. I surely do. Yes, the same to you. That you, Mr. Kendall? Oh, yes. Come out the back and get your horse. Better down. You want to lead him? I'll show you the way. Right. Sure is a big rain. Got time too. Getting drier. And a dust storm around here. Yeah, so I've heard. What was that? What? It sounded like somebody crying out. I guess I'm so used to it. Don't mean nothing. That's a little old owl up to the top of the barn. Guess he killed himself a mouse or something. Don't let that Bother you none, Mr. Kendall. Come on. Better get that horse of yours out of the wet. Lesson he catches his death of all Baby filters cigarettes Kent filters best Kent filters best it makes good sense when you smoke Kent Kent filters best of all of the brands of cigarettes Kent tastes the best Kentucky Kent tastes the best A richer taste than all the rest Kent filter best it makes good sense when you smoke Kent a ball lady filter sing cigarettes Kent filters best I left young William Grover to rub down the horse and feed him. By the time I returned to the house, the stranger had gone. I met Mrs. Grover, a tall dark haired woman, severe, unsmiling. And a few minutes later we were seated at the table eating an excellent meat pie. The father applied himself diligently to the task of eating. William chatted constantly. And Sally, olive skinned, tall as her mother, quite beautiful, watched me across the table, an odd smile on her lips. I set eyes on him. I said, now that fella, he ain't from around here. He's maybe Town folks. And he don't know the screech of owl and I'm sure of it. Ain't that so, Mr. Kenneth? It was rather an odd sound. What sound? Owl in the barn. Be quiet, William. Oh, no. We were taking my horse to the barn, Mrs. Grover. I thought I heard a cry. Your son told me about the owl in the barn. That was wrong. More pie? You eat too fast, Alfred. Which paper do you write, Mr. Kendall? The London Times. I never read the London Times, Sal. She's real educated, Mr. Kendall. At school she does a cider reading. You believe in spirits, Mr. Kendall? Why? You believe that the dead can return. I've never given it much thought, Ms. Grover. Don't let her get started, Mr. Kendall. William, he'll be needing more wood for the stove. Yes, Ma. And put on your hat. Keep the chill off your head, boys. Yes, Ma. Mighty fine meat pie, Mother. Very good. If you're finished, Mr. Kendall, I'll take your plate. Thank you, Sally. Coffee. How come you're traveling this way, Kendall? You got friends and independents? No, it happens to be the closest town. I'm not quite sure what I'll do when I get there. What do you write? Mostly about things I've seen. Country people. Have you ever written about things that you can't see? Do you know about such, Mr. Kendall? I'll. No lecturing tonight, girl. Leave the man in peace. Not at all, Mr. Grover. I'd like to discuss it. I don't have to listen. I got chores. What about your coffee? Later. I know you're not a believer. I can see it in your eyes, Mr. Kendall. Perhaps you can convince me. Ms. Grover. You're laughing at me. Indeed. No, I'm most interested. You should be, Mr. Kendall. You only write of the living. There's more. I've written of the dead. There's still more. Tell me about it. I don't know for how long she talked. Strange thoughts, half formed ideas, philosophies. I was conscious of the depth of her eyes and remembered the words of the stranger like branding irons. Candlelight flickered on the wall and I was suddenly aware that we were alone in the room. Mrs. Grover had disappeared. There was only the sound of the girl's voice. Drum of rain, crackle of burning wood in the stove. Then she became silent. Nothing I've said, nothing's made you understand the experiences and things that have happened to you. Quite possibly true. I think I'd have to see and hear for myself, though. People here believe in me. I've looked you for miles around they're afraid of me too. Is that good? If you knew, you'd be afraid. Is that what you want? People to fear you? I would have thought that a girl like you, pretty, intelligent, pretty. It's really all you see in me, isn't it? All any man sees. You'd like to make love to me. No. No, I don't think so. No. You're a little too direct for me, Ms. Brova. Why shouldn't I be direct? I'm different. I'm not like other women, am I? No, you're not. Perhaps in a way it's a pity. If I were like the others, you'd want to make love to me. You're not. You may kiss me. No. Why? Because you don't know how to behave like a woman. I don't understand. Someday you will. Why did you come here? My horse went lame. Raining too far to ride tonight. Go away. Why? I don't know. You're not like the others. Go away. What others? It's past time for your bed, Sally. You'll be wantin your own sleep, Mr. Kendall. Early to bed, early to rise. Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Good night. Come on and go, go go In a Plymouth, a Go cart through and through you really go, go go for a Plymouth and Plymouth will really go for you. 15 minutes behind the wheel that's all it takes to convince you that the 59 Plymouths really got it. Got the newest of new design, new sport car handling ease, new fury performance, new get up and go. Just tell your Plymouth dealer you want to sample the Go. Then you turn the key and Plymouth's new golden commando V8 leaps into life. Now you just push a button and go on your way to the Most fun filled 15 minutes of your driving life. See your Plymouth dealer take your fun drive in the 59 Plymouth real soon you really go, go, go for a Plymouth and Plymouth will really go for you I lay on my cot in the cold little storeroom shadows wavering on the wall in the uncertain light of the sputtering candle. Somewhere a shutter rattled in a gust of wind. The rain had stopped. Only a dripping from the leafless trees, the wind, uneasy sounds and I felt under the blanket row which served as a pillow. Then I heard it, somebody outside my door. And drew out my gun. The latch slowly, slowly raising. Do you know how close you were to entering that spirit world of yours? Not that you'd be asleep. No. I want you to go now. You said that before. Why? I can't tell you. Has it anything to do with what the stranger said to me before he left. Stranger? The man came in to buy provisions. He told me to leave too. Warned me. Badass. Yes. What did he say? Something about people disappearing. I gather that you and your family are not overly popular. You're not like the others, are you? What do you mean? I want to be like the woman you said I'm not. If I tell you, will you go away? Will you take. Take me with you. Tell me what? I want. To be loved. I'm afraid what I am. Take me with you. Tell me what? Lestrange. You'll understand. It's not my fault. I want to go away. I've always wanted to. Others came here. They know about me because I'm pretty. You didn't come because of that, did you? He didn't either. He was a stranger too. Who? Over there, behind Babe. The stranger I had seen a few hours earlier was lying huddled against the wall surrounded by bales of tobacco, sacks of flour and sugar. His head had been smashed in and his throat was cut. I sensed the girl at my shoulders. They didn't have time to take him outside. They were afraid you'd hear, see you were in the barn. Why you take me with you? Listen to me. Why have they done this? The money. I get yours too. The others. You said there were others. How many? I don't remember. Will you take me with you? Now? Before they come to do it? You murdered them. No. Pa and William, they do the killing. The others weren't like you, though. I didn't care if they died. I always had to die first. When are they coming for me, do you know? Soon. They know that you're with me? Yes. We can go now. Before they come. I don't think so. It'll kill you. No. Yes. They're very good at it. What about your mother? She's not my mother. Just the woman Paul married. I don't like her. Get over in the corner. Not a sound, you understand? Go on. Stay out of the way. Over here. Dad. Not really. Are you? Oh, William. Oh, come back. Come back. Get up. Come on, Sally, get up. You go away now. You take me with you. If you're with me, they won't come back. They'll be afraid. Drop down your gun. Mr. Kendall. Come over to me. Sally. Ma, he's gonna take me away. I want to go. Don't shoot him. You obey me. Sally, get out of the way. No. No. I hate you. I'm kidding you. Is she dead? Is she? Yes. I'm glad she'll come back again. They all will. They won't hurt you anymore. You take me away now. Yes. I'll behave like a woman. I won't tell you. Kiss me. I'd like to. I want to. Yes. She smiled, closed her eyes, and quietly died. When I went outside, the moon was out. The air smelled fresh and clean. And very faintly, I thought I heard the voice of a girl calling to me. Frontier Gentlemen was written, produced and directed by Anthony Ellis and stars John Dana as JB Kendall. Featured in the cast were Virginia Gregg, Eddie Firestone, Polly Bear, Paula Winslow and Vic Perrin. Join us again next week for another report from the Frontier Gentleman. Bud Sewell speaking. Drive with care. Nobody has a life to spare. This is the CBS Radio Network. That's the Relic Radio show for this week. There's more from the Falcon Frontier Gentlemen, this podcast and all of the Relic radio podcasts@ Relicradio.com you can donate through the website while you're there if you'd like to help support this and all of the shows. Thank you. As always to those who have helped out. Thanks for joining me this week. I'll be back tomorrow with an hour of mystery on Case Closed and next Tuesday with our next episode of the Relic Radio Show.