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Theater Five and Rocky Jordan
This week, Theater Five starts us off with Panic, their story from April 15, 1964. (21:45) We conclude with The Return Of Toni, from Rocky Jordan. That one aired February 5, 1950. https://traffic.libsyn.com/forcedn/e55e1c7a-e213-4a20-8701-21862bdf1f8a/RelicRadio951.mp3 Download RelicRadio951 | Subscribe | Spotify | Support The Relic Radio Show If you’d like to support Relic Radio, please consider a donation at Donate.RelicRadio.com. It makes this [...]
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Fred Foy
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 Shows. 60 minutes of radio drama every Tuesday. Relicradio.com Our first story comes from theater five this week. We'll hear their episode from April 15th, 1964, titled Panic. After that, it's Rocky, Jordan and the return of Tony. That story aired February 5, 1950. Theater Five presents Panic. Mad Cora, you think you're insane just because you thought you parked your car on one side of the street and found you'd parked it on the other. But I was so terribly sure. A lapse of memory happens to everybody. But why go to pieces over something like that? Look, Cora, it's late. How about giving your future husband a nightcap? And then I'll be on my way. All right? Darling, your whiskey or brandy or. Oh, no. What is it? No. What is it? Why are you staring at that picture? There were three children playing. What? In the picture, there were three children playing. Or you can see for yourself. There are only two. But there were three. I know there were. When I bought that painting a few days ago, I remember thinking how nicely balanced the scene was because of the third figure. Didn't you notice it when I showed it to you? I'm afraid I didn't pay much attention, but I'm not much of an art lover. There were three, Bill. There were three. Easy now. Now, this is silly. I know how we can settle this. Steve has seen the painting, hasn't he? Well, let me just call him and then. No, he's playing cards at his club. He won't be home until 1 or 2 in the morning anyhow. I don't care what Steve says or what you say. There were three. All right, all right. There were three. There were 30. No. Oh, it doesn't matter, Cora. All that matters to me, sweetheart, is you. And you can't let yourself go to pieces like this. Oh, Bill. Bill, look, you're just emotionally upset. It's nothing serious. My mother. That has nothing to do with you. Oh, sure, you're emotionally high strung the way your mother was. But, Cory, believe me, there's nothing wrong with you. Then. Then how. How do you account for nerves? What else? Just nerves. After what you've been through this past month, you're exhausted physically, emotionally, every way. Look, what you need right now is a good night's sleep. I couldn't sleep. You must. Now, go on, take a sedative and dunk yourself in for the night, huh? Things will Look a lot different in the morning. Oh, Bill, what would I do without you? You're always so calm and steady. Like a rock I can cling to. Well, what's a husband for. Well, a fiance, anyhow. Husband. We are going to be married. I trust you haven't changed your mind. You still love me and want to marry me in spite of. Oh, you are tired, Cora. Look, I'll never love anyone else and you know it. I'm off with you. I'll let myself out. All right. Good night, darling. Why, Bill. Hello, Steve. What are you doing here at this hour? Not so loud. I sent Cora off to bed, but I stayed to talk with you. Oh, well, look, if it's anything to do with Father's will, couldn't it wait till tomorrow? I mean, it's 2 in the morning. It's Cora I want to talk about, Steve. I'm worried about her. Why, Steve, that picture on the wall. Did Cora show it to you when she brought it home the other day? Why, yes. Yes. How many kids were in that picture playing? Two. Of course, Cora swears there were three. She's mistaken, Steve. This is more than just a casual mistake. This and a lot of other things that have been happening. That's why I'm worried. Well, you don't have to be. I know what makes my sister tick and I can assure you she's going to be all right. Going to be? She's had a rough time emotionally since Dad's death. She isn't exactly herself. But it's nothing serious. I think it is. Or maybe if something isn't done, Cora ought to see a psychiatrist. Look, you're attaching far too much importance. I don't think so. Naturally, I haven't told Cora how I feel. I. I didn't want to worry her or if it comes to that, let her know how worried I am. And you were the rock that I clung to, Cora. I put my trust in you, my faith in you. And all the time you were lying. Cora, you're all wound up. You kept assuring me that I'm all right. And all the time you think I'm heading for an asylum, that I need a psychiatrist. Cora, I couldn't tell you the. The truth, how you really feel about me. So you told me lies. Is that what you're saying, Cora? Darling, you don't know what you're saying. I didn't lie to you. Get out. Cora, hold on to yourself. Get out. Get out. Get out and never come back. Maybe you better go, Bill. Yeah, maybe you're right. You shouldn't have talked to Bill like that, Cora. He's got your best interests at heart. And the way you're acting these days. Well, I understand, but he doesn't. I know this. This thing with you is temporary. Another thing he's got to think about is your lawyer. For your good is your inheritance. You're worth over $100,000, honey. And if Bill feels you're in cape. Cora, What? What are you going to do with that letter open? There were three. I know there was three. No, the painting. Now, don't. Three. There were three. Three. Three. Nice to have you with us again, Mr. Chalmers. Thanks, Gino. You're expecting Ms. Bannister? No, no, my brother. And speak of the devil. Oh. Hope I haven't kept you waiting. Bill. Gino. Mr. Bannister. The usual martini, Bill? Well, all right. Yes, two Marquis. Steve, about the other night. Cora's miserable about what happened. Yeah, so am I. Well, then why don't you two just kiss and make up? I love Cora. I always will. That's why I'm so worried about her, Steve. Why, I feel very strongly that she ought to. Well, she ought to consult a psychiatrist. Now, listen to me, Bill. This thing Cora's going through. Nothing serious. My mother used to have the same. Attacks of depression, loss of memory, temper. But what you've got to understand is that Cora's a lot more stable than Mother was. She didn't act any too stable the other night. Look, you knew my father. Think for one minute he'd have divided his estate evenly between Cora and me. Given her a cool thousand to handle by herself. If he had thought she wasn't stable as a lawyer and Cora's fiance. Steve, I don't think she ought to be allowed to handle the money so long as. Pardon. Mr. Chalmers, telephone call for you. Let me just plug the phone in. Who's calling me? Do you know? No, but it seems urgent. Here you are. Thanks. Hello? Yes, Cora. But what. Cora, please. Look, pull yourself together. Bill. What? What's going on? Yes, of course. Yeah, I'll be there in five minutes. Come on, Ste. Let me just find my key. Here, Bill. Cora. Cora, are you all right? Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Surprise. Cora, what's happened here? What's wrong? Wrong? Well, you just telephoned me at Gino's, didn't you? Steve, what's he talking about? Well, you did phone him, didn't you? You must have. I was sitting right beside Bill when Cora. Kurt. You mean you don't remember? I didn't Telephone, Bill. I didn't telephone anyone, Cora. I tell you I didn't. I have been sitting here reading ever since. Ever since Steve left to have lunch with you. But there was a phone call. It wasn't me. It wasn't. Now, look, sis, we're going to try and keep calm and. And talk this thing over sensibly. Bill and I were sitting there in Gino's, and Bill was saying how worried he is over you being allowed to handle your inheritance and your present condition. Oh, so that's it, Mr. Chalmers. That's. That's why you're so anxious to make me think that I am mentally unstable. What? That's why you telling me to see a psychiatrist. It's the money, Cora, you don't mean that. You want to establish the fact that I need psychiatric help for in heaven's sake? Don't you see? Later, after we're married, he could have me declared incompetent. He's trying to establish the grounds for it. Now, stop it. What put such a thought in your head? Well, it's in Father's will, isn't it? If anything should happen to me, my share goes to you. Unless I'm married, in case it goes to my husband. And you think that I would. Mr. Chalmers, I told you once to get out of here. Now I'm telling you again. All right. Sure, Cora. Anything you say. Corey. You had no right to do that. I was there sitting beside Bill when your call came. I didn't call. Someone did. Well, it wasn't me, Steve. Bill arranged it. What? Yes, that's it. He arranged for someone to call. You never do a thing like that. Look, now, just a minute. Gino knows you. He knows your voice. Call him. Ask him. Ask him if Bill received a call from you. I'll just do that. Is. Is Gino. Oh. Oh, Gino, this is cora banister. Gino, Mr. Chalmers received a telephone call at your place a little while ago. Did you happen to recognize the voice of the person calling him? I see. But if it had been me, do you think you would have recognized my voice? Why couldn't it have been me? Thank you, Gino. Thank you very much. It couldn't have been you. Gino says the voice on the other end was a man's. Oh, come in, Bill. Cora and I just. Just finished dinner. She went out to mail a letter. Cup of coffee? No. No, thanks, Steve. Hey, look, we could have met at my office. I know. Well, maybe I'm a matchmaker at heart. I asked you to come Because I want to see you and Cora get together again. It won't work. She's miserable without you, Bill. I can tell you that. No more miserable than I am. But what's the sense in us meeting again, feeling the way she does? Well, she's had a week to calm down and get a grip on herself. She's a different person, Bill. And you'll see, I was right when I said her condition was just temporary. Just one of those things. Oh, hello, Cora. No, I. I don't want to see you, Bill. Cora, that isn't true. You love Bill. You told me so. I didn't say that. Look, sis, you sat right there at dinner tonight and told me that. What? What did you say? I said you sat right at that table tonight and told. We didn't have dinner here tonight, did we? Well, now what? But we didn't. We dined at Gino's. I've just come from there. Cora, you went out to mail some letters only 10 minutes ago. You finished dinner and. No, no, not here. It wasn't here, sis. There's the table with the remains of dinner on it. And if we had dinner at Gino's, what am I doing here? Because after dinner at Gino's, I went to the powder room, and when I came back, you. You'd gone. Without you. Why would I have left without you? I thought it was strange. I couldn't understand why you. Why I. But it. It's so clear in my mind, being at Gino's and having dinner there and. No, Cora. Oh, please, I. Don't push me away, darling. I love you. You know that. I don't. I don't know. I know. I'm not going to let you send me away again. Cora, you must realize after what's just happened that you do need psychiatric help. Oh, yes, yes. All right, then. I'll arrange for it tomorrow. I'll call and let you know what time I'm picking you up. And you'd better be wearing more than just one earring. Especially if it's a pair that I gave you. Earring? Oh, Bill, I'm sorry. I must have lost one. I'll buy you another pair as a wedding gift. Oh, Mr. Chalmers. Afraid we're closing. I see. Well, in that case. Gino. You okay? You look a little tired. I am, very. That's why I dropped in. Late as it is, I could use a drink. Well, why didn't you say so? I don't mind taking care of my regulars. What would you like? Something strong. Brandy? A double brandy and soda. You sit at the bar? Yeah, sure. Gino, this box with all this junk in it. What is it? Oh, lost and found. Department Stuff the customers drop or forgettables. Boy, quite a collection. One night. Tonight's hard to believe. Yeah, you wouldn't believe how careless people can be until they lose something there. Here's your drink. Thanks. You don't mind if I go on checking the day's receipts? No, no, go right ahead. Funny people being so careless. Some of this stuff in this box looks expensive. This earring, for instance. What? This earring. Must have cost a mint. Yeah, yeah. Any idea who dropped it? No. One of tonight's customers, though. Oh, speaking of customers, seen much of the banisters lately? No, not in a week or so. They weren't here tonight for dinner. Well, I'll head on home. What do I owe you, Gino? Oh, forget it. On the house. Oh, thanks, Nigel. Good night, Mr. Chalmers. Andre. Yes? You know, you close the place up tonight. I've got something to take care of fast. Did your sister lose an earring tonight? Yes. Yes, she did. And we've got trouble. She lost it at my place. So what? It was in a box on the bar with some other lost stuff. I thought it was your sister's. It was found under your table after you left. Yeah. Chalmers came by later for a drink and he noticed it. I'm sure he spotted it as your sister's. Then he knows Cora and I did have dinner at your place tonight. Why do you think I'm here? We've got to do something. But what? I don't know yet. All I know, I'm holding your IOUs for all of 38 grand. And my backers are getting a little nasty about it. What an idiot I've been. If only I'd never stepped into that back room of yours. No, you're not the only one that feels that way. They put the heat on me too. You should have cut me off. That's water over the dam right now. We've got to do something. You've got to do something. Now, wait. You're in this as deep as I am. Oh, no. All I did was give you a plan. Show you how to get your hands on your sister's money. Yeah, by making a nervous wreck of her. Pulling all that stuff on her, parking her car somewhere else. Hiring a man to duplicate that painting with two kids instead of three. Setting up the dinner tonight. Get hold of yourself. You could have had her committed. We'd both be in the clear. Now, thanks to Chalmers, we're in a tight spot. What am I gonna do? I can tell you what I'm gonna do, brother mine. How much have you heard, Ms. Bannister? Enough to call the police. Well, don't. I'm not afraid of you or that gun. You know, I didn't know the way out of this mess a minute ago, but I know it now. Bannister. What? Open the window. What for you, Ms. Bannister. I'm sorry. You're a nice girl. Your brother's okay too. Only he never could walk away from a crap table. So now we're both in a spot, Gino. Now, there's only one good way to get rid of a spot, Ms. Bannister. Rub it out. I told you, Banister, open that window. You think I'm gonna let you do. It's the only way. And it makes sense too. See, she's been acting strangely. On the verge of emotional collapse. So in a fit of depression, she jumps out the window. No. Oh, she'll never feel a thing. No, never. Go. Steve, help me. Let her alone, Gio. Take your hands off her. I warned you, Banister. Now, you come here. You drop the mister. Drop it. Up against that wall. I'll face it. Put your hands on it. Cora. Cora, darling, are you all right? Oh, Bill. I found your earring at Gino's. I know. I heard. I began to put things together, so I went back to the restaurant. They told me Gino left in a hurry. I figured I knew why and where, so I called the cops. Oh, be. I knew I couldn't live without you. Without me, you wouldn't have lived very long, darling. But now, well. Just don't try living without me. From now on, Theater five has presented Panic, written by George Lowther, directed by Ted Bell. In the cast, Augusta Dabney, Jim Ducas, Matt Pol Nolan and Owen Jordan. Script editor, Jack C. Wilson. Original music by Alexander Blastotsenko Orchestra under the direction of Glenn Osser, Executive producer for theater five, Mr. Lee Bowman. We invite your comments right to theater five, New York, 23, New York. That's theater five, New York, 23rd, New York. This is Fred Foy speaking. This has been an ABC Radio Network production. Sunday is a big day on cbs. Still waiting in the wings to bring you a variety of entertainment. Our Rocky Jordan, horace height. Our Ms. Brooks, Joe Stafford and Harry Babbitt. The Whistler and Red Skelton. Now, Del Monte Foods brings you a world of adventure with Rocky Jordan. This is the Cafe Tambourine. That's What? The sign says out front. You are Rocky Jordan? Yeah. Who are you? They call me Kyber. Arabic, meaning big. You sure live up to your name, Kaibir. Who's your chum? Och, let's have that again, Hawk. Arabic, meaning brother. Okay, what's it about? What are you doing here? We come to watch. Watch what? You, Mr. Jordan. Sorry, I don't put on a floor show. Look, Kai, Beer and ha. Is that all he can say? He talks little, but he watches. Well, all right, I'll go along with the gag. You're gonna watch me? Exactly what am I gonna do that's worth watching? You, Mr. Jordan, are going to help make right a great wrong. Right a wrong, huh? And until you do, we sit at that table and watch Del Monte. The brand you trust for flavor in so many good foods. Yes, Del Monte. The best like brand of canned fruits and vegetables in the whole wide world. Takes you now to the Cafe Tambourine for another adventure with Rocky Jordan. The Cafe Tambourine in Cairo, gateway to the ancient east, where modern adventure and intrigue unfold against a backdrop of antiquity. Tonight's Rocky Jordan story, the Return of Tony. Well, that was the beginning. When two Sahara huskies planted themselves at a table in my tambourine, explaining that they'd come to watch me. They just sat there, never taking their eyes off me. Then I had another visitor. He didn't belong in a place like my cafe either. He was native, shabby and small, except for his ears. His name was Arnab. Arabic, meaning rabbit. Ah, a most delightful. Good morning, Jordan, sir. Sure, Arnab. But the seats are for the customers. As you say, effendi, for the customer. Serve me. Now, sir, just what do you want? Why, the arrack, perhaps double, of course. Of course. I will say when. I'll bet you will. When? Ah, now we are living here. He's looking toward you. Hold it, Arnab. 10 piastres comes first and I will pay. There you are. A five dollar bill. American, huh? And keep the change, my good gentleman. Look, supposing we cut the act? No matter what else you may be, you're a good Muslim and no good Muslim ever took a drink. Now, what's it about? So you choose to insult a good customer. Very well, I will take my business to elsewhere. Arnav hadn't touched his drink and the bill still lay on the counter. I grabbed it, figuring to cut him off at the door. That's when I saw something else. A folded slip of paper he placed carefully under the bill. I let Arnap go and had a look. There was a note in a woman's handwriting and it read, dear Rocky, I'm in desperate need of your help. Please, if I ever meant anything to you, come at once. It was the name below that meant something. Tony Sherwood. And without even saying goodbye to my two watchers I was out front catching a taxi. Tony Sherwood. I'd known her first in Istanbul and then in Cairo. A newspaper reporter, and a good one. We've seen a lot of each other and it could have gone on but I knew my life wasn't for her. In St. Louis it might have worked, but this was Cairo and I didn't know if I was ever going home. Tony had left Egypt almost two years ago. We both knew why. But now she was back and the note meant trouble. There was no address, but the letterhead said Shepherd's Hotel. Ten minutes later, I was in the lobby. My friend Archie was behind the desk. Well, Rocky, old boy. Hello, Archie. Let's have the room Number of Ms. Tony Sherwood with all possible speed. Sherwood. Sherwood. Sherwood. Sherwood. I say, Rocky, are you sure she gave a right name? There's no mistake? Why we have no Sherwood registered here. Begins to look as though you've been jilted, old boy. I moved over to the phone and called the airport and had them check the manifests of incoming passengers. And I got a quick answer. Tony Sherwood landed at 5:30 that morning by TWA from Algiers. Then I remembered the big act Arnab had put on bringing me the note and what Kyber had said about me righting a great wrong. I know this was something for the police. Only I didn't get to Captain Sabia. Sergeant Greco was there. Captain Sabaya is much too busy with important matters. I am in full charge, mister. All right, all right. Greco. It's about Tony Sherwin. You remember her? My memory rarely fails me. What about her? She's back somewhere in Cairo. You and Sam are gonna help me find her. Indeed. Your quest for a lady is hardly a matter for the Cairo. You got it wrong, Greco. She's disappeared. She's in trouble. Here, look at this note she sent me. It'll tell you so. Her feelings for you are made quite obvious, Mr. Jordan. There's more than that, Grego. Then why does the message not say so? Tony wouldn't send for me like this unless it was something big. Where do I get to Sam? I repeat that he is not here. His entire day is taken directing the guard for the ceremonies attending the return to Cairo of Midlar Jaeger. Jaeger, the big humanitarian leader for world peace. Would he need a guard for? Because he is a man of importance. How Now, I suggest that you take your game of hide and seek elsewhere. Is that clear, Mr. George? Sure, Grego. I shouldn't have wasted my breath. Well, there was one character who had some answers. Arnab, the rabbit who brought me Tony's note. I found his address. A wooden termite nest that should have been condemned before King Tut. Arab's room was on the third floor. I had to watch my footing in the rotten steps, and I took it slow. In a place like this, I get to imagining things. But just as I hit the first landing, I knew this time it was real. No, no, I'm not doing that. Go. It was Arnaps voice from above. And I went up the steps three at a time. My foot went through a bad one and it slowed me down. As I made the third floor, I heard footsteps fighting down the back way, and they were going fast. Arnab's door swung open and I went in, sure of what I'd find. The room was in a shambles with signs of a fight everywhere. But Arnab was gone. Police headquarters, Sergeant Greco speaking. Greco. Put Sam on. Mr. Jordan, I have told you the competence of fire is with Milad Jaeger. Get him, will you? I am quite sure he is not no more interested in your amor than I am. If this concerns Ms. Tony Sherwood, you've got another one to look for now. Arnab. And who is he? He's the guy who brought Tony's message. He's gone too. I shall convey your report to the Bureau of Missing Persons. Is that quite all, Mr. Jones? Ah, forget it, Gregor. I'll find him myself. It was all up to me. So I was off again, wandering Cairo. I spent all afternoon going to places Tony might have been. But it seems she'd vanished like a desert mirage at sunset. Finally, I was standing in front of a little cafe on the Nile Drive where Tony and I had used to drop in again. I wondered if I really wanted to see her, except to know she was alive. I found myself inside the door. That's when I thought I was imagining things again. But she was real. Tony Sherwood. The same soft red hair, the same slender, intense face. She was there, calmly munching his sandwich and sipping coffee. Rocky. Hello, Tony. Is that all you're going to say? It's been. It's been quite a while. Almost two years. Rocky, why are you looking at me like that? Just trying to understand. That's all understand why I went away. You knew as well as I did. You don't have to talk about it, do we? It's not that. It's something else. Why you're here now. I'm still a newspaper gal, Rocky. I didn't have to give that up too. An assignment? What kind? Wouldn't you know? I'm a woman, so naturally they don't give me the big stuff. My specialty is romance. That's a laugh, Tony. In Switzerland, it's Rita and Ali's baby. In Algiers, it's the wedding of Sheikh Ahmed bin Maluki. In Cairo, what else? King Farouk's latest romance. Read all about it. Tony Sherwood sees all. Tony, why did you send for me? Why did I? What did I send for you? This note. Rocky, I didn't write this note. You didn't write it? No, I swear I didn't. There's something more, isn't there? More reason than the king's romance that brought you back to Cairo. Rocky, listen. Tell me. Tony. Yes, Rocky, there is something more. Much more important. But somebody might hear us. I can't tell you here. Then come on. Let's go where you can. We got out to the sidewalk looking for a taxi, but another car was at the curb. The driver's face was turned the other way. I caught the glint of his ghost old cufflinks, but nothing more. Because just then the back door swung open and two men were out. Who else but my two watchers? Kai, Beer and Ha. Only now they were busier. Into the car, madame, and quickly. No, no. Robbie, help me. Kai Bear dragged it toward the car as his brother hooked in my path. I swung with everything I had. He just stood there. So I swung again. It was like punching a stuffed elephant. I suddenly twisted past him and was half inside the car when the lightning struck with a judo cut from behind. I hit the sidewalk and the ringing in my ears mixed with a roar of a motorcycle. When I opened my eyes, the car and Tony were gone. Only her purse lay on the sidewalk, the contents scattered around. The little date book lay half open. As I picked it up, I noticed a notation on the front sheet that made me think Sam might be in the case. Afterwards, off it said, Jaeger, 9pm But I was thinking about something else. It was all clear now. Me, the finger man who done just what somebody had wanted me to do. Let him write. To Tony Sherwood. Del Monte Foods is presenting tonight's adventure with Rocky Jordan. Friends, do you know how good catsup really can be? Next time you're shopping Tomorrow, say, buy a bottle of Del Monte Catsup. Then when you get home, pour some on that hamburger sandwich you're just fixing for lunch. See the bright red color? Why, it makes you hungry just to look at it. Notice the fragrance of those delicious spices. Then taste the rich spiced tomato flavor. Tangy, zesty, just the way a good catsup should taste. Yes, Larry, I know I can always count on Del Monte Catsup to please the men. Folks, there just seems to be something special about Del Monte Catsup. Men, like ladies, there are many special things about Del Monte Catsup to please a man. But first and foremost among these is pineapple vinegar, that sparkling, superlatively fine vinegar that gives Del Monte catsup such lively flavor. And don't forget, Del Monte Catsup is the only catsup made with pineapple vinegar. And as a housewife, its price is important to me too. Del Monte Catsup, you know, costs less than many other quality brands. Why not try this big treat in catsup? Enjoyment. Buy Del Monte Catsup tomorrow. And now we take you back to Cairo and tonight's Rocky Jordan story, the return of Tony. Well, once one thing was clear now. I'd been sent to find Tony only for someone else. Now she was in their hands, and I alone was to blame. So I had to find her again. This time it wouldn't be so easy. Anyhow, I knew a kidnap was something to open Sam's eyes. So I got straight to headquarters. Sam was there this time. Sam, I gotta see you. Jordan, can you not see that I'm occupied? I'm leaving, Captain Sabai. There's nothing more I can say for now. Very well, Mr. Jaeger. Jager, did you say? Yes, Mr. Jaeger, this is Mr. Jordan. A pleasure, Mr. Jordan. Yeah, we got a mutual friend, Tony Sherwood. Sherwood? There. There are so many people. Yeah, sure, Captain. I shall depend on you then about this matter. As you say, Mr. Jaeger. As you say. I hardly need repeat the urgency. Until tonight, then. Goodbye, Captain. Goodbye, Mr. Jordan. Jordan, will you kindly explain to me what this is about? So Grego didn't tell you? Tell me what? About Tony Sherwood. She's been kidnapped. Tony Sherwood? When did this occur? Less than half an hour ago, down on the Nile Drive. Big brother act named Kyber and Hawk dragged her into a car. Somebody else was there, but I didn't get a look. Are you gonna do something, Sam? Abduction is certainly an affair for the police. Well, let's start with Jaeger. Mi Lal. Jaeger Jordan. I got the feeling he was putting some kind of pressure on You. There could be no possible connection. Now look. Look at the state book that dropped out of Tony's purse. Jaeger, 9pm not surprising, Jordan being a newspaper woman. She was undoubtedly to cover the reception in Mr. Jaeger's home. You of course know who he is? Oh, sure. Humanitarian peace leader. When did he get home? At 5:30 this morning from Algiers. Jordan, do you not read the papers? Well, I been a little busy. Look here. His picture all about him here on the front page. Who are the others here? Good looking lady. Oh, she is Elder Stanton, One of his entourage. Quite wealthy, I understand. And the big guy with a mustache, Stephen Vacle, Jager secretary. So you see, Mishear with abduction could hardly be traced to such a feat. Yeah, maybe. Jordan, the police will act at once to find Misha with. How, however, if someone else should find her first. Meaning me? Sam, start placing your bets. So I was off to follow another lead I should have thought of before. The note written on Shepherd's hotel stationery. There, I got Archie. Let me compare the handwriting in the note with signatures on the hotel register. I found one that matched a woman's name and it meant plenty. Zelda Stanton, a follower of humanitarian Jaeger's cause. And her room was 259. Yes, Jordan's the name. Rocky Jordan. Well, what do you want? You sent for me, Zelda. I sent for you. You sent for me. Only you signed the name of Tony Sherwood. It's your handwriting. Here, look at it. I never saw this note before in my life. Cut it, Zelda. It's too late for that now. Where's Tony? What have they done with her? And why? Mr. Jordan, I repeat that I have not the slightest idea what you are talking about. What's it about? A shakedown on Jaeger that Tony knows. You gotta get rid of her. I? You had best go while you can. What's going on? Stephen? Stephen. Get this man out of here. Who is he? What does he want? I do not know. He says his name is Jordan. Get it now, Vaco. Oh, that's right, isn't it? Steven Vo, secretary to one Millard Jaeger. Leave this room, Mr. Jordan, at once. Oh, no, Vago, this is too good. You weren't smart to keep on wearing them. Wearing what? What are you talking about? The gold cufflinks. You were wearing them when you and your chums kidnapped Tony Sherwood. You completely bewilder me, sir. As for the cufflinks, you will find thousands in Cairo who wear them. Yeah, but they don't tie in like you do, Vako. You. Zelda, drop that phone. Hello? You mean the house detective? At once. I was too late to stop her. A house dick and his questions would take too much time. So I ducked out and down the back way fast. Zelda and Vao could keep. My next try was the newspaper office. It was late and the main force had gone home. But there was a guy in shirt sleeves with a press pass stuck in the band of his crumpled hat. His feet were propped up in the editor's desk. Hiya, Mack. Dig a chair? Oh, thanks, but I'm looking for Tony Sherwood. You too, Mac. That means somebody else is looking. Phone calls all day, boss. Told him to ask Rocky Jordan. Who's he? Oh, I don't know. Some crummy cafe guy. Me, I just cover the nightclubs. This envelope on the desk for Istanbul, it's addressed to Tony. Hey, you open everybody's mail, Mac? It's a specialty. It was from an Istanbul clipping bureau. There were several news items dated five years ago. All reports on the trial and conviction of a man named Stephen Hahn, embezzler and all, carrying Tony Sherwood's byline. I didn't need any more. Hey, look, I gotta use that phone. No kidding. Police headquarters, Sabaya speaking. Rocky again. Sam Jordan. I cannot talk now. I am at this moment leaving. Just one thing about Mallard Jaeger. He was pressing you about something. What's Jaeger scared of? Swindle? Embezzlement. Sam, you still there? I am here, Jordan. Thanks, Sam. That's all I wanted to know. Did you ever try whistling through your hat scoop? No, too inconvenient. Here, let me help you. Great kidder, Hovac. Shoving his hat over his face gave me a chance to lift his press pass. I was going to need it to get me into a big reception at the home of a Lord Jaeger. It took me half an hour to find his house in Cairo's outskirts. A mixture of the best, Continental and Egyptian, complete with backyard shed with usual pigeon roost on top. The party was in full swing and the pass got me in. Ah, Mr. Jordan, is it not? That's right, Mr. Jaeger. I was not aware that you were with the press. Oh, they sent me the last minute. Oh, good. I trust that you will enjoy yourself. Please make yourself at home. I moved around like I spotted Zelda Stanton with some other guests. I didn't show myself and kept looking for somebody else. Stephen Vaco. He wasn't there. I tried some other rooms. Then I stepped out the side door and stood there wondering my next Move. A sudden fluttering of wings from the back caught my ear. And I serve as a bunch of pigeons flying out of their big roost. They wouldn't do that at night unless something was going on inside. I moved carefully back till I stood at a small, half open door to the shed. Inside, somebody was scratching around what looked like some filing cases. With a small flashlight, I stepped in. Who is it? Jordan. Still at it, aren't you, Vaco? No, no. Speak softly. The others. You wouldn't want them to know. Of course not, Vaco. What is your name? Han. Stephen Hahn. Oh, so she told you. Tony was gonna tell me, but you grabbed her first. Where is she? Mr. Jordan, please. She is safe. She'd better be. I swear she is all right. I had to get her out of the way to keep her quiet till I had a little more time. Sure. Stephen Han. Convicted of embezzlement in Istanbul five years ago. Tony reported your trial. She saw you. Maybe you changed your looks a little since then, grew a mustache. But she knew you. Yes. That wouldn't do, would it? Because you had more plans. Another job, Hun, against Millard Jaeger? A man who's trying to do something good. No, you are mistaken. Supposing we talked to Jaeger about it? Mr. Jordan, please lower your voice and listen. All right, make it real fast. My name is Han. Stefan Hahn. I was convicted in Istanbul for embezzlement, but I was not guilty. Well, naturally. Hear me, Mr. Jordan. I was accused of appropriating large sums of money from a world peace organization of which I was a follower. But it was not I who took the money, but the leader, Millard Jaeger. Oh, sure. His organization is a fraud, Mr. Jordan. It was skillfully arranged by certain of his intimates that I take the blame. While Jaeger was off traveling the world, he'd not even seen me and was not at my trial. So what? Now? You fix it up for revenge? Not revenge. But only to save others from my fate. Yeah, like Kyber said, I was going to help right a great wrong. I am here only to find conclusive evidence that Melad Yeager is operating a gigantic fraud. So all that had to wait till now, huh? Mr. Jordan, after my release from prison a year ago, I gained Jaeger's confidence and soon became his secretary. Try as I might, I could get nothing on him. I knew that Jaeger's return to his home in Cairo was my last chance. Only Tony saw you and recognized you. When? On the plane from Algiers this morning. Yes. She kept looking at me. I Knew that I must stop her before she told Jaeger who I was. You lost her at the airport, so you called her paper and got my name. That's when Zelda wrote the note that sent me to find Tony for you. That means Zelda's on your side. Well, we. We are quite fond of each other. When she learned of what I was trying to do, she agreed to help me. And that leaves Arnab, who knew too much. What did you boys do with him? He is safe and well held in a little court north of Giza. That where Tony is, too? Yes, Mr. Jordan, I wish neither her nor you any harm. But if I could make you believe that you think the stuff in those fires will help. Well, look for yourself. It is all here. Learn not only of Jaeger's hoax, but his plans to swindle his trusting followers again. I don't do that. It will hardly be necessary, Mr. George. But, Mr. Jaeger, if you turn the flashlight on my hand, you'll see the gun. Raise your hands. Your ears. Been burning, Jaeger? The absence of both of you from the house disturbed me. So I find you here, my trusted secretary who learns too much. And it is all true. You cannot deny it now. Need I deny anything? What is said here will soon vanish with you. Both of you. Gunshots bring a lot of people. Yes, the police. Already I've warned Captain Zebia of my danger. I find you both here, where you should not be. You attack me, and I kill you. Need I say more? Jaeger was at the only door, and we were trapped. My eyes searched the dark roost for some way of escape. There was nothing. Except a big, plump pigeon perched next to my raised hand. If I could grab it and throw before the shot came. Not so, Mr. Jordan. Your thoughts hasten. Your captain. Sebastian. How'd you get here? Did not Mr. Yeager himself get me assigned to protect him? Yes, I did, but not here. Why not? While my patrol were in front and in your house, I chose to cover the back of possible intruders. I had just stepped in here to investigate when Mr. Mr. Hay. The new Jordan. The new Mr. Jaeger. Need I say more? In just a moment, Rocky Jordan returns to conclude tonight's story. You know, out here in the west, where men are men and women are extra good cooks, I suppose almost everyone's heard of Del Monte tomato sauce. Heard of it, Larry? A whole generation of homemakers have cooked with it. After all, it's the original tomato sauce. That's just my point exactly. Women know from experience they can count on it to cook rich, spiced tomato goodness into all kinds of thrifty dishes like stew, beans or meatloaf. Actually, when so many women are honestly convinced that no other brand has ever matched Del Monte's exclusive combination of fragrant spices and ripe tomatoes, you just can't help but believe it has something special to offer in flavor. Well, it does. And since Del Monte Tomato Sauce costs so little compared with all your other ingredients, the important thing is to get the very best flavor every time. And that's a cooking secret that's worth plenty in anybody's kitchen. Friends, Del Monte Tomato Sauce costs only a few cents a can. Yet its dependable quality and flavor offers you all kinds of help. Why ever risk disappointment? Be sure you get Del Monte Tomato Sauce back now to Rocky Jordan for the conclusion of tonight's story. Well, Sam and his boys bundled everybody concerned down to headquarters. Stephen and Zelda had some questions to answer about Tony's abduction, but neither of them had much to worry about. Me, I caught a taxi the quickest way out of the court north of Giza. Kyber and his brother Hawk were there guarding the door. But when I told them what had happened, they faded into the night. Tony and little Arnab were inside and safe. I put Arnab in the taxi for home and Tony and I hired a horse drawn Gary back to Cairo. What are you thinking about, Rocky? Oh, you've got your story. It's a big one. You got it for me. Just like old time. Old time? Yeah, today's the way it always was. But I didn't mean it that way. Danger, violence. That's all you'd ever find with me, Tony, and don't ask me why. I never did ask. It's not for you. What you want is a home, a quiet one. Not like this. You always did tell me what I wanted. Why couldn't I ever decide? You would decide, Tony, but too late. Can't you see? It really wouldn't work? Please. We're at it again, aren't we? We won't talk about it anymore. That's better. Anyhow, we can see each other while you're in Cairo. You won't be too busy for that, Rocky. Yeah. Yeah, I feel terribly fed up with everything. Chasing all over the continent after nothing. I'm going home, Rocky. Home to St. Louis. Yeah, that's something you want. Don't we both? It's new in here now. Maybe the lake at Forest park is frozen over. Yeah. I bet they blocked off Hastings Hill for the bobsled. No, river excursion boat, but that can wait till summer. Oh, Rocky, why don't you ever go back? I'm sorry. I promised once I'd never ask you that again. Well, you're here to ask it. That's what counts. Yes, Rocky, I'm glad that note brought you to meet us once more, even if I didn't send it. For the finest in tomato flavor. Enjoy the whole family of Del Monte tomato products, Del Monte catsup and chili sauce, Del Monte tomato sauce and tomato juice, and Del Monte whole peeled tomatoes. Remember, buy wisely. Buy for flavor. Buy Del Monte, Del Monte, the brand you trust for flavor in so many good foods. Rocky Jordan, written by Larry Roman and Gohmert Kuhl, stars Jack Moyles in the title role with Jane of Elliot as Sam Zebia and is produced and directed by Cliff Howell with original music composed and conducted by Richard Arundt. Remember, you have a date next week at the Cafe Tambourine run by Rocky Jordan. Same time, same station, and the story is Madame Dulac's daughter. For dessert after a hearty meal. For a sunny, inviting salad, try Del Monte pineapple, any style, sliced crushed chunks, tidbits, and for refreshment, juice, too. All with the luscious flavor of ripe tropical fruit. Remember Del Monte pineapple. Larry Thor speaking. Rocky Jordan is presented over cbs, the Columbia Broadcasting System. That's going to do it for this week. There's more from Theater five, Rocky Jordan, the Relic Radio show, and all of the Relic radio podcasts. The relic radio.com our shoutcast stream is there as well, with even more old time radio lots to listen to there, all made possible by your support. If you'd like to help out, visit donate. Relicradio.com or click on one of the links on the website. Thanks to those who have thanks for joining me this week. 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