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Well, now it's time for this week's episode of Mister Chameleon. The original
air date is October twenty seventh, nineteen forty eight, and the title is
Murder from Across the Sea Next mister Kamleian, the Man of Many Faces.
Tonight we again present the famous Mister Chameleon of Central Headquarters in his most famous
Cases of Crime and Murder, brought to you by the makers of Genuine bay
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of a well to do family and a college man, he tried from childhood
to live up to the name he bore Chameleon by taking on the color of
whatever situation in which he found himself, appearing in endless guises, finally entering
the police force, where he became known as Chameleon, the man of many
faces, the underworld's most dreaded man. Throughout this series, the listener invariably
knows who mister Chameleon is, no matter in which disguise he appears, but
the criminal is tracking down, sometimes does and sometimes doesn't. Tonight we give
you mister Chamillion in the case of Murder from Across the Seas. While Beatrice's
Heart is known in New York society for her rare gift of making even strangers
feel like old friends in her home, we find her now feeling a strange
sense of foreboding as she receives a visitor whom her husband has asked her to
see this afternoon, a visitor who now enters saying, Ah, missus Hard,
I'm Charles van Vogen. It's very nice of you to let me come.
My husband telephoned me that you wanted to see our Rembrandt painting, but
he's not home yet. He told me I might get here before he did.
Oh, I almost forgot. I brought my friend Miss Carlyle and my
nephew Jerry along with How do you do? How do you do? I
presume they're interested in paintings too, Lida, Jerry and art. They're not
interested in anything but themselves, are you? Jerry? Oh? Uncle Charles,
Elda Darling? Now, were you interested in coming to see the Heart's
famous painting by Rembrandt? Or did you simply hate to leave me out of
your sight? Oh? For Heaven's sake, Elder and Jerry are so devoted
to me, Missus Hart, so devoted they even followed me from Paris,
and I presume they'll follow me back there. You haven't been here in America
for some time, have you, mister Venville? No? No, I
haven't, Missus Hart. I was born and raised here, and so are
Leader and Jerry. But frankly, I can't stand most Americans really. Well,
there are exceptions. Of course, you are one. You're quite famous,
missus Hart for your beauty and charm. You have not been overrated.
Thank you your husband too. I found him quite nice and nice introduced to
him, and when I heard that he'd recently purchased a picture by Rembrandt,
I couldn't resist asking if I could come here and see it. It's in
this next room. Would you like to see it? Now? You are
a lovely woman, the kind a husband would never let go the paintings in
here. And if circumstances were different, Charles iciously Dryino, you're still here?
Is if I could forget it, Uncle Charles. Let's look at the
picture and get it over with, Uncle Charles. What's the matter with you,
Charles? Mister van Boden, what is it? Are you ill?
Yes, I'm right, so all of a sudden, I am the most
terrible pain, most terrible pain. I don't think I can stand it.
Meanwhile, at Central Headquarters, in the office of mister Camillion, that amazing
detective, that man of many disguises and the underworld's most feared man, Mister
Camillion is reading aloud from a newspaper while his colleagues Madeline Evans and Detective Sergeant
Dave Arnold listened with varying degrees of interest. There's another juicy item in Ricky
Rickerton's column, Ricky Rickerton, What kind of a name is that? I
think that's a charming name for a society columnist, Dave. Anyway, Ricky
writes, smart New Yorkers will be happy to hear that Charlie van Vogut is
once more in our midst. The international playboy is kicking up his heels and
causing a lot of talk among those in the For Pete's sake, mister Chamillion,
do you have to read that track? You hush up, Dave.
I'm enjoying it thoroughly, you see, Dave. Madeline may be one of
our best detectives, but she still likes to hear about the international set.
Excuse name? Hello, Yes, commissioner, what's up something? Bako?
Yes, I know Beatrice Hart. I've known a socially for years. Very
attractive woman. What no, Oh, okay, commission I'll be right there.
Well, that's a nice little tidbit for the society columns. Charles van
Vogert just dropped it in Beatrice Hart's drawing room. Charles van Vogut, the
man you were just reading about, mister Chamillion, another Madeline, the playboy
to end all playboys. He died in agony, apparently from some sort of
poison. After I see the commissioner, I'm going right up there. At
Beatrice Heart's home, mister Chamillion was like a nightmare. Here we were this
man I'd never seen before and his friends sitting here chatting quite casually. And
the next thing I knew he was dead. It was horrible. I can
imagine, Missus Hard By the way, where was your husband? He hadn't
come home yet. He still isn't home. We call his club the office,
Beatrice. Oh, here he is now, Edward. Oh, Edward.
I thought you'd never come, my poor darling. I couldn't believe it
when I heard that you should have been here alone. I'll never forgive myself
to be silly. It's all right now that you're here. Oh. They
told me outside, mister Camillion, that you were on a job. Yes,
mister Hart, I spent so many pleasant hours here in your home that
I hate to come here on police business. I'm sonny, You and missus
Hart are in vol Oh, but not directly I'd only seen that man van
Voga two or three times. I met him in Paris when I was there
last year on business. He was an American who preferred living in Paris.
To be honest, I thought him a highly obnoxious character. Edward, Why
did you ask him to come here to our whole? I couldn't get out
of its? Sweetheart? I ran into him this noon, and he immediately
told me that he'd heard I had a painting by Rembrandt and he simply had
to see it. Could he come for tea? Though? He came,
and he died without even seeing the painting, without even having tea. But
mister Camillion, the poison poison was administered some time before he got here?
Was that kind of poison? Slow and agonizing? Incidentally, mister Hart,
why were you so late getting home? Well after luncheon at the club,
I found I had a headache, so I went for a long walk through
Central Park. How long, oh, I'd say roughly two and a half.
The trouble was I lost all track of time. That wouldn't be much
of an alibi if I were suspected of murder. No, that wouldn't be
considered an alibi at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think
I'll go into the next room and question the others to see if they can
manage to throw some light on this miss train. Now, Miss Carlyle,
don't get excited, mister Chmillion. Really, this whole thing is just too
ghastly for words. I told Charles not to come back from Paris to this
ghastly country. I told him not to come and look at any ghastly old
painting. They should have listened to you, Miss Carlyle, though, I
must say, for a native of Ioa, how did you find out I
was born in Iowa? I've worked all my life to lose my Iowa accident.
And stop laughing at me, Jerry, who do you think you are?
I suppose he thinks he's Charles van Voge's nevjo who stands to inherit quite
a lot of my name, you presume correctly, mister comedian. And does
he need it? He's only twenty two, but in twenty two years he's
piled up enough debt. Shut up leader, cheap parasite. Uncle Charles was
through with you. You wanted him to marry you, and he didn't want
to marry you. Were you miserable little squirrels. Oh please please, this
is very disillusioning. I had no idea that smart people of the international set
talk this way. Well, I'm not going to have this ghastly boy implying
that I had any reason to hate poor Charles. Miss Carlyle. Where were
you between three and five o'clock this afternoon? You said that you met Charles
van Vogat at five at the Plaza before you came here to missus Hart's home.
Why, yes, yes I did, mister comedian. So did Jerry.
And what were both of you doing preceding that appointment? I was window
shopping on Fifth Avenue? You, jerrym I was taking a walk to up
Broadway through the fifties. Your uncle, Charles van Voguet sublet a very smart
apartment in a remodeled house with no doorman. Unfortunately, in this afternoon,
somewhere between three and five o'clock, he must have received a visitor who fed
him a deadly poison. Now who could that visitor have been? Well,
it wasn't I, and it certainly wasn't I. But mister Chamillion, I,
yes, Jenny, want to tell me something about miss Carlyle. For
instance, about me. Why me, because there's something about your name,
Miss Carlyle. It's vaguely familiar, quite aside from the fact that you're mentioned
in various society columns. So what did you start to say to me,
young men? Nothing? And I didn't go near my uncle's place this afternoon.
I was out walking, yes, and you said, you know,
it's really quite amazing that so many people should have picked such a cold,
windy day to go walking. The point is Commissioner not one of those three
people as a genuine alibi. They could all have visited Van Voget's apartment for
the poison we can't trace. It may have been purchased a long time ago.
Chameleon, I grant you that Van Voget's nephew Jerry and Leader Carlyle both
had reasons for killing him, all no very good reasons. Miss Carlyle for
instance, all right, she was jilted. She couldn't possibly have expected a
corpse to marry her, could she. No. Edward Hart had absolutely no
motive at all. He'd only met Van Voget a few times casually. He
met him first in Europe in Paris, van Vogut's own stamping ground, commissioner.
I suspect that is where the answer really lies in Paris, in Van
Voget's past, which I gather was a pretty unsavory past. Now I wonder
who knew Van Voget and his crowd well enough to make trouble to tell all
to spill the beans, as we crude Americans would put it, Chameleon,
are you planning on taking a trip to Paris to dig up this individual?
No commissioner will make him come here. In fact, he's already here.
D. D. Castlebury is our boy? What D D. Castlebury Dale
Dudley castle By d D for short, an American who's lived most of his
life in Paris, very much a member of the international set. Gossipmonger,
refined blackmailer in a subtle way, of course, nothing common or vulgar?
Has a Van Dyke beard? And who has a monocle? Who the devil
you are talking about? What I'm talking about? D? D. Castlebury?
D D is starting a society column in the Daily Chronicle. They don't
know it yet, however, I'm better tell them Wait a minute, comeleon,
do you mean to say you are going to pose as a society columnist?
Yes, yes, I am, Commissioner. That's the disguise that I'll
take on to try to crack this case. Well, now, this afternoon,
I shall write a series of little notes to Lita Carlisle, to Jerry
van Vogat, to both of the Hearts, to everyone in fact who had
contact with Charles van Vogert. And in those notes I shall say that we
have mutual ends abroad. I shall hint that I expect to be lavishly entertained.
I shall also hint that I know plenty about Van Voget's past. Now,
commission him. What would you do if you received a note like this
report to the police, since Van Voget was murdered, since it certainly sounds
like blackmail exactly so whoever doesn't report it probably has something to fear from our
friend d. D. Which reminds me, Commissioner, I'd like to keep
this disguise a secret from Dave Arnold. I have a very definite reason for
doing it. D D. Castleburry, what sort of a name is that,
mister Kameron. I'm fed up with seeing those posters plastered all over town.
Who cares if he's gonna write for the Daily Chronicle. No, A
lot of people will make care. Dave. Never can tell I think we'll
have any better luck today with young Jerry van Vogan. He's certainly holding out
on us. What can we do except go on questioning Leta Carlyle too.
No, there's something about that lady, some piece of information that I cannot
put my fall for crying outle out there's another picture of the guy. I'm
not billboard who d d Castleberry. It's enough to drive your nuts. You
feel as if it was following you, huminous monocle. Yes, that's the
idea of it. What m and nothing, Dave? But speaking of being
followed, we are being followed. Black Limousine has been training us for blocks.
You killing, No, we're almost there. That's Jerry van Vogus hotel
don blocked, mister Camillion. I took a shot at you, Sure did,
Dave. Did you get the license number? Oh? I didn't.
I turned the corner too first. You're okay? They missed you, Yes,
yes, they missed me. But that shot jogged my memory, Dave.
Now I remember when I read Leta Carlyle's name. She's one a lot
of contests abroad. She's an expert marksman. Mister chameleon, and the case
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Chamillion and the case of murder from across the seas. It is several days
later, and in the police commissioner's office are very unhappy. Mister Chamillion is
pacing the floor, and the commissioner says to him with a sort of sympathetic
irony, chameleon, don't forget that motto of yours. The innocent must be
protected, the guilty must be punished, even if you happen to like the
guilty ones. Well, I haven't a gun, a commissioner, I'll admit
it upsets me that neither Betris nor Edward Hart is reported receiving those notes from
DD Castlebren Does it set you more than being alert? Will you forget?
I'm used to being shann anne? Ah? Maybe this is it? May
I take in heard ahead? Hello? Hello? Is this mister Chamillion,
Yes, mister Camillion, this is Beatrice Heart. Yes, missus Hard I
called you to tell you about a very strange note which I received from somebody
named D. D. Castleberry, who apparent is going to have a society
column in the Daily Chronicle. Yes, I saw his picture this morning.
Horrible looking creature, mister Camlion. He implied that unless I entertained him and
introduced him to my friends, he could make things difficult for me. I
have no idea what he's talking about. Also, he mentioned Charles van Vogert,
and I thought you people at police headquarters should be notified immediately. I
am very glad you're called missus Hard. You don't know how glad? Tell
me did your husband receive a similar non Ben? Why? No, he
never mentioned it. I see, Missus Hart, do what this DD Castlebrey
asks? Entertain him? Give a party for him, very special party.
Invite Leita, Carlyle and Van Vogue's nephew Jerry, and also a young lady
named Madeline Evans. She's a detective like myself, a very attractive girl.
I would like to have her keep an eye on this D D. Castle
brand. But what about yourself, mister Chamillion. You'll be here at the
party. Surely I can count on your being here. Yes, Missus Hart,
I think I can safely say that you can definitely count on my being
Okay, Madeline Zach Cler. Yes, mister Chamillion, You're to mingle with
Missus Hart's guest tonight, and only you, my dear, will know that
I'm disguised as d D. Castle Brand. But mister Chamillion, what about
Dave Arnold. Didn't you tell him that when he got that final data on
Charles van Vogert, he was to bring it to Missus Hart's home. Yes,
Madeline, but you will still be the only one who knows me.
Charles van Vogart's murderer is extremely shrewd. I'm counting on Dave to help me
convince them that Ted Castleburry is genuine. Don't want Dave to know that I
am disguised as Castlebrey. Oh, mister Castleberry, I can hardly wait to
start reading your column. When does it first appear on Monday, Miss Carlyle?
On Monday? I promise you I shall startle New York as it has
not been startled in years. Oh, goody, goody, sounds like fun.
I beg your pardon, young men. My name is Van Voger.
You claim you knew my uncle Charles, so naturally you must have known that
he had a nephew. I never heard him mention your I'm not surprised.
Did you ever hear him mention me? Mister you, mister Hart, my
gracious host, and incidentally, you and your wife have been most hospitable.
Did van Fogert ever mentioned me to you? It would be very surprising if
he hadn't. You are a highly successful man, mister Hart. But I
met him so casually. Did he speak of me favorably? A favorably?
It's so dull to speak favorably of anyone. Pardon me for changing the subject.
But who is that attractive girl over then? Where? I don't see
any attractive girl. You women are strangely sighted when it comes to noticing a
pretty girl. That one over there, Oh, that's someone my wife invited,
mister Casseberry. I believe her name is Madeline Evans. But who's that
talking to her, mister Hart. It's that detective Arnold. I think his
name is the one that questioned us with mister Chmillion. What's the detective doing
here? Yes, mister Hart, really, the smart New Yorkers invite detectives
to their homes. Mister Casseberry, who seemed to forget Charles van Voget,
died mysteriously here in my home yes, yes, so he did. I
keep forgetting that this house was so honored. Excuse me, I think I
will try to riscue that young lady from the unwelcome attentions of the place,
if you excuse me. So here's the final report, Madeline. I'll give
it to mister Camelion where I see him. Dave. I'm surprised he isn't
here yet. I stand what are you annoying this young lady? I presume
you are, so I suggest that you move on. I don't get it
or you. My name is did Castleberry at your service, Miss Ellens.
You see I have already learned your name. In fact, I have decided
to let you call me Did, a privilege I accord to very few people.
Well that's very nice of you. Wait on minute, you're right one
of those society gossip columns, don't you. I can't say I care for
your tone, But then you neolithic men are always so noisy and tiresome.
Come along my dad, Wait on minute, what kind of man? Dave?
Please keep out of this, Madeline. I think I've been insulted.
You most definitely have been. I cannot stand your time. Well, I
don't go for you. Either is anything wrong? Gentleman, missus hard do
you mind if I ask why you're allowed is corrupt policeman to invade your home?
Corrupt? Now listen, this is more than I can say. Please,
mister Castleberry, won't you please come with me out into the hall?
Please? Very well, Miss Evens, I must say this man is very
tiresome. Will you excuse me? Miss That was quite an argument, mister
Camillion. Dave still doesn't recognize you when you're disguise as Castleberry. It was
perfect, Madeline. That doesn't convince everyone nothing well, Madeline? Was that
lying on my head and gloves? It's a note printed addressed to Deedy Castleberry.
Somebody's ready to do business, and I see what it says. Dear
mister Castlebilly, if you will meet me in the library at eleven o'clock,
I have something very private and important to say to you. All right,
Madeleine will be there in the library ten minutes ahead of time. Now let
me see that report that Dave brought Jon. It's eleven o'clock. Mister Camillion.
You're sure no one can see us behind these curtains, extremely heavy curtains
and muffle any sounds as well as consumers. The library doors opening. It's
Jerry van Volkert. Yes, Jerry has been followed by Edward Hart. Mister
Commillis. Listen, hello, Jerry. What? Oh? Oh, it's
your mister Hart. But where's your friend mister Castleberry. You expected to meet
him, didn't you. I saw you leave that note for him? And
what business is it of yours? I've got a right to talk to mister
Casseleburry. Haven't I talked to him? You mean sell him information, don't
you? Maybe I do? That's my right business too, candleous information that
he printed that filthy gussip color of his. Yes, I suppose he would.
If he bought it, he'd have a right to you. Jerry,
you're not going to sell it to him. Just try and stop me,
mister Chamillion, Why do you keep watching the doors? Quiet man? Just
try and stop me. When Deed Castleberry walks in here, I'll tell him
everything I know. So how about it, mister Hart? Is it worth
money to you? Is my memory for faces worth a nice fat sum?
Because if it don't shoot Jenny, look out, look out, drop that
gun, Drop that gun. I'veew colored drop that gun. Missus Hart or
we'll have to use ours. Missus Hart, what is the use? You
might as well confess all the evidences against Joe, quite aside from the fact
that just now you're also trying to kill Jenny, your nephew. By many
mister Chamillion stops saying that I'm married to Edward Hart. Many years ago,
you were also married to Charles van Vogert. He refused to divorce you,
so you disappeared. You turned up in New York as Beatrice Kerry, and
by your beauty and wit, you captured Edward Hart. You married him,
knowing that you were still married to Van Vogart, and you made up your
mind if Van Vogart ever returned here, if he ever threatened your happiness,
you would kill him if you had to. So you went to his apartment
and gave him poisoned. But don't let him say such things. I love
you, whatever you've done, I still love you. Indeed he does,
Missus Hart. He suspected something was wrong. He's been fighting for you desperately.
Not quite knowing what he was fighting, he realized vaguely that it had
something to do with Van Vogart. Jerry, the nev you recognize you missus
Hart. Don't forget. He was ten years old when he last saw you,
but he never forgot your He never forgot his uncle's rage at losing you.
Believe me, my dear, you haven't got eight chance. It won't
be hard now to prove that you were married to Van Vogart, and when
you married Edward Hart, you committed biggamy. So you confess to everything,
missus Hart. Yes, everything, mister comedian, even to trying to shoot
you on the street. Nothing mattered except keeping the truth from Edward. Certainly
the life of a man like Charles van Borgert didn't matter. Only it did.
You cannot take a human life, missus Hart. But you didn't know
Charles. He was horrible, horrible, And I love Edward so much.
You didn't love him enough to try to work this thing out without resorting to
violence. You have no pity for me, have you, mister comedian?
Missus Hart, you were mistaken. At first, I couldn't believe it was
you. I didn't want to believe it, yet I suspected it when I
found you had no background. You literally sprang out of nowhere. Detective Arnold's
report at Van Vogat had once been married clenched it in my mind. You
were faced with a tragic problem, and you found the tragic solution. I
have great pity for you and great sympathy for Edwin Hart. But the fact
remains that I am a policeman and you took a human life. And with
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was true that mister Hart didn't have an alibi because he wandered off aimlessly because
he had a headache. Maybe he could have taken some bare aspirin for that.
It's a stretch, but maybe pushes the sponsor's product a little bit.
I do have a question as to why Chameleon didn't tell Dave Arnold of his
disguise. It could be he didn't trust Arnold and was afraid he'd give the
game away. But personally, I think that he was just wanting to mess
with Dave Arnold. He seems to relish a little bit those disguises where Dave
doesn't know and where he can find some way to annoy him. All right,
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doing lying around a hospital. This is Dave Blaine, Johnny, are you
hearing Los Angeles? Oh? I'm in Boston. Still what happened? I
was with Missus Parsons this afternoon trying to find out what happened to her husband.
She missed a turn in the road. How is she? Is she
all right? She was killed? Dave? Oh? Good? Look Johnny?
What can I do to hell? Nothing? Dave? Nothing much to
do now Parsons is back, and well, now he's back, I'll wrap
it up, Johnny. What is it bal? She was a pretty nice
person, Dave. I saw a die. I hope you'll be with us
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