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Now it's time to wrap up this week's yours truly Johnny Doll or Cereal the
original air dates May nine through May eleventh, nineteen fifty six, and it's
The Silver Blue Matter Episodes three, four, and five from Hollywood. It's
time now for Johnny Doller Wake Up, Johnny oh Garcia No just finished breakfast.
Oh you special investigators do live? Suppose that insurance company of yours could
put me on expensive count maybe if you've found that one hundred grand worth of
stolen furs. Just a matter of time, Johnny. Now you're talking like
a police lieutenant. How soon can you come down here to headquarters? What's
up? As the watchman talked to Christman, Oh, he's still in a
coma. I want to know some more about that kid you mentioned on the
phone last night, Eddy Money, Yeah, I don't know. That was
told to me in confidence. Johnny. I'm going to talk to you like
a policeman for a minute. A man named Willow was knife to death last
night. Told me yourself is dead. Is probably tied in with that warehouse
robbery. Another man is dying at Queen of the Angels. So confidence or
no confidence, I want to know about that kid. All right, guess
here. I'll be there in twenty minutes tonight and every weekday night. Bob
Bailey and the Transcribed Adventures of the Man with the Action Packed Expense Account America's
Fabulous Freelance Insurance Investigator, as Truly Johnny Doller from Special Investigator Johnny Dollar location
in Los Angeles, California, that the home office Mono Guarantee Insurance Company,
Hartford, Connecticut, assignment the Silver Blue Matter expense account continued. Item ten
a dollar and forty five cents taxi from my hotel to the police headquarters office
of Lieutenant Garcia. The early morning fog was starting to lift in the city
sprawl beneath a slate gray sky. The filtered sun should have softened things,
but didn't. Gray sun, gray world, grab and dreary, and a
case to match. Teenagers, not a gang of hardened criminals, a bunch
of wild kids who'd broken into a warehouse and stolen eighty fur coats, silver
blue mink. A night watchman had been slugged and lay dying in the hospital,
and a lunch from owner named Red Weller had been stabbed at death the
night before. So it couldn't be called kids stuff. That term doesn't apply
to murder. Run those forecards through, Joel, See what you can make
on the nice Come on into the office, Johnny. This Mattou's out here.
Get to a frazzle before you know it. Oh, you police detectives
have it pretty softwarees here. That's news to me. A lot of times,
photophiles, record cards, crime labs. How'd you like to try working
alone on your expense account? I could suffer the hardship and let's go in
here. Ever, see, Johnny? Thanks? Yeah? Did I put
the fear of the Lord in you? On the phone? You were real
impressive. Yeah. The Chief was breathing down my neck. And then I'll
stop trembling. Getting aside, Johnny, I've got to know just how that
Monday boy figures in this? Did I say he even figured in it at
all? No? You just wanted some information on him. But key figures
all right. You didn't come out here from hotfood to look up the nephew
of an old friend. Oh, I've done crazier things and times. He's
got a record. Did you know that? No petty stuff, no convictions,
gang brows, auto pilfering, vandalism, intoxication, interrogative attitude, sullen,
hostile, antisocial. Yeah, that's quite a nephew you've got, Johnny.
I actually be it a family. What's the study? How did you
get onto this school? Look from megor I made a promise on this.
I hate to break it. It's murder, Johnny. This kid's sister worked
for Red Weller and at lunch from across the street from the warehouse. Her
name is Carlamonti. She's five years older than he is. They lived together,
their parents are dead, so I put some pressure on her, and
she told me she thought her brother Eddie might know something about the robbery.
She took me to a pool room to meet him. Oh, was he
supposed to have known about it? He's say no, no. She admitted
later that she suspected him of being mixed up in himself. Things he'd said,
the way he acted. She asked me to help her try to keep
him out of trouble. I think he's already in trouble, Johnny, Yes,
so do I, and I think she does too. What did he
have to say when you talk to him in the pool hall? Several things,
but they added up to two words, get out. When I wouldn't
he did. Why do you think Red well I was killed? Johnny?
Well? I think those kids use his lunch room as a lookout post to
spot the prowl. Carla was patrolling that area as soon as it passed they
pulled the job. Figures all right. I think Red realized it when he
thought back and knew who the kids were. I think that's what he was
going to tell me. So they found out what he was up to and
knocked him off to shut his mouth. Yeah, it ends up, Gursey.
Oh, tell me about her, Carla wants to tell She's just a
girl like millions of others, decent, hardworking and real sweet. But there's
something about her, something special. I don't know what. I don't know
the words to use, but well it's there. You feel it, and
she's kept it somehow in spite of everything. I guess I know what you
mean. Oh yeah, I told you once, Johnny, I grew up
in that district. I know her rought is, or maybe it's even worse
for a girl it is. I know I had a sister. Oh,
I didn't know that she was a lot like this girl Carla once. Then
the district got to her and she got to be more like Carla's brother.
What happened to her? One to five possession of narcotics, a couple of
other pretty rough charges. She she died in the Hatcher be prisoned seven years
ago. I'm sorry. See, I don't want to see this girl Carla
hurt any more than you do, Johnny. Maybe the hurt, will break
her, make her lose that something special. But I've still got to pick
up her brother and bring him in for questioning. Expense account Adam eleven a
dollar and ninety cents taxi that while lunch room to see Carla Montey, Lieutenant.
I see. I had a police detail checking known fences and borderline dealers
specializing in furs, but so far none of those contacted had been approached by
any member of the Warehouse gang. Albert Chrisman, the night watchman who had
been slugged during the robbery, was still in a coma, unable to talk,
so Carla remained my best, in fact, my only lead to the
case. The lunch room was closed, I paid off the taxi, walked
three blocks to Carla's apartment house, climbed the stairs, and knocked on her
door. Yes, Johnny Doler, I'd like to talk to you, all
right, just a moment coming, Johnny. What were you expecting a major
invasion? I don't know. I don't know what I'm expecting. Easy,
Carl, Easy, It's not the end of the world. Eddie didn't come
home last night. I tried, Johnny, I tried to be a mother
and father both doing. What did I do wrong? Oh? That's the
had a question that doesn't always have an answer. Have you got a drink
in the house? I got anything to drink? Well, there's some brandy,
I think, all right, get it. I don't know if it's
a good brand, It doesn't matter. Bring two glasses. We're out a
couple of stiff ons. No, I don't go ahead and for them,
two of them? All right? Is this a snapshot of Eddie when he
was younger? Yeah, he was in junior high school. Then it was
taking at summer camp when he won a middle for swimming. That was the
only year I could afford to send you yard. Thanks, all right,
here's it go not drink it? All of it? All right? Good?
You needed that. Where do you think he is? Johnny? What's
happened to me? Carla? You're going to have to face it sooner or
later, And I kind of think now is the time. What do you
mean? You've been worried, sick for fear your brother would get into some
kind of trouble, and you had reason to worry. It's finally happened.
He's in trouble, all right, plenty of trouble You're not the only one
looking for him. Who else is? Who do you mean John? The
police there's an apb out. They want him for questioning in connection with the
robbery and with the murder of Redweller. Oh Eddie wouldn't kill anyone, Maybe
not, but somebody did, some member of the gang that robbed the warehouse.
And it looks very much as if Eddie is a member. Yes,
I suppose he is. Look, Carly, is there anything you haven't told
me about the robbery? I mean no, no, I I was just
suspicious that song, because if there is, let's have it. It's too
late to protect him now. The sooner he's taken into custody, the less
likelihood of his getting any even deeper. He was out that night. He
didn't come home until almost morning. I was worried about it. I knew
it wouldn't do any good to ask you. Do you know who was with
him that night? Who would be the most likely ones to go along on
a deal like that, Any of him, any of those he's been running
around with lately, Any idea what they hang out? Mostly just those two
places I took you to last night, that drive in in the pool hall.
Look if they did pull at robbery, where do you suppose they take
the furst? I don't know. Does Eddie have a car? No,
but some of the other boys do. Carlo, would you mind if I
look through Eddie's room? No, I don't mind. It doesn't matter.
I guess nothing much matters now. It's gone so far. It's Eddie.
He has his own key. Take it easy, Be careful, Johnny,
So you're gonna have What the devil are you doing here? Looking for you?
Eddie? Yeah? What for? I think you know, Eddie,
Eddie, even gotta give yourself up as I got you to think for this
jam, This insurance that comes around romances up a little in your sum me
right down the river. That's not true. How do you know you were
in a jam? Eddie. I got friends in this neighborhood. They give
me posted the same friends. Tell your redweller was about to make a deal
to talk. You're whistling in the dark. Dollar. Maybe, I imagine
Garcia will find out though, when he gets you down to headquarters. Did
you hand off that phone? So you've got a gun, Eddie? Eddie,
don't keep out of this. Move back against that wall. Dollar,
put your hands flying against that while you're keeping there. Give me some clothes,
Carler, come on, make it fast. What are you gonna do?
See? Give me some clothes? All right? You're wrong though,
you're making a big mistake. Eddie. It's no use running. You're lonely
yet, Eddie, what's the matter Down there in the street? A police
car just pulled up. You're line. There were your dollars. Chill you,
Carla. You're the one that brought him here, trying to let him
trap me. I'm think I'll pull a bullet in you before I leave.
You'll fire one shot and you won't have a chance. They'll be in here
before you can get out of the hallway. You better make up your mind.
Eddy, Well you've still got time. There were you a dollar.
I'll try to come after him. Eddie. Please give yourself off, Eddie
topping, Johnny, I'm afraid it's a little late. Why did you let
him go? There was no choice cover. He'd have killed you if i'd
moved. Why did you'd? Better give me that list of his friends.
The police will want it. Heaven help him. Yeah, that's about all
that can help him now, Johnny Doller are the boys and the police car
still there. There are three police cars here now. They've searched the apartment
house from top to bottom. No Eddie got away. I didn't dare make
a move to stop him. He was going to shoot his sister. Well,
we don't get him, Johnny, don't worry about it. I don't
attend to. My job now is to locate one hundred thousand dollars worth of
stolen furs, not to go after Eddy money. It's the same job,
isn't it. Probably did you see that list of his friends Carla gave me.
I just put out an app to bring them in good. They weren't
all in on that warehouse robbery, but some of them were. They we'll
take them. We've got an interrogation room down here to sort the sheep from
the gold. Yeah, I know, but first you got to catch your
goats. From Special Investigator Johnny dall a location, Los Angeles, California,
to the home office Mono Guarantee Insurance Company, Hartford, Connecticut, assignment the
Silver Blue Matter expense account continued, i'dem twelve two cents for the way I
felt. I hung up the phone and walk to the window, stood there
looking out into the street. The police were leaving in the apartment to carry
their search for fugitive Eddy Moody into wider territory, and Eddie's sister Carlos,
sat huddled in a corner forlorn, beaten, broken hearted. From the window,
too, the view was anything but cheerful. Dirty clutted streets lined by
row and rows, sagging tenements, drabbing gray in the weakening light of late
afternoon. This was the slums that had spawned Eddie Muddy, raised and nurtured
him, made him into a member of a gang, and had now sent
him fleeing from the police with a gun in his hand. And the same
slum had bread the others of the gang who'd robbed a warehouse of Eddy silver
blue mink coats, slug night watchman Albert Grisman into a near death comma,
and had murdered a man who tried to give them away. Why Johnny,
what got into him? Why is he ending up this way? I wish
I could tell you, Ka, I did something wrong, that's it,
of course, But forget it. You did all you could wasn't enough.
Sometimes nothing is enough, And nobody knows exactly why I loved him. I
never thought of him is just a nuisance of a kid brother, the way
a lot of girls do. Now. Look, you did more than anybody
could respect. You were a pretty young kid when your folks died, too
young to have to take on the responsibility of raising a teenage brother. But
I tried. I tried hard, and I thought I was doing all right
until lately. So it didn't work. And what's happened is breaking your heart.
Well that can't be changed. But just remember this one thing. You
did the best you could, and that's all anybody could do. So don't
blame you yourself. Tell me something, Johnny. Yeah, you're wearing a
gun. I don't think it. He knew it when he ran from here.
Maybe you couldn't have used it to disarming, not when he was on
the verge of killing you, But you could have drawn it and killed him.
He was careless. He gave you several chances. Why didn't you?
I don't know. Thank you, Johnny. I'd like to look through Eddie's
room if you don't mind, all right, I'll go with you this way.
It's down the hall. Thanks. Somehow, I still can't believe it.
Not the killing at least Eddie is just not that kind. Well,
a kid gets under precious son of times and gets pushed overboard. Maybe we'll
know more when they pick him up. What if what if he tries to
resist a risk? You know the answer to that? Oh? I hope
he doesn't. Oh, here it is. This has been Eddie's room since
he was thirteen. It ought to tell something. The main thing at the
moment is to find something that tells where he might go to hide out.
I've also got one hundred thousand dollars worth of First I'll kate you. You
go ahead and look around whatever you want. Okay, Thanks, I'll be
in the living room. You call me if you want me. For the
sake of company, I switched on a beat up record player in the corner,
and I looked at six years of a boy's life accumulated in one role,
comic books, hot rod magazine, school mementos, knickknacks, photographs jump
mostly to anybody but the owner. I went through all of it, and
through the drawers and chests and through his clothes. Nothing. I looked over
the photographs stuck in the mirror, attacked on the wall. Some of the
names on the boys pictures were the same as those on the list Carla had
given to the police. There were a few pictures of girls and a lot
of pictures of hot rods. I picked up an envelope of loose photographs lying
on the dresser. They were views of a secondhand panel truck, and in
all of the pictures that he was standing beside the truck with obvious pride of
ownership. One of the views showed the front license plate. I turned the
envelope over. The film had been developed less than two weeks before. I
called Carla back into the Roman asked her about him. No, no,
I didn't know he had a car or a truck ridding. It may not
be his, but I'll lay odds that it is. That look on his
face as a dead giveaway. I don't know. He sure kept the secret.
He never brought it here once. Do you recognize the background on those
pictures? No, no, I don't. It looks like a stewarde yard
or an industrial places some kind, doesn't it. Yeah, I'd call it
that. Do you mind if I take these with me? Of course?
Not why the gang had to use something to haul those furs away from the
warehouse. If if Eddie was keeping the truck a secret from me. It
was because he was planning to use it for the robbery that one or some
other one. Johnny, he was in on it all along. Look,
Carlin, I've got to hunch Eddie as the leader of that gang. I
think the truck was used in the robbery, and I think when we find
it, we'll find the furs and we'll find Eddie. See you later,
Carlin. Expense account item thirteen A dollar eighty five taxi fair from Carlo's apartment
to the police headquarters office of Lieutenant Garcia. Come in, Oh, Johnny,
I've been trying to look at you. What's up. We picked up
two of those kids on Carla Monte's lists friends of Eddie's. Ah, it's
a start. Not with one of them, he's in the clear, perfect
alibi. We have something on the other one, though, I want to
help me talk to him. Yeah sure, Oh say, here are some
photographs I picked up in Eddie's room a while ago. We should take a
look at them, Gert. See all right, let's see them. The
pictures were taken about two or three weeks ago. If this truck is his,
his sister doesn't know about it. He sure got that owner look on
his face. Yeah, sure, is that second one there shows the license
nuver see yeah, yeah, I see it. Do you think they might
have used this in the robbery? Johnny, it's a possibility, and we're
not exactly swamp with angles. I was wondering, two of you haven't to
recognize that background behind the truck. No, but it looks like it might
be done in that area somewhere the warehouse district. Look, why don't you
get some copies made, circulate them and see if any of your boys can
tag the place? Or are you insurance sticks? Do get ideas? Sometimes
you'd be amazed. All right, I'll do it, and now let's go
down and talk to that kid. Interrogation Room five nineteen was on the fifth
floor, air walls painted gray, A business like room without a dormant,
a compromise for any's only with the necessary table, chairs and lights. We
stopped in the ante room and looked in through the one way glass window.
The boy waited alone at the interrogation table, trying to put up a tough,
defiant front, but failing by the tremble of a lip and the occasional
flick of his eyes. Let's go in a kid stiffened when he heard the
door open, but he didn't turn around. He just sat there at the
table, braced and waiting. You can take that chair at the side,
Johnny. Okay, thanks. What's your name? Maori? Nord I said,
what's your name? Mario Centauris? That's your right name? Yeah?
Where do you live? Rockxman place? My aunt and arrested before Mario.
No, you've got kind of a bad memory, haven't you. Why September
of last year, arrest made by officer C. J. Barton Chudge possession
of stolen articles pubcap to auto radios one camera. Wasn't convicted, I asked
if you'd ever been arrested. It's not convicted. It was a frame up.
I didn't have any evidence, apparently not. Witnesses for the prosecution refused
to testify. Case dismissed. Yeah, what are you going to claim this
time? Mario? Another frame up? I don't know why you brought me
in here. I don't know anything about anything. That bad memory again,
I just don't know what you're talking about. It's lucky for us that any
money had such a good memory. Yes, what about it? What do
you mean? Is he a friend of yours. He's got a fine memory.
That boy too bad. You can't remember things the way he does talking
about Well, that's true, all right, Eddie remembers everything that happened,
what he did, What Mario did? I don't know what you mean.
Well that's because of your bad memory, Mario. Why Eddie remembers the name
of every boy who was in on that job and just what each one of
them did? What job? That warehouse robbery? Have you forgotten about that?
I don't know anything about any robbery. Well there's been a lot of
talk. At least you've heard about it, haven't you. I don't know
anything about it. Maybe you've just forgotten. I don't know what you're talking
about. When did you see Eddie last? I don't remember. Have you
seen him since the robbery? No? How can you be sure? You
said you hadn't heard of any robbery? Why I haven't? Still you haven't
seen Eddie since the robbery? Come on, Mario, tell us about it.
I guess maybe I did hear about it, so well, why shouldn't
I hear? It was in the papers? Everybody's been talking about it,
So what if I did hear? I don't prove anything he said you hadn't
heard, so I forgot guy? Can forget something candy? Yeah, if
he's got a bad memory, can Mario's got a real bad memory, Johnny?
Not Eddie, though, he remembers how you guys loaded those furs into
his truck. Are you waited across the street and read wellers until the prowl
car passed? How you slugg the night watch when Albert Christmas? That's a
lie? How do you know it is? Mario? You don't even remember
it? Eddie does, though, he even remembers the next night when you
stamped read Well as a death to keep him from coming to me. No,
No, I didn't do that. Of course you did. You don't
think Eddie would lie, do you? It's not true? It makes sense
to us. Is Eddie here? Do you pick him up? How would
we know what he remembers unless we picked him up? Now? How do
you think we got your name out of the telephone Book's not true? What
Eddie says? Well, if you've got anything to say, well listen to
it. But I don't think it's necessary, do you, Johnny? No?
I think Eddie remembers everything. Let's get out of here. Yeah,
he's lying. Who listen to me, I'll tell you the truth. I'll
get a stenographer, Johnny Daller speaking Lieutenant Garcia's office. Johnny, you're the
one I was trying to reach. This is Carlin Monte Oh. I was
going to phind you later. What's happening yet? Not yet, But the
police picked up one of his friends, Mario Sentrres. Mario, I know
him, but he's been to the apartment lots of times. Was he and
on the robbery? Yes? He just made a statement admitting it. And
what did he say about my brother? He says, Eddie is the one
who planned the whole thing. Must be lying. No, Garcia and I
are pretty sure he's telling the truth. I'm sorry, Carlin. I'm coming
down to headquarters. Johnny. There's no use. There's nothing you can do
here. At least I can be there when they bring him in or whatever
hep They won't help. You're better off at home now, Please, some
of the fault must be mine. I can't desert him. I'm going to
be there if he needs me, Okay, Carlin. From Special Investigator Johnny
Dollar location, Los Angeles, California, to the home office Motel Guarantee insurance
Company, Hartford, Connecticut. Assignment the Silver Blue Matter expense account final page
one hundred thousand dollars worth of fur coats, silver blue minks, stolen in
a warehouse robbery and still missing. A night watchman slugg during the robbery by
one of the teenage gangs, still lying in a coma, unable to speak
and read weller. A man who tried to speak lay in the county Morgue,
stabbed to death in a dark alley. But now one of the gang
had been arrested, a seventeen year old named Mario Sentauris, and he'd finally
talked. Sitting in Garcia's office, I read Mario's statement through for the second
time. Well what do you think, Johnny? I think the kid was
telling the truth. Eddie Mahdi scraped up enough money to buy that secondhand panel
truck and then talked the other kids in the knocking over the warehouse. That
ties in with what Eddie's sister said that he kept the truck a secret,
hadn't told her about it, and also the fact that Eddie seems to be
a born leader type. They even mentioned it in one of his former records
of arrest. Yeah, I think we can buy it that Eddie Monday is
the leader of the gang, all right. They picked at night. They
cased the place from Redweller's lunch rum across the street, and as soon as
the Prowl car passed, they made their move. They got the watchman,
Albert Krisman, to open the door by showing him a fake telegram through the
window. That's another thing that checks out. Mario studied Johnny. Mario claims
he's the one who showed the telegraph. That's right. Chrisman kept saying.
Kid with a mark on his arm, and Mario's got a bad scar on
his left wrist. That's what they mean. It checks out. Mario didn't
know what Chrisman had told us, all right, So the gun inside and
then, according to Mario's version, it was Eddie Mardy who slugged the watchman.
Probably true. Then they jumped the other watchman in the dark and started
hauling out the furs, loading them into the truck of Eddie's. They knew
they had forty five minutes before the Parl car came back through. By that
time they'd finished and split up, Eddie driving their truck away alone, and
the others disappearing on foot. Yeah. I think that's about the size of
it. And I think Mario's telling the truth when he says neither he nor
any of the others know Eddie planned to hide out the truck and read Weller,
according to Mario, is murdered by another gang member. What was his
name? Juwi Moreo. Yeah, that's true. Eddie Monty is at least
clean on the murder charge. If it's true, all you can tag him
on is robbery and a soul on that watchman. I'm kind of glad of
it, Johnny. I feel sorry for that sister, So do I.
She's a good kid and she's carrying a real load of guilt. Thinks that
she's responsible in somewey Oh, she was only nine herself when their folks died.
How could she be expected to hold him in line? And especially in
that district. She's on her way down here by the way. Yeah,
yeah, yeah, I tried to talk her out of him. Oh maybe
she's as well off hanging around here. Though she is waiting alone in that
apartment. It's a rough deal for her no matter where she waits. Well,
at least we can tell her her brother's not in quite as deep as
we can. Excuse me, gotta see us speaking good. Who's the other
one? Yeah? Yeah, bring them on in and book them. I'll
talk to them later. And now we what when? All right? Keep
in touch with me. The boys just picked up Chui Morrell and the other
two and Leaves just wanted to go. Yeah, the big one, he's
even bigger now, Johnny, what do you mean that watchman? Eddie slugged
Albert Chrisman? What about him? He just died. It was a different
thing. We had to tell Carla when she arrived at headquarters, not that
her brother would probably get off on a lesser charge, but instead that an
app was out that every officer in town had been worn be on the lookout
for Eddie Monty, aged nineteen, armed and dangerous, wanted for murder,
expensive count Adam fifteen twelve dollars and fifty cents rent on a hired car.
One of Garcia's boys was certain that the background appearing in the photograph of Eddie's
truck was somewhere in his district, but he couldn't tag the exact spot,
so I decided to cruise that area street by street Carlo Monty, Eddie Systet
went along with me. There's an alley off to the right, Johnny,
it might be worth a look. Yeah, it runs back toward a lumber
yard there. That could be a lumber yard in the background of that photograph.
Well, we'll give it a try. This isn't it, Johnny.
Sally makes it right angle turn there before it even gets to the lumber yards.
Oh, we may as well check it on through. It seems to
run clear on down to the railroad yards. Please let us find him.
If it's the police, he'll fight and he'll kill someone else, be killed
himself. Me. It's out of your hands now, Carl. It's gotta
work itself out in its own way. There's nothing to watch. Anybody can
do to stop it or change it. I know, Johnny, I keep
trying to fool myself all the time. I know. Well, all you're
gonna do is hop Look that fence ahead of us there next to the railroad
yards, and it could be the fence in these pictures. Looks the same.
And that storage shed there at the right that's in one of the shots.
And that pile of oil drums this is it, Carla. This is
where those films were taken. The truck was parked right at the corner of
that shed. Well, it looks as though that off chance paid off.
I'm scared, Johnny, now that it's so close, I'm scared. Don't
be by off chance. I meant just finding the place. He may not
have come back here since the day those pictures were taken. You don't believe
that. And you know it, Carla. That house back at the corner
has a phone. There's a wire running in for the pole. Go back
there and use it to call Lieutenant Garcia. Give him the location and tell
him to hit the radio and have this whole area blocked off. Got it.
Tell him to cover the railroad yard too, so up this whole section
tight and tell him to make it fast. Yeah. Eddie may be watching
us from around here, somewhere right this minute. I waited until she'd gone.
Then I got out of the car and walked towards the shed and the
sagging wooden fence that bordered the railroad yards. It was nearly dark now.
The high floodlights had been turned on above the criss cross network of gleaming steel
tracks, shadows by tricks at such a time of evening, and I got
sudden movements now and then from the corner of my eyes, But yet nothing
really moved, and the only sound was the sound of my own footsteps.
I stopped several times and stood watching and listening, but nothing moved. There
was only silence. I reached the door of the long wooden shed and found
it padlocked. Looking in through a broken and do I could see the lock
didn't matter. The shed was empty and long abandoned. Between it and the
fence was a drive leaning towards the little rear, and behind the shed in
a loading area. I found it. He struck, and in the back
of it was one hundred thousand dollars worth of first All right, dollar,
gets your hands up, Eddie. You're in a rut. That's the first
thing you said to me the last time we met. I gotta killed you
there in that A partner hasn't one killing enough. I don't suppose you know
it, but Albert Chrisman died this afternoonner I no, I got a radio
in the truck there. That's where you've been hiding out all the time.
If I wanted to answer questions, I go turn myself in. You may
be better off in the long run if you do, get you here alone?
No, no, your sisters with me? Oh the what does she
want to do? Watch me get it? Why don't you give me that
gun? Eddie? It's only a matter of time. You know that you
don't have a chance. Oh I think I got a pretty good chance right
here in my hands. Chance at what to break Carlo's heart? Smash her
into the dirt killer? Maybe? What more do you want to do to
her before you through? I'm not planning to be through. Oh that's great,
But the police are doing some planning of their own. They gotta find
me first. I found you, didn't I I got to kill you right
where you're standing. Is that all you gotta think about, Eddie? To
kill somebody and go on killing until one of them kills you. Think about
Carla, if you want to think about something, think about the things she's
done for you, the year she's worked for You're worried about you, and
that dame was born to worry. Nobody's born to worry. They inherit worries
like you were inherited by her. I didn't ask her to do it.
Life didn't give her any choice. But it's too late now to talk about
that. It's all over ready, this is the wind up. Come on,
I'll give yourself up. You haven't got a chance, and I would
have if I gave myself up. Don't you hand me that stuff. The
police have got this whole section surrounded. Carla went to call him twenty minutes
ago. I thought you were trying to hand me. Keep your mushut,
Eddie. You don't have a chance. Be careful. Let he's here.
I hit the dirt and roll under the truck and came up on the other
side with my gun in my hand. I could hear ready running away,
but I couldn't tell where he was. Yeah, I'm all right. Eddie
went over the fence into the yards here the corner of the shed. Come
on, let's go after him. He take it through. I've got been
working this way from the other side, back there somewhere. Come on,
we can get through the fence here. Carla, stay where you are,
don't follow us. There, he goes, Johnny behind that line of freak
all right, come on, he can't get too far that way. There's
a train coming there, he goes. He's gonna try to beat it.
The crazy Come on, I don't know Johnny, there must be better ways
today. Expense account idem sixteen three hundred dollars and sixty cents. Hotel in
miscellaneous and Los Angeles and transportation back to Hartford. Expense account total five hundred
forty one dollars and twenty five cents. End of account, end of report
remarks, Well, I guess Carla made the remarks for me. I don't
know, Johnny. Those eighty four coats they'll go back into stock now,
they'll be sold to women who wear them to parties and dances, nightclubs,
and they'll be happy in them, and they'll never know about eighty How about
me or what happened here tonight? Yours truly, Johnny Darlin. Now here's
our start to tell you about next week's intriguing story next week the matter of
the medium. Well done. And I say answer too that I think you'll
like join us. Want you yours truly, Johnny Deller, Yours truly,
Johnny Doller, starring Bob Bailey, is transcribed in Hollywood. Written by Les
Crutchfield, it is produced and directed by Jack Johnstone. Heard in this week's
cast were Lucille Meredith, Edgar Berrier, Victor Perrin Jack Crucian, Tommy Cook,
and Richard Krenner. Musical supervision by Amigo Marino. Be sure to join
us on Monday Night, same time and station for another exciting story of yours
Truly. Johnny Deller, Roy Rolin speaking Welcome Back the Silver Blue Matter.
In many ways feels like a throwback. I could imagine this story being told
in the O'Brien era. It's a heartbreaking story that only offers glimmers of hope
in order to extinguish them. Take episode five, when it's revealed that the
lunch counter owner was killed by Number, the member of the gang, only
for it to be revealed a minute later that the guard died. The story
serves to highlight the challenges of life and the slums and anyone trying to live
a decent life there or raise a family. The ending leisure really feeling for
Carla and all that she's gone through. It's a story that raises issues but
doesn't offer any easy answers or ready made villains. Carlo's closing remarks left the
audience with something to think about without telling them what to think. Of course,
these are difficult issues, many of which continue to this day. This
is a story that could just as easily be told in a modern setting with
iPhones rather than for coats. It's also interesting that practically as soon as Johnny
got back to Hartford from The Calicles Matter, he was on his way on
another plane back to Los Angeles. Of course, these two serials, while
set in the same city, are practically in different worlds. It's an interesting
contrast, though I'm not sure it's intentional, given that it's never brought up,
and it may just have been a matter of how the scheduling works and
how writers got their scripts completed. On a lighter note, Richard Krenna is
the actor who played the other kid in the Gang Mario in episode four.
Today, Krenna is probably best remembered for playing Colonel Trautman in the Rambo films,
among many other fine performances in his long career. However, in nineteen
fifty six, he was best known for playing ar Miss Brooks squeaky voice.
Student admirer Walter Denton and I have actually, since the first time I played
this serial, and I think it was twenty fourteen, I've listened to every
episode of our Miss Brooks, and that leads to an interesting effect Whakrana did
his best to vary the marial voice enough for a dramatic story and for the
fact that he was playing a young hoodlum. I kept hearing touches of Walter
Denton, and my mind was thinking that Mario was dark. Walter Denton add
it all right? We turned out a listener comments and feedback, and we
go over to YouTube where Brian comments on the La Douglas Douglas of Heather Scope
Matter. Brian rights, I might be in the minority Adam, but Laird
Douglas is one of my favorites of the five parters. It starts out so
lighthearted, and Bob Bailey and Harry Bartel have such wonderful chemistry as Johnny and
Harry Guy interrupting Harry with his right before Harry can get cranked up. It's
hysterical. Yet Janette Nolan, who comes across as one of the three Good
Fairies her about eighty percent of all five episodes, does an outbout face and
goes full maleficent in episode five where she says, mister Dollar, how much
do you want? The only thing that was missing was a fire breathing dragon.
Great episode, and you add him as always do a phenomenal job.
Well, thank you so much, Brian, and I really appreciate your perspective
because obviously we've had some listeners who didn't care for it much, and even
I've had a few issues with it, but I appreciate that you enjoyed it.
And really, I think that most of the criticism of the story comes
down to the fact that it does have some flaws, and of course everything
does, and the question is always to what degree you do the flaws ruin
or at least lessen your enjoyment of something that's otherwise entertaining, And that's really
an individual judgment, and I think you did point out some really good strong
points with that story, and I do enjoy Harry Bartel and Bob Bailey as
Harry and Johnny, perhaps more than some listeners do, so thank you so
much. Appreciate the comment. Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of
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forty five minutes later, Ben and I were interviewing the third victim, a
young housewife out on the Wiltshire district, same trademark till he tried to tim
and did he have any money? But he wouldn't listen. He kept holding
me by this ground, beating me when he fists like he enjoined Yah,
all right, all right, missus Jameson, could you tell us how he
got in the house the door and ranked the bell. I helpened the door,
but lest the burglar chain on. He said he was a policeman.
So when he missed and I opened the door all the way I did.
Yes, And you can't describe the man for us, Missus Jameson. He
was tall and he had dark hair, nig hands. It was like a
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