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Great Detectives dot nit. Well, now it is time for this week's episode
of Sam Spade. The original aired eight April the twenty seventh, nineteen fifty
one, and the title is The Hail and Farewell Caper. The National Broadcasting
Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade, Detective Sam Stay Detective Agency. Me
sweetheart, stop take it easy. The papers are on the street. I
saw them, so did I. There'll be some red faced editors ducking behind
their green eye shades tomorrow. What do you mean say you don't pin up
the scar until the returns are all in f This applies to presidential elections,
boxing matches, and executions at San Quentin Prison. You mean will I mean
Willie, batten down the hatches and turn over your foam rubber cushion. Wonder
girl for even now I'm homeward bond with a stride by strideacon of a twelve
hour marathon which I shall call for obvious reasons. The Hail and Farewell Caper
Transcribe for NBC. William Spear, Radio's outstanding producer director of mystery and crime
drama, brings you the greatest private detective of mall s Dying, Stephen Dunn
in the Adventures of Sam Staith Right heavy fart in here this minute. That's
what I was about to ask. Have you been sticking your delightful freckle cupboard
upturned little nose into my schnapps bottle? Now answer me, girl, and
you know I don't. All right, then, who was the nervous little
man who was here? Get open the dword to find a pencil and paper
and leave a note. Okay, you're clear, dam What about the little
man? A good and leading question? If shall we attempt to answer I'm
not ready to him. They fill it in to Justice Edward Benjamin, State
Supreme Court, from Samuel's Fade License number one three seven, five nine six,
subject the Hail and Farewell Caper. Dear Justice Benjamin. My relationship with
the spending little man goes clear back to a week ago Thursday, possibly even
before that, but that was the day I first noticed him. I remember
it was Thursday because I was having corn beef and cabbage at Schroders with him.
It was a glass of water at the next table. He was paying
little mind to the menu, having decided to spend the lunch hour staring at
me. A couple of times, he put down his glass of water and
pushed back his chairs if you were going to come over and talk, but
he changed his mind. I put away the corn beef and cabbage and was
halfway past the pie when he finally did it. Excuse me, sir,
Hello you, sir, I'm mister Speed. I am the detective Sam Spade
Detective Agents at your service. Sir, Now what can I I I you
see I Do you have a match? I gave him a match, and
he thanked me and went out. On Friday, I saw him in Ben's
grotto over a plate of wrecked soul. We got just about as far.
Then he returned the match she Over the following week I saw him four times,
once as I was going into a show, once at the post office,
and twice as I was going into my office building. Each was the
same. We get up to the point where he was about to tell me
something. Then he backed down and asked me what time it was, or
did I have a horse in the fifth at Golden Gate, or would I
lend him a cigarette? Then he bustle off as fast as his spindley little
legs could carry. And this matters stood yesterday place my office, time one
thirty seven pm. Sam Spade to Speed, this this is a gentleman who
Yeah, don't tell me. I know the voice. Now what is it
this time? I like to see you, mister Speed, that must see
me. I know I'll save us both the trip. The date by is
April twenty sixth, The time is one thirty eight pm. All training flames
and street cars are leaving on schedule and for the favorite of Golden Gate tomorrow.
Consult your near is please, sir, Please, mister Speed, please
do the jest. This is a matter of life and death. I say
fine, and I'll see you tomorrow for lunch. Uh, I won't be
here, mister speed Oh where you be? Did look? Look? I'm
tired of this, mister Spinley. Give it to me straight or sign off?
Now? What is it? You gotta listen to me, mister it's
most important. It's a life or desert life. Hello, mister Spinley.
Hello. It almost seemed as if you were in earnest this time, so
I didn't hang up. I hustled down the hall to the next office,
found another pole and sweet talked to supervisor, and there tracing down mister Spinley.
It was a pay booth in a drug store opposite the Park Emergency Hospital.
The quirk in the drug store was just getting over it when I punched
in. Spindley had collapsed in the booth and had been hauled across the street
to the hospital. On the bed there. Oh thanks, doctor, life
and death straight terrible. You gotta stop it. He's been mutering like that
ever since we brought him in. Hop hunh the legal kind you see before
you an overdose of sleeping tablet. I mean he trying to kill himself.
I can't think of an easy way. Anyone could feed him two full bottles?
Can you pull through? Probably he gave him a good pumping. Don't
let don't do now, mister do don't carry on? So but I don't.
Didn't you stop? Right? All right? I know who is to
get easy. He's got a lot of strength for a little guy, mister
Doe. No name, nothing to identify him. Funny thing, man,
What do you need? I almost guarantee the man's undernourished, hasn't eaten for
days, shabby clothes and so on. Look at the roller found these pockets?
How much? Almost eight hundred dollars? Did you find anything else?
Yeah? This what do you make of it? Front page of the Star
Time It's a gally proof, isn't it? Kind of run off in the
line of type room before the start presses. Yeah, chiller dies tonight Willie
Johnson hitchhike, murderer and her gas chamber at midnight Henderson. You go,
mister Doe. But I know who, I know everything everything. I know
the frame its just ship frame, you mean, Willie Johnson. I know
what it was. It was. It was farewell, sir well? Who
was it? Come on, mister Doe, wake up. It's to doe.
Yeah, I was waiting for that. Hit him like a ton of
bricks. He'll be in a cut over the next twenty four hours, longer,
hell and farewell a broken down actor. Huh, Only an actor would
think more of an exit line than an innocent man's neck. You mean you
believe. I don't know what I believe. The guy's been trailing me for
ten days, driving himself nuts, trying to knock himself off. It's a
sin. She believes it. There's no chance of bringing him around before tomorrow
and saying Willie Johnson dies tonight. So what happens? So I'm stuck for
taxi fair to san Quentin. Believe in him. Believe in Willie Johnsen.
Yeah, I know you're his lawyer, mister Grayson. I'm his lawyer because
I volunteered to say you, mister Spade, I've been in the law a
long long time. I've defended a lot of phonies. Sometimes you've got you
if you want to eat. They all sing the same song. I was
framed. Oh, I know all eighty nine verses. But Willie, Yeah,
Willie's song is different because Willie Johnson is an innocent man. Will he
was fraimed. Four appeals, four appeals, false stays, and we've had
our less one. It's folded up in our spade. I'm going to take
the walk with him at midnight. So do something for me, will you
sure? When when you walk into a cell, remember you're talking to a
man who's going to die in less than eight hours. We're trying to we're
trying to build his spirit up so he can go out with colors flying.
You know, don't give him a lot of false hope, Spade, because
because there isn't any I don't quite understand, mister Spade. So I told
my story so many times. I like to write something about it for the
papers. Willie, Oh, yes, sir, all the newspaper gentlemen,
didn't you I'm gone? I know? Could you tell her? Just one
smile? Well, well, all right, sir, it's more than a
year ago. I guess you know that. Yeah. I was broke.
You know, things hadn't been going so well, sir. I was down
in my last two bits. At night, I walked into Shery Duggin's.
That's a bar in the wonderf Yes, sir, I got to talking with
a fella sitting at the bar there. He bought me bare who is he?
I never did find his name. I ain't seen him since that night.
If I could find him, I don't reckon I'd be where I am.
So he had a paper with him, was reading the classified ad section,
you know, the part about Otto's transportation so on. You know,
Well there was an ad there. I'd say, well, pay five hundred
dollars plus expense to drive car to Mexico City with a phone number. And
the fella said that he were in my shoes, he'd call up and quiet
so I did. I'm quieter when I got the job. Well, sir,
About an hour later I met a man with a car, a Suthern
Mason, by the gas station there, and he gave me the five hundred
and I start out for Mexico City. It wasn't really never found his name,
Peter. We tried to mister Grayson me. Never could find him.
I see, well, it was raining that night, sir. I remember
raining, and I hadn't gotten more than fifty miles south of town, somewhere
around Morgan Hill. It was when Syene blew off behind me, and the
first thing I knew where they was asking the questions about a girl, a
girl named Georgia Lyon. It was her car, it seems, and the
officer claim I stole it, and they made me raise my arms, and
they they searched me, and there was a knife in my pocket. You
see what was blood on it. I don't know how it got there.
And the five hundred dollars that had blood on it too, and there was
blood on the seat. And when they opened the turtle back there she was
this Georgia line. I told you all double up there dead, and they
said, I've done it for the money in the corner. I guess I
just went crazy, mister Spade with her with this whole coming at me once
that way, You see, I tried to make a break for it,
and I got away, and I knew it was a terrible wrong thing to
do. I know it. Yeah. What about the trial, Well,
so mister Grayson done everything in his power, and so did I told the
truth as close as I could recollect it. But it didn't make no sense.
We never found a man in a bar or the man who drove up
in the car. What about the phone number in the all that that turned
out to be a fancy dress that turned out to be a fancy dress shop
on Powell Street. Caller Mason Francine and the Classified ads that that was the
queerest thing of all. What do you mean, Well, mister Grayson went
through every newspaper in the country for two weeks either side of the night,
and there wasn't any such add in any of them. So they said I
was lying. They said I was lying. I made it all up in
my head. Not now they're going to kill me for him. I don't
know, mister Spade, I've heard so long now. Maybe I did kill
her. Maybe they're right, Maybe they're right, But there was something in
the way that said maybe they're right. I told you they were wrong.
I thanked him and told him I had what I wanted from my story and
said goodbye. There was no hope in his face, but no despair either.
He knew what was coming and he was ready. And that's all.
I hit the homeward bound commuters on the wrong side of the Golden Gate Bridge.
So it was almost seven when I checked into Cherry Duggan's bar on the
waterfront. A girl was sitting free stools down from me, a class type
dame and a black file suit from Magnums and a hat that must have set
some good time. Charlie back fifty bucks at the kind of a dame you'd
expect to be sitting in Cherry Duggans, least of all as drunk as she
was telling Yeah, yard Jack, fifty cents, thank you. Wait a
minute. This is a one man operation, isn't it? Yes, why
then you'd be Sherry Dougan. No, no, I brought the joint from
Sherry a few bunch back. Right, well, I'm I'm doing a story
for the papers on Willie Johnson. Tell me was Sherry here on the big
night? Oh? Yes, yes, yes, only Woodley Johnson wasn't You
could look it up? What Sherry testified? Or is he now? Americaay?
You know why why Sherry has brains for a man in his shoes.
There's no better place right now in South America. Oh tell me more.
You needed to arrest the worst way, Sherry Dido, even through tending bar
can be difficult at times, right tim, Yes, indeed, yes,
indeed, show me a good bartender. I'll show you a barn diplomat.
Here's the Sherry wherever he is. Keep running, Sherry running, you know,
Sherry is like a dog running away from a can tied to his tail.
We all are we? All of us, all of us the world?
Give me another drink? Tim? Don't you give me any lip?
This is a first class week? Isn't it a send off for Willie?
Isn't it? What are you doing here? Just sometimes? George said,
ask come on, we're going home. Take your time, George, two
of the members present, one more. We'll have a quorum. Pour him
a drink? Him? Do you want me to carry out of here?
Might be fun? Where's daddy? Now? Come on? You know something?
George? You've got a can tied to your tail. Two? No
use running, George? Your head? Whatever made you come here? Kind
of appropriate? Don't you think? Special? Right tonight? What dress?
All fixing? Clave? Us? Awake? Not here? We aren't?
Are you coming? All? Right? Where we go? Going home?
Right? Silly you? How about hold it? How much to sel you?
Three? Four five? Here? Worth it? And tell me?
Who is she? Urchmort from drift shop of tone? Oh like the Maison
Francine for instance? Who do you know? That's the hunch? What's your
name? Well, Marilyn hare her old man runs the Star Times? You
know the publisher. The guy is his partner, George Farewell. You must
have heard of the firm he Luton Farewell. I had, but it was
a slightly different reading from the one mister Spinley gave me at the hospital.
I looked at my watch, Willie was four and a half hours from the
end of the line when I took off for the press room at the Star
Time. You are listening to the weekly adventure of radio's most famous detective,
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and another typical tangled comedy situation, the kind of hilarious mix up that could
happen only to Dennis Day and now back to the Hill in Farewell Caper Tonight's
Adventure with Sam Spade Time eight eleven. I got out of the elevator in
the basement of the Star Times building on Mission Street and started looking for the
press room foreman, somebody named Joe fordesque. I finally found his feet sticking
out from under a sick line of type, hauled him out and tried to
make him understand what I wanted. Yeah, I know, I know,
you mean, I know all this badley like this guys, I can't hear
you. I tell you, A little bandy like you guy? Yeah that's
the guy. What about come on yet you first? Ah? Who is
he? Charlie Forest? I know, but that's not what I trim off
his rocker for a year. Look you see that picture on the wall over
your head. Yeah that's mister Hale. The iron fist won't tolerate no inefficiency.
You understand what this screwpall this Charlie Forrest. I personally can him twice
and both times iron fists send him victim. So so don't make no never
mind to be brother, leave him come to work, stude all the time,
leave him lay off of two straight weeks like this time. Don't make
no never mind? Yeah, yeah no, Look I'm up with you now.
How long has Charlie been this way? A year or so? I
know, just when it started when Willie Johnson was hauled in on the hitchhiking
killing. Right, Oh you've been talking to Charlie. Huh? Yeah,
A funny thing. How that hit him? You'd find him sitting in a
corner by himself, mumbling all the time about the guy being innocent. What
do you suppose Charlie had to do with that? All right? I don't
know, got real crazy, told the end, you know, said he
was killing Willie Johnson, and you'd ask him with what me'd say, a
Liner type machine and a hunker NEOs print. One day he even offered to
prove it, you know how, I don't know. He said he had
proof. He said he had the evidence. It would save Willie's neck.
In his room was the office trolley. Oh, I've got to find out
where he lives. They don't know upstairs, I don't know. We don't
know downstairs either. He moved out of his apartment three weeks back, and
don't nobody know where he went. Look, he was in this morning,
picked up a Gallley proof a page one. That's right. Yeah, I'm
trying to who might know where to find him? Come on, come on,
about ten o'clock he leave here. He said he was gonna look him
up. Somebody is somebody named Spade, Thanks Sam Spade. He's a detective
that remains to be seen. A message day A bandy like a little guy
named Charlie Farrestuff. He must have been in around ten ten thirty this morning.
Yeah, I didn't get here till eleven. They're still clearing stuff off
the tracks from the Macarthury sat Yeah. I never mind that. Now listen,
write this down. Oh wait, left on a piece of paper.
Hurry up here here under the ash tray. Go aheadsair called Jeremy Grayson.
He's a lawyer and he's with Willie Johnson and a death row at Quentin.
Tell him to get hold of a justice on the State Supreme Court and hold
the line open. And I get him. You got that, yes,
sir? Is anything else? Oh, I'll get back to you a little
while. We got to go. Hang up, what's the matter this paper
I'm riding on und the ashtray. It's a no go ahead, mister stay
please contact me at once. Charles W. Farre's Bellflower Hotel three three eight
Founton Street. It till twenty more minutes to cross town and ten on top
of that to convince the clerk at the Bellflour I had a right to the
key to Charlie's room, which I had not. I tossed the room from
the light fixture to the floorboards, covered everything from the window shades to the
bathroom plumbing result one batch of dirty laundry, six soggy cigarettes, and two
empty bottles of sleeping pills. I was on my way out when I remembered
one more thing. It wasn't an accident like in the movies. It was
on purpose. I unscrewed the tops of the iron bedposts inside Number three.
I found it. There was a payphone at the end of the dark hallway.
Sam. I warned you about this. We've had four stage. They
won't come through with a fifth. I've got a fair hoole card, Grayson.
Did you get the judge? Yeah, Benjamin State Supreme Court. What
do he say? What I knew he'd say, no evidence, no stage?
How him? I got evidence? It? It is a phony newspaper,
a copy of the Star Times for the night of the murder, with
a special page in the classified section carrying the ad that Willie answered, How
does that sound? You've got it now? Yeah, Fore, I'll get
back to the judge. Say wait a minute, who's behind it? It's
a long story. I'll tell you when I see you hang up? When
you what spade? Spade? Hang up? Broad kidd you faith that's it.
You can turn around now, well, iron Fist, we've met.
I've seen your picture, mister Hale. It flattered me, no doubt.
Give it to me. What the paper is stupid? I haven't read the
Funnies, all right, mister Spade. If you'd read it, iron Fists
knew other games besides publishing. He moved up. I went for the gun,
which suddenly wasn't there, and he was giving me a fast demonstration of
Judo for beginning. The first thing you know, I was falling on the
floor and he was looking down at me along the barrel of his thirty eight.
I could kill you, I suppose, But why why? He backed
off toward the windows, spread out the paper and crumbled it up. Now
you know what you're doing with that match, Hale, You're burning Willie Johnson
at the stakes. He touched the match to the pile of papers, watched
them players suddenly lighting up the entire hallway. He looked like a medieval devil.
I'm sorry about Willie's Spade, but it has to be, That's all
it has to be. What did you have to do with Georgia Lyon?
Nothing? Nothing at all. And her name wasn't Georgia Lion, really it
was a stage name. Her real name was Farewell. Your part in his
weight by Spade? Didn't you read the testimony of the trial. He was
leaving George that night. She'd made a noble decision to walk out of his
life and leave him free for your daughter. I'm Maryland, that's right.
And it was such a tragedy. Georgia had to run into Willie Johnson the
very night she left. Wasn't it, Spade, wasn't it? He bent
over the fire, watched it die down into a pile of ashes. I
was looking at something else. A draft from the stairwell behind me had picked
up a glowing scrap and set it down at the foot of a sleazy window
curtain behind him. Well, and it spade, the last of Willie Johnson,
the last of I hit him at the knees as the curtain went up
in a blinding flash. No judo this time, just an old fashioned hammelt.
Let me go. Come on, Jimmy, that gun no break your
arm off. Well that's better, now, get up, get up,
hell stop hell, I called him in the Legas he hit the top of
the stairway, he took off like an eagle, lit on his neck halfway
down and top of the rest of the way like a loose tack sack of
laundry. He was dead when I got to him. Score with an hour
and five minutes to play, no evidence, one dead witness, one unconscious,
one, one killer and accomplice. At lunch, there was only one
way left to go, and I took it. George Farewells apartment. That's
the penthoffs. Yeh see home. I don't know what's the matter up there,
sir. I think something's wrong, awfully wrong. He went up there
early this evening with the young lady, and the door to the roofless locked
at the eighth floor. That's never happened before any other way up. Or
you might try the fire escape if it's urgent. It is so I climbed
the fire escape at the eighth floor and went up onto the roof, or
rather into George Farewells patio. I worked my way through a maze of potted
shrubbery around a fish pond with a fountain in the middle. Piano music was
coming through a pair of French doors. But before I saw where the music
was coming from, I knew it was the radio and not the piano,
because the piano of fourteen foot grand at George Farewells crawled across the keyboard with
a bullet through his head. I crossed to the set of French doors on
the other side of the house. There I saw standing up on the three
foot power. If it's surrounding the roof, looking eight floors down into the
street, you're not really going to jump, Maryn. He did it his
way. I'm gonna do it mine. Don't come any closer, don't.
I won't. So George shot himself. Huh? Why not? That goes
through life as you can tie to your tail. No running away from that,
No, there isn't. Well, you're gonna jump, give me time.
Oh you want to do it the domatic way, don't you, Marilyn.
Only thirty five minutes left until Willie checks out over the ship, And
to make it really ironic, you'll want to take off before he does.
Right, the one person left who can save them. I talked to Willy,
Marilyn. He must hate the world. He doesn't hate anybody, poor
j I think he'd feel even sorrier for you, throwing your own life away
while you can still save his. You can't run away from this, ten
can but you can untie it. You can climb down off that wall and
right over to Quinton with me. You can tell im George Farewell killed this
one, right bet, The three of you and the little lion of Typer
made a pigeon out of Willie. Ah, oh my breath. She swayed,
looked down into the street, poising herself. Then she turned round and
stepped onto the roof again. Let's go congratulations. Yeah, oh my,
George Farewell didn't stab his wife that night. I did. We pulled up
at Quentin with six minutes to spare the foregoing Justice. Benjamin has submitted and
supported the stay of execution granted Willie Johnson and will be set forth in detail
in mister Grayson's petition for a new trial period and of report. She really
can say? What can I say? Well? I have one constructive suggestion.
I could say, you're the greatest, finest, most wondering. Yes,
but you'd only be repeating yourself, Jaron. The proper line at this
moment is I shall have the report ready for you immediately following the next announcement.
Right Scoot three times mean good Times on NBC. Listen to the stars
on this Sunday's Big Show, Jimmy Duranty, Effelmerman, Milton Berle and Gordon
McGray, plus Meredith Wilson and his orchestra. You'r mc on the Big Show,
of course, is the Glamorous Tulula. You're invited, sare here's the
report? Oh yeah, yeah, what are you writing? San Alec?
How's this man of the world dashing debonair Cosmopolitan temporarily at Liberty Desires Employments?
Thank you? What is it? Me? All right, we'll drop it
down a few notches. Private investigator, accomplished raconteur will tell troubles to listening
public. Nice telephone voice contact Sam Spade, one East forty eighth Street,
New York. One East forty eighth Street, my address during the summer months,
charp, you got it, One East forty eighth Street, New York
City. Maybe a lot of people will write Sam. I'm sure they will
think so they'll always be a Samuel State Incorporated. Will then look smile through
the tears. I am The day will come soon again when the phone will
ring and you will say sive agents yes, And I will say me sweetheart,
buck up, old girls, soutfella stiff Upper Lip, Good Show,
a Reward, hal and Hairwell. Good Night. Tonight's transcribed Adventure of Sam
Spade was produced, editor and directed by William Spear. Sam Spade was played
by Stephen Dunn, Loreen Tuttle as Effie. Also in the cast for Junius
Matthews, Olan Silet, Wally Mayer, Sidney Miller, Kathy Lewis, Paul
Freeset, Max and lou Merrow. Script Fortnight's Adventure by Harold Swanton, Musical
scoring by lud Gluskin, conducted by Robert Armbuster. This is NBC, the
National Broadcasting Company. Welcome back. First of all, was there ever a
better name for a series only to a radio detective program than the Hale and
Farewell Keeper. Admittedly, most detective programs didn't know they were coming to an
end or didn't really choose to mark the ending, but this is about perfect
as an exit line. And while the series had its ups and downs over
the previous twenty three weeks, I think this episode's end things on a high
note and we get Sam in a race against time to save a man from
death, and it avoids being cliched, even though there are quite a few
stories that have that basic plot. We got some tense action, but in
the end, Spade's relentlessness and strength of character ultimately leads to getting the killer
to confess and saving the life of an innocent man. Having listened to Steve
Dunn's whole run, I can't help but feel he's a bit underrated by old
time radios, overshadowed by Howard Duff's iconic performance in the same way that John
Lund is overshadowed by Bob Bailey's superlative take on the character of Johnny Doller.
Playing Sam Spade was the best opportunity of Dunn's career, and he put everything
into it. After an episode or so of settling into playing Sam Spade,
he made the role of his own and rose to the occasion with every script.
Well, sometimes the scripts let him down, and the quality wasn't quite
at the level it was when Dowd and Tolman were writing Spade. There was
really nothing more that Don could have done to make the show a success.
The final episode includes a light pitch for return, though not quite as strong
as what listeners heard on the last Howard Duff episodes. Like most such request
at the end of a series, it wasn't successful. The political angle may
have been why the show didn't draw a sponsor or, at least part of
it. The idea that you can spend years hiding the link between an author
and a radio series and undo that association by dropping mention of the author seems
silly, and it could be the association with Himmett may have kept sponsors away.
Even if the award done received a few weeks previously indicated, it didn't
really keep audiences away. However, being nineteen fifty one may be explanation enough
television began to outpace radio and advertising revenue for the first time. Programs like
Tales of the Texas Ranger, The Man Called X, and The New Adventures
of Neiro Wolf all struggled with gaining consistent sponsors, and none had any political
baggage Nearal Wolfe was canceled after a similar number of episodes without being able to
draw a sponsor. Don would continue to have an active career throughout the nineteen
fifties and into the nineteen sixties. He starred in a sitcom called Professional Father.
He hosted three different game shows, including a prime time version of Truth
or Consequences. The daytime version was hosted by the Light Bob Barker, and
he actually got another chance to play a detective in the syndicated TV series The
Brothers Brannigan, which just has one of the best TV openings you've ever heard.
I'd encourage you to check that out on your own on YouTube if you're
curious. That all of these efforts were short lived and would run for a
season or less. During the rest of his time, Don made guest appearances
on a variety of tea TV shows and played small parts in films which would
become his bread and butter through the rest of the sixties and into the early
seventies. While we're done with the Stephen Dunn era, we're not quite done
with Sam Spade, as we have a Howard Duff home recording and one more
adaptation of the Maltese Falcon. Yeah, for now, I think it's fitting
to salute done on a solid farewell to his best role. Now it's time
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back next Monday with another adventure Sam Spade, but join us back here tomorrow
for the start of this week's Johnny Doll or Cereal? Where for the living
room windows saw this prowler holding a gun on missus palm quiz. The doctor
got into the house quietly and was sneaking up from behind when the prowler heard
him and got rattled. Prowler fired and killed a woman just as the doc
brought a paperweight down on his head. Nice a lot of left field funny.
I always thought prowlers and gunmen are two different things. Nothing says it
can't happen, and the evidence says it didn't. What does that mean that
this is one prowler who's sown uptight because everything checks out. The thirty eight
is his his prints are on it. Lab found the Lockey force to get
in. What else? You want a moving picture? We don't get mad.
Don't get mad. I'm just asking now that house call the doctor was
out on I'm a stranger in town. But isn't that kind of a late
hour to see a patient unless it's a real emergency, not when they looked
like this one. Oh, I checked with her this morning. She could
make me go to medical school right now, even at this age. Nice
son put it this way. Her first name ought to be Marylyn. That's
pretty clear. Who is she? A missus LRDA Kunsidine thirty five, widow
money and everyone should look like that. I hope you'll be with us then.
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