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one five. Now it's time for this week's episode of Sam Spake. The
original air date February twenty third, nineteen fifty one, and the title is
The Shot in the Dark Keeper. The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of
Sam Spade, detective from Say Detective Agency, The Sweat Oh with you,
What kind of a greeting is that? Oh? It's you. I may
be only your secretary and all that, but I do have feelings. You
know what have I done? Now? If you recall you were supposed to
take me to the Geary Theater last night and you never showed up. Well,
Effie, I oh, I know you'll make up some big story like
you always do, always an excuse. No, I'll try to tell you
the truth, and then truth. It'll probably be a story about at least
two or three people being killed, how you had to be there to straighten
the whole thing out, and there be beautiful women with hair like cards,
smoke and crimson flashes for mouths. You would leave that out now that you
mentioned it. I'm just going shooting and getting knocked out and glass keying your
way into houses and anything else you can think of, Effie. Well,
if you think that I'll fall for that, Effie, will you please?
What's your big bat story? You've already told everything about it, but the
title. I might as well add that. My big fat story is called
a shot in the dark. Caper Transcribe for n DC. William Spear,
Radio's outstanding producer director of History and crime Drama, brings you the greatest private
detective of them All in the Adventures of Sam Spade. Yes, no,
Iffie, don't be like this. I promise you tonight, right after this
report, we'll go to the theater and we'll have dinner too, any place
you want. So I'm good the employer. The faster we do the report,
the fastor we get out. I won't even take time out for a
drink. So come on, let's go, shall we? They'd fill it
in two Managing Editor, San Francisco Evening Gazette City from Samuel Spade, Licensed
number one three seventy five, nine six subject the shot in the doc caper
or stop the presses Fate has his pants caught in him their news hawk.
The next time you have a bright idea about a story, count me out.
There's too much work for the money it pays, and the glory just
doesn't exist. I don't mind being knocked on the head, shot at,
lied to double cross, and otherwise treated cruelly by circumstance, But to do
it all in one night, just so you can have a scoop and then
be referred to in your columns as a gazette staff member, Well, my
professional pride was severely injured. I am a detective, sir, and nobody's
staff member. Now that that's off my chest, here in journalistic pose,
is what happened starting yesterday afternoon? Yes, what you say? I was
taken, hears bade. That's just Woodrow Wilson. Really well, I'm sorry.
I have Teddy Roosevelt on the other phone. It might take some time.
You better try me later, by fade. Somehow I thought you were
above that sort of they Repartee. I am above nothing, sir, as
long as it's ethical, which Woodrow Wilson is this. I'm the new managing
editor of the Evening Gazette. We welcome to town. What can I do
for I have a job you might like, an interesting job and interesting money.
How interesting? If you find out what I want, you can almost
name your own price. Can you get over here in three minutes with any
sort of a tailwind, I'll make it in two a new track record,
I guess, ee, Spade, Now what is this interesting job? First,
let me say I don't know much about your personally, but you come
well recommended. I've tried. Second, this is a confidential matter, and
I wanted to remain that way. Of course, I'm going to trust you
as I would one of my own staff members. The police have to find
out about it until it's all over, and if any other newspaper gets it,
you might as well leave town. Woody, old boy, the man
doesn't live. Who can say I ever double crust him for money or love
or anything else. I had to say it so we'd understand each other.
I'll take a look at this newest photo. Yes, one of our boys
snapped it. What do you say a street intersection, old final I'd say
two automobiles hit head on an ambulance. A couple of people will injure the
sordid crowd. We took that picture three days ago, Tuesday night, routine
accident picture. But this morning, when we were filing it, I looked
at it again and I noticed something startling. Look at it, it's a
shop in the dock. But I smell a story. Well maybe I have
a cool but whatever it is escapes. On the right side of the pictures
an apartment house now caught up six floors. And look at the fourth window.
Ah, cross the left here, use this magnifying glass. Oh,
what do you know? Is somebody just fired off a gun? That's it?
Or you can see is a hand and the smoking gun. He can't
even tell whether the hands mail a female. But somebody shot at something,
probably a person, just a second before that picture was taken. You want
me to find out why this calls for a detective not a reporter. There
hasn't been a single homicide, suicide, or gunshot wound reported in the city
since it happened. Now I want sorry, get it okay, chief,
get ready to rip out page. What the apartment house was? The Graystone
was actually an apartment hotel and a little chabby. I entered an hour later
with a suitcase and an out of colown look. The name plates on the
mailboxes showed about five vacancies, including one on the sixth floor. I rang
the manager's door, Buttter, I'd like to rent an apartment if I could,
clip Clint drop your suitcase anyplace? My name said Barry. How are
there your suitcases leaking? We charge one price one seventy five per night.
Well, I don't have that kind of cash with me or my checkbook.
Could I pay you tomorrow? Sure thing? Your name my coumboat Mark Bolt?
Yes, that's it. Where you're from? Stumble the New York Boy
New York forty eightiest fifty first three. They're Broadway next to kin, any
family or relatives? No, no, you own a car. Look,
I'm just running an apartment, not taking our life insurance. Well, you
see, there's a state law here requires us to get this sort of information.
I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. No car, bank
account, corn Exchange bank. Do you own any property? Yes, yes
I do, Albany, New York. Just how much would you say?
Six feet in a cemetery? I expect to be buried there, ha ha.
Yeah, well I guess that about takes care of. Then anything on
the sixth floor? Why the sixth, particularly my lucky number. Oh well,
I'm sorry, maybe later, Right now, we got nothing on the
sixth Come on, I'll show you around in a few minutes. I was
ensconced in room five one two as he stood in the doorway. Yet during
the manager scanned my luggage, my clothes, my ring and wrist watch as
if he were trying to estimate what he could get for me from a fence.
After he went back to his apartment, I took a stroll up to
the sixth floor. Woody Wilson and I figured the gun incident took place an
apart from six o eight, so I cut it back from the end of
the corridor and found we were right. Six oh eighth was silent. I
knocked, but no one answered, so I sprang the lock and went in.
The place was absolutely empty, no furniture, no nothing. In fact,
it was being completely remodeled. Huh, I said, well, well,
where did you come from? I guess maybe I startled you little.
I was just coming down the hall, you know, taking some of these
groceries, and I saw you standing there. You're new here, huh huh
yeah, huh yeah, here, let me carry some of those things.
Say say, you know you're the con man a girl should ever? Well,
I've tried to convince several of them. Oh, who are you kidding?
A big handsome guy like you wouldn't have any trouble getting a girl.
Well please not if I was a girl. Well do you know my place
is down? Here? Shall we go? The wine up? My name's
Honey Kane, Mark Humbolt. See what a fascinating oh not half as fascinating
as yours, really says A wonderful how they just throw two people together the
bags of groceries we were carrying, had a layer of dust on them,
and the bags looked as if they'd made fifty trips to the grocery store.
No one had to hit me on the head. Sam's faye, detective.
She was small in peroxide and if you like them, stupid small in peroxide.
She lived in apartment six twenty with a roommate who was quite a bit
different, prettier, smarter and quieter. Way shouldn't meet this very nice gentleman,
mister mark Umberg. Come both, Oh sure, I remember the Mark
Fartherer. This is Sandels Lynn. How do you do, miss Slim?
Hello, nice day, great, well, just for the rosy down here
house. Oh yeah, let's have some fun, like fun, mister Humbold,
wouldn't be without it. You're priceless. But let's start with a drink.
How about your fun? No, no, you kids, have you
all fun. I'm going out for the wall tumble. You're supposed to be
looking at me. An hour later, under the pretext of going out for
some snuff, I shook her off and left. The next half hour,
I went to giving the apartment house a thorough casing. I looked at all
the names on the mailboxes and The only one that rang a bell was one
Max Barstool, a former heavyweight whenever got pasted up. Buddy, I inquired
about him, a charming ed Berry, a manager, Max Barstow. Yeah,
I tried his apartment. He isn't home. Yeah, well, you
see, he won't be home for some time. You see, he took
a vacation, went to visit his family in the Portland or Wendy Leaves last
Tuesday night. I remember him saying, Ed, I won't be back for
a while. Look after things, William. You have a good memory,
yew. Can you tell me something about those two girls in six twenty why
one of them made a pass at me? Well, mister, I feel
this way. I rend apartments to responsible adults. What they do is their
business. He won't get any trouble from me. Now, that isn't what
I asked. I always like to be sure. Now aren't they honest,
hard working girls? I don't know nothing about them, but let me tell
you something confidential, mistess. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?
Well, I gum shoot around the apartment house some more. And one thing
was sure. They were making a number of extensive all durations. For example,
in the basement there was a new cement floor. Said cement floor had
been late, I was told by the janitor Wednesday morning, the morning after
a gun was fired in six o eight, the same morning on which Max
Barstow suddenly left to visit his parents. And about here in the part it
was dramatically correct to wonder if Max might be sleeping under the furnace with a
new cement overcoat covering. I went back to my apartment for a couple of
long ones and some thoughts. It was getting along about supper time when there
was a feminine knot. I guess it to be miss room Service herself.
Honey came, but no better, much better? May I come in you
may? Shall I leave the door o them? Why'd rather you clothed?
Anything to make you feel at home? Drink? No talk? Oh?
What are you doing here? Saying? The name's Humbolt Mark Humboldt All.
I've paid anyway you want, d can urad? I know who you are.
You move in to day and half hour later you find our apartment.
Your apartment found me at least half of it. Did the gift horse part
maybe so, But I figured you helped a little somewhere. What are you
trying to get on us? Nothing? Nothing. I just moved in here
to a place to live with one suitcase in a bottle. I'm an actor.
Look whatever it is, lay off. Well, y'all had enough trouble
in my life. Things are just starting to go right, Sandra. I
don't know what's on your mind, but as far as I'm concerned, you're
clean. Right. Maybe I made a mistake. I try to make it
up to you sometime, or maybe you can start right now. All open
the door again. Just a question seeing anything of Max Barstow lately? I
knew it was something. I knew it. No, I haven't seen Max
Barstow lately. You went somewhere to visit his family, and I'm telling you,
I believe me alone. What happened to you? You will write?
He stormed out, looking lovely all the way, and I sat very quietly
for a minute. It was the second time somebody said it, Max Barstow
is visiting his family. That was very interesting, because you see, Max
Barstow didn't have any family when he first started fighting. He was under the
aegis of the Saint John's orphanings. So what was all this rehearsed account of
his absence. I watched at the window to see if Sandra Lynn went anywhere,
and she appeared on the street. I was out of the room and
down the stairs. Presto. Ten blocks later she turned in at a brownstone
on Polk Street when in the first apartment on the first floor. Fifteen minutes
later, she hurried out, and I went up to the apartment and knocked
the door opened cautiously. Yes, what is it? If you want?
Is mister Fairchild in nobody here by that name? You've got wrong address?
Now just a minute. He used to live here, No more he does.
Well, could you tell me where I could find him? Mister Chase,
I don't know, trys a minute. On the way out, I
looked at the card on his door brother and listed his apartment belonging to a
mister Rothschild. At the moment, there was nothing to be made out of
it, so I went back to the Graystone, and when I got to
my room it was very obvious that I had been visited during my absence.
Oh it's you. What happened to my suitcase? I'm sorry, mister Humble,
but I didn't realize it before. You see that apartment was already rented,
so I guess you'll have to find one someplace out. Look, you
have four other vacant ones in this apartment house. Give me one of those.
Sorry, no vacant. Well, then give me my suitcase. Uh
yeah, that's the one the leaks. Just a minute, I'll bring it
out, mister. I'll go in and get it myself. Stay off,
I said, I'll go in and get it, right you will. He
swung at me. I blocked and stepped into him. He gave way and
I followed in. And then as I moved into the apartment, someone stepped
out from behind the door. I turned, but it was too late.
I was a sandbag and a face behind the arm that swung it, looking
awful lot like that of Max Barstore. I remember asking myself as I went
down, if Max Barstore wasn't shot in room six h eight, who was
You are listening to the weekly adventure of radio's most famous detective Sam Spade.
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back to the shot in the Dark caper Tonight's adventure with Sam Spade. I
was not prolonged, but it was long enough to have been carried out of
the apartment manager's place and dumped in an alley. I sat up and rubbed
the back of my head and discovered the boys had a sense of humor.
Pinned on my chest was a note that said beat it this time. When
I went back, I had my gun handy to hand. Nobody was home
at mister Baring's apartment, so for something to do, I looked in on
Max Barstow's diggings four thirteen. I glanced, keyed in and turned on the
lights, and a search revealed items a rent receipt showing Max was paid up
for two months and intended to stay put. But more interesting were two phony
detective badges a policeman's uniform and a flash camera. Couple these with a dustcier
on a man named Sigmund Polcus, and I knew just what Max had been
doing since the Fight Game stopped paying his bills. It read Sigmund Polcus,
sixty years old, Minneapolis, just sold two restaurants for one hundred and seventy
five thousand dollars. Intends to retire and settle down in San Francisco. That's
as far as I got when Honey poured herself on me again. Oh,
mister hum, what are you doing in mister Barstow's apartment? Come in,
Come in nice. You shouldn't be here, mister Barstow ever found out?
Honey, Honey, you can drop the egg. You know who I am,
and I know who you are. You're part of the bay for one
of the oldest rackets in the world, the Badger Game. You all right,
Sam, I didn't know who you were at first until Sandra told me.
Now, you tell me what are you doing in Max's role? A
number of things, First of all, getting enough evidence on him to give
him a free vacation on the States. Second, I wanted to see who
would show up and why what's your story? I just dropped tennessee if Max
was here? Try again, Sam? If I tell you anything, will
you leave me alone? If I can bear it? I came over to
get some things from Max. You where's he staying? Right across the street
in the Arlington three fourteen ed bearing manages both apartment house. Why doesn't Max
stay here? Who are you working for? Sam? I'm just asking a
client, not the police. No, Sam, I don't have a thing
to do with the mark Max is working on now, Sigmund Pocus, some
old man. Do you hear any shooting here last Tuesday night in apartment six
zero eight? Oh Sam, I didn't hear a thing, not a single
thing. All right, get whatever you came for. But remember this.
You tell Max I was here, and I'll tie you into something that'll get
you Taataphia. But the last thing I do, Oh sure. I knew
she'd be impressed with that type of threat, because her kind of girl lives
by playing tag with the law. They want to be it as seldom as
possible. I finished the dossier on Pocus and bought them all business like visits
that the old man was an order. What is it? Oh you?
I want to talk with you. Mister Polcus, come in. I want
to talk to you now. Now stand right where you are. He was
pointing a gun in one shaking hand, right at my chests, and as
close as I could tell, it looked very much like the gun I'd seen
in your picture, Wilson, and the hand that held it was the very
same hand. I tried to think of something clever to say. It's the
stage of my life. It would be very easy to shoot you, mister.
Look, I came here maybe to help save you a lot of trouble,
if you'll listen to me. I don't know why you came here because
I killed Max Bousto. I'll give you a choice. Will you take money
or will I will I shoot you right here. I'd take the money,
but you didn't kill Max Barton. Tell me what I did when I know
what I did. Sandra told me one of his gun members was looking for
me, but she doesn't understand the power of money. How much will you
take to leave us alone to our happiness? What is much Foster to you
now that he's dead. Look, I don't want any money, I just
want it. I felt like a ghost. The gun was pontied directly at
me, but nothing hip. I'm surprised, I'll be it gratify. The
little man must have thought I was wearing a bulletproof vest. He didn't look
surprised, though, he just folded. I disarmed him and pushed him down
into a chair. I had to do it. I had to. I
couldn't let you spot the only bit of happiness I had left in my life.
Mister Polkas, who tried to shoot me, and I'm grateful, had
told both of us something to begin with. You can't kill anybody with blanks,
and you're I don't know blank. Why did you get the gun?
I always have gun always, and you don't know the difference between real bullets
and blanks. You got it from Sandra and she loaded it right to Maybe
you should know guns. Look, I'm a private detective name of Sam Spade.
Now, if you'll help me, I'll help you. When did Sandra
give you this gun last Tuesday? Yes? Did you use it to shoot
Barstow? Yes? Then he couldn't be dead, could he? This gun
wouldn't kill a flying Besides, I met Max Barstow tonight. Alie saw him
to the floor and blood came out of his coat with my own eyes.
Mister Polkas, you just came from Minneapolis with a hundred and seventy five thousand
dollars, you walked into a shakedown gang. They're after your money. That
girl, Sandra's just baked. Don't speak about Sandra that way. Sure she
tried to shake me up for money, but only because that mean that bounstill
make her. She was a slave. She couldn't get away from him.
Why did she stage a phony murder with you killing Barstow? Oh I don't
know. I'm so confused. Tell me how it happened. Oh, barb
still posted as a policeman. He found me in Sundra's apartment. I was
supposed to pay him five thousand dollars, but Sandra taught me she loved me
and Barns. There was a rocketeer we went to meet an apartment six or
eight for to pay him. She gave me a gun to frighten him.
Whisper instead, I kill nuts five thousand. They knew how much money you
had, and they wanted to get all of it away from yon a phony
murder. Scare undred doesn't want my money away from me? She loves me,
mister Polkas. I'm sorry disillusionment should come to you so late in life.
I say she loved me, and I can prove it Tom This morning
she became missus Siegwan Focus. That made me sit down and think things through
a little more carefully. She could have gotten his money, or most of
it, without marrying him. Maybe she did love him, or maybe they
felt he was too dumb to pay off, or maybe she married him so
she could murder him, and maybe a dozen other things. His suitcases were
packed, and he said that he and Sondra planned to leave town tonight.
He'd been waiting for when I came in, but she was already two hours
late. I could think of only one place she could be, so I
left poor mister Polkas and went to the Farlington three one four, the address
Honey Kane had given me, and she was there. Oh, I'm I'm
glad you can't. I was scared. I didn't know what to do.
I'm scared. No, no, Honey, flied down and tell me what
you're scared about. The bad room, Max, he said, hold up,
a nice job. When'd you find him? Five minutes ago? I
was with him before and then I would offer some Chinese food when I came
back. All right, all right, who else was here tonight? Didn't
anybody? But what he was awful mad at Sanders said she was double crossing
him, and he wouldn't let her get away with it. I went back
to Focus's place. He was gone, but his bags were still there,
so I figured he'd be back. I put out the lights and sat in
a chair. Go ahead, go ahead, ask me what I'm doing here,
Pocus. If he's smart, he's on a train back to Minneapolis.
I'm going to look for him. You're not going anywhere. Sit down,
I said, You're not going anywhere unless it's the jail. What are you
playing, miss at District Attorney four? Because you killed Max Barstone. I'll
tell me why. A joker Max Bosso's alive as you are. I'm not
talking about the phony murder stage for the benefit of Polkas. Barstow was stabbed
at at a half hour ago. He wasn't he was. I saw him,
you damn I didn't. I didn't. I saw him earlier day before.
He was all right, you married Polkas to double crosshim. Didn't sure
you were going to skip time? With the mark. I'm sure I was.
So Why would I kill Mac? Because he knew what you were gonna
do? That's why I didn't. I couldn't kill anybody. Why did you?
What did you have planned for Pocus? I shove over the Grand Canyon?
No, I I love the old girl. We'll dropping a police headquarters
him. No nothing. I wouldn't take you with a us ment thrown in?
Will you let me go if I tell you what happened? If I
tell you who killed Barstow? If you didn't do it, nobody could hold
you for murder anyway, bearing it bearing did it? We plan the whole
thing together. It was a freeze out on Barstow's come on, he found
out it had to take care of it than I didn't have anything to do
with it. I tried to tell him nothing right and tell him not to
what. I've got a gun in my hand bearing so have I Which one
of us has gonna shoot? First? You wouldn't shoot, but he did?
Period end of report? Is that all? Well? What do you
want on that? No? But he shot you and you're all right?
Were they blink like the other guns? But you were not. They were
genuine steel jacketed bullets. You didn't listen carefully enough, Effie. I figured
he'd shoot right away. He did once, just as I jumped sideways and
fired two shots back. No, no, but he's done with a little
case of lead poisoning though under police guard. You're wonderful. It's true,
all right, go type it up off with him three times, mean good
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NBC Symphony. But it's something I don't understand to what happened to nice Oh
mister pocus. Why wasn't he in a department waiting to stand? Well?
He did just when I thought he should have done. He walked down to
the railroad depot and got on the first train from Minneapolis. Who knows,
maybe he's opened a new restaurant. Yeah, and what happened to Sanda.
Well, she's being held as an accesstrator, murderer, among other things.
If they will marry, that's enough, Iffie, that's enough. Do you
want me to make everything so simple that everybody will be able to figure it
out? But you what, I guess? So confused sometime? That's most
of your charm, Effie. You know if you were brisk and efficient and
cold, we'd never have any fun, would win? I get nuts?
We do have a good time at time, don't Yes, we'd do in
the like right now, coming fire in a man's veins, maddening. That's
what. Don't say anymore. Sam, I don't know what I might do.
I love it, whatever it was, I better say good night,
Sam, good Night, Sam, good night Sweetheart. To Night's transcribed Adventure
of Sam Spade was produced, edited, and directed by William Spear. Sam
Spade was played by Stephen Dunn. Laurene Tuttle is Effie. Script for Tonight's
adventure by John Michael Hayes, Musical scoring by Lud Blaskin, conducted by Robert
arm Brewster. Join us again next week, same time for another adventure with
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Duffy's tavern on in DC Welcome Back. It's worth noting that Sam's alias of
Mark Humboldt, which is a bit of a running gag across the work of
William Spear. There was actually an episode of suspense from July the twenty sixth,
nineteen fifty one that became a bit of a roast of Spear and one
of the actors, Jack Eddard Words, was credited under the name Mark Humboldt.
Jerry Heindigus wrote about this in twenty twenty and noted that there were at
least three separate scripts where Spade used the pseudonym Mark Humbolt, although only one
of them is in circulation. This one wasn't on the list, so I
guess this is the fourth, and Hinnigan's notes that it's was possible that Spear
also used Mark Humboldt in other things he worked on, Just that we don't
have the scripts now. Of course, as you're sitting in your car or
running, you may wonder, okay, well, who was Mark Humboldt?
What did this joke means? And I've got an answer. The answer is
I don't know, and neither does anyone else, or if they do know,
they're not talking. Was Mark Humboldt or real person? A combination of
family names, a little leprechn that came to Williams Spear in the night and
whispered ideas for radio shows. Now I should note Humboldt is not an Irish
name. It's a German or Croatian nickname German Croatian lepricn. Maybe regardless,
it is a mystery that bafflesdeo historians to this day, and leaving behind an
unsolved mystery is definitely appropriate given how many mystery programs mister Spear worked on.
Now listener comments and feedback over on Facebook, Marty and Joanne hosted appreciation for
the episode The Sure Thing Paper, and over on YouTube, Michael rights,
thank you Adam for a good podcast. Eric writes in regarding the Filo Vance
series on Facebook. Did I especially enjoy the series Finlo Vance? No?
I did not, but did I actively dislike it? Also? For me,
it was the definition of middle of the road and maybe just a hair
below that. I won't necessarily miss Vance world, where there are always two
moons, one smart with a high register and one who ain't quick with a
low voice. Where guy with the vocal tick always did it. And it
doesn't matter if you are a boxer or strong man. Our hero never goes
down in a fight. He may be the least can cost detective in old
time radio. So cheers Vance. Though I won't miss you, I'm still
glad I met you. Well. I think that's a fair enough summary.
Now, Vance did go down, you know, two or three times,
But compared to the likes of Sam Spade and Pat Novak and Barry Craig.
He definitely comes out with the better fighting record. And then we have a
review from TJ on our Forgotten Detective's feed and TJ riots. This is another
in the Great Detectives in the Old Time Radio podcast by Adam Graham. This
one focuses on minor or forgotten detective series from the golden ays of radio.
As is the case with everything that Adam produces, each episode is well created
and worth a lesson. Well, thank you so much, TJ. And
if you've not heard of it before, it contains all the series for which
we have between three and nine episodes in circulation and aren't attached to anything else
like the Hummers, and we've got one hundred and eighteen episodes currently and it
covers a lot of ground, a lot of interesting programs, things like Public
Defender, Easy Money, Doctor Kim Detective, and of course the Airmail Mystery
is over there, so you can check that out wherever you get your podcast
from. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day,
and I want to thank Robert. Robert's been one of our Patreon supporters
since July twenty twenty currently supporting the program at the Detective Sergeant level of seven
dollars and fourteen cents or more per month. Thank you once again for your
support, Robert, and that will do it for today. If you are
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with another adventure Sam Spade. But join us back here tomorrow for the start
of another Yours truly Johnny Doller serial. Where look are you serious? Johnny
serious? Well, I don't get it. A young guy with your looks
and I bet you're selling something. No. No, As a matter of
fact, I just got in town and I'm trying to locate a certain fellow.
I I was told he's a member of your club. Oh well,
why didn't you say so? What's his name? Jonathan Wells? Probably got
his address? Jonathan? Well? Yeah? Have you got a file on
him? Who are you? You're with the police? Police? No,
what gives you that idea? Well, I don't know anything about the man
you're looking for. No, well, I suppose we check through the file.
It's not here. We don't keep the files. Where do you keep
them they're not here. Well, maybe they're in the next office through that
door there. No, you can't go in there like snow. Take it
easy. We have no ride in there. I won't let you stop.
Now, you just stand right up there on that desk and stay out of
tarble. Let me down. Who do you think you are? Anyhow you
get out of here, you go get a warrant if you want to be
Who was in here? Nobody? You smoke cigar? Of course? I
don't smoke. Sah right there on the ashtray, still burning. Somebody just
sneaked out through that door in the hall. Who was he? What's your
name? Tepler? Annie Tippler? How long have you worked here? Hey,
I've got a hunch you're not a police. I didn't say I was.
What about Wells? Have you got a file on him? Know what
happened to it? I don't know what you're talking about. Mabel Burke,
you got a file on her? Of course? Not? What do you
mean? Of course not? She and Wells met through this club. Look,
buster, Mabel Burke owns this club. I hope you'll be with us.
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