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dot net. Well, today marks the start of our fifteenth season. He'son
fifteen. It just seems like a couple days ago we were playing the last
new episode of season fourteen. Wait, it was actually a couple days ago.
Apple Podcasts and actually some other podcast software utilized seasons a lot for organization
on their platform. It doesn't mean as much when you're kind of day in,
day out doing a podcast, as there's no break in one season just
flows right into another, and so essentially, since we launched October twenty six,
two thousand and nine, the last full week in October marks the start
of each new season. Now, in the course of the season, we're
going to change over our Monday through Thursday lineup. Eventually we'll be playing The
Falcon on Monday, Bulldog Drumming on Tuesday, Broadway is My Beat on Wednesday,
and Mister and Missus North on Thursday. And we'll have a few previously
uncirculated episodes from series that we have completed along the way. But now let's
go ahead and get into today's episode of Sam Spade. The original air ed
eight April thirteenth, nineteen fifty one, and the title is The Civic Pride
Keeper. The National Broadcasting Company presents the adventures of Sam Spade, Detective Sam
Spey Detective Agency the Sweetheart. Oh you, what's the matter now? Oh?
Nothing? You just up and leave and don't say where you're going.
And I'm only your secretarian. I'm the last one to know about it,
and everybody else in town knows more than I do, and I wasn't enough.
Wait a minute, how did everybody in town know about it? It
was in the newspapers. That's all in the society column. No last really,
well, imagine that Flora Belle Prolicts column, Laura them. Mister Stade,
the notorious Private Detective is vacationioning at Westover as a guest of a promising
young architect, Garrett Welch. Notorious shit. Well, at least they spell
my name right. I suppose you had a great time. Well, it
was exciting. What did you do? Just talked over old times after a
little hunting, little shooting. Did you bag anything? Ef? What's your
language? I am I see your shocked. Well so was I. However,
if you have nothing to do, hang around the office and I will
be down with several pages from my diary telling about the whole affair. I've
titled them the Civic Pride Caper. For MBC, William Spear, Radio's outstanding
producer director of mystery and crime drama, brings you the greatest private Detective of
them all, starring Stephen Dunn in the Adventures of Sam Spade. Well,
I thought you'd gone chicken and run out on me. You're part of this
organization. You're going to bear the bitter with the suite along with the rest
of us. I know, but I always need to get the bitter Fridays
when the suite should be given out. Don't quibble, don't tribble. This
is a nasty job we have here. We might just as well sit down
and get it over with care for a drink. You might need it,
Okay, I don't need false bravery lucky you hell are you ready? No,
but we might as well start well, well, you know best.
They fill it in to Garrett Welsh, room two to one to two,
fair Child Building, Westover, California, from Samuel's Spade license number one three
seven, five nine six, subject the Civic Pride Caper. Dear Garrett,
I'd never been in Westover before, and I found it on the service at
least an attractive, bustling little city. The streets were clean, and the
girls were sun kissed and friendly. Add to that the one hundred and fifty
dollars you sent me by mail, and you can imagine with what pleasant feelings
I arrived. I found the Fairchild Building easily enough. I had room two
twelve. Well, I couldn't miss it. There were sounds of vigorous activity
coming out through the transom, and when I opened the door, two men
were engaged in a fight. One was big and one was little. I
didn't know which one was my client, so I automatically reached for the big
guy. Gore me. What do you think you're doing? What's it all
about? Ask him? He'll cut you all right? What's the story now?
I was being foully and unreasonably attacked by this misguided citizen. I'll kill
you. That's what I ought to do. That's what everybody ought to do.
Ill Why let him go? Beat it? Carson, Wait until you
can catch me alone in some dark gallan. Don't think I won't. Don't
you think I won't. I'm sure you will. I'm going to catch you
every place and every time I can. Well, I take it. Your
name is Garrett Welch it is, and I want to thank you friend.
You rescued me from a rather unhappy breathing and your mouth is kind of cut
up. Oh nothing anything I can't take care of. Drink. I never
touch me you you might have might have noticed I've already had a few drinks
today. Well, it helps me forget, and it also keeps me from
thinking, hey ya, no thanks, my name is Spade. Why does
your send for me? Body guard. No, no, no, let
them have their fun. I don't mind. Maybe I even deserve it.
Look, you're paying for my time. Why don't we get with it?
Huh? Oh sure, why not come over here to the window. Yeah,
look out there the far corner. Oh you mean that building? Pilo.
Rubbish is a better description for what happened. Fire. No, it
just collapsed one night last week. There were more than three thousand people at
the time. Five of them were killed. I don't know how many injured.
That's too bad. How did it happen? It just collapsed? Another
drink? No offense? Pardon me. It was a municipal auditorium built to
honor the war dead. It cost over a million dollars. I was the
architect. Yeah, I was picked by the townspeople for the singular honor of
designing the fond memorial. Well, now they have something, Tom. What'd
you do wrong? Nothing? Nothing. Somebody cheated in the building up.
Somebody didn't follow my plans. I don't know who it is. I don't
know who it was, just where to place the blame. So you're a
private investigator, what can you do? Get you some black coffee and ask
you some questions? He gave me a list of everybody in town who had
something to do with the building. First off, I called on a man
named Howard Kessley, whose construction company I had the contract for erecting the auditorium.
Kessley lived in an elegant house on a well guarded estate, and after
they took my gun away from me, they let me in. I waited
in a room tastefully decorated with original oil paintings and oriental rugs, and eventually
a football hero type man walked in from the insurance company. I'm a private
detective, same space we are working for. Garrett Welch. Huh, that's
a life funny. Well what do you want? Look? You built that
auditorium. Have you any idea where it fell down? Maybe it just got
tired? I don't know. Aren't you interested? We're looking into it now?
Who's we? My company engineers? Garrett Welch an architect. You should
have had somebody who knew what he was doing. Do you have any copies
of the building specifications that I might look at? Sure? I got nothing
to hide. You can go back and tell Garrett Welch that's the best thing
he can do is get out of town, but somebody tries to knock him
off and succeed. Here is a copy of the plans. Look at it
all you want, you'll find I did what I was supposed to do.
I got my gun back from the guards and left where the building specifications tucked
under my arm. They didn't mean a thing to me, of course,
I'd only asked for them to see whether he'd refused to show them, But
out of curiosity, iron rolled. I'm just for a look before dumping him
into the ash can, and I noticed something. The last page was signed
and approved by the city building inspector, a man named Albert Mitchell. Well,
well, I don't usually receive callers at this hour, but you're a
little better looking than the ordinary callers. Come in. She was slim and
auburn haired and more an insolent smile that was interesting, and the clinging silk
thing that was interesting. She looked me up and down, and she took
so long at it? Okay, okay, what is it? Magazine?
The gas meter? Or did you just lose your way? I'd like to
talk to Albert Mitchell. Oh, he's a dull conversationalist. You wouldn't have
any fun. Well, I wasn't exactly looking for laughs. Missus h you
are missus Mitchell more or less right now? Less so the water? Why
in your drink? Oh? Thanks? But I took the pledge last Halloween.
What did you want to talk to Alibi for? What else? The
auditorium that collapsed? Well he stepped out for a while. Why don't we
just make ourselves comfortable? Uh? You have a standard answer when I'm on
duty. Thanks? Anyway, duty you're a cop. Never seen you around
this town before? Private type investigator, Sam Space, my name's Kitty.
You don't have to worry about al busting in on us. I don't think
he'll be back this week. That's what I thought. You're holding open house
and all. What's the matter of the pressure got too heavy for him?
Look, Sam, they had a hearing a couple of days ago. It
was all decided. Nobody was to blame. I think all went fishing at
something. Where is he? How should I know? I'm only his wife?
But you know what they say about a man who runs. Yeah,
so why don't you stick around? You don't look like a card to me.
Well, when it comes to redheads, I really am so long kidding
Oh, by the way, if Al does every show up, tell him
I took a room at the Embassy Hotel. I'd like him to call me.
I won't tell him a thing. Come back here, you coward.
I went down to the wreckage of the auditorium. It was late and the
streets were quiet and deserted. I walked through the twisted shell of the building,
striking matches and looking around. I didn't know what I was looking for,
but apparently I wasn't the only one visiting the scene of the crime.
I was standing just inside the gutted remains of what was once the lobby when
it happened. Gunfire couples at the back of the building. I ran toward
the noise, and when I turned the back corner I saw a cloud of
plaster dust where the shots had apparently been fired. There were no people or
cars inside, but on the sidewalk, on hands and knees was a man.
Wretch. Wretch were crushing dirty wretch. Shait me. Don't let me
die. He grabbed my legs and tried to pull himself up. His face
was a gargoyle of pain. I reached down to help him, but he
slipped back to the sidewalk, that all bullets had gone through his back.
A billpole fell out of his pocket, was loaded with identification and everything set
Albert Mitchell, age forty, occupation building Inspector. You are listening to the
weekly adventure of radio's most famous detective, Sam Spade. Three chimes mean Good
Times on NBC. This Sunday, Theater Guild on the Air presents an exciting
one hour adaptation of the Broadway stage common They Light Up the Sky. Starring
in this Day at a Guilt production are Joan Bennett, Sam Levine, and
Thelma Ritter. And on Sunday You're invited to another hour and a half broadcast
of The Big Show, starring Eddie Arnold, Jack Carson, Eddie Canter,
Olivia de Havlin, Martha Ray, Meredith Wilson, and many more. Your
MC, of course, is the glamorous and unpredictable Tallula. And now back
to the Civic Pride Caper Tonight's ad venture with Sam Spade. A good many
other people had heard the son of Albert Mitchell's assassination, and before long a
crowd had gathered. Among them were several minions of the law. They took
two people in tow the dead Mitchell and the live Spade. The west Over
Police Department had themselves a fine time over me. It seems I was hired
out of town killer and therefore eligible to be questioned. All night they worked
tired at it, but in the morning they had to admit feet and release
me. I think they only did it because I didn't want to pay for
my breakfast. By then, I was pretty mad, and at ten o'clock
I walked into the Mayor's office and demanded an interview. I got it.
The whole thing, mister Spade was regrettable, but after all, you are
a stranger here, and when a man is killed and someone happens to be
in on the scene, questions have to be asked, your honor. I'll
let it pass, and the interests of law enforcement good. Our report on
you from San Francisco gives you quite a reputation as an investigator. Do you
have any theories that might help us in this murder of Mitchell? Well,
I could hazard an expert guest that it's tied in with a building scandal,
the auditorium collapse. By the way, what's being done officially to fix the
blame for that? The City Council held its investigation of the unfortunate affair last
week, and as far as we can determine, no one is directly irresponsible.
No one. Now, come, come, your honor. Are you
questioning our civic procedure? Oh well, maybe you're right, Maybe we've been
too easy going. We're all neighbors here as I'm conducting an investigation for a
client who certainly has a right to know what's going on, and so far
as a good many citizens seem to feel he's to blame. Oh yes,
mister Welch, Well he's not to blame. No one is. You must
pardon my abruptness, mister Spade, but the events of the past week have
been at Yes, I know. Tell me. Albert Mitchell, as building
inspector, must have approved the building of the auditorium. Was he a reliable
man? Yes? Wait a minute, you don't think I think he was
killed by somebody who wanted him to keep his mouth shut. And what about
the contractor, Howard Kesley? Kesley born here, brought up here. He's
built about one third of the structures in Westover, every one of them except
the auditorium is standing today. No, I don't think you can build up
your case. I'm just examining the possibilities. You have to begin with the
people who had something to gain from this thing. Where there's graft, there
might be murder. Where are the purchase orders for the material used in this
building? That was the first question I asked. I was told they were
destroyed with all the other useless paperwork that accumulated from the construction job. Oh
great, great, that certainly makes it convenient for somebody, missus Spade.
I don't wish to, and I can't believe, as you apparently do,
that this town's population is crooked and rotten. So if I come across any
information that will help clear the good name of Garrett Welsh, you can be
sure that I'll be happy to bring it to your attention. Until then,
I bid you good day, sir. I could understand Mayor Sullivan's desire to
protect the fair name of his city, but I had to take a meaner
view of at least one Westover citizen. I found out where Albert Mitchell did
his banking, and, misrepresenting myself as a collection agent, cried into his
holdings. Let me see, now, mister Humboldt, I really shouldn't give
off this kind of information. But in your case, when you have a
claim against the state. Oh yes, yes, here it is er.
He has three hundred dollars in his accompany, that's all. What kind of
deposits did he make? Oh? Just paychecks mostly. He was a seventy
five hundred year man. Every Friday he deposited one hundred and fifty and he
deposits lodger at any time. Oh yes, four deposits of five thousand each
in the past year. Well, what do you know, as I recall
mister Mitchell saying there were payments from the state he inherited. Thank you,
mister Carter. You'll hear from my company soon, I'm sure. Yes.
Oh what was the name of your company again for my record, Amalgamated Whistle.
Oh yes, I prefer Oh yes, of course that inheritance GAG was
right out of the Capouber investigation. And inheritance is paid in a lump sum,
practically, never in four payments of five thousand each. I didn't know
whether missus Mitchell was receiving, but I decided to find out. When I
knocked at her door, all was quiet inside. But a second after my
knock. There was a burst of sorrow. Once she came to the door.
There were two rather impossible sized tears flowing down her face. For widow's
weeds. She wore a black dress, tight satin and low cut. Oh,
mister Space, I'm in no mood for talking now. Oh just for
a moment, man, I come in. I guess so, I'm really
kind of alone and lost. What is it you want? I must apologize
for intruding on your bereave and missus Mitchell. I'm not usually as callous.
Oh, that's all right, but I'm not sure I can help you any
I'm so broken up. What is it? Camphor? What whatever you use
to make those tears? All right? So I can't really cry, I
never have, but it's expected of me, all right. In that case,
I sympathize with her. What do you want, Getty? Your dear
departed husband made seventy five hundred a year and deposited twenty thousand and eight months.
I went about it. I don't know anything about his money. All
I know is that the bank told me he had only three hundred left.
What do you do with it? He spent it on other women? No,
I see, so the artificial tears do make sense. I guess no,
No, you don't understand. It's not that simple. It's funny,
Sam, because I really mean it. Oh, I know how stupid I
look in these clothes, and I did use camp from my eyes because I
wanted to cry. I wanted to cry for all the good days and the
good years Alan I had, but the bad years kept getting in between,
and I couldn't do it. I like your better all the time, kiddy.
I knew you were real pretty. Now it turns out you're pretty real.
I really loved him and he loved me, but we kicked it away
because we both wanted more excitement than this town or his salary could give us.
There was no place to go. We just didn't get along. He
was out spending his money on other women, being a big shot. I
can't blame him, though I helped make him do it. What about the
money he got it for falsifying the auditorium inspection papers, didn't he Well,
he didn't get it for inventing television. Who paid him? Sam? Don't
ask me anymore? Well, you do know where the twenty thousand came from,
don't you, kiddy? Don't? Sam? I'm scared now what you
want to do? You ought to come back to San Francisco with me.
Let me help you get a job there. You can make a fresh start.
You're not kidding, I give you my word. I ought to have
my head examined for trusting you, but I'm going to do it. Al
got that money from the Central Cement Company for quote an advisory capacity unquote.
You know who owns the Central Cement Company, Mard Kesley, warm but not
quite his brother. Last night when Al showed up in town, he was
gunning for trouble. Why. He said they were going to make a fall
guy out of him, and that he wasn't going to take the blame for
anybody. That's what he said. But I think he ran out of money
and wanted to make a touch and exchange for disappearing again for good. And
you think Kessley shot him or his brother. I can't think, and I
don't know anything else. Now do I get to San Francisco. I'll be
back for you, all right, but make it fast and don't leave me
here because if anything happens to me, Sam, it will be on your
conscience. She walked to the door with me and kissed me on a cheek
and it was nice. No more than that, it was nice. Next
up the Central Cement Company office, a statement of Howard Kessley's brother Ralph.
I'll explain it to you in simple terms. We supplying cement for a lot
of buildings in this part of the country. When you want to build something,
you submit a bid. You want to know what kind of a bid
to submit. You ask an expert. Mitchell was our expert, and we
didn't expect it to work for nothing. You mean, Mitchell tipped you off
as to what other firms were bidding. We'll call it anything you want.
It's done. All the time. I found Garrett Welsh, my architect client,
slumped over his desk, much the worse for drink, and it took
a good half hour with coffee and wet cloths to wring him around to something
resembling normal. I was. I was proud of that building, mister Spade,
as proud once as I am ashamed of it now. I spent four
years at a prominent American college and two years apprenticeship with a great architect to
prepare myself to come back here and make this the most beautiful city in the
West. Well you must have watched them build it. What went wrong?
That's the point. I wasn't here. They sent me to Chicago to study,
and I bit for it. What they really wanted was for me to
be out of the way. Who were they? The city council? Oh,
why bother? Just tell me how much I owe you, and we'll
just forget it. Nobody's going to indict anybody for anything. Well, somebody
is responsible for the building and for Mitchell's murder, and we'll find him.
Wait, yeah, if you lay off that bottle for a while and work
with me, maybe we can do it. All right, all right,
no mobooz, I'll stop feeling sorry for myself and start getting mad. Hey,
where you going? I'm going to start at the top. I'm going
to try to get the mayor to help you. Say, you've turned up
something, mister Spade, A lot of something, your honor. I've ferreted
out copies of the purchase orders for the materials used in that building. They
were generally inferior and below the quality required by sound engineering and the law.
Oh you can't mean it, I do. You can inform your district attorney
that in a matter of two or three days, I will move for an
indictment of several people in this community for gross criminal negligence. Now I want
to know whether or not I'll have your full cooperation. There's no question of
that. I'll cooperate with you fully to prosecute. Thank you, your honor
in good day. Just a minute, Yeah about Howard Kesseley? What about
them? Do you still consider that he is subject to suspicion? The families
of the five people who died in the ruins would think anybody who was concerned
in the building project were subject to suspicion. Or mister Spade, you know
about politics, certain people contributed campaign campaign funds and got me votes. Kesseley.
I I've been in a difficult position. I've been weak. Perhaps maybe
I have wanted to look too closely at certain possibilities in this horrible affair.
But I promise you I won't stop now. It doesn't matter what happens.
My first duty is to the citizens of this town. Well said, your
honor. Just tell the same thing to the other members of the city council.
Tell them that if I kicked the lid off this garbage can, it's
going to make Westover smell pretty bad. You'll hear from me, mister Spade,
I guarantee you. In the course of the next two hours, I
told the same story to the newspaper, the police, a couple of soda
jerks, a waitress, and almost anybody else who would listen, And before
the day was out, the results started coming in. Garrett Welsh's office and
my room at the Embassy Hotel were both ransacked. Somebody started shadowing me,
and I had a mysterious phone call offering me money to get out of town.
I refused and hung up. During that day, I stayed mostly out
in the open in conspicuous parts of town, but when night fell, I
knew I'd need to watch my step. Garrett Welsh and I hold up in
his office with a door locked and my gun out on the desk around a
letter. We got a little action left speaking, Yeah, okay, you
speaking Hello, Sam. This is Kitty Mitchell. I'm in trouble. What
kind three men were just here? They said I gave you some purchase orders.
I don't know anything about them, but they said if I didn't get
them back from you by midnight, they'd kill me. Who were they?
I don't know. I don't know. Just men. If you've got them,
give them to me. Sam, I don't want to die. We'll
hang up, call the police and ask them for protection. Sam, I'm
afraid. Why don't you give me the papers? Getting a taxi cabin?
Come up to Garrett Wellshare's office. We'll talk it over. I'm afraid to
do that. Well You'll have to. I can't leave here. I'm waiting
for somebody who I'm not sure yet, somebody threatening Mitchell's wife. She's coming
up here. I think we have enough to do taking care of ourselves.
Who's that one? You answer it? Then I step to one side.
I'll keep it covering. Okay, don't make one wrong move. I'm not
going to Spade. I came here to talk Kesley. Who's with you,
Kesseley? Nobody. I'm alone and un armed. Come in. Huh.
I'm watching it from behind, Kessley, I know it. I just came
to talk. All right, talk Spade. You allegedly have information as too,
why the auditorium collapse, killing five people. Suppose I do like him
to make a deal with you. We're not making deals. I think you'll
like this one. I'll give you all the positive information. You want for
one thing, namely, forty eight hour head start out of town. Why
should we give you that? Because nobody, least of all myself, thought
the building would collapse. It's true I used inferior materials, but I had
to. What does that mean there's a man in this town? Shock?
The door was suddenly kicked quiet, and a blaze of bullets flew across the
room. Kensley's mouth opened and shot. His knees buckled, and he pitched
forward, bouncing off the desk of the floor. A tall, silver haired
gentleman was behind the guy. I caught him soda high spun him around.
The gun fell out of a pan, and Welsh and I were on him
in a second. All right, all right, I've done all I'm going
to do. I'm hurt, I'm wounded. Well, your honor, you're
better off than Keshley. Kesley didn't want to do it, but I had
something on his brother and told him I had sent him to jail. We
saved one hundred thousand dollars on the cheap surprise we used in that building.
Yeah, when I showed up, Keshley was afraid he was going to take
a rap alone. He was afraid he'd end up like Albert Mitchell. Right,
Yes, yes, I killed Mitchell. He wanted more money. Don't
kill him, y kitty, don't put it down. She had come in
while we were talking and picked up the gun Mayor Sullivan had dropped her One
shot hit him in the chest. Then she let the gun slip through her
fingers and just stood there. Then you know what, she cried, real
tears, period and a report. What an awful cragity it was. Indeed,
of course, in a few minutes the place was full of police.
When we turn it over, What do you think is going to happen to
us? Say? I'd rather not think about that, Effie. Well,
how about typing it up? Three chimes mean good times. On NBC,
there's fun this Sunday with two of your favorite families, The Blandings and the
Harrises. Mister and Missus Blandings stars Carrie Grant and Betsy Drake in the title
roles as the owners of the famous dream House and the Phil Harris Alice Fay
show brings you Phil and Alice with more of their merry antics, plus Frankie
Ramley, Brother William and the entire cast. You're invited this Sunday. I'll
I'll take your word for it. I'm not going to read it again.
Why did the mayor command and shoot the building contracts in front of witnesses?
Why you threw away everything you work so hard to steal? That is a
good question. If I saved by the knock, Come in to Sam Stade's
office it is, I'm Lyle Rooks. You expect me to believe that I'm
Western editor of Radio Television Mirror magazine. Well, you know best. I
just wanted to tell you that in our annual awards poll nationwide, the American
listeners have chosen Steve Done as their favorite detective. Steve Done, not me.
So here, sir, is your citation. You may want to frame
it, put it up in your office. Why thank you? Goodbye?
Well Steve Dunn oo man to place you on the radio. Sam, Oh,
he's handsome. Well, you love him better than you love me.
When I'm burning up with passion for you, are you really bringing up Well,
I'm beginning to smolder a little. Come here and tell me about Well.
I don't know much about it, Sam, not as much as I
like to know. Well, I'm sorry, Sorry, I don't have a
teacher's permit for the State of California. Good Night, Sweetheart. The Adventures
of Sam Spade are produced, edited, and directed by William Spear. Sam
Spade is played by Stephen Dunn. Loreen Tuttle is Effie. Also in the
cast were Shirley Mitchell, Jack Kruschan, Sidney Miller, Paul Freese, Herbrolinson,
and lou Merrill. Script for Tonight's adventure by John Michael Hayes, Musical
scoring by lud Gluskin, conducted by Robert Armbrewster. Join us again next week,
same time for another adventure with Sam Spad Tomorrow. Enjoy the exciting Men
called X on NBC Welcome Back. This definitely is a curious case and an
odd one for Sam Spade. As Martin Graham's notes in his book The Radio
Adventures of Sam Spade, It's very odd for Sam to be refusing alcohol multiple
times and claiming to never drink while on duty, which is something you can
believe if you ignore every other episode of this series. However, this story
had an interesting origin that explains the incongruity. Certainly, some listeners will recognize
the plot as it became the basis for the Clinton matter for the Bob Bailey
serials. However, the story was first told as an early Edmund O'Brien Johnny
Dollar story, the story of the Big Red Schoolhouse. As John Abbott noted
in his book that who is Johnny Dollar matter? This was so early it
even predated the matter naming convention for Johnny Doller. Personally, I think this
does work better as a Johnny Dollar story, but I think that the quirks
and Sam's behavior aside, this is still a solid episode. The award from
Radio Television Mirror was actually pretty interesting. It does show that while the series
failed to find a sponsor, Dunn did have a solid reception and connected with
his audience, many of whom really appreciated what he brought to the role.
Probably the reason that his take on Sam Spade didn't get a sponsor is even
with the changes to the show, it was just still too much of a
reputation risk for a sponsor to take a chance on. Given the political issues
surrounding Nashal Hammett's riting. I mean, you could not say Hammett's name,
but I don't think that. But even in nineteen fifty one, you couldn't
separate Hammett from Sam Spade in the Minds of Listeners. Well, this week
we don't have any specific listener comments, but I don't want to thank Francesca
for rating The Sinister Sirenkeeper on good pot and giving the episode five Well,
thank you so much for rating us on good parts. Now it's time to
thank our Patreon supporter of the day, and I want to go ahead and
thank Joanna. Joanna has been one of our Patreon supporters since June of twenty
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another adventure of Sam Spad, But join us back here tomorrow for the start
of another Yours truly, Johnny Dollar Cereal. Where and who is that another
one you mentioned? Al Schreiber. He's a young new comer. He's been
with a show six months now. A real talent if you were ever given
a chance to show it. Why isn't he given a chance Because I'm the
Charlie Briton show, my friend, there is one and only one stile,
namely good whole lovable boys. You've been reading the press release now, as
a matter of fact, I had all right who else? No, that's
all, at least all that mattered. The camera crew. The technicians were
set up from Tchudeubusco in Mexico City. They never heard of Charlie Burton before,
and we haven't had much of any contact with anyone here in town.
Now. I think that note was written by somebody right here in the family.
That's another reason I sent for you instead of the local police. Just
why did you send for me? Mister Maltz? What do you mean?
How do you feel about Charlie Burton? Haven't you guessed more or less?
I think, well, I'll spell it right out for you, mister Dollar,
I hate his guts. I hope you'll be with us then. In
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