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dot net. Well, now it is time for this week's episode of the
Adventures is Sam Spade. The original air date April twentieth, nineteen fifty one
and the title is The Rowdy Dowser Caper. The National Broadcasting Company presents The
Adventures of Sam Spade, Detective. Since they Detective Agency, Hello, Hello,
Hello, same at this hour on this network you were expecting maybe Mary
Margaret mcbrin. I haven't mistaken anything, Sam, After all that, have
you dropped out of sight like that? Needing not a ripple on the surface
for four whole days. Mister Livingstone is Frandy. Mister Livingstone, the man
you rented the car from me. He's ready to send on a search party,
Sammy and Livingstone with a reverse twist. It's no joke, stand nothing.
You have no right to worry me like this. It's not wre you
for the only spot on Earth as yet unvisited by the National Geographic Society,
Sweetheart, the Veil of Takoloma. And don't try to find it on a
map because it isn't set yourself for my saga of a crooks tour of the
hinterlands with just a touch of mysticism, which is why I call it the
rowdy Dowser Caper. All right, Murgatroyd, these will do? Why are
you calling songs a tailor shop? I had to leave without my pants.
For NBC, Williams Radio's outstanding producer director of mystery and crime Drama brings you
the Greatest Private Detective of mal starring Stephen Dunn in the Adventures of Sam Spade.
Dumb Doda, Dam dumb Tom. When you and I were young,
Effie, who else decent? You said you lost your pants? Oh,
how do they look, well, isn't it a little early for Halloween?
Ooh, you made a joke. You're ready woman. They fill it in
two Constable Ali Shuttle, North Taklhoma, California, from Samuel's Spade license number
one three, seven, five, nine six, subject the Rowdy Dowser Caper,
Dear Ali. On Wednesday. It was when I returned to my office
of a fine spring morning, the fire and a note lying on my desk
like a big juicy piece of cheese and a mouse trap. Quote mister Spade
called North taka Takaaloma three. Unquote North Takaloma. Where have I North Takohoma
three? Yes, so one moment, would you repeat the number players North
Taklhoma three, North Tacalhoma three pie diction, that is North Takhoma. I'm
not kidding, looking up, girl, look it up, yes, sir,
North Tacalhoma three. Well, she must have found it in the book,
because soon we had encouraging buzzes and clicks. Six operators later we had
punched our way north to the farm at Slattery Flat. Then we knocked off
for lunch while Slim Slattery repaired the windmill that made the juice for the last
lap. At two o seven pm, victory was in sight. Yeah,
Sam, this is operated Nan for the tenth time. Oh fine, are
we doing, Millie Samby? I am actually ringing North Takalhoma City. Oh
good girl. Hello, Hello, this is the same Spade. I have
a know here too. Yes, yes, mister Spade. You were out
of town when I came. Perhaps you remember me, Wendell Wisby of Oak
Tree Lane, North Tacalhoma, California. I employed you a year ago to
find a girl who vanished the magician. You made the girl disappear and couldn't
bring her back. Correct. You may well ask, mister Spade, how
anything could be worse than that? Well? This this is Oh there,
Wendell. There, boy, take it easy. I can't talk. I
just can't talk about it. Fine, fine, then write me a nice
long letter. You know this is a long distance call, and I don't
know. No. No, I am sorry, mister Spade, but this
has affected me very deeply. Look, you promised you'd lay off the magic.
Wendell, how do you do? Misplaced half a woman this time?
Now I have given up magic, mister Spade. I am currently employed as
third Vice President of the Second National Bank of North Taklahoma. All that,
yes, sir, all my star was rising, my future seemed assured.
But now a shadow has fallen over my good name. Booted along. Will
you, Wendell, this is costing me money. I cannot tell you more
on the phone, mister Spade. You must come at once. It is
extremely urgent. I see well, Frankly, Wendell, I have a feeling
I'll be tied up if the chances are I'll What was that I just said,
There's one hundred dollars under your desk blotter for a retainer. I left
it when I came with the note. But if you have a collection to
make, suppose now, Wendell, that is the collection. And so it
befell that. Shortly before lunch on the following day, I guided my rented
hack across the ford A Club Creek, up the high road, through Possum
Notch and down into the Vale of Pacoloma, where I muscled my way through
a flock of geese in the main street and tied up before the imposing stone
facade of the Second National Bank. Inside, sitting in front of the door
marked Urban Route, President said a secretary, whose facade looked colder and even
more imposing than the banks. She was shriveling one of the customers a meek
little milk toast in a salt and pepper soup. As I informed you,
my good man President, who is extremely tied up at the moment. Oh,
I'm quite aware of that, miss. I wouldn't bother him for the
world. But you see, I know I don't see. And since you
refuse to say the nature of your business, I refuse you most certainly did
dear me. I didn't mean to refuse anything. It's just that it's sort
of personal and it may I go in. You may sit down until I
tell you to go in. Is that clear? Yes, ma'am, Yes,
I understand. I don't mind waiting, don't mind at all. And
now you, sir, what do you want. I have an appointment with
Wendell Wisby, and Misterby's in conference with the President. Thanks. If you
sit down just a minute, and you must understand, President Route, this
is a matter of family honor. I shall do. Oh, I Wendell
from mister Spade. Oh sorry I couldn't get here sooner, but it's a
long haul. Well, uh, mister Spade is a friend of mine,
President Route, from my solid days as a magician, A very confident detective
by my dad. Well, thank you, Wendell. Hey see we uh,
we are indeed fortunate to have him with us in this matter. Good
good, Please sit down, mister Speed. Thanks you are away of mister
Speed. This matters to be held in strictest confidence. Word must be kept
from the depositors at all cost until. But remember, President Route, remember
the code of the Wisby's. Should worst come to worst, I shall make
good. I shall make good if it takes me. Understand Wesby, I
understand. Well, mind if I admit I don't, what is it?
Wendell match whom uncle perce our forma cash here, mister Speed perce snatcher Whisby's
uncle purse snatcher? What about him? Everything? He has disappeared, absconded?
That is a harsh word, President Route. I would prefer to say
he disappeared until we have further proof that money's gone, isn't it? How
much money? Fifty three thousand dollars from uncle Purse's accounts it Maybe he has
absconded, President Route. But we must remember that despite the snatcher surname Uncle
Purse is a Wisby, and the Wisby never lived? Who got away with
fifty three thousand dollars? All right? Wisbye? He disappeared? Yes?
May I ask when he disappeared last Friday night about nine o'clock? Anyone see
him go? Almost everyone his car stall at Maynard for Simmons. Several people
saw him trying to start it. He was acting very strangely. Oh how
is that? Wendell Well, Clem Clobber and Charity Fed and several others spoke
to him from the curb, but he wouldn't answer them. He didn't say
a word to anyone, which is not at all like Uncle Purse snatcher.
Wisbye man to me? Would you feel sociable with the setch are full of
stolen money on the seat beside you? Well, there you have a point,
President Rul. I can't blame you for the way you feel, President
Route, but I must continue to believe the best of Uncle Purse until mister
Spade discovers the worst. And in that dismal eventuality, please know I intend
to pay off the fifty three thousand dollars plus interest on the installment plan five
dollars and thirty seven cents per week for forty eight years. You have my
word on it, sir, the word of a wisbye, with which solemn
pronouncement. Wendell marched out, closely followed by me Salt and pepper soup mill
Toast was still fingering his hat fram looking hopefully at Miss ice Water for the
sign. At Wendell's suggestion, I hustle out to the Snatcher homestead for a
word with Percy's wife, a timid little woman with her heart and her eyes
on from one end of the valley to the other as ants wistful. I
can hardly think straight these days, mister Spad, so full of puzzlement.
This thing has left me, of course, aunt wistful. Have another dipper
side from mister Spare getting down, not you, no thanks, Sam whisper
first, wasn't hisself since the well run dry. We had a pescel of
dry winters here in the valley, you know, but never before. This
is the well run dry first, and know which way to turn. Pipe
ends two miles down the road. Couldn't afford to bring it in here,
I see, He took to muttering to hisself, saying strange things, coming
home from his work at the bank with a frown on his face, stayed
there all evening. What do you mean, strange thing? I don't recollect
very well? Do you know? A law book? Home? One night
though out of a clue, Sky who says to me, wristful, honey,
do you know the punishment for embezzlement is five to ten years in prison?
I asked what he meant by that, and he said he thought it
might be a good thing for a banker. And no, well he had
something there. The night after that he come home all cheerful, said he
thought he'd figured a way out, found a fellow to help her out.
Get down. I had no idea what purse was thinking? What fellaw Urban?
Rude? I suppose, Oh it's Urban's bank he was fixing to steal
from. But then I got rid from my sister Aileen, over to fog
to grove. So Thursday I left, and when I got back Saturday he
gone. Did he take his things mostly sunny? He did one strange thing
for this time of year. He left his corn teeth behind corn teeth,
a spare pair of store teeth for corn on the cobs, missing novis summer
coming on, Yes, blessing. You know, ever since spring I'm been
have to pierce to spay up my flower bed by the window. He did
it for a lift now that there's no water to grow things with. I
loved him so much, mister speed in this awful way for marriage to good
die well. I started at Maine and for Simon Streets and worked south farm
by farm. Everyone seemed to have been sitting on his front stool Friday night
because all remembered Perse Snatcher driving out on the South Road and his nineteen nineteen
went in sex up to a point that is somewhere between North Takolhoma and Fogerty
Grove. I ran out of witnesses and in piny Crutch, of all places
the time beyond, they could guarantee purse didn't pass through because the main drag
was roped off all Friday night for a square dance, and thus matters stood.
On the third day, when I limped back to the bank for some
reason, a crowd had gathered in the alleyway next door, riding it off
as a floating crap game. I walked inside, bowed formally to miss ice
Water, then plunked myself down at Wendell's desk. Oh Shaw, I just
found I miscalculated on the interest at five dollars and thirty seven cents per week.
I won't have this paid off until I'm one hundred and thirty four.
Who knows by then you may even have a wife and children to support.
Look, don't you think you were a little impetuous with that retainer? What
retainer? Mine? One hundred dollars? One hundred dollars, Wendell, the
one hundred dollars. You're stuck under my desk body. When you hired me,
I hired you. You came my office when I was out of town.
Window. You left a note for me to call you. I talked
to you on the telephone. Well didn't I, mister Spade, something is
very wrong. I did not talk to you on the telephone at all.
What I thought you were employed by President Route? Well? Where is President
Ruth? I don't know. He stepped out some time ago, and there's
someone waiting for him in his office. Oh you do need to do him,
Miss Icewater. Oh't tell me, Prudy meaning out there anymore. I'll
like you youat toasted, but with a difference. The salt and pepper suit
had gone very bow time, plaids for jacket with a racing form sticking out
of the pocket, maroon plus fours, and wolf socks with tassels. He
took one of President Rooth's cigars out of his pocket, bit off the end
and lit it and smiled, or rather leered at Miss ice Water. Well,
honey, I'm sorry, Oh twenty three skeedo sweat stuff. It's not
meant to be back shortly if you row, don't be a back number,
beautiful Mama. I don't know what to say. Learn, tell cookie,
I'll be back. Live a little baby, live a little golly golly indeed.
Uh, Miss ice Water, Hey, Oh what was that? I
don't know his name? A friend of peasant roots here, he's rather a
checked did you think? Only now as I went outside in his way did
I see what had caused the crowd in the alleyway The first sport model convertible
into Locoma Valley since Wally Reid came through on location, and the first pink
one I'd ever seen. Wondering the new mill post, I walked into the
drug store, fouled a phone book and checked all twenty five names North Takoloma
three belonged to the Automic Auto Courts and Restaurant Charity Find proprietress. She was
riding herd on a griddle full of lamb chops when I pulled up at the
county. How was that again? Sunny? Short, you say, short
and scamped on top, with a cringe of hair like sould. Yeah,
and a wicked leer in his eye. That's my man. Well he wasn't
wearing no Barrett Hapner plaid code. When I see the salt and pepper suited
wise, yeah, I know who is he? Well, he didn't register,
but they say his dowser dowser. Don't know his first name. Do
you know where he come from? Satan room six till two days ago?
I ain't seen him around since? When did he come here? Let me
see a codfish ball? Oh, that'd be Friday night late. The funny
thing now I think of it. He come afoot. Not by the road
room Pogrity rove, mind you, but by the trail over the ridge.
Where does it go to? Anne Charity winds up the old Clover place.
Bandon? Now, thanks, I'll be you mean nothing. We're just right
down where you are and your record coup around this. Ain't no growing boy
going hiking over the ridge without supper. Clean it up now, every scrap,
yes small. It had been dark about two hours when carrying one of
Aunt Charity's best coal oil lanterns, I topped the ridge and looked down on
clem Clover's abandoned barn, nestling in a grove of ancient oaks at the very
foot of the hill. The moon was bright enough to show up a pair
of grassy ruts leading from the rear of it down the gully toward the road
the Fogerty Grove a couple of miles away. On general principles, I blew
out the lantern, then scrambled down the side hill and up to the barn
doors. I couldn't make out anything inside at first, and then finally something
took shape, a dark hulk in the middle of the floor. Stupid me,
I lit a match. It was an automobile, to be exact.
It was Perse Snatcher's nineteen nineteen Went and six, his hat in the twee
overcoat everyone saw him wearing Friday night. Where lying across the front seat,
I held the match higher and bent over for a closer look, where upon
Spade and the match went out together. You are listening to the weekly adventure
of radio's most famous detective, Sam Spade. Three times mean good Times on
NBC. There's fun for you Sunday with two of your favorite families, The
Blandings and the Harrises. Mister and Missus Blandings stars Carry Grant and Betsy Drake
in the title roles as the proud but somewhat bewildered owners of the famous dream
House. The Phil Harris Alice Fay Show stars Phil and Alice of course,
plus ever helpful Frankie Reremley, brother William and delivery boy Julius. Yes,
there laughs this Sunday and every Sunday, but the Phil Harris Alice Fay Show
and Mister and Missus Blandings. And now back to the rowdy Dauser Caper Tonight's
adventure with Sam Spade. I must apologize constable for succumbing once again to the
traditional nemesis of the private eye. But the ball facts are simply that I'd
bend over for a closer look at the Winton six and was struck a dastardly
blow on the rear of the head. How long I remained in communicado,
I know not, but I awoke presently and with good reason. My pants
were on fire. As a matter of fact, the entire barn was on
fire, and I was lying in the tonneau the Winton six wearing purse snatcher's
overcoat. The door i'd come in was a wall of plane likewise the stalls
on both sides, but at the rear were a few square feet of rotten
sighting that hadn't caught yet. I ordinarily I'd have fought twice, but when
your pants are a fire, you only think once. So I ran right
through it and took a flying header into the creek behind the barn. It
was just as well I only thought once, since at this moment the flames
reached the Winton's gas tank. Good laws, I'm mighty, what have you
been up to? Boys? Smoking corn silk behind Clawbery's barn? Match got
away from me? Well stay right there, left hind ma goose screen hold
on on a later ant charity. How about the key to six the dowser
fella, Yeah, won't need no keys hunting door open if he left it
open. He's in there now, Barrett hat, flat coat and twenty five
cents, Skeigar help yourself. Well, well, mister Spaden, right your
dogs dowd business. Yes, yeah, that's right, Dowser, and you
can call me Alonzo. No, no, I'll stand. Oh you're lucky
you caught me. I was just leaving, so I see. I was
detained, as you probably know, over at Klobber's Barn. The okay,
Dowser, we'll let that do for the preliminaries. Now, why'd you just
try to kill me? Kill you? Well, good heavens man, I
did not get careless at a weenie baked Dowzer. I just woke up in
the middle of a three alarm fire, and I don't like it. As
a matter of fact, I'm a little burnt up to use the phrase loosely,
and I just might kick your teeth in. I believe me. I
haven't been near Klobber's Barn since Friday. I had nothing to do with with
whatever happened. Sure, and you had nothing to do with one hundred buck
retainer in the phone call from Wendell Wisby. Well, as a matter of
fact, you figured with a curious city fellow like me on the premises Urban
Root might shake down easier, bigger apples from the same old tree. Right,
All I did was negotiate a personal low rofit. Will you Root had
his hand on the tail at the bank, a big hand fifty three thousand
dollars worth, and snatcher found out about it. What about you? How'd
you get into the angle? The loan, the shakedown? Where go purse
Salonzo out of town somewhere? I suppose he look, I can't tell you,
mister Spain first got as far as the road to Clem Clubber's barn last
Friday night? Or did he? No? No, he didn't get that
far. You know, I'd begun to suspect as much. How far did
he get? I'm sorry, I can't tell you anymore. Rupe killed him,
didn't I? No, I'll come. I do know what he's more?
Please, what do you do with the body? Rude wore the coat
and drove Pursu's car out of town so everyone had to see him. Now,
where's the body? Let me go, Let me go, Dowzar Dozer.
He squirted it out of my hands like a watermelon sea, leaving me
with a plaid coat, and took off down the line of automic cabins.
Toward the Automic Restaurant. A nice high knee action for a little guy.
And what with my burns and contusions, I'm forced to admit he was widening
the gap between us when he rounded the corner of the Automic Restaurant, making
possibly the gravest era of his career. Aunt Charity was rounding the same corner,
coming the other way with an armload of wood. Who you don't reckon?
He got hisself a brain conclusion, do your honey? I don't know,
but he's a weak witness and Charity a week witness. What you got
there? Oh, shoe bosh, fifteen hundred dollars, a few odds and
m's and this, well, it looks like an oversized slingshot for it?
Slingshot? What do you mean slingshot? Well? Who cares? Soe whittles?
Where'd you get the idea? His name was Dowser? H driver's license
in his wallet? Alonzo P. Skaggins, who said his name was Dowser?
You did? I never said his name was Dowser. I said he
was a dowser. Oh oh, and then what's a dowser? And Charity
a guy who finds water for people at swat. Well, that's nice if
you could finds water. Yeah, how well, I'm no experts, honey,
but as near as I can recollect you take this here sling shop port
soho, and mister Spade, I can't go through it and hold yourself,
Wendell, remember the cold of the Wisbey. But this sinister revelation has virtually
prostrated me, mister Spade, And you must remember it is now over a
year since my salad days as a magician tout windle, stout, fellow,
stiff upper. And further, even at the peak of my career, I
was only sketchly acquainted with the feel of dazzery. Hold it. There they
are, Aunt Whistle is sitting on the back porch with President Ruod, mister
Spade. The code of the Wisbe's, Wendell, Yes, sir, let's
go. I just can't tell you how'll pull up with gratefulness? No,
no, in wishful, don't take on show. It's nothing at all.
Uh you remember mister Spade, President Route He of course, of course,
hardly seems any time at all since we met the President Root. Mister Spade,
President Root's going to buy the farm isn't that wonderful touching? And he's
allowing me ten thousand against the money per stow. That's a generous offer.
I thought you, considering there's no water on the farm, he said many
times, it wouldn't be worth forty dollars nake into that water. Well,
did you say something, Wendell, Yes, Aunt Whistful, I have great
news for you. It may not be necessary to sell the farm. What
do you mean, Wendell, we made a deal here. Maybe the signals
are off for now. President Roade. You recall uncle person he'd found a
man to solve his problem, Ant Whistle. I am now ready to step
forward and bring it into the open. I am that man you what do
you mean, Window? Since entering the banking field, I divorced myself from
magic and the Allied Dark Arts, Aunt Whistle, so I wish to keep
my other talents, sub Rosa, What are you talking about, Wisbee?
President Route, I am a part time dowser, and he just happens to
have his dozing rod along, right, Wendell, Right, I have reason
to believe there is water here. If I can just douse it out,
Window, you're out, Shut up, dows away Wendow dows away very well.
Now I hold the dowsing fork before me. Thus, then I turn.
Thus, where does your point Wendell? Let me see toward Aunt Whistful's
flower bed. This is ridiculous. Shut up, proceed Wendell proceed with the
dowsery one step two three. Wore all the rod's pointing down right. I'll
make that twenty thousand, twenty thousand dollars for the pome cash see not quit
it cash hold out twenty five. It's a right here is where we did
he Circui circ thousand. It has already been dug up. Looks as if
uncle person had dug a hole and then fill it back up. Last Friday
night, just before nine o'clock, right President route, you came down for
a showdown on those shortages. He turned up, found him digging the well
here and got a better idea. No, I've talked to the guy who
saw you do it. All right, all right, I killed him.
He's right here, yes, right, which is where you came in,
Constable, And since you can take it from here, I shall close,
as always with period and the report right another trial, sam, another new
sphere of effort. No feel is safe from my talent, sweetheart, you
will please preserve it for posterity during the following fifteen second announcement scootool three times
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effishent Girl? Yeah yeah, Elly, this is Sam Boy. What's happen?
Oh? Oh, thanks Milly. They just relayed a message from Fogerty
grovef Wendell is being installed a second vice president tomorrow night at the Moose Hall.
Oh. He wants me to come and bring a girl. Are you
game, little one? That's one way to get the report, a constable
Ali shuttle. I'll do it, Sam, good girl, pack up an
emergency ration of sorghum and hominy grids. S I'll pull up at your doorstep
in the morning at Aircock Wait I'll Wear my Son do It and Mother Hubbard
Good Night, Sam, good Night Sweet. The Adventures of Sam Spade are
produced, editor and directed by William Spear. Sam Spade was played by Stephen
Dunn, Loreen Tuttle as Effie. Also in the cast were Peggy Weber,
Berna Fulton, Sidney Miller, Alice Welldon, Charles Smith, and Nestra Piva.
Script Fortnight's Adventure by Harold Swanton, Musical scoring by lud Gluskin, conducted
by Robert Armbuster. Join us again next week, same time for another adventure
with Sam Spade. Tomorrow, Your Hip Parade plays the Hip Tunes on NBC.
Welcome back. After The Denny Shane Keeper and The Civic Pride Keeper,
two of the heavier and more serious episodes of the Done era, the series
was due for something lighter this week. We might have gotten a little bit
of an overcorrection. This is a story with a lot of absurdities in terms
of the names of characters, in terms of both the performances and the writing.
Now, in some ways I think this calls to mind some of the
past Sam Spade scripts with Howard Duff, such as The Fairly Broughtkeeper from nineteen
forty eight. However, that was back and Gildowd and Bob Towman were writing
the series, and they carried it off a little bit better as it was.
I think this had some points that definitely didn't hit, but I still
enjoyed it for the most part, even though it was over the top.
But your tolerance for absurdity and your detective shows may determine how much you enjoy
this episode. The Radio Gold Index, usually but not always, a straightforward
log of cast and plots for various programs, had this note for writing credits
for this episode Harold Swanton, writer who ought to be ashamed of himself,
So definitely I expect some people ought to be quite amused by this episode.
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truly, johny Dollar, Cereal. Where I did it the way any cub
would have any worse. I had a three o'clock deadline. I wanted to
make it. I could have waited till the skipper came to said Pearling wasn't
aboard. I could have contacted Pearling's hotel found out he was safely there.
I didn't do any of that. I just phoned in my story. The
rest. Every wire service in the country picked it up. Yes, I
was lucky. I wasn't fired. You want another glass of beer? No
offense. You've been pretty nice. I'm sure you're not all insurance investigator.
Notice I haven't asked you exactly what you're investigating. Yeah, I noticed that
you're gonna tell me, possibly right now. Something worries me. You were
down at the landing when the boat caught fire. I hope you'll be with
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