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But now, from January fifth of nineteen fifty two, here
is the John Dowson murder case.
Speaker 2: Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle. The gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Broadways My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Speaker 2: In the first week of the new year, Broadways beside
itself with promises. The new leaves have been turned over,
the resolutions made, the wife has been kissed in the morning.
It's the time of only one martini before dinner, the
high protein diet, and let the blonde stroll by without
lifting your hat. Also, it's the week of the clearance sales.
Good slightly handled and non returnable, but in a bargain,
so buy something. Live it up. It's nineteen fifty two,
the year the boat will come in. It's got to
be the year. In the corridor where I was, the
new year was a thing that came and went, paced
off for the quiet steps of nurses, the corridor of
routine and pain emergency hospital. Danny, you got here fast, Danny,
what's the trouble? Doc Sinsk come on. Report that came
with the man said his name was John Dobson. He talked, No,
how bad is he?
Speaker 4: Well, I'm doing everything I can in here. One thing,
He's not in any pain. There's the report over on
the table with his effects.
Speaker 2: Huh. John Dowson, Park Avenue address found in commatast condition
in a park car on East River Drive, motors still
running eight twenty pm, forty minutes ago. Danny, what's the
matter with him? Doctor poison? Carrying a lot of money
over three hundred dollars in his wallet.
Speaker 4: I've got saliva samples down in the lab, Danny. Until
then I have to treat symptoms. Can't tell what kind
of poison may be self administered.
Speaker 2: I doubt it. Do you ever hear of anybody drinking
poison and going for a car ride. I'd say the
man was driving when the poison hit him. Pull over
to the side. That's your business. Pardon me, Danny, I've
got mine. And the shadows gather weight on the edge
of the circle of light. That is a yellowing barrier
against them, holding from them the man, locking from them
his life. The shadows wait for a knight's decision to
be made, the beggars of darkness, eager for the hand
out of death, and working quietly within the fortress of light.
Doctor Sinski, aware of the hunger of shadows, moving quickly
against them to deny them a man's dying. Watch it,
then leave them alone with it. Gone out of the
park avenue address of John Dobson. Be told that his
wife is at home. Ascend to the thirtieth flor apartment.
Speaker 5: How clear does it have to be before it penetrates?
Speaker 6: There's no one home.
Speaker 2: The woman's anger tears that are heavily creamed. Face intensifies
the smallness of her eyes, the only color, the pale,
thin lips like an old scar.
Speaker 6: Get out before I have you thrown out.
Speaker 2: I'm from the police, Missus Dobson.
Speaker 6: I don't know who you are.
Speaker 5: You've no right to come here to wake me, to
make me show myself this way.
Speaker 2: Your husband's in the police emergency hospital. He's been poisoned.
Speaker 5: Coming you could have phoned you know, that's true. We
could have and you wouldn't have seen me like this
in the way you're privileged. Few men have ever seen me,
and even John here his own bedroom.
Speaker 2: Maybe I didn't register, Missus Dobson. I said your husband
has been poisoned. He's in the police emergency hospital.
Speaker 5: Of course I'll go that's what you're implying. He's only
phone I could have worn a proper No, just have
to throw on the first thing that.
Speaker 6: How bad is it?
Speaker 2: He's dying?
Speaker 5: The blow the crushes you say for I finished right
between the eyes. Is that how it's done?
Speaker 2: It crushes you.
Speaker 6: I love him, that answer your foolish question.
Speaker 2: He was found in a parked car alone. You know
where he was before that? Missus Dobson with me.
Speaker 5: We had a candlelight dinner here in the apartment. Over
a dessert, he kissed me full on the lips, and
he had to go out for the evening.
Speaker 2: It was hours ago. You tell you where he was going.
Speaker 5: He whispered it against my ear. There his old friend,
Floyd Gilmore. John and he exchanged old school ties for Christmas.
Speaker 2: Where do I find him? Floyd?
Speaker 5: He has a devastating little flat and Gramercy Park done
in bachelor's souvenirs. Along you keep me, you know, the
longer it'll take me to.
Speaker 2: Get to John side, I'll drive you down stuff.
Speaker 5: I want to be lovely for him. That'll take a while.
So you won't bother waiting, will you? Of course you won't.
Speaker 2: Hey, what kept? Oh? Yes, what is it? Your name?
Floyd Gilmore? Well, yes, I'm Danny Clover police. You might
have I come in what for? It's about John Dobson.
I understand. What about Joe. Something's happened to him. He
might die. Yeah, you better come in in here. He
might die. He's been poisoned. He's found a while ago
in his car. Joe. I just talked to his wife.
She said he'd been with you. Oh John never got here.
Oh it was no matter. Don't you believe me? What
was he coming to see you? Bus? I ask you something?
Don't you believe me? I told you John never got
I asked you something too. He was coming over to
see me? That so what for to borrow a book?
Played chess one? You can take fingerprints, mister, I'm telling
you John wasn't here. It's going to be pretty tough
to prove, mister Gilmore. John Dobson had plenty of time
to be here, be poisoned and leave the point. You
mean me murdered. If John Dobson dies, it'll be murdered.
I'll tell you why he came here. Came here? You
said he didn't? All right? So I got mixed up.
I got a quirk. I get my conjugations mixed when
I'm under mental stress. Why do you want to listen
to me? Or want to call me a liar and
arrest me? Do what you want, mister, Go ahead and
tell me your story. I had a friend I wanted
John to meet. Mind. I asked why John doesn't get
along with his wife? She didn't approve of his outside interest.
You were going to introduce him to an outside interest. Well,
this girl, it's this friend of mine is nice kid,
same kind of personality as John. Oh that's right, Pretty
sure this friend of mine was well fetching is the
word that as pretty as Edna, not nearly as pretty
as John's wife. I can never understand that about John.
A beautiful wife like Edna all or Doe? Why I
had so many outside interests? Or do I find this
friend of yours? Isabel at the New Howard Hotel, ask
for Isabelle Martin. Mister Andry, I'm sorry, Telly, we couldn't
make it tonight. The New Howard Hotel a discreete brownstone
in the discreete East sixties, designed to recall the foamy
days of Victorian elegance. The reproductions of antique hitching posts
standing in frozen wonder at the sleek and snarling eight
cylinder beasts flouting their chrome, and the lobby hung with
maroon velvet, its frayed tassels swaying gently over simulated marble
and presiding over it a frocked man savoring a well
thum pocket edition of Charles Dickens, Take Courage by the hand.
Break through the mists of old lavender dare to ask
him for Isabel Martin. The consequence is no more than
a compassionate smile, a whispered room number, and a ride
in a self service elevator hung with the framed messages
of beauty salons and credit dentistry. The elevator finally ascends
to the heights of the fifth floor.
Speaker 6: Hither, Hello, you're late. I heard your footsteps in the hall.
I opened my door and let out a can. Hi.
Speaker 2: John, not John, I'm from the police, Miss Martin.
Speaker 6: Please. Lloyd said he'd send me. Johnny sends me you.
Speaker 7: Yeah, Fife, Well, a good old Floyd. I want to
scratch his face.
Speaker 2: Let's go inside, Miss Martin.
Speaker 7: It's a lovely idea, the loveliest idea, the sense you
let everybody go inside.
Speaker 6: Let everybody have a drink.
Speaker 7: Yes, take a sip of mine. I was saving it
for John. Baby, you'll be here right for him. You
take a sip of mine.
Speaker 2: Baby, You think you can understand what I'm going to
tell you, Miss Martin, The.
Speaker 7: Things this girl understands. I'm I'm not as gone as
all that mystery. Lonesome little drinking while waiting clears the brain.
Speaker 2: So tell me John Dobson is dying. He was poisoned.
Speaker 6: That's why I stood me up, because he's dying.
Speaker 2: He waited for me, never showed up. Is it? It's it?
Do you mind if I look around it? Love it?
Speaker 6: Not the tasteful arrangement.
Speaker 2: There's another glass here on the night table, part of
a drink in it.
Speaker 6: That's where it's been hiding.
Speaker 7: Tell me a lonesome little drinky. I put you down
and forgot all about you, didn't. I impoored myself a
new one when all the time loan some little baby.
Pardon me drinking? Don't drink?
Speaker 2: Hi? Then?
Speaker 6: Hello, this was Isabelle for you, Mister.
Speaker 2: Danny Klora speaking, Get down here. There's nothing I can
do for him right away. Doctor, get me an empty bottle,
Miss Martin, I'll want to take your forgotten drink with
me empty. I got a life full of the Missa.
Take your pick, doctor sinske, How was he? Doctor? Not
a chance?
Speaker 4: Missus Dobson, Danny, she's in there with him.
Speaker 2: It's such a time. Better leave them alone. Did he talk?
Say anything? Once?
Speaker 4: For a second, Danny opened his eyes and said his
wife's name, said Edna said, my beautiful wife, Edna, beautiful,
even in over grief. I caught myself staring at her, watching.
Speaker 2: Her look look at her, even in all her grief.
The circle of shadows was around them, around a man
and his wife, the man with pale death at his cheek,
the woman luminous, her face touched with infinite sadness, of
infinite loveliness, A tear at her eyes edge, not falling,
but held there, the small glistening despair.
Speaker 8: Johnny, Johnny, John Doctor, my dear, my husband dead, Johnny.
Speaker 3: He's dead death.
Speaker 2: Wow.
Speaker 3: You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Martin
Fine and David Freakin and starring Larry Thor as Detective
Danny Clover. Two of our CBS radio gals are at
opposite extremes intellectually. Rie Wilson has empty headed my friend Irma,
and Eve Varden is English teaching our miss Brooks. But
in spite of this difference, Irma Peterson and Connie Brooks
have two things in common. They're both funny, and they're
both yours to laugh at. On most of these same
CBS radio stations Sunday evenings, enjoy them both.
Speaker 2: Tomorrow Night, the New year has doled out only so
many of its night times, and Broadway has already used them,
drained them of their neon, their glitter, their anguish. Broadway
takes its place in line to wait for the new
fallings of darkness, as it did on the dating edge
of this night time that had come. Like other Broadway nights,
it sparked the spectaculars in a winking light. It opened
corridors for solitude to walk that carried on its wind,
laughter and shock, and Broadway stands dazed and still waiting
for this night too, to end. Where I was. The
night wouldn't depart because it must linger on the face
of a woman, on its beauty, on the tear that
held the grief for her dead husband. It must listen
close because her weeping is gentle and distant. Missus Dobson,
Missus Dobson.
Speaker 6: Do look at me, don't dare look at me.
Speaker 2: I'll take you home. There's no need. I'll manage if
you want to lie down, need something the matron.
Speaker 6: Will you have a dressing.
Speaker 5: A room, nothing with a mirror in it, A brightly
lit mirror.
Speaker 2: I suppose there's one somewhere, and I.
Speaker 6: Shock you, mister Clover.
Speaker 5: Because I insist on being beautiful even while Johnny lies dead.
Is that something awful for a woman to want to
be beautiful to her dead husband?
Speaker 2: I don't know.
Speaker 5: You know it now, mister Clover. You've seen me ugly,
and you see me like this, the lovely one of
the woman Johnny knew, the woman Johnny saw when he died.
There was never any other. You understand that, mister Clover.
Speaker 2: I think so good.
Speaker 5: Now leave me alone with him, would you please? I
mean alone, No gratuitous sympathizers. No one has seen me
with tears on my face alone, do you?
Speaker 9: Danny r good? Good money? You slumpered well in the
land and not I hope.
Speaker 2: Oh that's a good gen. I didn't get home from
the hospital until and when I finally got to bed.
Speaker 9: Well, here's something that will revive an otherwise drab day, Danny.
Speaker 2: Surprise electric fan? What for?
Speaker 9: Startles h the self same fan you commissioned me to
have repaired last July. I saved the department money, all
fixed and ready to go to it like Miami. This
is the same same fan by which we have called
other names. Bout of torn aparty, the quick and revived
by me Geno Catiglia plus the progo tools missus t
slipped into my galoshes for Christmas. Professional huh, Phili breeze.
Speaker 2: It's January, Gino, turn it off, Gino.
Speaker 9: Yeah, any other putt thing you'd like to have done
around here?
Speaker 2: Just sautter the word about the medical examiner's apart.
Speaker 9: Roger John Dobson did indeed die from a poison which
doctor Sinski did label as being of the alkaloid family.
Specific poison and time taken will not be known until
autopsy has performed on the vital organs.
Speaker 2: What else did you?
Speaker 9: There's some background material and mister and missus John Dobson
dug out by obediently yours and the good detective Muggavin
if you please. Indeed, mister Dobson lived by no visible
means of support, nice house, nice clothes, no job prior
to his exchanging marriage vows with Missus Dobson. He lived
off hand out some friends there go on. Mister Dobson
did attach himself and married Missus Dobson while she was
still in WI those weeks.
Speaker 2: Oh Heetna Dobson was married before.
Speaker 9: To a Timothy French deceased.
Speaker 2: What did mister French die of you know, could you
find that out?
Speaker 9: I did? I did from an accident. Mister French was
a wheelchair case from his youth. Three years after his
marriage to his wife, he had a misfortune, fell out
of his chair down the steps.
Speaker 2: And missus Dobson inherited his estate, isn't it?
Speaker 9: And I wait a minute, Danny, I look at the reports.
Just take a second.
Speaker 2: I'll never mind, you know, put him on my desk.
You did real fine today.
Speaker 9: Just wait till July when he can enjoy that fan, Danny,
the nice things you'll say about me.
Speaker 2: And study the reports the sergeant leaves on your desk.
Find that the widow of Timothy French had inherited two
hundred and fifty thousand dollars, more than half of it
in insurance. Find the name of the insurance broker who
had handled it, Jonathan Harvey, twelve Broad Street. Go to him,
talk to him.
Speaker 10: Let me make my puny attempt to trying to understand you,
mister Clover. I'll go right a hen, I'll have to
block it out on this scratch pad. Let's see, under
a general heading, we have your reinvestigation of the death
of Timothy French, Edna's first husband.
Speaker 2: That's right, and a.
Speaker 10: Line and underneath your reasons for doing save what shall
we put down?
Speaker 2: Mister Clover, Missus Dobson's second husband died last night of
alkaloid poisoning. Newspapers added at great length.
Speaker 9: I read the head.
Speaker 10: Aha, I see what you're after, mister Clover.
Speaker 2: Thank you.
Speaker 10: Now I can fill in this side. Here we have
death of husband number one, here death of number two
in the short space of two years.
Speaker 2: Hmm.
Speaker 10: Interesting.
Speaker 2: I'm glad you agree.
Speaker 10: However, I'm afraid that's as far as it goes, mister Clover.
Speaker 2: I'll tell me why.
Speaker 10: Perhaps you don't know that my company conducted a most
thorough rundown on mister French's death, found it accidental. Though
I am an insurance man, mister Clover, I am also
a friend, ah friend, confident to all my clients, as
I was to Tim French, as.
Speaker 2: I would be to you who knew him.
Speaker 10: Well, my dear young man, I nurtured his romance with Edna.
Speaker 2: How did you do that?
Speaker 10: Edna was a teller at the Ruxton Bank on Wall.
One day I wheeled him along with me. Well, I
made a deposit for.
Speaker 2: It, and that's where he met Edna Dobson in the bank.
Speaker 10: She was plain then thoughtless fellow could call her ugly,
and Tim was a you forgive the word a cripple.
Unwanted people they meet sometimes fall in love and get married.
Speaker 2: Then one of them dives in a fall.
Speaker 10: There you go again, beating your head against a blank wall.
It's useless, mister clover. We spent thousands of dollars proving
it to ourselves. Tim died accidentally, So.
Speaker 2: Leave there and decide a thing. Missus. Edna Dobson, ex
bank clerk w'd old twice, was a woman you wanted
to talk to again. Go to her apartment house. She's
not the home, you're told by a maid who opened
the door for you and got right down on her
knees again to dust. Where is she? She's going to
a funeral tomorrow, so she's down the beauty parlor, naturally,
which one loss since naturally, So thank the maid who
waved her feather duster goodbye to you, and go to
Lawsons and meet another woman dressed fashionably clinical in a
white jersey uniform, who sits behind a desk and.
Speaker 11: Asks questions You a husband.
Speaker 2: No I'm afraid not.
Speaker 11: I want to see my friend. Eh, we got under
the dryer belongs to you.
Speaker 2: I want to see Missus Dobson.
Speaker 11: What have you been doing all morning?
Speaker 10: Man?
Speaker 11: Missus Dobson's been here since nine facials, hair set, contouring, refinishing, reweaving,
everything on the menu, and you walk in just as
she walks out. I don't envy you. Oh why if
you're a fellowho is going to help her through this bereavement? Frankly,
I don't envy you. Frankly, you don't look as if
you can afford it. I'd get fired if mine here
lost in you. I was talking like this. Mine here
is Dutch.
Speaker 2: You know, no, I didn't.
Speaker 11: But I like your face to be blunt, mostly because
I like men's faces and I hate to see them
be suckered. I appreciate this, the dough that edn adopts
and spends on lotions and contours and facials. Since the
first day she came in here.
Speaker 2: When was that?
Speaker 11: I remember, because when she stepped in here, mine here said,
I accept the challenge. Her first husband's funeral was at noon,
her appointment was at.
Speaker 2: Four, and since then she spent a lot of money.
Speaker 11: Not only with us. Take a walk down the street
to exports, find out the door. She spends there on
clothes to make her look of the forum divine. But
believe me, save yourself the war. I know.
Speaker 2: Well, I want to thank you for all you've done
for me.
Speaker 11: Not that I dislike Missus Dobson, you understand, just that
I like to be frank. Understand what I mean.
Speaker 2: Right in here, Missus Dobson. Oh, hello, Missus Dobson, come in. Oh,
sit down.
Speaker 11: Here.
Speaker 4: Well this is police headquarters, Missus Dobson. Taxpayers don't furnish
us with upholstered furniture.
Speaker 2: So dusty, oh, Detective Michael, uh huh, Now you can
sit down. Missus Dobson. Thank you, and I want to
thank you for coming down here to see me. Did
I have a choice for well, I didn't want to
barge in on you. Again, I know like you like
to ready yourself before you meet people.
Speaker 6: Thank you again, very consistent.
Speaker 2: Uh.
Speaker 4: I was telling me miss Adobson out in the hall,
how nice I thought she looked, after all she's been through.
Speaker 2: He's right, Missus Dobson, you do look very lovely. Thank you.
Speaker 6: Why did you ask me to come here.
Speaker 2: Well, I have a few things I want to talk
to you about.
Speaker 4: I see, we were surprised to hear you've been married
once before, Missus Dobson.
Speaker 2: What of it? I think it's important that we should
know about your first husband.
Speaker 6: Now, what about him?
Speaker 2: How he died?
Speaker 6: He died four years ago. He feld down the steps
in his wheelchair.
Speaker 2: Did you push him?
Speaker 6: I'm sure there's nothing else you want to.
Speaker 11: Say to me.
Speaker 2: Did you push him? Missus Dobson, For.
Speaker 5: Your information, the insurance justice asked me the same thing
if they hadn't reached the conclusion that it was an accident,
would I be here?
Speaker 2: Sit down, mister Dobson, close the door and sit down.
This'll only take a few moments. Thank you.
Speaker 6: Why did your mister Mugivin ask me that question?
Speaker 4: Well, you don't have to ask him, Missus Dobson, ask me.
I'll tell you why. Because his death left you.
Speaker 5: A rich woman, and, by your reasoning, every woman who
inherits money as a murderer.
Speaker 2: You met your first husband while you were a teller
in a bank, didn't you? How did you meet your
second husband, John Dobson?
Speaker 6: Shall I tell you? Shall I really tell you?
Speaker 2: If you don't mind, Missus Dobson.
Speaker 5: I was eating salt peanuts in a bar. He sent
over a note in a bottle of wine.
Speaker 2: Who paid for the wine? What? Lieutenant asked you? Who
paid for the wine? Do you think paid for it?
I doubt whether mister Dobson did. He was pretty broke
from what I could find out.
Speaker 6: That's right, he was broke. I love it. I fell
in love with him.
Speaker 5: Not right away, but eventually I fell in love with him.
Speaker 2: Mister Dobson was a good looking man. I imagine a
lot of women fell in love with.
Speaker 6: Him, but I married him.
Speaker 2: Why did you find out he was running around with
other women, Missus Dobson dead? Lead him alone, lieutenant asked
to missus Dabson. When did you find out about it?
Speaker 6: Leave alone?
Speaker 2: Did he start taking interest in other women when he
barched in on you one day like I did, and
saw you like I did?
Speaker 6: What difference does it make?
Speaker 2: Here's the way we figured, Missus DApps.
Speaker 6: I know what you think.
Speaker 5: You think I killed my first husband, and you think
I killed Johnny.
Speaker 2: I don't think we'll ever know about your first husband
unless you want to tell us it was an accident.
Speaker 4: Here's the way we figured, missus Dabson, your first husband
died and you came into all that money. With money,
you could make yourself beautiful, beauty salon's customed dresses, the works,
the way you always wanted to be.
Speaker 2: Isn't that right, Lieutenant? Then you met a handsome man,
a man who believed you were beautiful, John Dobson. He
married you. He had no job, He lived off you.
You were satisfied to that as long as he believed
you were lovely. She is lovely, Danny. I don't care
what you say. Then he changed, He started to go
around with other women. You couldn't tolerate that. You poisoned him.
Do you ever see a woman who wear clothes like her? No? No,
I haven't. And where she does her hair? Yeah? Beautiful?
Speaker 6: You think so.
Speaker 2: The reporters will think so too, the photographers too, the
pictures of you in all the papers, on your exclusive clothes,
and every woman in the city will be jealous.
Speaker 5: Woman, look at me. I can tell what they're thinking.
They are jealous.
Speaker 2: They'll be interviewed. Understand all the men, the women, the
women crowding the court room to get one pikachuer. I
killed them.
Speaker 6: I killed both of them. Will a reporter be here soon?
Speaker 2: Broadway's sleeping now, The furious avenue of the night is
still stretches out in front of you, without beginning, without end,
the dumping ground of refuse and ashes and leftovers. The
neon words have turned off. But look there where the
sidewalk meets the street. It's your name written on water.
It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile
in the world. Broadway My Beat.
Speaker 3: Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover,
with Charles Calfred as Tartaglia and Jack Kruscian as Mugavin.
The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with
musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In Tonight's story,
Idrine Tedrow was heard as Edna Dobson. Featured in the
cast were Florence Lake, Gene Tatum, Bill Bouchet, and Earl Ross.
Tomorrow Night, The Girl Who Made Good Tuesday Nights. Audrey
Totter as Milly joins the Sunday lineup on most of
these same stations. Yes, from now on you can meet
Milly and all her hilarious Friends Too, Sunday nights on
CBS Radio. On the more serious side, Tomorrow marks the
debut of The People Act, CBS Radio's new series about
community problems solved by American communities. You'll find The People
Act a fascinating, rewarding experience every Sunday night on CBS Radio.
Starting tomorrow night, Bill Anders speaking, and remember those lovable rascals,
Amos and Andy are here every Sunday on the CBS
Radio Network.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. Well, this is one of those cases. It
really was a character study much more than a mystery.
We really aren't presented any other plausible suspects, and our
focus is continually brought back to Edna. And in fact,
they don't really answer any of the typical evidence based
questions that would be key to find improve in a
typical mystery. For example, the insurance company made a big
deal of the fact that they investigated the death of
the first husband and were totally satisfied that it was
an accident, but she admits that she killed him, and
it's not really addressed how or what actually virually happened.
There is also this really tough line between reality and
fantasy when it comes to her looks. That's me clear.
This is a story you probably could not have done
on television, not because of moral concerns, but because you
couldn't show this on a thirteen inch black and white
television and have people buy into it. Radio gives you
words and your imagination fills in the picture. You have
the insurance agent saying she looked plain, some might even
have said ugly, and then you have Danny describing her
now once she's made up and has all of her
looks together as she wants them. Danny describes her as
infinite loveliness. So the audience member imagine someone's they might
rate as war toffair turning into a good to great,
and that's really in your imagination. I do think Danny's
suggestion that Dawson cheated because he saw her without her
makeup or with face cream on, that seems absurd. I
think I could believe more the idea that Dawson was
exhausted by the performative nature of her beauty and her
insecurity about it. It's at a very extreme level in
this episode, and that does contrast with the woman John
had a d eight with, who was much more spontaneous.
But I think there's also the assumption that she must
have done something for him that's not really true, as
it's that's not true part clearly with a lot of men,
particularly with Dawson, because what they uncovered about Dawson is
that he was essentially a jigglow, no source of income,
living off women. He's sweet, talks women and cheats on
them because that's what he's done, that's what he's always done,
and there was no transformation in his character. And I
guess in a broad sense, Edna becomes this very sad
figure who really believed that beauty in its maintenance would
bring her ultimate happiness. Instead, it kind of brought her
into a state of dependence on it and failed to
fulfill its promise. On a brighter note, good on Gino
for fixing the fan and finding something to do with
his Christmas tools. The open question though, is whether he
was late or early in addressing the need for the fan,
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Speaker 2: Well when did Abbot call in to notify you?
Speaker 12: Monday afternoon told us he thought his wife might have
been spending the weekend with her sister. When he found
out she wasn't, he called us.
Speaker 2: You meet the boy when you were out there? Yeah,
that's another thing.
Speaker 12: How do you mean a kid came riding up on
a bike when we were talking at one of the neighbors.
They tried to talk to him, but the old man
came out and hustled the boy into the house, and
then he started chewing us out.
Speaker 2: What's his trouble?
Speaker 12: Told us it was our job to find his wife,
not to go prying into his stepson's affairs.
Speaker 2: It's a new slat.
Speaker 10: Well, how about the woman's friends and relatives.
Speaker 2: They've been checked out, you know.
Speaker 12: Well she's on it now. I don't think he's had
much luck contacting him so far. I'll tell you the truth.
I don't like the looks of it.
Speaker 2: Missus Abbott, have any other relatives here?
Speaker 10: I mean besides his sister two lands?
Speaker 2: Yeah, I got the list right over here. Sure wish
we had a chance to talk to that boy. Noticed
anything else? Side of the way about mister abbit owl? Well,
I don't know. There's that list, Joe, Oh thank you.
Abbot was upset, all right.
Speaker 12: I don't know, though he didn't exactly strike me as
reacting the way a normal man reacts when his wife's disappeared.
Speaker 2: Well, how about a copy of this report? You got
one to spare? Yeah?
Speaker 12: Sure, just a minute now, missing persons Spaghetti, that's right, this.
Speaker 2: Is spaghetti speaking? Was that? Oh? Yeah? Yeah? Sure about what?
All right? Good four o'clyve, fine, all right? Signed goodbye?
Speaker 12: Well that was the boy I was telling you about
mister abit stepson, what do you want? And wants to
talk to a sounded worried about his mother. He thinks
something's happened to her.
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