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Great Detectives dot net. Well, now it's time for today's
episode of the Adventures of Philip Marlow. The original Aireday,
July fourteenth, nineteen fifty one, and the title is The
Dear Dead Days.
Speaker 3: Most Saturdays of this time, we spent an exciting half
hour of adventure in action with America's hero number one
hop along Cassidy Well even two fisted cowboys take summer
vacations when they can, and Hoppy is no exception. Hop
Along and Topper will be back with us riding the
CBS air trails again ten weeks from tonight, September twenty second.
Speaker 4: Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker's road,
and those who travel had wind up in the gut
of the prison of the grave. There's no other r
in They never learn.
Speaker 3: From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of crime fiction,
comes his most famous character in the Adventures of Philip Marlowe.
Now with Gerald Moore starred as Philip Marlowe, we bring
you tonight's exciting story, The Dear Dead Days.
Speaker 4: I stood at the window and looked down at the
Saturday morning traffic, A thousand inch worms playing follow the
Leader to the beach, to the mountains, to add millies
to any place. I had time a book. There was
food in a refrigerator and a coffee cup in my hand.
Across the room, there was an easy chair, cigarettes on
the table beside it. The clock said it was nine
point fifteen. I hadn't shaved, and I wasn't going to
It was Saturday all day and it was mine. Yeah,
let's see see where it was? I oh, yeah, here
it is. She was the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen.
She lay back on the divan, stretched, smiled languishly.
Speaker 5: Up.
Speaker 4: Oh no, okay, okay, hello, mister.
Speaker 6: Moallow, mister Philip Mondow spa. You don't know me, mister Mordo.
Speaker 7: My name is Phoebe Cardwell, missus Phoebe Cadwell. Yeah, but
I thought perhaps the name would mean something to you.
Speaker 4: God. Well, no, I'm afraid not.
Speaker 8: Well, no matter.
Speaker 7: You do help people, don't you. I mean, if someone
is missing, you find them.
Speaker 4: Well sometimes, missus codd Well, it all depends if you
check the police.
Speaker 7: Oh no, my dear, No, I wouldn't think of that,
you see it. Steven's my chauffeur. Well, now I must
mislead you. Strictly speaking, he is not my chauffeur.
Speaker 4: But strictly speaking, he is missing.
Speaker 7: Yes, at least he seems to be. And I don't
trust phones entirely, mister Morrow. I couldn't even have called
you except Matilda went to a friend's and I do
need your health.
Speaker 4: Yeah, I see, Well, come out right away.
Speaker 7: It's most important to me. I live in Venice. Mister Morrow,
if you drive down Suppolvin in Washington.
Speaker 4: Line, well, what do you do? Maybe I thought about
my grandmother. Maybe I thought at twenty five bucks a day.
I don't know. Whatever it was. I joined the inch
worm anonymity that was the traffic line of the beach cities.
Now Venice is not as to which I normally gravitate.
But there was something in missus. Phoebe Codd was distinguished
old voice that told me this was not a Saturday
for normalcy. A house was what used to be called
a bungalow, and a ramrod little figure waiting for me
in the doorway was what used to be called beautiful.
Phoebe cord Well, for all her seventy five years, had
worn well and knew it.
Speaker 9: It's just possible that I didn't make myself entirely clear
on the phone, mister Marlowe about Stephens.
Speaker 4: Well, he's your chauffriend. He's missing, and he was my chauffeur.
Speaker 9: It seemed like a very long time ago since I've
seen him. You see, after Horace died in nineteen forty eight,
Horace was my husband.
Speaker 6: You see.
Speaker 9: After Horace died, Stephen stayed on to drive for the
family who took our pasadeen a house.
Speaker 6: Oh oh, he did this with my blessing. Of course,
Horace rested him left me very little.
Speaker 9: Really, I say this with no malice, mister Marlowe, merely
to point out that for me to retain Stephen's was
quite out.
Speaker 6: Of the question.
Speaker 4: Yeah, yeah, I suppose so.
Speaker 9: So I moved in with my sister Matilda, and she's
visiting a friend at the moment. I wouldn't want Matilda
to share my concern over Stephens. And I'm sure you'll
respect that.
Speaker 4: Oh, of course, missus. Godwill thank you.
Speaker 5: Now.
Speaker 4: Look, so far as you know, Stephen's still driving for
the family who took your house.
Speaker 8: Oh, I'm sure he is.
Speaker 7: He must be.
Speaker 9: It's just that well, on Thursdays, his day off, he
always brought the limousine over to take me for rides
and run my little errands. Oh understand now, the Brands
are fully.
Speaker 6: Aware of this. That's the family works for who have
my home in Pasadena.
Speaker 4: And Stevens hasn't been to see you in some times
in weeks and not.
Speaker 6: A word, you understand.
Speaker 9: I find it difficult to tell you precisely how I
feel about this. Mister Marlowe Stevens is like a son
to me. Perhaps he's here or troubled. Oh, i'd want
to know that I might be able.
Speaker 8: To help you.
Speaker 4: Phoned, I suppose I'm.
Speaker 9: Embarrassed to say how many times? But no answer, none
at all. Oh, I've a writing desk in my room.
Mis to morrow, i'll write the Pasadena address and phone
number for you, my number two.
Speaker 6: I shan't be a moment.
Speaker 4: I'd seen the ring when I first sat down opposite her,
First because it was big, almost massive, on a tiny
right hand, then because it didn't fit the rest of
the lavender and old lace picture that she presented, a
massive jade and gold cord with oriental figures, a foreboding
thing that Greek quality of its kind and value. After
she left, the vases jumped out at me from the mantel,
small gold and jade again and is incongressly out of
place as Phoebe Cadwell and Sister Matilda's bungalow.
Speaker 6: Yeah, now that didn't take long, did it?
Speaker 4: Oh? Not long at all?
Speaker 10: Oh, I like.
Speaker 6: You, mister Mallow. You find Stephens for me?
Speaker 4: I know, well, I hope so, missus Cadwell and if
I do well, I tell him that I want.
Speaker 6: To see him or hear from him. Stevens will understand.
Speaker 4: Yeah, well, I don't dear.
Speaker 6: That's Matilda. Dear, so I see my dear mister Ballow.
May I present my sister, Miss.
Speaker 11: Reed with an eye like Wallace Reid. I'm sure, mister Oh,
maybe you don't remember Wally Well.
Speaker 9: I tell you I had to dabble in theatricals at
one time, mister Marlowe.
Speaker 11: Theatricals eye was in pictures in the golden e room,
mister Marlow, when silence was golden.
Speaker 4: Oh, that Wallace Reed you have.
Speaker 9: Mister Marlow was an insurance Fightea and some younger than
we did.
Speaker 11: You see the covered wagon Ernst Torrance. I had a
big scene with him on the prairie, right by one of.
Speaker 6: The wagon wheels.
Speaker 4: No, not first run. I'm waiting for it to come
to my neighborhood theater. Matilda was a doll, real live
cubie doll. But her role in this thing was strictly
comedy or relief. The drama, if there was any was
Phoebe Cadwell. I'm missing chauffeur. It wasn't hers anymore. And
the glaring memory of jade and gold that didn't seem
to fit anywhere well. I missed the house on Orange
Grove Avenue by two numbers, parked the car and walked back.
The old Cardwell place was set well back in the street,
and a solid red brick looked big, important and empty.
Speaker 12: Nobody home, nobody home.
Speaker 4: At first, I thought there were three honeycolored Afghans on
the lawn next door, but the one in the middle
was talking to me, and as I walked closer, I
could see she was by far the prettiest and undoubtedly
something more than man's best friend.
Speaker 12: The brands are at Emerald Bay for the summer, I thought,
I told everyone.
Speaker 4: Yeah, well, I'm the one who forgot to ask you
if my name is Marlow.
Speaker 12: I'm Kip Parker Margaret really kIPS for the reserve section. Hello, Kip,
I've never seen you before.
Speaker 4: Yeah, well believe me. I'm sorry, I believe you. I
got a first name.
Speaker 6: I like Marlow.
Speaker 12: Forget about the brands. Come on and play on this side.
Speaker 5: Of the HDGE.
Speaker 4: I don't know the Pasadena.
Speaker 5: Rules same as Texas.
Speaker 4: Looks like we're gonna have to move over.
Speaker 12: I'll give Stevens A raised for this.
Speaker 4: Or just said nobody was home.
Speaker 12: Stevens doesn't count.
Speaker 4: He does with me. Don't move. I want to remember
you like this, always this, you know. Hey, Hey, Stevens, Stevens,
wait a minute, I'd like to see you. I'd like
to talk to you about missus Cardwell.
Speaker 5: Is something wrong?
Speaker 4: Oh no, no, she's fine. I'm Philip Marlow. Stevens says,
someplace we can have a visit.
Speaker 5: Upstairs, over the garage in my quarters. Come along, missus
cord will isn't to do alien, she's oh no, look
fine when I left it less than an hour ago.
I'm glad to hear that. Here we are. Come inside, sir.
Speaker 4: A nice place you've got here, Stevens.
Speaker 5: It's a bit stuffy in here. I'm afraid I've been
closed up a few days.
Speaker 4: Sit down, sir, Thanks, say Stevens. Missus Cardwell misses you,
and you can drop the show with me. Marlow will do.
Speaker 5: I'll try, sir, mister Morrow. But the habit of twenty
years or so, you know?
Speaker 4: Sure?
Speaker 5: Now, Missus Cardwell, misses me. Is that what you've come
to tell me?
Speaker 13: Oh?
Speaker 4: It's about all she told me. Stevens I understand you
skipped a few of your regular Thursday visits with her,
and well, she's concerned about you.
Speaker 5: I must say that's generous of her. Of course, it's
not been a few visits. A told mister Monroow, I've
missed the last two Thursdays and for a quite legitimate reason,
my employers, the branch have opened their Emerald Bay place.
Speaker 4: Yeah, so, Keip told me the miss Harcourt, I.
Speaker 5: Mean, missus Harcourt.
Speaker 4: Sir. Oh really that's too bad, is it? Yeah? Well, look,
missus Cadwell seems like a nice old lady. You know
what you mean to her. It's not just you she misses.
You understand, it's a way of life, something she was
part of and enjoyed status. I think they call it.
You know, it can be pretty important, Stephens.
Speaker 5: I understand that's sure you do.
Speaker 4: You'll give her a break, I know, calling out at
you back in town, you know, keep in touch. Yes,
I oh, excuse.
Speaker 5: Me, sure, don't leave. So please, there's something I'd like.
Speaker 4: To ask you. Stevens seemed like a right guy anyway.
I was wondering about Kip, missus Harcourt. I had a figure,
all right, but not for married. I dismissed it at
the back of my mind and started casing Stephen's little palace.
It was nice enough in the brown, the gray motif,
neat tidy like Stevens, except except for a bunch of
packing boxes grouped in the corner behind the divan, and
on top of them three items. It stopped me cold.
A large bowl, a smaller one in a long oblong box,
all a mass of jade and gold carved with oriental figures.
Speaker 5: You admire oriental art, mister Marlow, not specially Hugh Stevens,
not specially sir you.
Speaker 4: He said, you'd like to ask me something.
Speaker 5: Yes, And if I may say, I'd appreciate a straight answer.
Speaker 4: All my answers are straight, Stephens. It's my questions that
get tricky.
Speaker 5: I'll remember that you. Are you certain you've told me everything,
missus cud Will said about me, Very certain. It doesn't
strike you as oddswer that she'd hire a man of
your particular capabilities to deliver the simple message that she
misses me.
Speaker 4: Matter of fact, it does, Stevens strikes me as very odd.
I couldn't tell Stevens anymore because I didn't know anymore.
It was my turn to ask questions, but I didn't
have any yet. I was closing in on a pretty
good one as I started down to drive again, but
it got lost.
Speaker 5: In the shuffle.
Speaker 12: I knew you would be back.
Speaker 4: Mother. You always arrive unannounced, don't you, Missus Harcourt, Henry's
and Bellbo. You're here, Henry's out of his mind?
Speaker 12: Don't you want to drink or something?
Speaker 4: Yes, kid, there is something I want? Well, come on
at the moment, a telephone?
Speaker 12: Come on anyway? You know, Marlow, you're an odd one. Yeah,
everybody says, so you're really coming into the house to
use the phone, aren't you?
Speaker 4: Well, Like I said, I'm an odd one. Where is
it to the right in the library? Thanks?
Speaker 12: Are you a friend of Stephens?
Speaker 4: Why?
Speaker 12: Because you're not a friend of the brands.
Speaker 4: Yeah, well, I'm really a friend of missus Cardwell's, Phoebe's.
Speaker 12: Why didn't you say so?
Speaker 4: Little?
Speaker 12: I lived next door to Phoebe and Horrace for years.
Here it's my house. Henry married my money. Poor Phoebe
Horrace didn't leave her a thing. No one understood. It
leans against the estate as big as a.
Speaker 4: House, big as the Cardwell house.
Speaker 12: That's how the brands got it. Is she still interested
in art or do you know?
Speaker 4: Oh? I think so only and maybe not such big scale.
Speaker 12: Beautiful wings she donated to the museum. I guess she
never gets over here anymore.
Speaker 4: No, not much so, you know, I forgot the name
of that museum. She mentioned it.
Speaker 12: Live Oapen Museum on California Street. Oh yeah, I like
Phoebe Teller, Gip says, Hi, when you see it, yeah,
I will you still want to use the phone, Marlow?
Speaker 4: I used the phone. I called Phoebe Codwell, explained Stephen's absence,
and gave a Kipp's best and the case was closed.
All I had to do was wait for a check.
But all of a sudden I didn't feel very good
about any of it. It was like a hangover, you know.
I felt something should make sense, but nothing did. The
jade and golded Phoebe's, the stuff in Stephen's quarters that
looked just like it was it hers? Did she give
it to him? Did he take it? Questions I had,
but no answers. I stood there at the window in
Kip's library and watched the cob pull to a stop
in front of the old Codwell place. Watched the thick
little man get out and start to walk up the
gravel driveway. I wasn't sure until he walked right past
the library window. Then I knew I had the beginnings
of all the answers. The thick little man was Fritziat,
one of the better fences around town, and he was
on his way to see Stephen's. A minute later, Kip
told me of empty servants quarters over her garage. Another
minute later and I was there. The two garages weren't
six feet apart, and there was lots to hear if
you listened. I listened.
Speaker 14: But look, Stevie boy, you don't have it all.
Speaker 5: It's not quite the point. Now, can you dispose of me?
Speaker 14: I don't know two things, Stevie boy.
Speaker 5: One.
Speaker 14: Collection is a tough defense, real tough. Two. This isn't
the whole deal.
Speaker 5: Yeah, I don't understand.
Speaker 13: This isn't the whole deal. Some pieces missing. I've seen
pictures of the same cool collection. Some pieces are missing, you,
But this isn't a.
Speaker 5: Ring to be exactly. Yeah, you're right, you got them,
not exactly. I might be able to get to Look.
Speaker 13: I'm trying to tell you, Stevie boy one, I'm not
even sure I can fence the whole collection. But two,
I ain't got a prayer of doing it if it's incomplete.
Speaker 5: Are you with me there? Do you understand that? Yes, yes,
I understand it. It might take time to obtain the
other pieces, and.
Speaker 13: You better spend some time, Stevie boy, or we got
no arrangement whatsoever. I tell you, I'll those around see
what's the best deal I can get, providing you deliver
the full treatment.
Speaker 14: You see what you can do about getting it, and we'll.
Speaker 5: Meet here tomorrow at noon. But I really don't think it. Oh,
never mind that I've got to have the money all
right tomorrow at noon.
Speaker 4: He didn't have to hang any signs on it. It
was all there. Most of it was a singhkup collection
meant very little to me, but it meant money to
Stevens in Fritziacht. I had an idea. It meant something
else again to Phoebe Codwell. And I had another idea,
a live Oak museum on California Street in the wing
that Phoebe had donated to it. I couldn't risk the
delay of a Texas rules about with kIPS, so I
skirted the house and ran through the dust to my car.
Five minutes later, I stood in front of the words
Live Oak Museum, Percival Wallace, Director, opened to visitors nine
to five weekdays, nine to twelve Saturdays, twelve to five
Sunday afternoon.
Speaker 15: Well, nuts, not interested in our day mis tomorrow.
Speaker 4: We've done that bit, Stevens. My answer was not specially.
Speaker 5: I just liked dissuading you in this manager. But I'm
a quite accurate shot.
Speaker 4: You know. I believe that, Stephens.
Speaker 5: If I can't suite you with this warning, I'll not
hesitate to use this gun. I'll not hesitate at all, sir.
Speaker 3: In just a moment, we will return to the second
act of Philip Marlowe. But first, now that vacation time
is here, our streets and the highways are more crowded
than ever. Don't take chances, obey the traffic rules and
drive carefully.
Speaker 4: The life you save may be your own.
Speaker 3: And now with our star Gerald Moore, the second act
of Philip Marlowe and Tonight's story The Dear Dead Day.
Speaker 4: Stevens had a dominant personality for a chauffeur. He could
give orders as well as take them. And I'm not
a man who's at his best, tearing down the nose
of an automatic. Now we told each other a very
proper good evening, and he left me with my thoughts,
which were several and urgent. I bundle him together and
headed for the Times office in downtown La.
Speaker 5: Note.
Speaker 4: There's just one thing mustier than an old newspaper file.
That's the man who files it.
Speaker 10: Nineteen forty eight was a big year news wise, Philip.
The files are heavy.
Speaker 4: How was it? Obituary wise belting that you'd lighten it?
Speaker 8: Local? National or international?
Speaker 4: Local? Pasadena name address, Horace Cardwell, Orange Grove Avenue, Oh god, well, horrs,
that's it, that's it.
Speaker 10: January thirty, nineteen forty eight, Page one, Part two.
Speaker 8: That's a good spot.
Speaker 10: Page one, Part two, best local little bit spot in
the paper.
Speaker 4: Well bet Horace was proud like anything. Let's see and
the oh here it is here it is. Mister Cardwell
is by his wife, Phoebe Reid cod Well at home.
Period nothing. Hey Beldon, you got one for her. Phoebe Codwell.
Speaker 8: When she goes, she hasn't she's somebody.
Speaker 4: She's somebody Codwell, missus Horace parenthesis Phoebe read clothes parentheses
tryat Beldon.
Speaker 10: She could be more. She'll never make part two page
one at this rate.
Speaker 4: Yeah, that's too bad, but read it anyway.
Speaker 10: Huh Born, Waterloo, Iowa, June seventh, eighteen seventy six.
Speaker 8: She's Gemini, Phillip.
Speaker 4: That's what will you just read? Oh?
Speaker 10: Yeah, okay, married Horrace Carwell, Old California.
Speaker 8: James so and so and so and so and so
and so.
Speaker 10: Oh, Chairman of Art and Culture Committee, Live Oak Museum, Pasadena.
Speaker 4: That's it.
Speaker 10: Go ahead, travel extensively all over the world, brought back
many valuable paintings and objects the art. Yeah, it's reasonable
to the museum, most famous of which is sing Wu
collection of jade.
Speaker 8: And that's about it, Philip.
Speaker 4: I love your Belden. Thanks so. Phoebe had brought the
sing Woo jade collection the Live Oak Museum in the
first place. Now she had some of it, Stevens had more,
and Fritziat was even now nosing around for a takea
where did that leave the museum? Nowhere? So far as
I knew, except close till noon tomorrow Sunday, and noon
Tomorrow's Sunday would be too late. Fritzy and Stevens would
be together by that time. Note Percival Wallace is a
quiet little man who doesn't like to talk to private
eyes about museum business at home or anywhere.
Speaker 16: The museum has operated for thirty years, mister Morrow, and
not one shread of notoriety, not one trade.
Speaker 4: Well, I think we can keep the record clean, mister Wallace.
All I want to know is when the sing Woo
collection was stolen from the museum.
Speaker 16: I didn't say it was stolen. I said we no
longer had it.
Speaker 4: Okay, you no longer have it? How long have you
no longer happy it was?
Speaker 16: Since Christmas Week nineteen forty seven?
Speaker 4: Do you notify the police?
Speaker 5: Certainly?
Speaker 16: Not why, mister Marlowe. I tried to tell you, not
one shred of notoriety in thirty years.
Speaker 4: Yeah, but it's a valuable collection and it's Missingbordive.
Speaker 16: Director did subscribe to a reward, mister Marlowe, only a
fraction of the singh Wu's real worth of court, a
mere twenty thousand dollars. But of course this was done
very quietly, very quiet.
Speaker 4: So quietly nobody knows about it. All right, tell me
did missus Codwell contribute to the reward?
Speaker 16: I don't recall.
Speaker 4: And you wouldn't say if she did. Thanks, mister Wallace,
you're just downright bully. I got the Phoebe cod while
small bungalow in Venice, and time to see a liveried
limousine pull away from the curb a two minutes after
I got lost with the rest of the inch worms.
They light up at night variety. Missus Cadwell ushered me
into the living room. When she turned on the lights,
everything in the room jumped out at me again. The
pink dogs, the blue cats, the souvenir pillows. But the
most notable things in the room were the jade and
gold vases that were gone from the metal and the
jade and gold ring that was missing from Phoebe Cardwell's
old hands.
Speaker 9: This is delightful, mister Marlowe, genuinely delighted.
Speaker 4: Yeah, well, I was afraid it might be a little
too late to.
Speaker 6: Call ordinarily, yes, but not tonight. Well you just missed him, Stephens.
He came back and took me for a drive. I
just dismanted. Got hold.
Speaker 4: Oh that's fine.
Speaker 6: Oh, thanks to you, mister Marlowe.
Speaker 9: I am so grateful he hadn't forgotten about me, you know, no,
he'd been busy.
Speaker 4: Oh sure, yeah, but.
Speaker 9: I'm embarrassed not to have mentioned it sooner. But I
have your money for you your fee.
Speaker 4: Oh, there's no hurry, and in fact I've done so
little that I am no, no.
Speaker 6: No, and I won't hear that. I'll pay you in
full of course.
Speaker 4: All right, Say, this morning I was admiring your ring
and the vases on the mantel.
Speaker 6: Were you in feed Yeah, I'm glad. They're quite nice, you.
Speaker 4: Know, yes they were? Did you give them the Stephens?
Speaker 5: Missus Cardwell, I beg your pardon.
Speaker 4: Did you give them the Stephens?
Speaker 6: Why? Really, mister Marlowe, fash me. That is none of
your affair.
Speaker 4: You know, I'm a curious fellow.
Speaker 6: I secured your services to perform a specific task.
Speaker 8: You've done that.
Speaker 9: I certainly do not contend to discuss Stephen's or anything
pertaining to him with you.
Speaker 6: Mister Marlowe.
Speaker 4: All right, we'll leave it that way.
Speaker 6: I'm not a word of any of this to Matilda. Now,
mister marlow.
Speaker 11: Yeah, I was just leaving the girls at the club
all about you, And I am right, Ora and I
you are Julia Marlow's son.
Speaker 4: Julia Marlowe are the actress.
Speaker 6: She played Barbara pretty for years.
Speaker 4: She did well. I'm sorry, but there were no Fritchees
in our families for years either side.
Speaker 6: Really, mister Marlowe's busy. He was just leaving.
Speaker 4: Yes, wasn't I really?
Speaker 6: Fritchie marlow a beautiful name.
Speaker 4: The lights in Kip Harcourt's house were off. When I
got back to Pasadena, those and Stephens quarters above the
garage were still on. It was better that way. I
wasn't worried about Stevens automatic anymore. There was a very
good chance he wouldn't use it. Hey, Stevens, it's marlow
Open up.
Speaker 5: Apparently I didn't make myself clear, mister Molows.
Speaker 4: If you still want to try your aim when I
finished talking, I'll be a willing target.
Speaker 5: Come in, sir.
Speaker 4: It's almost midnight. You're meeting Fritzy at noon tomorrow. We're
gonna have to work fast.
Speaker 5: I warned you to stay out of it, mister Mallison.
Speaker 4: Stevens, hear this. I know about a lot of it,
and I got some good guesses on the rest. Let's
make a deal. I'll tell you what I know and
what I guess. If I am right. You can get
in touch with Fritzy tonight.
Speaker 5: And if you're wrong, I know.
Speaker 4: If I'm wrong, one of us deserves to be killed.
Go ahead, okay. Horace cod Well was a wealthy man,
a very wealthy man. He was a good business man,
and he loved his wife very much. That's right. When
he died there was almost no money, A small amount
maybe for Phoebe, but the house everything in at the cause,
everything went to playoff debts leans against the estate. What
else do you know that Phoebe cod Well contributed a
wing to the Live Oak Museum that she brought our
treasures from all over the world to put in it,
including the sing Wo jade collection. That the collection's been
missing from the Cardwell wing since Christmas nineteen forty seven.
Harris died of a cerebral hemorrhage in January nineteen forty eight,
and nobody wants to talk about who took the collection,
least of all the people at the Live Oak Museum.
Speaker 5: And what do you guess from all this, sir, That.
Speaker 4: A man, even a very wealthy man, can run out
of money, especially he has a wife was a wonderful
woman with an eye and a hand for expensive ye
Treasures Byby's six Stevens cleptomania as an illness.
Speaker 5: I know, sir, it's it's been such a well guarded
se could it. It took all mister Harris's head to
pay for the things she She took people to watch
or keep track of her, you know, mer, sir, he
couldn't bear to get help for him psychiatrical. No, she
needs money just to live on.
Speaker 4: She has so little, and you love her very much, dancer, Yes, yes,
I do. Well now she can't have too many more years, Stevens,
and twenty thousand dollars is a lot of money.
Speaker 5: Twenty dollars, mister money.
Speaker 4: Now, look, Stevens. You call it a well guarded secret.
Believe me it was, and it is. Even those of
you who have been protecting Phoebe all these years haven't
leveled with each other. How she moved the collection out
of there, I'll never know, but the museums had a
twenty thousand buck reward for its return for several years.
Speaker 5: I didn't know that, sir.
Speaker 4: I know you didn't. And it suddenly dawns on me
that Phoebe's been handing you this single collection bit by
bit ever since she well came by it. Maybe an
appreciation for your years of faithful service.
Speaker 5: Huh, she said, it might come in hand you, sir,
if I ever needed money. If I needed money, mister Morrow, Yeah,
I know, Stevens.
Speaker 4: Hey, you've got a conflict tomorrow. You can't be here
meeting Fritzy and be at the Live Oak Museum when
it opens at noon too.
Speaker 5: I'll call Fritzier tell him our arrangement is all.
Speaker 4: And Steven's can't you just see Percival Wallace's face tomorrow
when he eyes the single collection again footnote to a
happy ending. By twelve thirty Sunday afternoon, the museum had
the collection, Stevens had a certified check for twenty thousand dollars,
and we had an understanding that Phoebe Cadwell would suddenly
discover that Horace had left us some money after all,
twenty thousand in a checking account that had somehow been
overlooked till now. Oh well, the rest of Sunday was
all mine. I stood at my window and looked down
on a thousand inch worms playing follow the Leader back
from the beach, the mountains, from Aunt Millie's, from anywhere,
all kinds of people, nice people, not so nice people.
Dames like Kip whose husbands took trips, sweet harmless, old
ladies who took collections. Oh well, where's that book? Oh yeah?
However was hi, Yeahardy. She was the most breathtaking thing
he'd ever seen. She laid back on the divan, stretched
and smiled blancuously up.
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famous character, Star Gerald Moore, are produced and directed by
Norman McDonald and was written for Radio Tonight by Kathleen
Hight and Adrian john Doe. Featured in the cast were
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Ralph Moody, Jerry Hausner and Sidney Miller. Gerald Moore may
soon be seen in the Santana production Sia Rocco. The
special music is composed by Pierre Garrigank and conducted by
Wilbur Hatch.
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A house on bet for drive held a murder, A
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Speaker 2: Welcome back. I have to admit I got taken up
for a surprise by the ending, because at the end
of the story, Marlowe sat down and I was expecting
him to be rudely interrupted by another phone call. But
instead our hero got what he wanted. He achieved his
dream of being able to spend the day reading a book.
I can definitely empathize with the goal. And it's pretty
usual on these detective programs to basically just end with
he sits down to read or to cook his dinner
and the phone rings and it's back to the grind,
or he gets home he's so tired he has to
go to bed. But here they tried something revolutionary and
actually gave Marlow what he wants. Way to keep us
on our toes. All right, well, that will actually do
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