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All Right, well, now it's time for today's episode of
Candy Madson. And this is the new year's episode from
December seventeenth of nineteen forty nine. Here is the valley.
Speaker 1: Of the move.
Speaker 3: Hello, you can't to eight two nine. Yes, this is
Candy Madson.
Speaker 4: The National Broadcasting Company presents Candy Madson yukon two eight
two o nine. This is the start of a mystery.
Our main character is a San Francisco girl, Detective Candy Madsen.
There are others in the show too, and Inspector Mallard,
a gent who calls himself Ram Brandt, Watson, a cowboy,
a dude, ranch owner, and a gal the casting agency
assured us was a dowager slightly boozy. There are a
few other voices along the way too. I think that
has all the makings of a good mystery show, don't you. Well,
let's go on from here and find out. So here's
Candy Matson.
Speaker 3: Like the man just said, this is the start of
a mystery. Christmas had me completely tuck it out, no
when it invited me to the Rose Bowl game or
the East West of keys Are. So I decided to
make like a bear and hibernate over New Year's. It
worked out perfectly because my old friend rem Brandt Watson
put it. You wish to beat nineteen jfty and some
remote spot. Is that the idea, dog? That's the idea, Docky.
Speaker 5: I have a perfect place for you, a dude rat reasonable,
just on the other side of Sonma, in the Valley
of the Moon.
Speaker 3: Valley of the Moon, New Year's even the valley of
the Moon, rem Brandt.
Speaker 5: That sends me good. Maybe it can send us both.
I have a commission to take some pictures up there
for a brochure they're putting out. I have to be
there tomorrow afternoon. Yea, I see your nibbling at the date,
I shall be blood. Why don't you drive me up.
Speaker 3: You when your point, I'll pick you up tomorrow at
what time?
Speaker 5: Let us be spectacular and say hi noon, Hi noon,
And I do bring some cash, will you?
Speaker 6: Girl?
Speaker 3: I'm a little short. I thought you were going up
there on a commission.
Speaker 5: Yes I am, but they have some simple rime one
armed devices and and there goes me commission.
Speaker 3: Naturally, a girl has to look right to welcome in
the new year. That gave me the perfect excuse to
squander a few hard earned dollars and cents on some
lovely clothes that didn't make sense but cost dollars. The
afternoon was aging gracefully, a little gray here and a
wrinkle or two there, so I stopped for a parfe
very dry and no olive. With that mission accomplished, I
headed back over Corney Street, and as I wheeled past
Portsmouth Square in the Hall of Justice, I realized I
hadn't seen my chrum Mallard in quite some time. Inspector
Ray Mallard of San Francisco Homicide a very smart cops.
You can smell a clue a mile away when it
comes to me. He very conveniently carries his own fog around.
Speaker 7: Well, Candy, my little cupcake, now.
Speaker 3: Dear you called me your little cupcake.
Speaker 6: Sure still the Christmas season. Let's be charitable. I always say,
what do you always.
Speaker 3: Say in a situation like this? Nothing? I just exude
a stream of steams from the top of my head.
Speaker 7: Very cute. What brings you around our boarding house?
Speaker 3: You darnis. I thought you might like to know I'm
going away for a week.
Speaker 7: What did they get you on Pattief?
Speaker 3: Yeah, and they got me as I tried to make
my getaway on a triton. But for your information, inspector,
I'm spending my New Year's Eve up in the valley
of the Moon.
Speaker 7: Oh want to get away from it all?
Speaker 3: That's right you in particular?
Speaker 7: In that case, may I get you a midwinter vacation
off to a flying start?
Speaker 3: You can try?
Speaker 7: How I'm not working tonight? How's about a movie?
Speaker 3: You've got yourself at Gate? What's playing?
Speaker 7: Bacub?
Speaker 3: That's what I thought? Where's text in these faithful hoss
mustard in this time?
Speaker 6: I have the plast and the pictures of Pitt too.
I read all about it. Yeah, hot lead over low rato.
Look here's the adam of paper. I can't wait to
assume that a searing epic of the West's wild grandeur
men as rugged as the mountain. We are singing saga,
scorching bullets, strumming guitars and supple senoria, and starring the
champ of the cowboys. Text tacoff, what more can want?
Ask in a motion picture?
Speaker 3: Popcorn?
Speaker 7: Oh, we'll have that too.
Speaker 3: I went home, did some packing for the trip the
next day, picked something to eat, and then changed into
my spurs at Jingle Jangle for tech Tacus Melard ride.
We took off. We got to the early show, so
we managed to get some good feet. Of course, he
wasn't kidding about the popcorn. He got a great big
bag of that. We fumbled our way down the darkened
aisle and found a place to sit. The movie was
almost over.
Speaker 7: The thing looked like a gosh to me.
Speaker 8: He sere okay, sorry lady, what happened?
Speaker 7: You're okay? Oh? Have some popcorn? No I won't.
Speaker 3: He was going to be right.
Speaker 8: What I said, sure is good popcorn? Oh sure I
don't want some? I said, Are you sure you don't
want some popcorn? I can't saying no, thank you, I
don't want idea.
Speaker 9: If you will, pardon me, I'm going home and catch
this on television.
Speaker 7: Not understand your.
Speaker 3: After hot let over Laredo, I suffered through six reels
of a Bounty College picture. Freshmen looked like holdovers from
the early days of the war. Then a newsreel, then
a cartoon, then the trailer, then again tech Aco. So
we got out about midnight, and I drove Mallard back
to the Hall of Justice. As he got out of
the car, oh oh, now that's what I call sharp dialogue.
On leaving the lady, all he can say.
Speaker 6: Is, oh, well, oh, nothing personal, Candy, Now, he laughed
at me. I was just thinking, you're going up to
the Valley of the Moon for a rest, Is that
the idea?
Speaker 4: Well?
Speaker 3: Yes, that and trying to get away from Techaco.
Speaker 7: I know you too well, Candy, you're not going to
have any rest.
Speaker 6: Look at the headline on that paper in the news
stand there man missing in Sonoma mystery.
Speaker 3: And Nomah can have it. Mallard, Dear, if I so
much as step inside the Sonoma city limits, you can
come and lead me away quietly.
Speaker 7: You know something, I'm gonna remember that.
Speaker 3: Mallard waved goodbye and went inside. I didn't like the
way he said that, but I had other things to
think about, such as getting home and getting some sleep,
so I did, and in the morning, I drove over
to California Street, picked up Mrant. We headed out across
the Golden Gate bridge up to heard Sonoma. The value
of the moon wasn't too far. A couple of hours
of leisurely driving with time out for readjustments and you're there.
Then another eight miles north and east and there was
the Dude Ranch.
Speaker 7: This is it, Diah, what do you think of it?
Speaker 3: Perfect? Just perfect? Wait, rem brand dear, it's a real want.
Speaker 5: Of course, God would going concern they were going to
take in guests as a sideline. Oh, here comes to man.
I imagine that's mister dottas the owner.
Speaker 3: I'll shut off the motor.
Speaker 7: Good morning. How do you do sir? Would you mean
mister Lawrence? Per chance? Yes?
Speaker 5: And you Watson, Rembrandt Patson, I'm here to take some
pictures for you, as we discussed by the Dell system.
Speaker 7: Oh yes, Watson, right on time. That's good.
Speaker 5: Oh Candy, I mean I present mister Lawrence, owner of
the Double L. Miss Madson.
Speaker 7: I do.
Speaker 5: Miss Madson was wondering if she could get accommodations for
about a week.
Speaker 7: Mister Loaden what now?
Speaker 10: Wait a minute, Watson, I'm paying you a substantial fee
for this job, and I won't get stuck with non
paying guests.
Speaker 7: Oh I think you're laboring up.
Speaker 3: Miss apprehend Look, mister Laurence, I'm here as a commercial guest.
I'm not asking for anny papers, and I doubt if
i'd stay here now if you got down on your
bended knuckles.
Speaker 7: Oh now, wait a second, I didn't mean it just
that way. I apologize.
Speaker 10: It's only that well, I've had some tough luck with
people lately who seem to be only too intent on
beating me out of their bills.
Speaker 7: Please, Miss Madson, excuse me. I just jumped to conclusions,
that's all.
Speaker 3: I think you set a new record for the jump
or forget it, doll do okay, I'm sorry. Do you
have room for me, mister Lauren Why?
Speaker 10: Yes, yes, Court a delightful cabin just in the back
of the ranch house. Not being prepared. It'll take about
an hour to get it in shape.
Speaker 7: Will that be all right?
Speaker 3: Yes? Sure, we can eat in fine, I'll.
Speaker 10: Get one of the boys to fetch your luggage. Oh,
you can park over there under the old stables. Oh, no,
garage again, I have to.
Speaker 7: Apologize, Miss Madison. The garage is overloaded. Now.
Speaker 10: We have a sheriff's posse up here the old of
the ranch next to mine. Disappeared yesterday afternoon. The sheriff
is searching the entire vicinity around here.
Speaker 7: By you. All right, Well, speak to me, girl, what
is it?
Speaker 3: I'm all right. I just happened to singer of something
Mallard once said. Last night, I pushed my assembled horsepower
into the stables where they belonged, and Rembrandt took me
by the arm and steered me into the ranch house
with a beautiful place, a tall cathedral like living room
with a cracking fireplace about the size of Danny's inferno.
At one end. After this one side of the fireplace
was a cozy little bar. The sun was just going
over the yard arm, so I figured an old fashion
would be quite in order. Was right behind the bar
was the personification of an old fashioned cowboy, real chafs,
leathery face and little squint wrinkles around his eyes. Well,
howdy tick, seems like as if I'd done toll you
in a movie last night.
Speaker 11: To yourself, ma'am, Nope, must have been two other cowboys.
I've been working here at the Double L for almost
five years.
Speaker 3: My mistake, partner match is the handle. What's yourn?
Speaker 7: Is that the way cowboys talk them.
Speaker 3: Yeah, Hollywood and Vine Variety. I'm glad to know you
call me Jeff, Miss Matson. This is rem Brant Watson. Jeff,
are those shoulders sewed in?
Speaker 7: Are they real? I'm afraid they're real.
Speaker 3: Hi, mister Watson, you riding heard? And all those bottles
back there?
Speaker 7: Jeff yep.
Speaker 11: For better or worse, Chang, our regular bartender took powder
on a day before yesterday.
Speaker 3: Oh, seems like he picked a bad time to do
a runout.
Speaker 11: Oh you mean the missing jets from Glenn Valley, Glen Dell. Yeah,
that's the ranch next hour. I understand the police are
on the lookout for Chang, but he didn't do it.
He's a good, honest Chinese boy.
Speaker 3: Even so, it's a bad time to disappear.
Speaker 11: Oh, I admit it doesn't sound good. Well, you folks
won't mind the efforts of an amateur dispenser.
Speaker 7: What can I do for it?
Speaker 3: In old fashion?
Speaker 7: To me? Yet?
Speaker 3: Well, I can try from now when I get easier.
Rimbad only want to cook?
Speaker 11: Well I can fix that all right. It comes to
the Duchess. The Duchess, yeah, one of our guests. She's
been out here about two weeks, and she can go
through the still spirits faster than a buzz saw through
mushy pie.
Speaker 7: And I hope you're prepared to talk. Hello, my dear,
you're just a right haven't you?
Speaker 3: Mentally or physically? A sense of humor too? I shall
enjoy your company. Are you staying long? I'm not sure
now my plans are rather indefinite.
Speaker 7: Oh you love it?
Speaker 3: Here I miss h and may I present to rimbat
wasn't charmed?
Speaker 7: I'm sure now has come in?
Speaker 9: Oh you delightful lad, Jeff, dear boy, make me just
a little nip for the old favorites?
Speaker 11: Will you sure? One pain killer coming up? Here's your
old fashioned miss Madison, mister Watson, your coat? Thanks, young lady.
You must be an actress.
Speaker 3: You look like what Noah and I used to be
an actress, A famous one.
Speaker 9: I toured all over the continent with the greatest of stars,
the finest of play. I was the toast of London, Berlin, Vienna. Yes,
but I had kings and princess worshiping at my feet.
I was once the vortex of an international incident. But
no matter, those days are gone forever an hour and
here's your what?
Speaker 7: Oh thank you? Jeff?
Speaker 3: Well, as we used to say, here is to cry?
Speaker 9: What was that?
Speaker 3: It's a perfect toast. We have quite a mystery in
this part of the country, young lady, And so I
keep hearing.
Speaker 9: I can't understand mister Ferguson had everything to live for,
mister Ferguson, the man who owned Glenn Valley, wealthy, good looking,
in the best of health.
Speaker 3: You seem to know quite a bit about the gentleman Duchess.
Speaker 9: Only what I read in the newspapers, and I can't
understand it well.
Speaker 3: As I said, here's to cry. We dealatedt the bar
for a few more moments than Jeffy for me. That
lunch was ready and rembrand and I ate we managed
to duck the Duchess. I don't think I could have
taken her with food. After lunch, Laurence showed me to
my cabin. It was, as he said, delightful, with a
warming flame in the fireplace, with cheery and comfy, and
I felt completely at home. Lawrence left to talk to Rembrandt.
They were going to just the pictures you want to take,
and I felt like going riding, so I changed in
my jeans and started to leave.
Speaker 11: But as I did, Oh sorry, Miss Madison. How didn't
mean to frighten you? You did, Jo, I was just
about to knock when you opened the door.
Speaker 3: Right, okay? Was there something you wanted?
Speaker 7: Or you're in riding clothes? And that answers my question,
the question being or were you going riding?
Speaker 1: Is here?
Speaker 11: The boss wanted to know if you were going riding,
and if so, did you want some company? I usually
show the guests around the acres. Well, yes, that'd be wonderful,
and uh.
Speaker 7: How long do you want to be out, miss Madison?
Speaker 3: About three hours or so?
Speaker 7: Sure?
Speaker 11: In that case, we'll take the deluxe tour over across
the back sixteen enough through Manzanita Canyon. You know, when
we get up to the top of Iron Mountain you
can see the whole valley.
Speaker 7: Of the move.
Speaker 3: That's for me, Jeff, let's hit the leather. Jeff was
obviously born in the saddle and came into this world
teething on a teather rein you couldn't tell where the
horse left off, and Jeff began a real rider. We
knows that through the clump of branch buildings and on
into open space. I had a fine horse under me,
and I really felt like I was living. They've been
riding about an hour. When we came across the little streams,
Jet indicated we should stop and water the horses. How
long have you been a cowboy, Jeff?
Speaker 11: Oh, about as long as I can remember. Around here,
up around Montana that a little bottle little I gradually
drifted further west, hit upon the Valley of the Moon
about five years ago, fell in love with it. I've
ben ever said, reckon, I'll stay here too.
Speaker 3: I don't blame you. Excuse me if I seem to
be full of questions, Jeff, that's what I'm here for. Man, good,
because I've got a couple more. What's up that little
draw there on the other side of.
Speaker 11: The creek, Nothing but a tangle of man's anita, scrub,
oak and bruck.
Speaker 3: Pretty hard to get through there, ahd, it's impossible.
Speaker 7: I've seen chipmunks get filed up in that draw. Uh huh.
Speaker 3: Then how come those bootprints are going right up there?
Speaker 7: Bootprints? I don't see any Well, hey, you're right.
Speaker 3: Eat the bootprints for the result of shoes with cuban heels.
Speaker 11: Oh, now there's a strange one. What I thought to say,
You know something just dawned on me, Maxon. Didn't I
see your pictures in the fiscal papers a couple of
weeks back?
Speaker 3: San Francisco, Big party, San Francisco.
Speaker 11: Oh yeah, San Francisco. Excuse me for sure? You know
the way he was asking those questions. Just now it
hit me you're a detective.
Speaker 3: I'm afraid you've got me Pardoner.
Speaker 7: Wait a minute, miss Matson, listen, it's duck Jeff too late?
Now what wow? Oh there, what are you doing over
this way? Calf Fie boss? You give us quite a
little start. You haven't answered my question.
Speaker 11: Oh, we just stopped the wall of the horses, mister Lawrence,
Miss Matson, here's the mighty fine riders. You wanted to
make the big circle of the ring while you certainly
picked up fine time to do it well, Sheriff Puffy
is out around this way.
Speaker 7: You're lively. Get shopped now. I'll get back to the
ranch bronto.
Speaker 3: Just a moment, mister Lawrence. You've been uncivil ever since
I got here, and I don't like to be dictated too.
Speaker 7: It's like being on board ship, Miss Madison. The captain
is the law.
Speaker 10: I am the owner of this property, and you'll do
as I say, I'll get moving both of you.
Speaker 7: If you don't like my attitude, you can leave any time.
Speaker 3: You walk lee now yes, Oh no, mister Laurence. I'm
beginning to find your ranch extremely interesting. Jeff and I
have wheeled our horses about and sifted back to the
ranch house. I looked back a couple of times, but
there was no sign of Lawrence. I was mad, and
Jeff must have sensed it, because he was smart enough
to keep his mouth closed. As I dismounted at the
stables and headed for the house, he waved me for
Laura audious and disappeared. Just as I went through the door,
I was greeted by Rembrandt.
Speaker 7: Oh, there you are. I was about to institute a
searching party for you.
Speaker 9: Oh.
Speaker 3: I was safe enough until I gained the grips with
a thing called my own temper. Have you been doing, ducky,
I've had a most good, lightful afternoon, Canadia. I've been
playing Canas with the can answer. Oh, you don't know
how to play can As.
Speaker 5: I know that and you know it, but I don't
think the Duchess does. She celebrated each hair and put
a hefty pull on her bitchos why do you manage
to make any sense out of the game? But has
me puzzled too. All I do is put down some cars,
any cars, and she'd congratulate me.
Speaker 3: Maybe you've got a green thumb for the game. Incidentally,
I thought you were going to be taking pictures. This
afternoon call.
Speaker 5: Off on account of the law mister Lawrence had to
ride out into the Lone Carrie and deliver the phone
message to the sheriff. He's making like ghost riders in
the sky. Help there, do go and change deer and
the smell of horses. Yes, I know, and incidentally we
do have a soave ree. This evening, two more guests arrived,
the cook tails and you have to be a little
entertainment after dinner.
Speaker 3: Good around here, anything will be an improvement. I didn't
tell Rambretta I was going to change, so it wasn't
a tip. When I stayed in my genes, I went
back to the stables, got the board, rig me another horse,
and headed out toward that creek again. I wrote best
at this time because I noticed something else there besides
the bootprints. It was a battered ten gallon hat on
the far side of the creek. With studded initials JF
on the crown. But when I got there, the cupboard
was bare but good. Not only was the ten gallon
hat gone, but the bootprints had been completely obliterated. I
stayed for another few minutes to study and frustration, and
then went back to the ranch. I changed, met Rembrandt,
had dinner, and then we relaxed in the living room.
Speaker 7: Oh, Dove, I'm sorry ful. This outdoor living makes me
ravenous outdoors.
Speaker 3: I don't think you've stepped out of this building since
we got here. Well, then it's the fault of outdoor
living that does it. Oh, they are the new arrivals,
a lot of fire. Did you meet them?
Speaker 5: No, they looked at me as though I might soil
that escutcheon, whatever that is. I can see what you mean.
Speaker 7: Boat.
Speaker 11: Enjoy your dinner, Oh, hello, Jeff, Yes, it was wonderful.
Does anybody say mister Lawrence or the Duchess.
Speaker 3: We haven't seen Lawrence. No, the Duchess is over there
writing a letter.
Speaker 11: Well, I hope you'll all drop around about an hour.
I'm going to do some singing and a little guitar plucking.
Is there anything you don't do?
Speaker 3: Jeff?
Speaker 7: No, very little, but none of them too during good either.
Speaker 3: Sure we'll be here, won't we brand Well?
Speaker 7: I asked, I go with three diamonds and a joke car.
Speaker 3: Jeff left Rembrandt snoozed, and I threw a wrap around
my shoulders and took a stroll around the patio. The
air felt good. I went over to my cabin and
picked up some cigarettes and started back. But as I
came close to the cabin opposite mine, it was the duchess.
I recognize those tones and groans anywhere, duchess, this is
candy mats.
Speaker 7: Are you all right?
Speaker 9: Pees, I'm all right, Dutch? You indigestion? I should imagine?
Speaker 3: Is there anything I can do? Can I get you something?
Speaker 9: Oh?
Speaker 7: What a dear think you are?
Speaker 9: You know I'll be all right. I have these attacks
all the time. You run along and enjoy yourself. Jeff
is going to sing. It's such a dear boy. But
you're sure you'll be okay, Yes, yes, dear, go along.
Speaker 3: Oh here, let me put a blanket over your hair
and take off your shoes.
Speaker 9: You'll be up so much more comfortable. We're so sweet,
so pretty. It remind me of myself when I was young,
thank you, Thank you so much.
Speaker 3: I tupped the old girl in and left to the
dreams of the past and went back to the ranch house.
Jeff was just pulling up a chair in front of
the fireplace.
Speaker 11: I have to understand, folks, I'm not a singer. I
don't pretend to be warble along the way I feel.
Speaker 3: Now.
Speaker 7: Is there any particular kind of cowboy tune you'd like
to hear?
Speaker 3: No, yeah, I'm just seeing a favorite good idea. Just
do what comes naturally.
Speaker 7: Okay, you asked, Let's see, here's what I think you
might like. Oh, Ery mean, no, am very square.
Speaker 8: The guy.
Speaker 7: Blows on the green just by three. But beer, oh
hi you bo oh. I'm sorry, Jeff go, I don't
know what you were doing.
Speaker 3: No, mister Lawrence, you arrived just in time the entertainment silver.
Speaker 7: What what are you talking about? This matter?
Speaker 3: I I said, the show is over. Take the sheriff around.
Speaker 7: Yese and his men are outside. They're just leaving for
the night.
Speaker 3: You better call him back right now. The duchess is
dead in her cabin, poisonous.
Speaker 7: Wait a minute, sheriff. Sheriff hop, that's right. Can you
and your men come back for a fell seems we
have more trouble. Okay, over, so we tie off. So horse, Now,
then what's this all about? Well?
Speaker 3: I could tell you, Lawrence, but I think it'd be
more proper coming from the Star himself, don't you think so?
Speaker 11: Jeff looks like this is it, doesn't it? You know
you're smart, missus Mathson. Like they say in that ad,
never underestimate the power of a woman.
Speaker 3: That's right. That letter the Duchess wrote proves your point.
Speaker 7: What how do you get hold of that letter? I
thought that? Oh she wrote a duplicate?
Speaker 9: Is that?
Speaker 3: Like you say, never underestimate the power of a woman.
Speaker 11: Wait a moment, I don't understand what's going on here.
Go ahead, miss Mason. You tell looks like I'm not
the star any longer.
Speaker 3: Well, it's up to about two weeks ago. You had
as nice and gentle a cow folk working for you
as there ever was. Then the Duchess arrived. She wasn't
kidding when she claimed to have mingled with nobility important people.
As a matter of fact, she had an inside tip
about your ranch and the one next door of Ferguson's face,
Glenn Belly, didn't you receive a fantastic offer for your
property from a big wine company just recently.
Speaker 7: Learned why, Yes, I did, so did Ferguson.
Speaker 3: They were going to merge the two places and make
it one of the world's largest venues.
Speaker 7: I didn't know about that part of it.
Speaker 3: But that just did. She wanted in on the ground floor.
That's why she came out here. She tried to talk
business with Ferguson, but he'd have none of it. So
in one of her boozy moments, she hit upon the
idea of doing away with Ferguson, but she didn't have
the nerve to go through with it. That's when she
approached Jeff here and cut him in on the deal.
Jeff was tired of the poor but honest cowboy routine,
saw a chance to make some heavy sugar and went
along the gag.
Speaker 7: Right, Jeff, she's got it straight so far, boss. Yeah,
I can't believe my ears.
Speaker 3: Oh that's nothing. Just wait a while. Jeff and the
Duchess were out riding one afternoon when by chance, Ferguson
rode up too, just where the boundaries of the two
ranches meet. While the Duchess talked to Ferguson, Jeff sneaks
around and back and bashed in his head. They hold
him up to that braw where you bumped into us
this afternoon. I know now why you ordered it out
of there. On the other side of that snarl of
brush and manzanita, there's a quick sand pitch that is
now Ferguson's permanent residence.
Speaker 7: This is terrible, terrible.
Speaker 3: In a hurry to dispose of your late neighbor, they
left shoeprints along the bank of the creek, and they
also overlooked Ferguson's hat with his initials on it. I'm
mighty glad you came by when you did, law after
I had noticed the bootprints. I think Jeff is going
to dump me into the quicksand tool.
Speaker 11: After the boss sent us back in. I sort of
figure to get you in step.
Speaker 3: And then, Lawrence, you were going to be mixed because
in your will you would name Jeff as your soul.
Speaker 10: There is that, right, That's right, Hi, I loved him
like a son.
Speaker 3: Then the Duchess and Jeff could have swung a hard
bargain with that wine outfit. All very smooth, except for
one thing.
Speaker 11: One thing I'm kind of curious about that one thing,
miss Mathison.
Speaker 3: Alcohol, Jeff. It's not only lifting to begin with, but
also acts as a depressing agent. The duchess had been
inviting all day, and after dinner she arrived at that
point of depression, realized what a horrible thing she had done,
and she wrote the full story about the wine company
and Jeff's eupiicipity and made a copy. You were afraid
of that yourself, Jeff. That's when you went out and
slipped the old girl a lethal mickey. I heard her
groaning and went into investigate. She said it was indigestion,
but I knew differently her bread, and I knew too
that she'd be dead within five minutes. Then I saw
her shoes, cuban heels with much caked on the inner
side of the arch. That's when I had to hunch.
The letter she was writing had a definite meaning. You
overlooked it, you. I found it where only a woman
would think of looking tucked inside her bosom. Sure, I'm sorry, Laurie,
I had you figured wrong from the start. I was
the one who was wrong. You aren't hard at all.
Your softest price, Well, Jess, take to the sheriff.
Speaker 11: Yeah, so I see well, I'm ready for him. You
can't beat the royal flush with a pair of deuces her.
Should I say dune it I go, there won't be
any fun, And all of a sudden the dawns on me.
People should accept their life. You're going to be a cowboy,
just stay a cowboy. And if you're born a millionaire,
don't fight that either. For the bimus matter, and I'm
glad the boss happened along when he did. I don't
think Quickstandard looked good on.
Speaker 3: Like Jeff said, he went quietly, no trouble, too bad.
He wasn't content to be just a ranch hand, simple
and unspoiled because his run Brad had noticed. He did
have wonderful shoulders. He played the guitar, he sang, and
he made fine old fashions. All in all a very
nice guy, except for two voices hitting from the behind
and poisoning.
Speaker 9: The valley of Moon.
Speaker 3: Oh, I'll go back. It's lovely, after all. One man
with a snarl brain can't undo the work of the
original master painter.
Speaker 7: Listen again next week at this same time for excitement
and adventure.
Speaker 3: Just dial Candy Madson. You come two A two o.
Speaker 4: Nine heard tonight were Helen Fleeve as the Duchess, Louethoven
as Lawrence and Climecy, Jeff Henry Left is Inspector Mallard,
and Jack Thomas's Rembrandt. The program stars Natalie Masters as
Candy and is written and produced by Multi Masters. Sound
effects were created by Bill Brownell and Jay Rendon. Eloise
Rowan is heard at the organ. The characters in Tonight's
story are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to actual people
is purely coincidental. The program came to you from San Francisco,
Dudley Man Love Speaking. You are tuned for the Stars
on NBC.
Speaker 2: Welcome back, Well the Singer. Seventeenth is an odd air
date for a New Year's episode, but that is what
he has been verified through Digital Belly, so we'll go
with that. I think one challenge with Candy Mattson and
being timely in terms of the airing episodes was the
show was always constantly being shuffled about, as we talked
about a few weeks back, so it could be that
the episode was intended to be aired later, but just
because of all the shuffling around, they just wanted to
keep the scripts in order. Actually toyed with using this
using the part where she annoyingly says San Francisco when
Jeff says Frisco in the intro to the show. I thought,
I would, you know, jokingly say Frisco and then show
her play her annoyed response of San Francisco. But she
wasn't as annoyed as I remembered when it came time
to recorded, so I didn't opt for that particular.
Speaker 7: Joke.
Speaker 2: This was a pretty fun episode as usual. It didn't
take itself, you know, incredibly seriously, but it did have
a kind of a message in the end about I like,
particularly the last line about the Valley of the moon.
So this was another just fun mystery with Kenan Manson. Well,
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