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today's episode of Richard Diamond. The rebroadcast date on this
was August the sixteenth of nineteen fifty three, and it
originally aired September twenty seventh of nineteen fifty and this
one is the Hatpin murder case.
Speaker 2: Bring Good Diamond, Private Detective starring Dick hall Mark. Me,
you know where I might find mister Richard Diamond? Do
you want to hire him? Yeah, we'll stop being sebastial friends,
Come in, Come in, you're mister Diamond. Well, any resemblance
to the Irish warsawoman is pretty intentional. You always do
your own laundry.
Speaker 3: Always keeps my petty cash from looking through petty sit down.
Mister Baxter Clay.
Speaker 2: Baxter promote Mouldy, Oklahoma, Clay backster from Oak Mulgy, Oklahoma
with a man I guess to be in his early
fifties straight up. He crowded six foot three, counting the
two inch heels on his handmade boots. Looking at him,
I thought of an old Remington Trent, and suddenly he
felt like singing a course of home on the reins.
I'd like you to come to Oak Moggy with me,
mister Diamond, Hi, mister Baxter. My brother was killed yesterday.
The sheriff of the corner said it was nax. Then
I don't believe it.
Speaker 3: How did you happen to look me up?
Speaker 2: I raise cattle, mister Diamond. I do a great deal
of beneics in Chicago and New York. I wanted a
detective with experience, someone with a good reputation, bless you.
I called a friend on Wall Street and he recommended
several men. One of them was you. I checked your background.
I'm satisfied.
Speaker 3: Oh good. I charge one hundred a day in expensive
chicken feed.
Speaker 2: I'll pay it, and if you catch the man who
done it, I'll give you one thousand dollars bonus.
Speaker 3: Oh, I don't know.
Speaker 2: I can't leave right away. It'll take me at least
five minutes to get my affairs in order. Ah, I
can certainly see you appreciate a book, mister Baxtill, I
appreciate a book like a textan appreciates Texas, Texas, never
heard of it. How was your brother supposed to have
been killed? Thrown from his horse skull fracture?
Speaker 3: And you don't believe it?
Speaker 2: I do not fly to good to horsemen. It could
have happened of a dad. He'd had taken the fall right,
might have busted something, but wouldn't have killed him anything else.
His wife, My brother was a wealthy man, mister Diamond.
His wife will inherit everything, ranch, cattle, all worth about
eight or ten minutes.
Speaker 3: You think she had something to do with his death?
Speaker 2: You tell me, mister Diamond. I called Helen Rippers off
to Oak Mulgi, promised I'd send her a couple of
navajoes or whatever they had out there. Then I took
Clay Baxter over to my flat and threw a few
things into a suitcase. Oklahoma's dry, so is Richard Diamond
might get arrested. I don't want to leave it here.
Wouldn't make any difference if it was empty. Word No,
got a couple of glasses. The fifth usually adds up
to a full evening, but that's only when Clay Baxter
isn't around. When he poured one for the road, the
water line receded six inches. I had a quick one
and he finished it. Yeah, how that soldier?
Speaker 3: How do you feel, oh Lively, why don't we forget
the plane? You just started running for the window and
I'll climb on.
Speaker 2: Oak Mulgi, Oklahoma, population seventeen thousand, ninety one according to
the last census. In very hot in August. Back to station.
Speaker 3: Wagon was waiting at the airport, and the driver took
us into.
Speaker 2: Town, where I was introduced to the local law. Here,
Sheriff Billings, are your cheff him? This mister Diamond? He's
a private detective from New York? How did Diamond? How
do they? Private detective who I've been called other things?
Still ain't satisfied, eh, Clay, not yet. You ain't either,
And you know it, Jim, how about it, Sheriff, you
think mister Baxter's brother was killed deliberty?
Speaker 3: Carna says it was an accident, hit his head on
a rock.
Speaker 2: That ain't what mister Diamond asked, Oh, Will Baxter was
a pretty good ride up, but he could have been thrown.
All the evidence says he was could see plane where
his horse boulted. What could have made his horse shy?
Speaker 3: Snake?
Speaker 2: Maybe not that horse. And you know what, jim Oh,
maybe stepped in a truck hole. He was limping right
bad when he got back to the barn.
Speaker 3: No signs of anyone else near the body.
Speaker 2: When I got there, I'm of Will's boys had already
ridden out. Who found him a couple old miners, Luke
and Phineas Merriweather. Well, let's go out to the ranch,
mister Baxter. Take another look at the spot where your
brother died.
Speaker 3: Will Baxter's ranch is forty miles from him.
Speaker 2: Mister Diamond, maybe you'd like to go out to my
place and freshen up a bit. First, you go ahead
and shave and shower. I'm gonna go build me a drink.
This is quite a place, mister Baxter. Glad you like it.
Take us away from the pool if you'd want, but
watch out for the catfish. Catfish. Like I'm a bachelor,
don't use the pool much, and I don't usually have
guests love catfish for dinner, so I keep from in
the pool.
Speaker 3: I caught a guy who once floating bodies in his bathtub.
Speaker 2: Don't say funny, are we? I showered and shaved and
met Baxter out by the pool where he was feeding
his catfish.
Speaker 3: I watched a pond of liver disappear, like leaching nuts
in the.
Speaker 2: Tongue war, and we all headed back to town, where
we picked up Shriff Billings. Forty miles later, we pulled
up in front of the late Will Baxter's ranch. A
little different architecture, but just as impressive as my clients. Okay,
afternoon's Oh well, well, well no, this here's mister Richard Diamond. Well,
my Baxter, my brother's wife. How do you do?
Speaker 4: How do you do, mister Diamond.
Speaker 3: Private detective come up from New York?
Speaker 4: Oh well, why don't we all go in the house.
It's too hot out here.
Speaker 2: Mister Diamond wants to go out and look at the
spot where Will got himself killed.
Speaker 4: Certainly, have one of the boys fixed you up with
some horses. When you're done, why not stop back for dinner.
Speaker 2: Mister Diamond's eating with me, and he's going to be
pretty busy for a while. Now.
Speaker 4: I give you a rain check.
Speaker 3: Mister Diamonds, Oh thank you.
Speaker 4: I'd like you to tell me about New York. It's
been a long time, and I've almost forgotten what it's like.
Speaker 2: Let's go gym. It's getting late by mister Diamonds.
Speaker 4: Nice meeting.
Speaker 3: Good Brimus is back there.
Speaker 2: Seems all broken up, don't you? Yeah? Where was she
and her husband got killed?
Speaker 3: Privy Gallibi in town all day? A lot of people
saw her.
Speaker 2: Mighty, fine looking woman, mighty. We all rode down to
the stables, and one of the hands saddled of three horses.
Speaker 3: We started out across the open desert.
Speaker 2: For a man who had spent all his life riding
around in taxi cabs.
Speaker 3: The experience was just short of agonizing. Just up ahead, Diamonds.
Speaker 2: Well, never rode much, did you, No?
Speaker 3: I always bounced like this. I'd like to make my
money felt jingle. Hell here it is?
Speaker 2: Whoa yeah, whoa?
Speaker 3: Oh well he is where it found the body?
Speaker 2: Oh h Where did he hit his head on that
rock right there? Did you take an impression of the wound?
Receive it matched?
Speaker 3: Yep o? Why not? Never thought about it? Oh, that's
a pretty good reason.
Speaker 2: Anyway. Let's dig the rock out and take it back
with us. I spent the next minutes lembing around looking
for something and came up with nothing except the longing
for the hot epsom sauce bath. We dug up the
large rock and took it back with us to weld
the Baxter's French. Oh oh oh, he sure had he Frank.
This here is mister Diamond, Frank Diamond. This is Frank Kelly,
the ranch foreman. Howdy detective fella huh and his backer
told me about you said you're doing some investigating, Yes, sir,
scientific investigation the way the city boys do it.
Speaker 3: What you're going to do with that raw in the hopscotch?
Speaker 2: Oh?
Speaker 3: On second thought, I think we'll take turns on telling
the knots in my back.
Speaker 2: Good warm shower. He'll fit as a fiddle. I got
a good start. I'm shaped like one. You'll find it
a little bit rough out here, don oh, I'll get
used to it, mister Kelly.
Speaker 3: I hope you're right. Ain't much like the big city. Uh?
Just what is the big city like, mister Kelly. I
ain't never been there.
Speaker 2: Just what I've noticed, looks like a man can get
pretty living in the city. I'd like to show you
where I was brought up sometime, mister Kelly, We never
got around to playing cowboy though. We were too busy
kicking each other's teeth out. See you later, mister Baxter,
I don't care. I don't think Frank likes you. Diamond.
Speaker 3: What about well Baxter's horse.
Speaker 2: I take a look at him right over there in
that stall, really pulled up lane. A good horse, never
figured to shy at anything. Man, Look at that his
hip swollen? He really twisted something steady.
Speaker 3: Hey, that looks like an infection. Yeah, it's a funny thing,
it kind of does.
Speaker 2: Where are you getting at, mister Diamond. Oh I'm not
getting into thing, mister Baxter. I just said it looked
like an infection. Yeah, we're better. Tell missus Baxter of Frank,
and someone take care of it. Tell me, boys, if
you jabbed a horse for something, would that make him bolt?
Come on, I want to get back to town and
talk of the coroner. I'm look here, Jimmy, my word
good enough?
Speaker 5: Why?
Speaker 3: Sure it is corner.
Speaker 2: But Clay hired mister Diamond to do some investigating, and
he's doing it. Clay, tell you your brother died from
natural calls. I don't think, but if you insist, I'll
show this detective fellow the body. I want the head
wound mats of this rocket, okay, but the march here,
he ain't gonna like it.
Speaker 3: They got him all ready to bury.
Speaker 2: The corner led me across the street and then to
a funeral parlor, where I took a look at the
late well backstair. Six years of the fifth percent homicide
and a couple of dozen killings should have conditioned me.
But like always, the first look shakes something loose in
the middle of my stomach. I have to keep swallowing.
Hide looks right, natural, don'ty clay? Yeah, they do a
good job here, and bully for them. And he hit
his head right. Here's a concussion, plain and simple. No
other marks or Bruce's no will. The coroner rolled the
late Will Baxter and of the back rooms and made
a comparison with the head wound and the rock we'd
brought him the ranch. We went out on the front
porch for some air. I lit a cigarette and thought
about an old case I'd worked on five or six
years before.
Speaker 3: You got a cigarette.
Speaker 2: Sure do figure, all right, m Anything head wound doesn't
match the rock, Sure doesn't. Wound is too deep, rocks
round flant nothing sticking up to go that deep, and
I want an autopsy. Why fractice still killed him?
Speaker 3: I doubt it.
Speaker 2: When someone plans a murder, they don't count on one
blow to do the trick. Bet there's nothing else that
could have done it.
Speaker 3: Nothing you can see.
Speaker 2: I've met someone here in Oakamulogy that I'm pretty sure
is wanted for another killing very similar to this.
Speaker 3: Now, Doc, go make that autopsy and fast.
Speaker 2: I think maybe you've found something. Diamond. You think Will
was killed liberately, But we'll have to wait for the autopsy.
In the meantime, I like to go out and visit
those two old timers, un Phineus.
Speaker 3: That's right, Seruff, Well my dangerous come on, I'll take
you out.
Speaker 2: You better wait here for the report. Mister Baxter, are
going out all right? You can use my horses so
you won't have to go all the way back to
ranch horses with the Merriweathers on the other side of town.
Not about ten miles, no roads, oh horses ten miles?
I mean, never played kick the can again? Oh you
really don't take the horses? Do your diamond? Maybe if
you could find me a nice long, thin one holy ike,
whoa ho, stay, that's one of the Merryweathers.
Speaker 3: Let's get out of here. Come on, horse, now, come on,
I'm yellow and I admitted.
Speaker 2: It's okay, Diamond. That's just the boy's way of letting,
you know, not come any farther unless they say so.
Speaker 3: Swelled gratings. What happens?
Speaker 2: Now? Hey up there, loo.
Speaker 3: Are you are?
Speaker 2: It's clay Boxer. I got a friend here once talk
to here? Tie yeah up?
Speaker 3: Hey, back at him? Fred, who wants to plabor?
Speaker 2: I don't feel like clabor. Better shoot giddy after just
take it easy, take it.
Speaker 3: They always act like this.
Speaker 2: And you don't want it.
Speaker 3: Bab, I gotta shoot you jump fromoose. It's important by
my brother.
Speaker 2: Tie yeahop spout his brother.
Speaker 3: Get taken me pound to other day? Oh all right,
I guess.
Speaker 2: That's one of them. Timber packed yello. Can't your pen on?
And up I went, leaving my better judgment, running off
across the desert. I climbed a small hill and found
myself standing at the entrance of an old mine shaft.
Little continuous and Merriweather stood on either side, shotguns ready
pointed right in my chest. Start talking, well, gentlemen, my
name is diamond, don't paint.
Speaker 3: Nor import to names.
Speaker 5: Sure do you want?
Speaker 2: I just wanted to ask some questions about the man
you found the other day. You're polishman, well kind of
shoot him? Oh now now now, wait a minute. I'm
not a real policeman, then what are you? I'm a
I'm a private detective. Yeah, what's the matter. It's an
honest profession. Fella's got to make a living.
Speaker 4: You are real live, private detecative.
Speaker 3: Well, I'm a private detective. For the real live part,
I'm depending on where my goodness, gracious, try me have
some viddles. Huh why mister? Me and Finney read all
them stories about you fellas. We filled up one whole
tunnel with old detecative magazines. You fellas really are suky.
Great a minute, what's wrong? Let's your badge?
Speaker 2: Oh?
Speaker 3: Oh yeah, sure?
Speaker 2: Sure?
Speaker 6: Hey, oh yes, well loud but dum come on in, friend,
come on, and I'd like to ask you some questions
about this here, Dick, Tracy Philip.
Speaker 2: Well, one minute I'd faced two shotguns, the next I
was turned into an added guest. I had coffee and
biscuits with Luke and Phineas, and I answered enough questions
about the private detective business to fill a.
Speaker 3: Diamon novel of my own.
Speaker 2: I squeezed in enough questions to find out that the
boys hadn't seen or found anything unusual when they discovered
Well Baxter's body. Four cups of coffee and a dozen
biscuits later, I bid the Merriweathers a fan farewell and
returned to Clay baxxter. They love you, oh, worship me
starting a rich a diamond fans club. Or did you
find out anything? No, give me your hand, I'll be
up on your horse.
Speaker 3: Couldn't I just walk back? Come on a horse whole
still steady boy?
Speaker 2: Clay Baxter sitting in the saddle and leaned down, grabbed
my hand to help me up on my horse.
Speaker 3: And that was when he got it. His horse took out,
with the wounded man still up and hanging on. Ivoted
my horse in the ribs.
Speaker 2: Oh.
Speaker 3: I took off after Baxter like citation on a good day.
Speaker 2: I closed my eyes, prayed a little, and tried to
remember every jockey I'd ever seen before. Suddenly I looked
up and spotted Baxter's horse dead ahead, standing still and
right my path. Whoa woo oh, I guess it's just
my time. If I don't die from this bullet I
got in there, I'm gonna do it from laughing. How
is he? Doctor?
Speaker 3: Bullian?
Speaker 2: Me? All right?
Speaker 3: Connor boom in breaking and you for MITCHR. Diamond crippled?
Any idea who shot Clay? No?
Speaker 2: Clay said he thought it might have been the merry
with her boy. Ah, I know it couldn't have been.
Why not the mayor were the boys who shotguns, not rifles?
What about that autopsy?
Speaker 3: Doc?
Speaker 2: Well, come on, what about it?
Speaker 4: You is right?
Speaker 3: Will Baster didn't die from a skull factory?
Speaker 2: Oh what was it?
Speaker 3: You don't know what was used? For sure, long thin instrument?
Whoever did it?
Speaker 2: Pulled the lower eyelid down, killed Will Baxer, but dab
him something through the eye into his brain, probably hit
him over the head to knock him off the horse,
and then got down and made sure and.
Speaker 3: Then jabbed his horse in the flank. Did I get them?
Speaker 2: Bald?
Speaker 3: Shy way of killing me? That's been done before.
Speaker 2: Not a man's way of killing Wilma Baxter was in
town all day when Clay comes around, telling him I
borrowed the station wagon going out to see Wilma going
out to a ranch. I want to take another look
at will Baxter's lame horse, and Doc, I want to
borrow a pair of surgical probes. I climbed into the
station wagon close to an hour later, full up on
the side of the road. The gate to the ranch
house was another one hundred yards up ahead, so I
piled out, climbed the tall white fence, and slipped into
the barn. Steady, fella, Steady, steady. The horse's left flank
were still swollen, very close to serious infection. I ran
my hand over the spot, Steady boy, there was something
still stuck in the flesh. So I used the surgical
probes and prayed the horse wouldn't kicked my brains out.
Speaker 7: Oh, oh, steady boy, steady, Sorry fella, I didn't know
you were a bet, mister Damon.
Speaker 3: Huh, oh, good evening, missus.
Speaker 4: Baxtain part of the country. You can get shot for
horse stealing.
Speaker 2: Or not stealing.
Speaker 3: Just taking this out of your horse's flank.
Speaker 2: What is it?
Speaker 3: That's a piece of a long needle. It might be
a hatpin or something.
Speaker 4: I think you'd better tell me what this is all about.
Speaker 3: Oh, certainly your uh your husband was murdered. That's impossible
shoot yourself.
Speaker 2: But he was. Somebody hit him over the head and
knocked him from his horse, jabbed this needle into his eye,
then jabbed it into the horse's flank so the horse
would pull up. Lame looked like it shied. The killer
tried to shoot me this evening, but he missed it
and got Clay Baxter instead.
Speaker 4: Who do you think did this?
Speaker 3: I don't know.
Speaker 2: The method doesn't fit a man a woman. Then, well
the blow on the back of the head rules out
a woman too much force. What have you got left?
What I started with? A man and a woman.
Speaker 4: Very interesting theory.
Speaker 3: You're from New York, aren't you. I've been there, I thought,
so all your face is familiar.
Speaker 4: I haven't been in New York and at least ten years,
mister Diamond.
Speaker 3: Oh funny. Well, I've got to go out to the Merriweathers.
Speaker 4: Those two miners who found my husband.
Speaker 2: Mm hmmm, they saw the murderer. What yeah, that's why
I know how it was done. I was out there earlier,
and I've got to go back. After a soren statement.
Speaker 4: Why didn't they speak up before this?
Speaker 3: Afraid said there was none of the business. See lay
the missus Baxter. He another biscuit inspected.
Speaker 2: No thanks, fellas tens plenty, you are so we're we're
back to re murdered her. That's right, And missus Baxter
thinks you two saw who did the killing. Gonna lay
a trap, yes, Luke, gonna lay it trap. Now. Look.
I remembered missus Baxter from someplace the first time I
saw her. Then, when I found out how the murder
was committed, I recalled a case very similar back in
New York. Man was hit over the head, pushed down
the flight of stairs, and his brain pierced by a
hat pin.
Speaker 3: A man actually did it, but a woman planned it.
The man was caught, but a woman disappeared. Why they
do it?
Speaker 2: The victim was in short, They wanted to make it
look like an accident. Come on, we better spread out.
We should have comp me pretty soon. The two old
timers took off the coats and gave me some beat
up pants, which I stuffed with pillows and blankets.
Speaker 3: In five minutes flat, I had two dummies sitting with
me at the little table. I think they're fault pretty
you can't tell, but you two go.
Speaker 2: On outside and wait until somebody comes in. I just
want him to try for one of the dummies.
Speaker 3: Well, Roger, if he tries.
Speaker 2: For you, kill joy. Luke and Phineas took their place
outside the mine and I smoked a dozen cigarettes, and
then I heard someone coming.
Speaker 3: In, moving quietly up the tunnel toward the light.
Speaker 2: I played it big. Well that's fine, Phineas said, now
if you'll just signed this statement. I rolled in the
dummy that represented Phineas Merriwell double over from the force
of the slug. He shot again, and Luke's dummy toppled.
I kicked the lamp out before he got around to
yours truly go down.
Speaker 3: And won the gold diamond. I'm probably got a big
surprise for you, friend. I worried you should be. There
wasn't even close A lousy shot. Yeah, you missed earlier
this evening and got Clay Baxter instead. I'll make up
for it.
Speaker 2: You you haven't Frank Duffy him.
Speaker 3: Okay, all right, don't you wait a minute.
Speaker 2: Well, I get the lights. Eh, Hey, it's that Kelly Prowler. Yeah,
you're getting a way out of line for a ranch
for him, and Kelly.
Speaker 3: Give it to him.
Speaker 2: Mister Diamond, who had you killed Will Baxter? You know, Kelly,
you said something today about getting soft in the city.
Wonder just how soft I've got. Maybe you'd like to
find that turny Lewis boys.
Speaker 3: Yes, I'll go to it, mister Diamond.
Speaker 2: I don't like getting shot at it. It makes me
real unhappy when anyone runs around killing people.
Speaker 5: Now, Kelly, why'd you kill Will Baxter?
Speaker 2: Wilma Baxter?
Speaker 3: Talk me and do it? Promised me to share a
run and for that who killed the man? Uh? It's
a big ray.
Speaker 2: I'll get up. Sure. Hate to see you leave, mister Damon.
Speaker 3: I hate to go with our bars, love them biscuits.
Maybe we'll get up and see you in New York
some times. Hey, Kelly is coming to does like being
tied to his horse like that?
Speaker 2: I guess.
Speaker 3: Here, Luke, they le us come and to hit him
with something.
Speaker 8: Sure, Richard Diamond, Private Detective, has come to you through
the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio
and Television Service.
Speaker 2: This is Andrew J.
Speaker 7: Graham, author of the web surface series Oh and a
Man of His Wife.
Speaker 3: You're listening to the great detectives of Old time radio.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. Well, I enjoyed this just as much as
I did the first time we played it on the podcast. Uh,
it's a really good story. It's unusual and is a
nice change of pace for Diamond and has some funny
bits and a decent enough mystery. I do remember being
puzzled by this the first time I heard it because
it had an air date in nineteen fifty three, but
it featured Martin Yarborough who died in nineteen fifty one.
But of course, understanding that it was a rebroadcast, that
issue is resolved. Arthur Q Brian appears as the local
police before he took over as Lieutenant Levinson just before.
In fact, all right, well, listener comments and feedback. Now,
Joel rites in, I noticed Diamond's girlfriend is absent from
these I either rebroadcast I miss her. Well, she is
in and out of them. The episode last week featured her.
But it is kind of I think one of those
things that happened after that first season of Richard Dimond,
the sustained season, those first fifty two episodes where I
think the series was pretty close to perfect. You had Dimond,
Bean Diamond, you had Sergeant Otis, you had the great
interplay between Diamond and Lieutenant Levinson played by Ed Bagley,
and you had the singing, the great music, and essentially
after the first season they dropped a lot of those
from subsequent episodes, and it was hard, I think, to
find any episode after that first season that really had
it all together. And I think that first season there
was just so much and really great that's going to
stand out. I don't think Richard Diamond ever got bad,
but generally you'd only have two or maybe three elements
of what made the series, you know, great in its
first year to start with. So thanks so much for
the comment, Joel. Finally, we have a comment regarding episode
twenty four to seventy one. The Kidnapp policeman Norman says
this was also a Peter Gun episode. Thanks Blake, of course,
referencing Blake Edwards, who was creative force behind both programs.
And yeah, this is just one of many cases where
someone creates something on the radio and then just repackages
it for television, which helped meet the big demands for
writing when you had up to thirty nine episodes a
year you had to produce. Now those were mostly half
hour programs those cases, but it was still a challenge.
So if you had a radio script you could whip
out and modify, that was a big advantage that you
would take take advantage of as a creator, because you'd
be able to take an existing script, fix it up,
and save time and not have to pay anybody to
write a new script. So thanks so much, nice catch
all Right, that will do it for today. Join us
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