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Speaker 3: Light stand By for Crime. Hi, Chuck Morgan speaking. You know,
being a newscaster in a radio station the size of
kop puts me in line to meet a lot of
interesting people like Joe Stanley. For instance, Joe was a scientist.
I've been employed by the government to work in some
strictlyhish heisch project, the hydrogen bomb. I think he came
out here to the coast once or twice a year
to huddle with airplane factory executives, etc. And usually on
such occasions they bunked with me. Last week, Joe was
here for a couple of days. Thursday morning, Carol Curtis,
my secretary, and I drove him out to the airport
to catch an early plane back to Washington. We said
our goodbyes. Watch the plane taxi down the runway for
it's take off. Well, Glamor Puss, let's get.
Speaker 4: Started back And no, wait, Chuck, I want to see
the plane take on.
Speaker 3: Why it's going to look like every other plane you've
ever seen, Daganau Well, I don't care.
Speaker 4: I want to see it just the same. And besides,
Joe wouldn't like it if we left now.
Speaker 3: And if I know, Joey sound asleep by this time.
Speaker 5: Flight now loading at eight three Park, Kansas City, Chicago
and New York.
Speaker 4: You know, Chuck, there's something sad about saying goodbye.
Speaker 3: You like it?
Speaker 4: Though, Yes, it's a what do you mean?
Speaker 6: I like it.
Speaker 3: Anytime the female can find something sad enough to weep
about you, it's in their element.
Speaker 7: I'm not weeping.
Speaker 3: No that you will before we get away from there.
Speaker 8: Oh is that so?
Speaker 3: Is that so?
Speaker 4: Hey?
Speaker 3: Here comes Joe's playing?
Speaker 8: Now, Oh there's Joe. Look Chuckie's waiter. Goodbye Joe.
Speaker 3: Wait, Joing, Chuck, Nonsense, you didn't see Joe.
Speaker 8: I did too. He was sitting way up front in
that little egg shaped room.
Speaker 3: That was a pilot. Stupid, it was not.
Speaker 8: I guess I can tell a pilot when I see it.
Speaker 3: Okay, Glamor plus, you win. Now, come on, let's get going.
Speaker 8: Chuck.
Speaker 3: Wait, what's matter now?
Speaker 8: Joe's playing? It's coming down.
Speaker 3: No, he's just circling around his Hey, what.
Speaker 8: Are the motors to stop?
Speaker 3: I see if something's wrong. This was the biggest news
story of the year, the fourth disaster of its type.
Within six weeks, sixty eight people died as a result
of that last crish. Fifty of them were aboard the plane,
eighteen of them occupied in the Parkmenhows into which the
plane had plunged. The co pilot, a man named Jenkins,
lived long enough to be rushed to a hospital. Just
before he died, he spoke two words, the light. Well,
it must much to go on. But my friend Joe
Stanley had died in that crish and I was beginning
to get ideas. That's why I took my problem to
Happy Man's Field, owner of Station kop.
Speaker 5: Now, let me get this straight, Chuck. You're basing this
cock eyed periy of yours on the fact that the
co pilot said something about.
Speaker 3: A light before he died. Is that right? Plus the
fact that this has been the fourth plane crash of
its kind within two months under exactly the same circumstances coincidence,
And the fact that Joe's plane on Joe's plane. Get this, Pappy,
two motors conked out. Can you call that coincidence? Those
motors were checked and tested before the plane left the field.
Speaker 5: I don't know.
Speaker 3: Check. You love Pappy for once in your life, why
not get with me. I've never let you down.
Speaker 5: But this theory of yours and someone who's trying to
take a look at this map of the city.
Speaker 3: All right, here's the airport. Yeah, over here's the apartment
house the plane chrished into him. So now over here
is a hill. Now there's nothing on that hill but
an abandoned oil Well, practically every outgoing plane passes.
Speaker 5: Over that area, and you're not going to tell me
that someone is up there where a buck.
Speaker 3: Rogers ray happy. No, Look that Derek, and that old
well has been patched up and the shack at the
bottom has been lived in.
Speaker 5: All dozens of abandoned well shacks are occupied by hobol.
Speaker 3: And you think that one of these hobos fixed stuff
that tumbled down, Derek, just for the exercise? Do you will?
Speaker 2: Will?
Speaker 3: All right, Pappy, there's something wrong about the whole thing. Look,
it'd be a terrific scoop for KOP if we smelled
out the raft. Well, what do you want me to do?
As an engineer out of the KOP transmitter named Bill Adams.
Bill knows more about electronics in Einstein. Let me have
him for a few days and close down the station.
We couldn't operate with our Bill. You won't be operating anyhow.
Someone scoops me on this story.
Speaker 5: Well, okay, boy, we both knew when we began this conversation,
and you'd get what you wanted, only get this unless
you return Bill Adams to the transmitter in good health.
Speaker 3: Well I'll renov That was Pappy, always pulling the hard
to get along with that act and then giving in.
I picked up Carol and we go out to where
kop's transmitter is located, and how to talk with Bill Adams.
Bill wanted to be helpful, but it was ours. He
had his doubts about my sanity. Anyway, I give my
ideas and asked him to check into them. But we
came away from there with the feeling that we were
wasting the time of Pappy Mansfield's highest paid senior engineer.
Speaker 4: You know something, Chucky boy. I think Bill Adams thought
you were nuts.
Speaker 3: Well maybe I am, but they thought the right brothers
were too.
Speaker 4: M But they're older than you, though, bright remark, I think, so, well,
where do we go from here?
Speaker 3: You are going to the City Hall and find out
who owns that oil?
Speaker 7: Well, where are you going?
Speaker 3: I'm going out to that demolished apartment house and have
a look around.
Speaker 8: Then that's where I'm going.
Speaker 3: Oh no, you're not.
Speaker 8: Oh yes I am.
Speaker 3: Oh no, you're not. For the first time that I
can remember, I went an argument with glamour Puss. This
was accomplished by driving the city Hall and practically pushing
or out of the car. It was late in the
afternoon when I reached the apartment house. The workmen were
just quitting for the day. I parked at Gilope and
walked around back and Levi's wearing a hearing aid, was
putting some carpenter tools back into a box. Hello, there
you one of the workmen.
Speaker 6: Yes, just quitting for the day.
Speaker 3: Place was pretty badly damaged. Wasn't it about fifty dollars?
They say, that's quite a hundred money. Now there's a
friend of mine on that plane, or a passenger. Yeah,
I don't suppose any of you workmen picked up any
of the personal effects of the passengers personal effects. No,
not that I know of the workmen. I hadn't expected
the question. As a matter of fact, I hadn't intended
to ask it for just something to say. His eyes
darted to the toolbox. I took a couple of steps forward.
There was a briefcase lying on the ground behind it.
That's yours, Yes, give it to me. Wait, hit a
minute now, some initials here, J. Yes, what's your name?
Frian M. Yeah, it's a John Simpson. That's quick thinking.
Suppose you open up the case, you show me what's inside.
Huh Why should I do that? Because I'm telling you
to telling or asking telling? Well, I'm telling you to
mind you hold me take it easy, friend, Let go
my arm. I let go your arm. That first, lets
you and me have a little talk.
Speaker 6: Come out, open the briefcase. I haven't gone the key.
Speaker 3: Where is it? It's home?
Speaker 6: I forget it.
Speaker 3: What's in the briefcase?
Speaker 6: Flu friends, I'm the draft. I'm gonnask before. Where's he
he left ten minutes ago? Let go my arm?
Speaker 3: Okay, sure there are so far mister Simpson. Everything you've
told me is very convenient. He left the key home,
Perfarman's gone for the day. And somehow it doesn't figure.
That briefcase looks exactly like the one my friend Joe
Stanley was carrying when I put him aboard the plane.
Speaker 6: All briefcases look alike. Who are you any.
Speaker 3: Fair The name's Morgan, Chuck Morgan. I'm a newscaster and
station kop.
Speaker 6: I never heard of you, fair enough.
Speaker 3: You know something, Simpson, I think you're a liar. Why
don't try that again this time on my freak arm.
Speaker 6: Don't give me my briefcase?
Speaker 3: Yeah, and sticking my chin out on this When I'm
taking a briefcase with me and.
Speaker 6: I am swearing out a warrant for robbery.
Speaker 3: That's your privilege. Here's my card. The address is right there.
If you're on the level, you can have me arrested.
If you're not, I'll have you arrested. I took the
briefcase and drove to Kopker was there and she had
my script ready for the seven o'clock broadcast.
Speaker 4: Easy script, What in the world is that it's a briefcase?
Speaker 3: I just brought it from a second hand dealer. He
assures me that it contains a small fortune and one
hundred dollars banknotes. But Chuck, it looks like Never mind
what it looks like. STY should away someplace until I
can get hold of a locksmith. What did you find
out about the oil well?
Speaker 4: The well and the hill are owned by Delfas and
Oil Corporation. They quit it eight years ago. Right now
all of their operations are in Texas.
Speaker 3: Get hold of Bert Mayfair at police headquarters and tell
him I want him on hand when the locksmith opens
that briefcase.
Speaker 8: Okay, but Chuck, where did you really get it from?
Speaker 3: An ugly man in blue overalls was now swearing out
a warrant for my arrest. And I did my seven
o'clock news cast, and I told the listening public that
at the eleven o'clock program, I hope to have some
information that would break the airplane Christ's story wide open.
And I wasn't anywhere near as confident as I sounded.
I have expected to see the man in the levis
and a police officer waiting for me in the card
outside the studio, But the card was empty, so was
my office. Not even Kara was around to needle me
about the bragging I'd done over the air. So I
drove out to my apartment on Wiltshire. It was dark
by now. I un locked the door, went in before
I could snap on the walls, which somebody beat me
to it. I spun around and found the ugly man
in the blue overall standing across the room. This time
he had a gun in his hand.
Speaker 6: All right, mister Morgan, I'll take the briefcase now, the
conclusion of stand by for crime.
Speaker 3: Well, the guy wasn't pretending this time. The gun was
all he needed to give his face that ratty expression
that it came by so naturally. So it's you again,
rat face. What's the matter? Are you afraid the cops
would put your name on that word instead of mine?
Speaker 6: My time is short mister Morgan, hand over the briefcase.
Speaker 3: There's a smart remark. How am I going to hand
over something I haven't got?
Speaker 6: Then you'll tell me what you did with it? Will
or I will take measures to force you.
Speaker 3: To tell such are shooting me, I suppose, don't be
a jerk, Simpson or Simpson or whatever your name is.
Shooting me would mean you'd never find a briefcase.
Speaker 6: You're quite right. It'll be stupid of me to shoot you.
But there are other ways. Oh, in exactly one minute,
your telephone will ring. The man at the other end
will have some interesting information for you about missus Carol.
Speaker 3: Curtis about that one won't work either, pastor. I left
Carol at the studio fifteen minutes ago.
Speaker 6: Did you think, mister Morgan, was it before or after
your broadcast that you last saw missus Curtis that Simpson.
Speaker 3: If you touch that girl, I'll bring.
Speaker 6: You do nothing, mister Morgan, nothing at all. Leave upone alone.
This time I'm giving the orders. Hello, three four eighty six, right,
put on the line, very well, mister Morgan.
Speaker 3: Hello, Hello, Chuck, Chuck. Is that you Carol? Where are you?
Speaker 4: I can't tell you, Chuck, they'll kill me if I do.
Speaker 3: It was dirty album.
Speaker 8: It's no use, Chuck, you can never find me. Please
give them the briefcase, please, Chuck.
Speaker 3: Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, I'll give it to them. But
what about you.
Speaker 4: As soon as they have the briefcase, they let me go.
Speaker 3: They promised, they promised.
Speaker 4: Huh, listen, Chuck, it's important that I get away from
here so that I can give you that information you
asked me to get for you at City Hall this afternoon.
You want to know about that, don't you?
Speaker 3: Stood there holding the throne trying to get the numbness
out of my brain. He gradually came to me, Hall,
if Carol was so afraid of being killed, why didn't
she tell her captives where the briefcase was? It was
she would stage it away. Why did you keep reminding
me about the information she got in city Hall? She'd
already told me about that, And suddenly I had at
the oil well that's where she was being held prisoner.
She was trying to tell me by referring to the
information A smart girl, that lan secretary of mine. So
what I could still feel? Rat pases done prussed into
my back, and I thought of something. The phone I
was holding had an extension card on it. I'd had
it installed when I moved into the place because sometimes
I like to walk around or doing my telephoning. I
hung up slowly, my fingers curled around the heavy base
of the phone.
Speaker 6: Well, mister Mulligan, right, mister Simpson, walk.
Speaker 3: Well, buster, that takes care of you. The muster seemed
to be sleeping peacefully and deeply. I got a couple
of belts, buckled them around his arms and legs, and
foed them away in my bedroom closet for future reference.
Then I got into the car and headed for the
oil well. It was about eight fifteen when I turned
into the side road that skirted the base of the hill.
I'd parked at Giloppe and started up toward the summit
when the thought occurred to me that maybe I should
have had the police in on this. And looked like
it was going to be big stuff. But Carol was
up there and in trouble, and I hadn't had time
to do much thinking about anything else. As I got
up toward the top of the hill, I realized how
deserted the spot was. It was a strange feeling below
the lights of the Great sprawling city spread out endlessly
ahead the skeleton like framework of the well. There it was,
etched against the sky and ghostly silhouette. Then a figure
stepped in my path, and I caught a glint of steel.
I lunched forward, wrapped my arms around his legs. He
fell over my shoulder and I had him in a
firement's grip. I spun around in the gold. He landed
about ten feet down the slope and cracked his head
against a rock. Well that was number two. The next
one might not be so easy to handle. The well
shack was just ahead. Light streamed from beneath its star.
I stopped and considered the situation. I'd be crazy to
go budging, yet how would I Wasn't it the last
thing anyone would expect? Then the problem was solved for me.
The door opened and Carol Curtis that had framed against
the light.
Speaker 8: Carol, Hello, Chuck, is that you? We thought we heard someone?
Speaker 3: Carol was looking at me steadily, a look that told
me to watch myself.
Speaker 7: He come on in. I want you to meet someone.
Speaker 3: You're right, glama, pus.
Speaker 8: Oh, yes, I'm fine, Chuck.
Speaker 4: I want you to meet doctor Robert Burton he's an inventor.
Speaker 7: How do you do, mister Morgan? How do you do? Missus?
Curtis has been telling me about you, what an interesting
life you have. I've heard your broadcast many many times.
Speaker 3: Thanks.
Speaker 4: Doctor Burton was kind enough to untire me after that
other man left, But of course I had to promise
not to run away.
Speaker 3: Yeah. Sure, But what other man are you talking about?
Speaker 7: Or his name?
Speaker 4: I think is a snide or something like that.
Speaker 7: A dreadful person, really dreadful, not at all like Ivan, Ivan,
Ivan Stuka. He's a gentleman who pays me to stay
here and work on my invention.
Speaker 3: He pays me well too, Does this Ivan happen to
be a man with blonde hair who wears a hearing age.
Speaker 7: Yes, yes, indeed that's exactly who he is. It was
Ivan who repaired the derrick.
Speaker 3: Oh you know him, man, Yeah, a telephone acquins.
Speaker 4: Doctor Burdon has been telling me about his invention. How
about explaining it to Chuck Doctor Burdon.
Speaker 7: Well, I don't know. Ivan might object, and after all,
it is his money. But if Ivan doesn't know, it
won't make any difference. And Chuck would never tell anyone,
would you, Chuck?
Speaker 3: Cross my heart and hope to die. What kind of
an invention is.
Speaker 7: A doctor, Well, it's an electric current interceptor.
Speaker 3: Oh what o?
Speaker 7: Hey here and let me show you. This is a
small model. It looks like a pistol, doesn't it. You see?
I pointed at that electric bulb over there and puff.
The bulb is out.
Speaker 8: Quite a gadget, isn't it.
Speaker 3: Chuck? Yeah? Quite? How do you do a doct with
mirrors or something?
Speaker 7: Oh no, no, no, no, no, not adult. It took me
years to perfect his instrument. As a matter of fact,
if it hadn't been driving, I might never have succeeded.
Speaker 3: How's that? Well?
Speaker 7: You see, during the last war I got the idea,
but I had to have financing, and naturally I went
to the government. I thought they might be interested in
an invention that could put an airplane out of commission
merely by projecting a raid toward one of its motives.
Speaker 3: I should think they might. What happened, and.
Speaker 7: Mister Morgan, believe it or not, no one would listen
to me. Oh, I went by time and time again. Finally, well,
finally I became sick, and.
Speaker 4: Doctor Burton spent three years in a sanitarium ah, I.
Speaker 3: Say, and when you were released.
Speaker 7: Ivan, Yeah, Oh a fine man.
Speaker 3: Ivan.
Speaker 7: He felt that if I came up here to live
away from everybody, I could work on my invention undisturbed.
Ivn't arranged for the turning onto the power and the
telephone and just everything. I've been quite comfortable.
Speaker 3: When did you get this invention of yours working?
Speaker 7: We're about six weeks ago. Oh, I tell you it
was exciting. Ivan was most pleased.
Speaker 3: How did you test it out?
Speaker 6: Why?
Speaker 7: On a plane coming out of the airport. Of course,
that's why Ivan wanted me to come up here in
the first place. He said we'd have plenty of subjects
to work on.
Speaker 3: Oh.
Speaker 6: He was right to.
Speaker 7: Oh, I tell you it was a thrilling moment when
I put that first plane out of commission with me,
the tremendous crash.
Speaker 3: Yeah, I read about it, won't you worried about the passengers?
Worried the passengers.
Speaker 7: That's funny.
Speaker 3: I never thought of that. I'm bad Ivan did, particularly
the planes of which important them when the visials were writing.
By the way, doctor, I suppose you have the plans
of your invention down on paper.
Speaker 7: And that's a funny thing. I even keeps asking me
about it. Why should I put them down on paper
when they're all right here in my head?
Speaker 3: No reason to do, except if you ever wanted to
sell the I no, no, but I don't know should.
Speaker 7: I've had my experience that sort of thing, and no
one would listen to me, just as long as Ivan
would pay me.
Speaker 3: I'm going to stay right here and continue to blast
planes out of the sky.
Speaker 4: And does that seem quite right, doctor Burton? With all
those passengers aboard.
Speaker 7: Those passengers, it's funny. I never thought about them before.
I must do something about it, I really yeah.
Speaker 3: Well, in the meantime, doctor Burton, suppose you tell me.
Speaker 6: Just all right, Morgan, get your hands up.
Speaker 3: It's night.
Speaker 6: What's the doll?
Speaker 3: Well, well, if it isn't rat face and the gentleman
who rode down the.
Speaker 6: Hill, a more permanent face as a store for you,
my friend, doctor, what have you told these people?
Speaker 4: No?
Speaker 7: No, no, no, no, I even't know. You mustn't be displeased.
I merely told him about my invention.
Speaker 3: You fall.
Speaker 6: Now it will become necessary for me to dispose of
both of them.
Speaker 3: I bet that would break your heart. You're so unused
to killing people after our Only sixty eight died because
of that last crash.
Speaker 6: So two more won't make any difference, will it, mister Morgan.
Speaker 3: Except that you still don't know where the briefcase is.
Speaker 6: The secret of the ray gun is, I think, far
more important than the plants contained in the briefcase.
Speaker 3: You see what kind of a ratchet friend is, doctor,
He's going to murder Miss Curtis and me and then
continue to induce you to blastplanes out of the sky,
killing innocent paper.
Speaker 7: Yes, yes, I must do something about those passengers. I
simply must.
Speaker 6: And you suppose that we could rae you will continue
to experiment with the place I suggest, although will no
longer be funds to permit you to continue working.
Speaker 3: Are you a murderer?
Speaker 1: Of you?
Speaker 3: Doctor? Without your realizing that this man is an agent?
Speaker 6: Shut up, snipe, take care of the girl, all right, Morgan?
Speaker 3: This is it? Stopping A change would come over, Doctor Burton.
His voice had a commanding quality of vibrant and made
us all turn and stare at him. Ivan's gun was
still trained on me, but he turned his face to
watch the doctor. Snyder taken two steps toward Carroll and stopped.
Speaker 6: Drop that.
Speaker 7: From now on I'm giving the orders.
Speaker 3: Ivnant didn't answer. None of us did. But also what
was happening. Doctor Burton had his ray gun pointed at
the electric carrying aid on Ivan's head. I could see
the indecision on Ivan's face. He was wondering why they
could swing his gun away from me and get the
doctor in time to save himself. I could almost hear
the thoughts racing through his mind. He knew that doctor
Burton had suddenly had a change of heart. That he
Ivan didn't succeed in shooting the gun out of the
indented s hand, it would mean the ruination of all
his beautiful plans. It would mean the gas chamber for
himself at Snide. There was only one course open for him.
Speaker 7: Drop that gun. I said, I'll drop it.
Speaker 3: Carol and I got back to the studio on time
for the eleven o'clock broadcast. It made a good story.
Of course, everyone wanted to know about the ray gun.
But Ivan's bullet had entered the inventor's heart at the
precise instant the ray gun had sent Ivan to his
ancestors via the hearing aid. So the secret died with
doctor Burton. And all I know is what the doctor
had told me and what I saw. Yeah, sure, there
were plenty of skeptics. Even in this age of atomic
weapons and jet planes and radar projected electric impulses, a
lot of people weren't ready to accept ray guns. However,
if no more motors conk out after planes leave the airport,
it'll be pretty conclusive proofs that doctor Burden did invent
some sort of electric current intercepter. Well, anyway, time will
tell that story. There was one question that Carol wanted
to clear it up, so she caught me about it
at lunch the next day.
Speaker 7: Hmm, this chicken salad is delicious.
Speaker 3: I personally go for hamburgers.
Speaker 4: You can eat chicken salad for once and like it.
Like it, say, Chuck, there must have been some reason
why you were convinced that Ivan was a phony.
Speaker 3: As a matter of fact, it was. However, I'd rather not.
Speaker 7: Mention them, rather not mention it.
Speaker 3: But why rather not? That's all, Chuck Morgan, You tell
me no glamor pause. You might think me a modest
Oh Fiddley, d come on make with the words. Well,
if you insist, I do you remember when I first
met Ivan at a Poplin house. Yes, well, I explained
to him that I was Chuck Morgan newscaster kop Well, well,
he said he'd never heard of me.
Speaker 1: Welcome back.
Speaker 2: I actually enjoyed that episode quite a bit. Now, in
defense of Chuck's belief that the guy was a phony,
you have to keep in mind that he lives in
a world where, you know, practically everywhere they go, everybody's
heard the newscast.
Speaker 1: Everybody knows who he is.
Speaker 2: You know, even people hundreds of miles away that you
know he draws from me. He said, oh yeah, Chuck Morgan,
we've heard your newscast. And then to run into somebody
who says never heard of you, Well, I can understand
the suspicion. I mean, it would be like if you
if mister Keen came up to somebody and they said,
mister Keen, who never heard of a mister Keen, and
then you could just immediately say spy saboteur, because he is,
after all, the famous investigator. A neat trick with the
phone extension cord, and it does show that unfortunately, one
downside of our modern technology with bluetooth headsets and such
is it leaves us with less handy lethal weapons. You know,
in case we're being kidnapped by spies. Also, I think
this episode was a good illustration about what that listener
was emailing us last week when he talked about the
relationship between Shock and Carol, Because even though there are
things that we don't like about it from a modern perspective,
it's still pretty clear that he cares about her and
that she is a very intelligent, smart character who is
able to, you know, really play a good role in
the story and better than a lot of other female sidekicks.
You saw that in the way that she communicated the clue,
you know, quite cleverly and in a way that the
kidnappers wouldn't pick up on. And then you could also
see it in the way that Chuck rushed to a
rescue and only when he got there thought that he
should have called the police because he was in such
a hurry to save her, because he cared so much,
which is really state sweet, even if it's not particularly wise.
And all that, plus we get another appearance by Howard mcneir. Overall,
that's a nice that's a nice end. And I have
to say that despite some of the problems in the
series that I've overall enjoyed it. It's not been the
best series we played, but I've enjoyed it more than
some others, like that Strong Guy, and certainly we've had
some interesting discussion. I hope you've enjoyed it, and even
if you didn't, I hope you enjoy what we have
in store for you over the common weeks. All right, well,
that will actually do it for now. I do want
to thank our Patreon supporter of the day, and thank
you so much to Doug. Doug has been one of
our Patreon supporters since October twenty sixteen, and he's currently
supporting us at the Detective Sergeant level of seven dollars
and fourteen cents or more per month. Thanks so much
for your support, Doug. Next week we'll be back and
we'll be presenting an episode of a series we played previously,
but it's a newly circulated episode of Doctor Tim Detective.
And then tomorrow we'll be bringing you Rocky Jordan. In
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