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Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio.From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham.In a moment, we'll bring you this week's episode of Mr. and Mrs. North.
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Woodbury.The makers of Woodbury Facial Soap.The beauty soap made for the skin alone presents The Adventures of Mr. and Mrs. North.The Norths woke up one morning and discovered it was February.Pam said, Jerry, let's go to the dogs.
By all means, Jerry replied, where's the champagne?But that wasn't what Pam meant. She meant the dog show at the Uptown Garden.And after Jerry had said something about in leap year, woman proposes while man opposes.
After Pam had thrown a pillow at him, they got dressed and went to the dog.
Dogs.Aren't they adorable?
Uh-huh.I feel unnatural.On two legs, we're outnumbered.
I guess this isn't a good hour for visiting.
Oh, Jerry, what breed is that?
God bless you.What breed?
God bless you. Jerry, you're catching cold.
I'm not sneezing.That dog is a schnauzer.
Oh, you.Oh, look, Jerry, a great dane.Isn't he beautiful?Let's move on, dear.Why?
I think he thinks I'm a bone.
You're not afraid, are you, darling?
No, I just don't want to confuse him, make him neurotic.
All right, scaredy cat.Oh, Jerry, look.
That's a Yorkshire terrier.
I don't care.That dog's been to the movie.
Saw Veronica Lake and popped into her hairdo, huh?
I'm positive.The only thing is, this dog's overdoing it.It's got a peek-a-boo contraption in front of both eyes.
Darling, the Yorkshire Terrier's long, silky hair was developed along the upland moors. Protects it from the rain and wind.
Don't show off, dear.You've read a book.Oh, this one's cute.
That French poodle?He looks as if a landscape gardener has worked him over.
Oh, he's very distinguished-looking.You see, he understands me.
I've seen lawns better clipped than that. The tag here says he is champion Peter Cavalier.
Did you also know he belonged to, let's see, La Contes de la Porte?
Oh, I can just see myself now walking down Madison Avenue with Peter on the leash.
Uh-huh.And I would bow to you and kiss your hand.
And I would say, Contes, you have the most beautiful dog I have ever seen.There is nothing in the world I would love more than to pat your dog sometimes, Contes.
Not another word, Countess.
Jerry, there's somebody breathing down the back of my neck.
Huh?That's right.Hey, you, stop breathing down the back of her neck.I'm doing it only in the line of duty, pal.
Jerry, there's somebody right behind you.
No, friend, don't pain around.Introductions later.Hey, what is this?This is a snatch. You are acquainted with the term, Countess?
Keep your voice low, little lady.Otherwise Sam, who ain't poking you in the ribs with no crow spin, will have to shoot you.
The duke knows the words, Countess.
But I'm not a... Let us leave the dogs.
Come on.Jerry... Look, there's been some mistake here.One little funny move and you'll be making a mistake.Walk, nice and quiet, out the front door, both of you. That's right.Otherwise comes the heist, and they'll be carrying you out nice and quiet.
Anyway, it's a nice car.Thank you, Countess.
Did we or did we not hear that gent sitting next to you call you countess?
He did, but Jerry was only joking.
Some joke, uh-uh.She's my wife.You the count?Of course not.Then the little lady ain't your wife.Oh, wait a minute.
Duke, if you... Yeah?Are you really a duke?
That's the way it is with Pam.Sure.Only she's got a couple of million iron men in the bank.I ain't. My estate was impoverished.The Duke knows the words.
I'm supposed to be French if I'm the Countess, but I'm not.
Well, you can hear me talk, can't you?I speak English, don't I?Just like you.
You speak like us? Duke, she sounds like a foreigner to me, she does.If she's the Countess, what am I supposed to be?
There is a word for it.The Duke knows... Quiet, Sam.The word is gigolo.Jig... Me?
Why, you... Relax there, dancing pomps, or I'll give you a revolver pull.
Jerry, please.Now, we are all men of the world here, ain't we?Except, of course, the Countess.
I mean that. As I was saying, the Countess is young.She is beautiful.Why, Duke.She is a babe with plenty of bread pudding.The Count, on the other hand, is broke.He is on the shabby side of gentility.
So he collects stamps, while the Countess collects... Gigolos.You are one of them.A very fine specimen.My congratulations, Countess.
Listen, mister, don't get so excited.It's good work if you can get it.
Hey, boss, boss, we're leaving town.We gotta decide.
Yeah, thanks for reminding me.
What do you have to decide?
Well, you see, Countess Original, we didn't figure on snatching more than one.You.Circumstances made us grab off the boyfriend, too.The question is, what do we do with him?
You'll just have to take him along with me.
Hey, Duke, I think we ought to chill him.
He looks like a nice guy.Yeah, but Duke, we got to feed the kidnap victim.We just ain't got enough of brown stamps for two of them.You got something there.All right.
Oh, but you don't have to do that.Brown stamps are for meat, and Jerry's a vegetarian.
Oh.What do you say, Sam?Well, in case he wants to eat grass, let him live.Yeah, well, that was sweet.
Besides, it'll kind of keep the little lady's mind occupied.In a kind of way, you could call it almost a second honeymoon.
Good grief, where are we going?Niagara Falls?
Ah, the old homestead.Here we are.Yeah.Ain't it beautiful?
If you took our blindfolds off, maybe we could appreciate it, too.
We'd learn to love it.We couldn't have you see where we was taking you.Why not?Maybe you wouldn't have liked the place.Then we would have had to shoot you.Can we take them off now?Go ahead.Keep them covered, Sam.Like a tent, Duke.
There. That's better.Oh, gollies, it's dark.Who put the lights out?
Lady, we are in a country where the only lights is the stars.That duke.
I prefer lamppost.Is that landslide in Old Stucco the homestead?
Lady, maybe the joint looks like a wreck, but I'll tell you, it not only looks like a wreck... Yeah, it is a wreck.
Custom must have made his last stand around here.
If you don't like the accommodation, Sam will be glad to donate a little lead to you.
Never mind, he needs it more than I do.I mean, shall we go in?Proceed.
Wait a minute, goon.The countess goes first.Why?Nobles oblige.Why?That freely translated means oblige the nobles.Countess, you first.
Thank you very much. Very much.
Gee.You know, Duke, that noblest oblige stuff ain't so bad.No?No.Not when a babe like the Countess leads the parade. Ah, that was a nice dinner.Yeah, it sure... No, you don't, Gigolo.
Oh, don't you hit Jerry's wrist with that gun.
Well, I warned him not to reach for no meat.Sorry, I forgot myself.Yeah.Hey, I thought you was a vegetarian.I am.No.Well, no meat.
Okay.Pass me another head of lettuce.
Thanks.Now, Countess, the time has come when business has got to be discussed.We've got to get sorted.
You can do that with practically no effort.
Thank you, Countess.Now, we know the Count ain't got no dough.You've got it.So we brung along a check.You sign the check, we force the Count to cash it, and then he bails you out.What could be simpler?
You could just let us go.
Countess, the time for idle banter is past.But he isn't the Countess.
Luke, I told you we should have chilled him even if he ain't no meat-eater.
Jerry's right.I... Can't sign that check.
Maybe your hand is numb?Well, no, but... You sign this check for 50 grand or you and the boyfriend will both get numb all over and permanent.
Well, I... Jerry, you think he means it?
All right.Give it to me.I'll sign it.Oh, I see you've got a whole checkbook.
Yeah, we're careful.We don't want no typographical errors.Sign it, baby.
Pen?Take mine.It's got a lifetime guarantee.Thank you.
Let me see.But Countess, you signed this Pamela North.That ain't gonna get us 50 grand.
It'll be a name on a tombstone first thing you know.Sign that check, Isabel de la Porte or the lifetime guarantee on you runs out.If you insist.I insist.
I thought you would.I hope you like my handwriting.
Let me see. Countess, I got $50,000 worth of lichen for it.Sam, take him upstairs and lock him up.I'm going back to contact the Count, inform him about the snatch, and tomorrow morning we begin to live on our income.Good night, Countess.
Noblesse oblige to you too, Duke.
That's right, Countess.Noblesse oblige.So please go upstairs peaceful and oblige, or no more noblesse.
Not a chance.One of Duke's ancestors must have been a little peculiar.
What do you mean?Oh, iron bars on the window.
I'm dear Sam of the door.I think we'll stay.
We are in a jam, aren't we?
Well, there's a bed in the room.We can sleep anyway.
Jerry, what are we going to do?
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that signature.They won't give you more than ten years or so for forgery.And I'll be waiting for you at the prison gate.
That isn't what I meant, darling.
When they find out, and they'll have to as soon as they try to cash that check, that I'm not really the Countess... They'll kiss us goodbye.Oh, no, Jerry.Not when we could be witnesses against them.
I'm afraid, darling.Well, maybe in the morning, when... Somehow, Jerry, I could wish that morning were a... a long way off.
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Yes, darling? Turn that rooster off.
You turn it off, it's on your side.Hmm?Well, what did you say?
I said turn the... Uh-oh.Somebody swiped our furniture.
Not to mention the house.Darling, we're staying with the Duke.
I'm the King of England.What?I remember.
Uh-huh.The Duke should be back from town any moment.
Knowing that I'm not really the countess.
Well, it's his mistake, not ours.We told him.
That isn't going to help much.
Convenient going to bed in your clothes.You don't have to dress.Pam, come here.
This window looks out over the road.
With a distinguished-looking man.
Uh-huh, and the Duke is showing him in.They came on that roadster.
Foreign make Jerry that man's the count they snatched him to looks that way But I don't know good morning Carlos morning slippery feet as Sam Tell me does that revolver grow from your hand.Well, it's a nice thought.Oh
Come on down, the Duke's got company.
We, uh... I don't really feel like entertaining just now.We'll just stay here.
Nothing to do and you'll go down.After all, it's about time the Countess met the Count.Now, right through that door, that's a good girl.Come on, you too, smooth hair.We'll find our way.
Same.Somebody maybe followed me out here.Go on outside and keep a lookout.Okay, Duke.Now, Count, is that the Countess or ain't it?
My dear lady, may I apologize for this boor's stupidity.May I also assure you that if it weren't for the fact that already I'm married, nothing would delight me more than to make you my Countess.
Very sweet of you, but... Then she ain't the Countess.
When this ruffian here held me up and asked me to cash this check, I knew at once a mistake had been made.The signature is obviously not my wife's.All right, tear it up.With pleasure, sir.There, there.
Take it easy, Count.I wouldn't like you to die too quick.You two north, sit down. So we made a mistake.
The lady resembles my wife somewhat, but that's all.
I was never married to her, so I can't tell.Sam!
Well, now that everything's been cleared up, we can all go home.
I ain't so sure.We're liable for the rap even if we snatch the wrong thing.
Well, what's up, Duke?She ain't the countess. And are you sure the guy with the mustache is the count?
Yeah, him I seen before.Sleepy fingered him for me.
So we got three boys, huh?And none of them can sing.You might say three little bonds and no dividends.Yeah, but what do we do now?Close the books?Now look here.Sit down, rotten souls, or I'll do it now.Jerry.I suggest we talk this over calmly.
After all, why kill us?No talk, no rap.On the other hand, come over here, Sam. Now you three are covered, so behave.Okay, Duke, what do you think?
What do you think they're going to do?
Hard to tell.I do not think they will kill us.You see, in a way, I am a goose.
Oh, well, I mean, if they kill me, they can never try to kidnap my wife again.I think they like the golden eggs, so they will do nothing.I hope you're right about their bird loving habits.
Gents and the lady, me and Sam have just been in conference.Speech, speech.
Order in the court.What am I saying?
Shut up, punk.Permit me to continue.We loused up this snatch good. Whose fault it was, we ain't for the moment interested in.But the snatch was loused up.
So, on account of we invested our time and abilities, while you guys been inconvenienced a little, I figure we're even.Bravo!Thanks.Anyways, we're gonna let you go.
We're gonna blindfold you, a mere necessity of business, drive you back in the count's heap, and let you go free when we hit the city.An equitable proposal.My words exactly.
We ain't sore at you on account of the little lady ain't no countess, and you shouldn't ought to be sore at us on account of we're returning you to your loved ones safe and sound.The Duke knows the words.Like the poet says, let bygones be bygones.
Ah, it's pleasant to get these blindfolds off.Uh-huh.I dare say that's the last we'll ever see of Sam and the Duke, fading down that suburban road in their own car.I'm just as pleased.
But there's something that worries me.Count de la Porte.Madame?When the Duke showed you this check I signed, you knew it wasn't your wife's signature.
So you told the Duke that they must have kidnapped the wrong person.But there should have been another reason why you knew that.
I, uh, do not understand.
The Countess?Pam means... Since the Countess wasn't kidnapped, she should have been home with you last night.Oh.Oh, that.
Well, you don't know the Countess, my lovely wife, Mr. and Mrs. North.She's never home.Sometimes weeks pass and I don't hear of her.
Still, the kidnappers knew that she was to be at the dog show.That means she is in town.
That is a subject I do not care to discuss.
Can I drop you at your home?No, I wish you'd do us a favor, Count.Stay on this street a few blocks more.I'll tell you where to stop.Of course.Some friends?No, Count.Some police? Pam, you and the Count stay in the car.I'll be out in a moment.
Your husband, he's very athletic.
He used to play football.Count, I'm worried about your wife.
I gave that up years ago.
For all we know, those gangsters may be after her this very minute.Oh, there's Jerry.He's got Sergeant Mullins with him.
Well, what do you know about that?Kidnapped you, eh?They should have held on to you.I would have paid them myself regularly.
Hello, Sergeant Mullins.This is Count de la Porte.
How do you do?You're lucky.What do you mean?
Usually, when the Knights bring them in, they're dead.Mullins, we've all been worrying about the whereabouts of the Countess.That's why I got you out here.Heck, I don't know where she is.But you see, I think I do.
Try the rumble seat of this roadster, Mullins.
Oh, he's mad.I don't like this.
Any objections?If there ain't nothing there, why... You, you, you may do so.Why, thank you.Just take a minute.Jerry, you think she's... Shh.
Okay, Mr. Knoth, I looked.And, of course, you found nothing.
Not exactly, Count.Matter of fact, your wife is in that rumbled seat.And she's dead. Well, he's as guilty as he can be.There's not one iota of doubt about the motive.
Please, Mullins, please.I've got something to say.The guy killed his wife in Earl Fryford.I don't think he did.
But darling, it was his car.
He would have been a fool to hide it there.Count, you've got one chance.What chance have I got?A full confession.
I thought you said he didn't kill her.
Mr. North, I did not murder.No, but you still have a confession to make.You hired Duke and Sam to kidnap your wife. You agreed to split the ransom money with them, didn't you?$25,000 for you, $25,000 for them.
Because you had no money, you had to go to your wife for money all the time, and so you thought you'd get some this way.Am I right?I say nothing.I can prove it.
First, those gangsters didn't blindfold you when they brought you to the hideout this morning.
That's right, darling.We saw him from the window.
Which proves you were in on the kidnap plot.Secondly, and more important, Those gangsters didn't try to cash the check Pam signed on your own unsupported word.Why should they believe you?
When you said Pam was not the countess, they believed you again.Why?I deny everything.Better not.Otherwise, you'll go to the chair for murder instead of the jail for fraud.You've one chance.You better take it.All right, I confess.
I confess to the plot, but I did not kill her.Of course not. Well, you've got to help.Oh, there's only one way we can get proof against the murderers.We've got to release the count.We've got to announce that he's been cleared of a murder.
And Mullins, we mustn't say a single solitary word about his complicity in the kidnapping plot.
Because if we do, our trap won't catch a killer.
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Count de La Porte, according to the New York police, has been fully cleared of guilt in connection with the murder of his wife, the Countess Isabella de La Porte.
Turn that guy off, Sam.He knows too much.Okay, Duke.That is very good news, Sam.Just like we figured.They can't pin the killin' on the count.
So we play the parlay, huh?Geez, good liquor the count keeps.Ah, that must be the count now.
Answer the door, Sam.The butler is unconscious in the cellar.
Certainly, me lord.Oh, hello, Carlisle.I'm so sorry.
Duke?Yeah, and that ain't Carlisle.
A pleasant surprise, Count.Take your coat off.What do you want?The Count is a real man of business, ain't he, Sam?Okay, pal, listen.Now that Countess is dead, you inherit the dough, right?I suppose so.We take half, or maybe two-thirds.You're crazy.
Otherwise, we go tell the cops all about how you hired us to kidnap your wife. Then, they will reconsider your being innocent about knocking her up.Because, on account of if you're such a low character you would kidnap her, you must have killed her.
But I did not!It would be a cinch to convince a jury.Well then, then you kill her yourself.Sure.Why try for 25 grand when we can make a million?Out of you. Sure.Sam dumped the body into the rumble seat when we was discussing life for the North.
But if you had really kidnapped the Countess, why did you also kidnap the North?
For witnesses tying you to the kidnap plot.Otherwise, who would believe us poor bums against your word? This way, you're tied to us.So you better prepare to share the wealth.
The Duke knows the words.
Keep your hands up.Who brung the jambons?My husband.Isn't he cute?
Oh, Duke, I told you we should have killed that guy.Besides, I bet he even eats meat.
A little while, darling. Oh, the poor Countess.
Poor Count?He's going to spend a long time in jail.
It was very clever of you to figure out the double-cross that Duke and Sam were playing.
No gangster would ever make a mistake in identification as Duke and Sam pretended they had.Not when it was a $50,000 snatch they were planning.
Well, they certainly swiped the wrong witnesses.Oh, you're so smart, darling.
I wonder just how good a gigolo you would make if I were really a Countess.
Well, you know what they get paid for, don't you?
Maybe, but I'll bet that isn't the word the Duke would have had for it.
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Welcome back.This was interesting because the key to the solution was that the criminals were not as dumb as they appeared, which is an interesting idea particularly for a comedy mystery series.
I think you could be forgiven for most of the runtime for thinking that the criminals had just been written way too dumb.But they were actually smarter than they seemed in working a more elaborate and treacherous scheme.Well, at least the Duke was.
I mean, he did have the words. All right, well now we turn to listener comments and feedback.And regarding the episode, The North by a Letter, Saisoff quotes the story, My Poetry Stings.As a wannabe guitarist and songwriter, I can identify with that.
Well, I think a lot of people who might have some artistic aspirations, but not really the talent to pursue it, can relate to the villain of that episode, whether they would admit it out loud or not.
But thankfully, most of them don't turn to blackmail. Thanks for the comment, Saisov.Well, now it is time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day, and I want to go ahead and thank Sergei.
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It was even a big horse trough in front of the hotel. I stopped for a moment to take a look at it, and that was my first mistake.Suddenly, I heard a crowd going down on me.
Come on, let's get him.Hey, look at him, a real dude.Ah, lay off him.This is kid stuff.What do you mean, lay off of him?You know the Frontier Week rules.Hey, look, look, what's this all about?Come on, mister, off with your shirt.My shirt?
Now, just a minute.I have the rules, partner.Anybody on the street without a 10-gallon hat during Frontier Week gets dunked in the horse trough.Yeah, well, look, I just got into town.How am I supposed to know the rules?
Well, this is one good way of finding them out, stranger.
Anybody want to sell me a 10-gallon hat quick?I hope you'll be with us then.In the meantime, send your comments to box13 at greatdetectives.net.From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.
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