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The Craddock Case

The Lucky Strike Dance Hour

Manhattan Patrol: The Craddock Case 

Jun 21 1932



CAST:

RADIO-CAR VOICE

BARRY RUDD

MACK

HENRI

FRANK

BRADINI

MR. CRADDOCK

MRS. CRADDOCK

INSPECTOR, of New York police

JOYCE

VOICE, of rough guy

PREFECT, of Paris police

JACQUES, French detective

DETECTIVE, French 

plus BIT PARTS and VOICES, of servants at the Craddock mansion, of Joyce's friends at a party, and of Henri's friends at a French inn.

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CHARACTERS:


BARRY RUDD: Star New York City Detective...Wealth of background and success gets him all kinds of different and difficult cases....In early forties and wrapped up in his work....Thorough in detail, but can flash into action....Confidence and command even in quieter shadings of voice....A general American voice in contrast to Mack's New Yorkese accent. (CONTINUING CHARACTER)


MACK: Barry's loyal but impatient pal...Blustery and roughish and emotion-expressing in contrast to Rudd. New Yorkese accent...Must contrast with Barry because in many of these dramas listeners will learn of clues through conversation of Barry and Mack. (CONTINUING CHARACTER)


HENRI, "THE MARQUIS" A character of characters...A prized butler in rich American families and a master criminal in the Police Books of Paris....Must have masterful, flexible confident voice of a leader in contrast to the piping snarling voice of "the Jockey"...The same perfect poise whether he is ingratiating himself with rich old ladies or planning with his gang to rob them, or mock them or murder them....And a charm that was irresistible to the ladies....In the late thirties.


FRANK, "THE JOCKEY" Born in Marseilles but brought up on English island of Malta...A slight English lilt in contrast to Henri's slight French lilt...A thin scratchy voice to go with his under size and nickname of "the Maltese Cat"....Not Cockney


MR. CRADDOCK: Aristocrat of New York bankers....Virile strong-minded in spite of his 69 years.


MRS. CRADDOCK: Also an aristocrat....In sixties...Subject to heart attacks.


JOYCE: Henri's girl....American girl....


BRADINI: Member of Henri's gang....slight Italian accent.


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(NOTE: These characters have very few lines and can be doubled, especially in servant mob effect.)


NEW YORK INSPECTOR

PREFECT OF PARIS POLICE

FRENCH DETECTIVE

VOICES OF CRADDOCK SERVANTS

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(SIGNATURE -- POLICE SIREN FADES IN AND OUT)


RADIO-CAR VOICE: All....Police Cars......Stand by.....All.....Police cars....Stand by....The Mysterious Craddock Case....A real case.....Real people....Real Clues......Real Places....Direct from New York Police Headquarters --- investigated by Tom Curtin --- authenticated by Police Commissioner Edward P. Mulrooney.


LUCKY STRIKE MAGIC CARPET.....Proceed at once....To room on Ninth Avenue.....Manhattan -------


(POLICE SIREN FADES IN AND OUT)


SCENE ONE: A ROOM ON NINTH AVENUE.


(DOOR SUDDENLY THROWN OPEN)


HENRI: (WITH CONFIDENT LAUGH OF A MAN WHO HAS OUTWITTED ANOTHER MAN) Ha, ha.....So there you are, little Frankie!


FRANK: What's the matter? Why did you open the door so quick before I could knock?


HENRI: To see whether your ear or your eye was at the keyhole.


FRANK: But...but Henri, you didn't hear me?


HENRI: No, not a sound...But I felt you.....(SHARPER TONE) Come in. (DOOR CLOSES) Sit down...I've got work tonight for a cat like you. 


FRANK: I'm a jockey, not a cat.


HENRI: Your friends call you the Maltese Cat behind your back.


FRANK: (CHALLENGING SNARL) Who?....Who calls me a Maltese cat? Because I growed up on the island of Malta, is that it?


HENRI: Never mind....Thank Buddha, you're a cat, not an elephant...Not one sou would I pay tonight for the biggest elephant in the world....But -- if my Maltese cat will crawl just where I tell him to crawl -- well --


FRANK: Come on, Henri, come on an' speak out....Where's the mansion we are going to crack into?


HENRI: Off Washington Square....


FRANK: Who lives there?


HENRI: John Craddock.


FRANK: (SURPRISED) You mean Craddock, the banker?


HENRI: Yes.


FRANK: But that house is guarded with extra heavy doors and locks and bolts and iron spear fences....I looked it over many's the time an' decided I could never bust it.


HENRI: You are right...You couldn't.


FRANK: An' how are you goin't to move around in there without havin' an alarm yelled out a window on yer. There's a flock of servants.


HENRI: (SUAVE CONFIDENT CLICK) Eight, to be exact...And Mr. and Mrs. Craddock total ten.


FRANK: An' not one of 'em's to get out or we're dished....It's a huge house....Front door, back door, basement door an' skylight to roof --- awl to guard.


HENRI: You add nothing to my information.


FRANK: But there's only three of us.


HENRI: You will wish there were only two, or maybe one when the time comes to divide the profits.


FRANK: But just how are three of us goin' to pull such a big job?


HENRI: Have faith in my genius, Frankie....And, tomorrow afternoon we stroll serenely from the Craddock mansion with a rajah's ransom in jewels.


FRANK: (INCOMPREHENSIBLY) Tomorrow afternoon?


HENRI: Yes. A leetle after one o'clock.


FRANK: Not a chance....Why, there'll be a couple of thousand people in the park right across the way. We can never do the Craddock mansion in the daylight!


HENRI: (SMOOTH TONE OF INVINCIBLE ASSURANCE) Nevertheless, that is precisely what we shall do...We go before dawn and hide....Many hours we hide.


FRANK: But how are we going to get in?


HENRI: (BUOYANTLY) Ah, that is why I select the Maltese cat....Frankie, you know the little round iron cover on the sidewalk in front of each house?


FRANK: Yuh mean the cover they takes off when they're puttin' in coal?


HENRI: Yes...Tomorrow morning at four o'clock I lift the coal cover and the cat will go down the chute...Then I put back the cover.


FRANK: (AMAZED) But you cawn't get the cover off in the first place. There's a rope from the inside of the cover that runs down the curved chute and's tied to a staple in the cellar.


HENRI: (SIGNIFICANTLY) But the Craddock cover will lift up.


FRANK: How do you know it will?


HENRI: Because I cut the rope myself yesterday when the men were putting in coal!


FRANK: Well, I'll be blowed!


HENRI: And so, at four o'clock tomorrow morning -- when the streets are most quiet and the night most dark -- you and I will be at the coal chute! (SLOWLY) At four, in the morning!


SOUND INTERLUDE: (FOUR MEASURED STROKES OF CLOCK BELL)


SCENE TWO: AT THE COAL HOLE.


(VOICES OF CAUTION BUT DISTINCT...NOT WHISPERED)


HENRI: Not a person in sight, Frankie...Not even a milkman.


FRANK: Here's hopin' a copper don't come round the corner...Which coal cover is it?


HENRI: One...two...three...Here, this one.


FRANK: I've got the screwdriver...I'll pry her up and slide her back.


HENRI: Bon...And I'll be getting out the grease.


(LOW GRATING SOUND OF IRON COAL COVER AGAINST CEMENT SIDEWALK.)


FRANK: Good....It comes.


HENRI: (WARNINGLY) Quiet...Quiet...Quick now and I'll smear the grease on your shoulders.


FRANK: (UNEASILY) The hole looks too small...


HENRI: Not for a Maltese cat....Courage....(QUICKER PACE) No, no, no...Do not go foot first...Go head first.


FRANK: But suppose I get jammed where the chute curves?


HENRI: You won't...Put your hands in front as to dive and I push your feet with my stick....And here is the skeleton key.


FRANK: Goodbye, Henri...Be sure to push hard on my heels....All right...I'm off. (MUFFLED) Push...push...


HENRI: (WITH SATISFACTION) Bon!


(LOW GRATING SOUND OF COVER BEING DRAWN BACK OVER COAL HOLE)


SOUND INTERLUDE: (A MILK WAGON RATTLING DOWN SILENT STREET WITH HORSES' HOOFS CLEAR ON ASPHALT IN SLOW TROT...FADE IN....FULL....FADE OUT .....


SCENE THREE: PARK OPPOSITE CRADDOCK HOUSE.


HENRI: (FADING IN) That you, Bradini?


BRADINI: Si, did-a little Frankie get-a through the coal chute?


HENRI: Yes...More than one half hour ago...We must watch sharp now for the signal. You have the masks?


BRADINI: Here they are!


HENRI: Bon!


BRADINI: And the jewels -- you are sure they are there?


HENRI: (RIPPLING CONFIDENCE) Ha...Do not worry...They are in the house.


BRADINI: But perhaps the best-a-jewels are hidden away so we no can find them....Maybe we better grab-a- the silver .....


HENRI: The jewels are hidden away...Hidden so well no thief could ever find them. (PROUDLY) But Henri, the Marquis, will find them very queeck!


BRADINI: (EXCITED) Look-a....Look-a....the light...the light!


HENRI: The signal light...it come...it go...Now we know Frankie has made open the basement door...Ready....Cross the street...Remember, not a sound once we are inside....


BRADINI: Right-a, boss...I stay-a close to you..


HENRI: Yes, keep close to me from the basement down into the cellar...There we hide until I give the word at one o'clock thees aftairnoon.


BRADINI: One o'clock? Why do we have to wait so long?


HENRI: (SOFT TRACE OF A LAUGH) One o'clock...You shall see..(EVEN SPACING OF WORDS) The perfeck hour! The hour when all the servants will be together -- eating lunch -- in their dining room!


SOUND INTERLUDE


SCENE FOUR: SERVANTS DINING ROOM IN CRADDOCK HOME.


(EFFECT TO BE PRODUCED IS OF EIGHT SERVANTS OF BOTH SEXES ASSEMBLING IN THEIR DINING ROOM AT ONE O'CLOCK FOR THE MIDDAY MEAL...TALK AND JOKES AND LAUGHTER AS THEY PULL UP CHAIRS TO TABLE.


MALE VOICE: I'm glad we're having roast beef today. I'm hungry.


FEMALE VOICE: Pass the celery, Walter....


FEMALE VOICE: I'm in luck with the weather this time...It's the rest of the day off for me.


MALE VOICE: (LAUGHS) Ha, ha, ha...I heard a funny one last night.


(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)


HENRI: (SNAPPING COMMANDS WITH PRECISION) Up with your hands...(WOMAN SCREAMS) Shut up! (SERVANTS QUIET DOWN) Back-up there against the wall, all of you!


FRANK: I'll run me mitts over the men and see whether they have any guns, Chief.


HENRI: Bon! Bradini, help Frankie to search these charming people.


BRADINI: Si, boss!


HENRI: Not one person missing. It was very nice of you to all be here when we call.


FRANK: They're all O.K. Chief -- not a gat in the outfit.


HENRI: Bon! Now we will escort our guests into the wine-room.


FRANK: Come on, you blokes -- make it snappy!


BRADINI: Come on - come on - get a move on!


(EIGHT SERVANTS MOVE MUMBLING THROUGH REAR DOOR OF DINING ROOM)


(DOOR SLAMS)


HENRI: Frankie, come with me -- upstairs fast to the library.


FRANK: (WHISPERED FADE) Right, Chief.


HENRI: (WHISPERED FADE OUT) Quiet...Stay close to me.


(DISTINCT PAUSE...ACTION RESUMES UPSTAIRS)


MRS. CRADDOCK: I feel better today, John...My heart seems stronger...


MR. CRADDOCK: (SYMPATHY AND LOVE FOR WIFE IS THE MAINSPRING OF HIS LIFE) My dear, that's the best news in the world for me...


MRS. CRADDOCK: All that I want, John, is to get well, so we can have a few more happy years together....


MR. CRADDOCK: (CHEERILY) We'll have them, dear....Now don't overtire yourself too soon.


MRS. CRADDOCK: (SCREAMS IN TERROR) John! Oh, John!


HENRI: (CRACK OF COMMAND) Put up your hands, Mistaire Craddock!


MRS. CRADDOCK: John...John...Don't fight them....Do what they say or they will kill you.


FRANK: We sure will....Keep your hands up, mister.


HENRI: Queeck..Frankie---I'll press the gun into his back...Search him---take his key-ring.


(MRS. CRADDOCK SOBS) (FRANKIE AD LIBS SEARCH)


FRANK: No gun on him, chief....but here's his watch an' his wallet.


CRADDOCK: (EXASPERATION) Now will you take that pistol out of my back....


MRS. CRADDOCK: Oh, John...Oh, John, what's he going to do to me?


FRANK: I want them earrings...Hold still an' I won't hurt yuh.


MRS. CRADDOCK: (MOANS...THEN PLEADS) Oh, please, please...Take the money and the watches, but these old earrings belonged to my Mother....


FRANK: (WITH SATISFACTION) There...one of 'em off!


CRADDOCK: You brute! You --


MRS. CRADDOCK: Oh, please don't take my earrings...Please....


HENRI: (SNAP) Take one| Leave her one! ..(VOICE SHIFT) Now get up, Madame. (ACCENT SECOND SYLLABLE) March her downstairs...And you...Mistaire Craddock, march!


CRADDOCK: Keep your dirty hands off my wife, you cowards!


HENRI: (UGLY TONE FOR FIRST TIME) Enough from you...Go downstairs, queeck...or I kill you.


MRS. CRADDOCK: We'll go...We'll go...Come, John, please.


(THE FOUR MOVE DOWNSTAIRS)


FRANK: (GRUFFLY) Step along...step along.


MRS. CRADDOCK: (BREATHING HARD) I can't go any faster....I...


CRADDOCK: (DESPERATELY) In heaven's name can't you see my wife's an invalid?


HENRI: Do not stop...March to the back basement, where you have the big vault to store so many precious wines.


(PAUSE) (SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS)


(OPENS ORDINARY DOOR TO BACK BASEMENT)


SERVANTS: (AD LIB MEDLEY) Oh, Mr. Craddock...Oh, Mrs. Craddock.


CRADDOCK: So you've rounded up all the servants, too, have you?


HENRI: Just a precaution, Mr. Craddock! Bradini, you have taken all their keys?


BRADINI: Cleaned 'em, boss.


HENRI: Bon! The key to the vault...give it to me...There...(A-PLAY-TO-THE-GALLERY NOTE COMING MOMENTARILY INTO VOICE) And now -- (PUTS KEY IN COMBINATION) The key turns...ah...the door is open!


CRADDOCK: Why didn't you say you were after my wines?


HENRI: (SUPERIOR LAUGH) Oh, no, no...We leave all the wines to you...(COMMAND) Now march in there, all of you!


SERVANTS &

CRADDOCK: (INVOLUNTARY GASPS OF HORROR)


(GANG COMMANDS FOLLOW RAPIDLY ONE ON ANOTHER)


FRANK: (ROUGHLY) Get in there smart, or we'll shoot you and throw you in...


BRADINI: Move-a...Move-a


SERVANTS: (PROTEST IN TERROR BUT ARE DRIVEN BACK INTO VAULT UNTIL ONLY CRADDOCK AND WIFE LEFT OUTSIDE TO FACE FOUR GUNMEN)


HENRI: (PUNCH) You also, Mr. Craddock...into the vault! And you, Madame!


CRADDOCK: Good God, man, you're not going to lock us all in there?


HENRI: Get in there, both of you.


CRADDOCK: (LAST DITCH STAND) But this vault is concrete and steel...It's air-tight...You're murdering ten of us if you put us in there....


HENRI: Get in...Get in...


MRS. CRADDOCK: Mercy...I beg you on my knees...


CRADDOCK: This is fiendish...Two hours in there and we'll all be dead....


MRS. CRADDOCK: Rob the house...But have mercy...(FALTERING) Mercy...


CRADDOCK: My wife is an invalid..I appeal to you in the names of your own mothers...


FRANK: (TAKING HOLD OF MRS. CRADDOCK) Come on, can't waste any more time....Get up off your knees, get....


HENRI: Throw them in....Queeck!


(MR. AND MRS. CRADDOCK ARE THROWN AMID LAST DESPERATE INCOHERENT PROTESTS INTO THE VAULT)


(SLAM OF HEAVY METALLIC DOOR...MUFFLING ALL PROTESTS...VERY SHORT PAUSE...TO GIVE FULL EFFECT OF DOOR HAVING CLOSED.)


HENRI: (SHARP COMMAND IN WHICH IS MINGLED NOTE OF SATISFACTION OF WORK WELL DONE) Bon!...Now to work...Follow me!


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(POLICE SIREN)


RADIO VOICE: What hope ....For ten prisoners...In air-tight vault...Just who is....This mysterious Henri?.......Stand by...Lucky Strike Dance Hour....To unravel an almost perfect crime.


(POLICE SIREN) ...


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[BREAK]


(POLICE SIREN FADES IN AND OUT)


RADIO-CAR VOICE: ALL...Police cars....Standy by.....All....Police cars.....Standy by....The Mysterious Craddock Case.....Lucky Strike Magic Carpet.....Proceed at once....To Detective Barry Rudd's apartment.....


(POLICE SIREN FADES IN AND OUT)


SCENE FIVE: BARRY RUDD'S APARTMENT IN MANHATTAN


(FAST-MOVING, AS DETECTIVES PREPARE TO RUSH OUT ON CASE)


MACK: Where are we heading for, Barry?


BARRY: John Craddock's home...fast as I can throw my clothes on.


MACK: You mean that old banker who likes you?


BARRY: Right....Bandits rounded up him and his wife, and all the servants....Locked them in the air-tight wine vault...(VOICE SHIFT) Pull me a shirt out of that drawer, will you?....Then they looted the house and made a get-away....


MACK: How about the crowd in the vault?


BARRY: They'd have been done for if the bandits hadn't left a broken penknife and a dime on old Craddock...Almost a miracle, but he managed to unscrew the lock with them....


MACK: Couldn't have been much of a safety vault door and lock...


BARRY: It was built to keep people out, not in...(VOICE SHIFT) Throw me that coat....Thanks....There's only one man in the world pulled that job.

(OPENS DOOR)

Come on....And he's been in my book for five years!


(DOOR SHUTS)


SOUND INTERLUDE: - - TAXI ......(WITH FADE)


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SCENE SIX: LIBRARY IN CRADDOCK HOME.


CRADDOCK: (STILL BREATHING NERVOUSLY HARD FROM ORDEAL) My poor wife...I tell you, Mr. Rudd, that even if she recovers from this shock, she'll live in terror unless those three devils are captured....


BARRY: The whole department's after them...from the top to the bottom! Every tunnel, bridge, railroad station, automobile, ferry boat out of Manhattan's being watched....


CRADDOCK: That leader's a cunning ruthless fiend...The way he could strut and pose while committing murder.....


BARRY: Just the point I want to know, Mr. Craddock...Had what the French call the grand manner, did he?


CRADDOCK: Yes, the braggart....And he knew the house as well as we do...Knew how to open the paneled safe for our jewels...Even got my revolver out of its hiding place in the dummy book over there.


BARRY: There's only one man, Mr. Craddock, who could have done a job like this -- and that's Henri Doree! The butler who walked out on you five years ago with ten thousand dollars worth of jewelry -- including Mrs. Craddock's pendant with the Hungarian cross of diamonds.


CRADDOCK: (EMPHATICALLY) That's what my wife says...


BARRY: Don't you think so?


CRADDOCK: I...I'm...not sure...Er....This man was masked -- but he seemed big for that butler. Henri Doree was under a hundred and fifty pounds. This brute must have weighed over a hundred and eighty....


BARRY: (SIGNIFICANTLY) Prosperous criminals have been known to add thirty pounds in five years....And I'm satisfied in my own mind that even by two years ago Doree had put on considerable weight.


CRADDOCK: (SHARP INTEREST) What do you mean?


BARRY: I mean I see the same carefully plotted touch, the same grand manner in a French butler, who used a telescope in a barn out in Indiana to spot a jewel hiding place in the summer home where he worked. He and the jewels are still missing. No finger prints, of course,- but I got a description of him from the woman he robbed.....


CRADDOCK: Mm....Well --


BARRY: I can't prove it yet to anybody but myself -- But I'd bet my life that Indiana butler is the same butler who walked out of here five years ago...And the man who carried out this job today!


CRADDOCK: (COMING THROUGH TO CONVICTION) Maybe you're right, Mr. Rudd......


BARRY: And then ... out in San Francisco there was a stick-up leader who strutted (DOOR OPENS) -- in a grand manner. He --


MACK: (EXCITED) Hello, Barry .... Big news, Mr. Craddock...We got one of 'em...Chased him into a cellar....


CRADDOCK: (ANXIOUSLY HOPEFUL) Was it the leader?


MACK: No such luck, Mr. Craddock.


BARRY: (WITH SNAP) Did he talk?


MACK: Told how they got in......


BARRY: Did he tell who planned the job?


MACK: (EMPHATICALLY) He did not! He swears he only joined the gang a few days ago -- He says the leader was the most mysterious man he ever knew!


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SOUND INTERLUDE: (MEASURED CLANG OF POLICE GONG ON FAST MOVING PATROL....FADE IN....FADE OUT.)


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SCENE SEVEN: HEADQUARTERS


(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)


INSPECTOR: Hello, Barry.


BARRY: Good morning, Inspector...Anything new on the case?


INSPECTOR: There certainly is! That phantom butler has bobbed up in another place....This time he's written a letter mailed from Texas....Read it.


BARRY: (READING) "Dear Commissioner, 


I know you do your best to get me. But you fail. It is not your fault. I am quicker -- see -- quicker, than you. Your friend whom you will never get,


Henri.


(GOING ON REFLECTIVELY AND IMPRESSIVELY) Mm-m....the same grand manner!


INSPECTOR: Yes...A hundred grand....of brass!


BARRY: That letter convinces me all the more, Inspector, that you ought to send me to San Francisco.


INSPECTOR: Just why, Barry?


BARRY: Because I'm sure Henri Doree lived out in California under the name of Alphonso Sanchez ... The fellow led a stick-up last year with the same grand manner and strutting that Henri Doree showed in the Craddock case and the Indiana case. (SIGNIFICANTLY) He got off, but the police got his finger prints.


INSPECTOR: How are you going to prove that Alphonso Sanchez and Henri Doree really are the same man?


BARRY: Through Sanchez's girl, I hope...Her name is Joyce---er---something or other. Some of the local boys can put Mack and me in on some of her parties....


INSPECTOR: (COMING THROUGH TO DECISION) All right, go to it! See what you can uncover in Frisco!


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SOUND INTERLUDE: (PLAYER PIANO OR PIANO OR RADIO KNOCKING OUT PEPPY MUSIC AT HILARIOUS PARTY...CUING DIRECTLY INTO MIDST OF PARTY.)


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SCENE EIGHT: JOYCE'S APARTMENT....BACKGROUND OF HILARITY OF MIXED VOICES...AT OPENING JOYOUS TONES ARE ON SCENE BUT FADE PARTLY OUT BY TIME BARRY AND MACK BEGIN DIALOGUE...MUSIC FADES.....


VOICE:(FEMALE) (AMID LAUGHTER AND GENERAL VOICES) Another little trip to the punch bowl....


VOICE:(MALE) Where's Joyce? Looking up more photographs?


VOICE:(FEMALE) (CATISH) Yes...She'll be back to her baby pictures trying to please Barrington..


(FADE OUT RETREATING VOICES...MUSIC FADES TO PIANISSIMO)


BARRY: (SNAP) Mack, come over here in the corner, quick....


MACK: (DISGRUNTLED) The third night in a row with Joyce and this wild gang!


BARRY: Listen -- while they're all going out for another drink....I've got Joyce pulling out every photo she's ever had taken of herself....


MACK: What are you tryin' to do? Kid her into thinkin' she's in line for a beauty prize?


BARRY: Sure...If it's the way to land that pendant picture....She still has it...I know she has....


JOYCE: (WELL OFF SCENE...RAISING VOICE) Oh, hon-ey?


(NOTE: BY MIDST OF BARRY'S NEXT SPEECH ANOTHER "OH, HONEY" HALF ON SCENE)


MACK: (DISGUST) Meaning you, Barry.


BARRY: (CLEAN CUT...FAST) If that picture shows up get between me and that fellow over there who's been watching me.....


JOYCE: (FULL INTO SCENE) Here are some more pictures, boys, but they are not all new....


BARRY: Fine...Spread them all out on the table!


JOYCE: But you can't see them all at once...They're so different...Aren't you going to look at each one after all the trouble I've been to rummaging them out of drawers and everwhere?


(CROWD MILLING BACK BUT STRICTLY SUBORDINATE TO DIALOGUE)


BARRY: (AMIABLY) Count on me to do that, Joyce...Say that's a peach of a profile...that one...


MACK: (PLAYING UP TO BARRY'S ENTHUSIASM) Yes -- but if you ask me -- this one in the bathing suit wins by a neck!


VOICE:(MALE) (BIT OFF MIKE) At least....


BARRY: Maybe you're right...Anyway I'd take this for third choice, this for fourth....


MACK: And this for fifth....That one's not so hot!


JOYCE: You don't like this one?


BARRY: Not so well as the others...Maybe because I think you shouldn't hide such a neck as yours with jewelry....(EXAMINING PICTURE) What kind of a pendant is this, anyway? I never saw you wearing it?


JOYCE: Oh, I don't know...Just some crosses and diamonds.


VOICE:(FEMALE) Her big boy gave it to her -- but when he went she traded it....


BARRY: Oh, well, I think the one I picked first is the winner.....(STARTLED) Oh -- (AS ALL PICTURES DROP TO FLOOR) I'm sorry!


MACK: That's a fine thing to do, Barry, dropping Joyce's photos all over the floor!


JOYCE: That's all right....


MACK: Here, I'll pick them up....


BARRY: No --- I will....There!


MACK: (FEIGNING BANG OF SURPRISE) Say, Barry, look at the time.


BARRY: What -- one o'clock?


MACK: Sure...And that fellow waiting for you down at the hotel since midnight.....


VOICE: (OFF MIKE) It's early yet.


JOYCE: Let him wait....


BARRY: (PUTTING ON ASTONISHMENT) What? Let that moving picture man wait?


JOYCE: Oh -- well, perhaps you'd better see him...(CHUMILY) And you won't forget to speak to him about me, will you, honey?


MACK: (EMPHATICALLY) Your hat, Barrington.


BARRY: I'll give you a break, Joyce...Come on, Macklyn...Goodnight, Joyce....(FADE) Goodnight, everybody....


(CHORUS OF GOODNIGHTS AS DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES...SLIGHT PAUSE MICROPHONE FOLLOWS ALONG WITH BARRY AND MACK DOWN CORRIDOR)


BARRY: (CHANGING TO QUICK LOW TONE TO MACK) Never mind the elevator, Mack....This way....Down the corridor....


(SAME DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES BEHIND THEM....HURRYING FOOTSTEPS)


VOICE: (ROUGH...FADING IN FAST) Just a minute, you guys!


BARRY: What do you want?


VOICE: Say, I've forgotten more about shuffling cards than you birds ever knew...Gimme that picture you dealt into your pocket....


MACK: (SWINGS ON HIM AND KNOCKS HIM DOWN) Get out of the way! Oh you won't? Then take this!


VOICE: (GROANS)


(THUD OF BODY FALLING)


BARRY: Good work, Mack. Let his friends pick him up...Keep moving....


MACK: You bet!


BARRY: Five years ago Henri the butler fades out of New York with Mrs. Craddock's Hungarian cross of diamonds....


MACK: And gives it to his girl in California...


BARRY: After changing his name to Alphanso Sanchez....


MACK: Now for the finger prints of Henri Doree -- alias Alphanso Sanchez.....


BARRY: (TREMENDOUS SATISFACTION) And those finger prints will go after the missing butler all over the world!


MACK: Back to Manhattan for us!


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SOUND INTERLUDE: (SUGGESTION OF LONG TRAIN RIDE FOR BARRY AND MACK....TRAIN ROLLING ALONG....FADE IN...FADE OUT COMPLETELY AS TRAIN NEITHER CUES DIRECTLY OUT OF LAST SCENE NOR DIRECTLY INTO NEXT BUT DENOTES TIME AND DISTANCE)


SCENE NINE: HEADQUARTERS...NEW YORK


INSPECTOR: (PEPPY AT TELEPHONE) Headquarters talking...Tell Barry Rudd to come to the phone, will you?....Good morning, Rudd...Inspector Ross speaking...We're not going to let you stay here in New York very long...Your good work in Frisco has brought big news from Paris...Yes...Heard from Craddock yesterday...His wife is still terrified that Henri will come back to murder or kidnap her...You and Mack had better pack your bags right away. You're sailing for France Wednesday night!


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SOUND INTERLUDE: (SHIP AT SEA...EIGHT BELLS STRUCK IN QUICK PAIRS WITH EVENLY SPACED PAUSES BETWEEN PAIRS...AS LAST BELL STOPS COMES THE LONG BLAST OF LINER'S NOON WHISTLE)


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SCENE TEN: OFFICE OF PREFECT OF POLICE...PARIS


PREFECT: (WELCOME) Good morning, Monsieur Rudd...Welcome to Paris!


BARRY: Thank you, Monsieur le Prefect.


PREFECT: You had a pleasant crossing?


BARRY: Very pleasant...Sorry the boat train was late...


PREFECT: (ENTHUSIASTICALLY) I have magnificent news for you, Monsieur Rudd...The finger prints of Henri Doree fit perfectly one of the most clever and dangerous criminals of France.


BARRY: What's his real name, Prefect?


PREFECT: Mouret....He is a murderer....Twelve years ago we exiled heem for life to our penal colonie in Guiana.....After two years there he escaped to your country.

 

BARRY: Have you any idea where he is now, Prefect?


PREFECT: We suspect he is close to Paris...Money came to the undertaker to bury his father...The latter died in poverty in a little village...Detectives watch but the son does not come...


BARRY: Not Henri the Butler...he's a little too clever for that. You have a girl clue, haven't you, Prefect?


PREFECT: Yes...A girl who loved him before he was sent to Guiana. She lives still in Paris...We watch her always. -- (TELEPHONE RINGS) ... Escusez...(VOICE SHIFTS AS HE PICKS UP TELEPHONE) Hello, hello....(AMAZED) Non?...non... Admirable...Manufique! (HANGS UP PHONE) (TO BARRY....EXCITED) The girl -- she receive a strange message today......And now she leaves the city by omnibus to Gourney.


BARRY: (ON THE JUMP) Gourney?...Fine! Mack and I will hop in a taxi and beat that bus out there!


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SOUND INTERLUDE: (FADE IN FRENCH TAXI...RUN ALONG...FADE OUT COMPLETELY)


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SCENE ELEVEN: FIELD, BUSHES AND INN IN GOURNEY.


MACK: (NETTLED) Damn this pasture!


BARRY: (CAUTIONING) Don't stand up, Mack, or they'll spot you.


MACK: It's pretty near dark...(VOICE SHIFT) Say, the Prefect wasn't so strong for you picking me up and rushing out here, was he?


BARRY: Aw, well, you can't blame him...Look! Henri the Butler's saying goodby to the girl....


MACK: She's going back across the field to get the bus.


BARRY: And he's heading for that little inn by the river...Come on...


MACK: Let's beat it along the hedge to the gendarmes.


BARRY: There's one of them....Sst! Jacques?


JACQUES: (A VOICE) Monsieur?


BARRY: Where are the two other boys?


JACQUES: They will follow him into the inn.


MACK: There...he's gone in now....


JACQUES: (IMPATIENT) Pardon! I must be at the door....


MACK: And we'll stick with you...


(THEY MOVE UP)


BARRY: There they go in...Let's get up fast to the window...(REACH WINDOW) Sssh...Quiet...It's open...


(NOTE: ALL VOICES BUT THE THREE AT WINDOW ARE RAISED AND SOMEWHAT OFF SCENE.)


VOICE:(MALE) (ENTHUSIASTICALLY) Ah -- the Captain returns....


VOICE:(FEMALE) (WELCOME NOTE) Good evening, Monsieur le Capitaine!


HENRI: (GRAND MANNER) Good evening, my friends. Come up to the bar, all of you, and drink to my good health!


MIXED VOICES: Bon!....Viv le Captaine!


DETECTIVE: (IN ROOM...COMMAND IN VOICE) Pardon, ladies and gentlemen! Remain please, where you are!


MACK: (CLOSE TO NIKE) Can you beat that for a polite way to take 'em!


HENRI: All the people are going to drink with me...And so are you two ----


DETECTIVE: Stay where you are everybody...We place this murderer under arrest!


VOICES: Murderer?


(GENERAL EXCITED AD LIB)


DETECTIVE: Come quietly Gabriel Alphonse Mouret!


HENRI: (THE LAST GRAND GESTURE) Gentlemen, ladies -- I raise my glass....I drink my toast alone -- 


(CRASH -- HENRI HURLS GLASS AT DETECTIVE...MISSES....AND IT SHATTERS ON WALL)


DETECTIVE: Hold him...Hold him!


HENRI: (SNARL...STRUGGLE) Let go! Both of you!


MACK: (INTO MIKE) He's throwin' 'em both off....


BARRY: Look out -- he's pulling his gun...


(BANG....BANG....) 


MACK: He's loose...Plug him, Barry....


(BANG) (LOUDER)


MACK: That stopped him...They've got him...Yep, it's all over with Henri now.


BARRY: And it's all over with Mrs. Craddock's fears......Tonight, at last, she will sleep without dreading that Henri the Butler is stealing back into Washington Square.


(POLICE SIREN)


RADIO-CAR VOICE: The Mysterious Craddock Case...Henri the Butler.....Recovered from wound....Paris court sent him....Back to Guiana for life...Frankie, the Jockey...Caught in Marseilles....Extradited to New York....Convicted.......Next week...The Great Poison Plot....Hear coolest of criminals...Match wits....With New York Detectives......Stand by.......


(POLICE SIREN - FADES IN AND OUT) ...


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