 Tired of the everyday routine? Ever dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all? We offer you... Escape! Escape! Transcribe to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. You are trapped in a dark, empty house. A girl lying dead at your feet. And surrounding you, closing it on you are a band of killers, deadly enemies of your country and yourself. And they are intent on murdering you. Today, with Barry Kroger starred as David, we escape to England in the story of a man whose life depended upon the outcome of his mission, as Graham Greene told it in his fascinating story, Confidential Agent. It was getting dark as the ship threaded its way through the tugs in the Dover Harbour. The thick fog gave way reluctantly to the ship. It swirled over the deck. There was a cold bite to it, chilling me inside and out. Yet in a way this cold English fog was more comforting than the atmosphere I had left. For in my country, there was war. Already Austria had fallen before the goose-stepping armies of a madman, and now my country was fighting with its back to the war. In order to continue the fight we needed industrial diamonds to shape the tools of war. That's why I was now landing in England. There were others in my country, a group headed by a man known only as the Baron, who wanted to turn our country over to the invader, who would do anything to stop us from getting the diamonds we needed. So you see, my mission was a secret one. Not even our own embassy knew of it. Far the trip had been uneventful, except for meeting the girl. Her name was Rose Cullen. At first she seemed too curious, asking questions about my trip, my visit, my friends, and I wondered if she were working with the Baron. But as time wore on, I decided I'd been mistaken, and I accepted her offer to drive me to London. Twenty minutes after we had docked, we were through the customs and walking towards the car park. Rose suddenly asked me to excuse her for a moment. Almost before I could answer her, she had vanished in the fog. Good evening, David. I've been expecting you. We have nothing to talk about, Baron. I think we could find a subject, diamonds, for example. Or perhaps I could interest you in accepting, let us say, £2,000 for our point of view, say £2,000. I still say we have nothing to talk about. An honest man. It's a very dangerous hobby, David. Honesty? You may remember an old saying in our country. The honest man and the thief both pay the same price to death. Goodbye, David. He raised his hand in an open-pound salute and walked away, the fog quickly swirling up to hide him. There was a shot aimed at me. I jumped back against the wall. There was nothing to see but fog. Gray wisps of fog, blanketing out everything. There was no way of telling from where death had tried to strike or from where it might strike again. Then I heard her returning. Had she left me to give them their chance? Or had it been her finger manicured and perfume that had curled around the trigger? Sorry to be so long, David. Are you ready? Yes. I was talking to your friend, the Baron. The Baron? Oh, he must be mistaken. I don't know a Baron. Come along. Did he say he knew me? No. Perhaps I am mistaken. Of course it might be someone I met at Father's. He loves to surround himself with titles. Who is your father? Oh, here we are. Will you drive? I'm simply exhausted. All right. My father? Oh, he's Lord Bendige. Didn't you know? Lord Bendige? But I thought your name is Cullen? Of course. My father's name was Edward Cullen. After his first million pounds, he became Edward, Lord Bendige. It's really quite simple. I came here to do business with Lord Bendige. Isn't that coincidence? Everybody I meet has business with him. I see. I can't think of anything more dull than Father's business. What are you thinking? How, in my country, I would go along a country road like this very slowly, ready to jump into a ditch if I heard a plane. I'm not sure the war has not followed me here. Don't be silly. The only war here is between the Prime Minister who talks about peace in our time and Mr. Churchill who talks just as long about the glory that was Britain's. And nobody believes in anything. You're very cynical for such a pretty girl. What is there for me to believe in? My father's diamonds? Hardly something to get passionate about. You have no young man? No plenty. If I want to know who scored 60 runs in the Lansing Brighton Cricket Match or the Odds at Epson Dance. But there's no excitement. If it's excitement you want, perhaps we still will get it. One of my countrymen tried to kill me just before you joined me. Oh, really? He or his men will certainly try again before I reach your father. Don't be so melodramatic. Things like that don't happen except in thrillers. Unless, of course, you're a spy. Are you? No, no. No, I'm more of a confidential agent. What's the matter? What's that ahead of us? It's just a lorry. Why is he blocking the road? He stole, probably. I'm sorry, you're mixed up in this road. But it's only someone out of here. Hold on, we're going on! There's a bullet in the window sheet. Someone is trying to kill you. Yes. We must go to the police. With what? We saw no one we could identify. But we struck one of them. I felt the car hit him. Couldn't they be traced by him? All it would prove is that I ran him down. In fact, they might use that to have me arrested. Oh, no. If the Baron fails to kill me, and I think I can see to that, then it would serve him almost as much to have me arrested for murder. It was late at night when we reached London. Rose wanted to drive me to my destination, but I refused. It wasn't entirely distrust, but the fear that she might lead them to me without realizing it. So she dropped me off in the West End. When she'd driven on, I stopped the taxi, gave the driver the address. He brought me to an old two-story house. It's dirty gray front bearing witness to the poverty of the neighborhood. Here you are, Governor. This is number 10, Mallon End. That's right, Governor. Just over there. You up across the road and you'll be at the door. How can you be so sure, driver? It's so foggy here, I can't see the number. Ah, I counted them. Counted the Aussies from the corner of our street. I see. That's number 10, all right. All right. That will be three and six minutes, sir. Oh, yes, of course. Here you are. Oh, thanks very much, Governor. Thank you. Good night. Good night. I stepped closer and peered through the fog that blanketed the buildings. The only here and there, a feeble gleam of light circling through. I stood there for a moment, looking at it. There was no light visible in any of the windows, and I wondered, fear pressing in with the fog, if something had happened to our agent. I kept my hand near my gun as I pressed the button beside the door. If something had happened to our agent, this might be a trap. The door opened a few inches and a pinched, elfin face, neither old nor young, looked out at me. What do you want this time of night? I'm sorry, but I'm David. David? D, as in diamonds. Oh, come in. Just a minute. I'll turn on the lights. You're much younger than I thought you'd be. We are using them younger these days. I was just making a spot of tea. Perhaps you'd like some. Oh, yes, I would. Very much. Thank you. You see, I've been very careful with lights since I saw someone watching the house two days ago. One of the Baron's men, you think? I don't know. I just thought it better not to take chances. The Baron came over on the same boat with me. Oh? Did he see you? Oh, yes. Thank you. It's all right. We even had a short talk at the customs. You... What did he say? You offered me money for a vacation? How much? £2,000. You refused? Of course. £2,000. Oh, this thing's good. After being out in the fog, it's warm. It's more money than I've ever seen in my life. How do I know you refused? I suppose that's a question I would ask, too, where I am in your place. You know, I wonder if that isn't the Baron's biggest crime against us. That he's made us eternally suspicious of each other. Yes, I... What is your name? Elsie. Elsie. Well, Elsie, you don't know that I didn't take the £2,000. But I'm going to see Lord Bendage tomorrow, and maybe that will prove it. And then you'll be going back? Not Monday, yes. Oh, I see. Now, what do you have for me? Not very much. You see, I know that the Baron has friends everywhere, even in the English government. But Lord Bendage will deal with you first if you are there on time and can prove you represent your government. If I did not show up, then he'd be free to deal with the Baron. Yes, that's it, exactly. Now, look, if you're seeing Bendage on his syndicate tomorrow, then I must warn you again that... The shot came through the window. I leaped to the wall, turned off the light. I knelt, found a wrist. There was no pulse. Elsie was dead. Kneeling there, I cursed myself. The minute she told me that somebody had been watching the house, I should have known that both of us had to get out. I should have known there was no time for tea and talk. Suddenly, by the sound of the door, the killer or killers were in the house. To stay there in that dark, small room, try to shoot it out with them could have only one ending. They were blocking off the front door. I couldn't leave through a window, I'd be a perfect target that way. I began to edge toward the other door in the back. It was slower work. Then, I was in what seemed to be a kitchen. A gloomy patch of light guided me to the door. I pressed my face to the glass, strained the sea outside. A man was standing, only a few feet from the back door. There was only one other way to go. Up. I slipped out of the kitchen into the hall. After what seemed hours, I found the stairway and carefully stepped on the first step. It creaked, and I leaned higher and up to one side just in time. Another step. There was only one thing to do. I raced up the stairs. I flung myself to the floor. The stairs. I heard the front door open again. More of them had entered the house. They were taking no chances. I lay there on the floor at the head of the stairs, scarcely daring to breathe. I knew I could get anyone coming up that stairs with my gun, but was there another stairway to the second floor? I knew so many of these houses had them. Perhaps this one did too. Somewhere outside. I heard something come up against the side of the house. One of them was trying to get in. One of them was coming in through some window on the second floor. From every side, death was closing in on me. In just a moment, we will return to Escape. But first, that happy but hectic couple, Ozzie and Harriet, come home to CBS tomorrow at 6.30 Eastern Standard Time. So get your whole family together to welcome them home next Sunday night when they'll be heard on most of these same CBS stations just before the Jack Benny show. And now, with our star, Barry Krueger, as David, we return to the second act of Escape and... confidential agent. I was on the second floor of the old house on Mallon End, and the Baron's men were downstairs, slowly working their way up to me, searching me out. It was a quick decision. The open rooftop presented a chance of escape. And lying here in the dark was tempting discovery. A moment later, I was through a skylight and in the night air, five house away, I found fire escape and it reached the ground. And two blocks farther on Blean Street, I found a cheap hotel and registered under another name. The next morning, I took a taxi to the House of Lord Bendage. The butler with the empty face of the typical British servant took my coat and then showed me into the room where Lord Bendage and four other men waited. These men were the diamonds syndicate. You're the man we're expecting? Yes, I think you know the object of my visit. We had a letter of a partner to go. Strange that purchase wasn't handled through your embassy or consulate. This is Mr. Forbes. How do you do? Lord Fetting. Oh, my lord. Mr. Briggstock. How do you do, sir? Mr. O'Grady. You'll forgive us if we get to business right away. I should like that. I'm prepared to pay the highest market price for which I have here a side draft and a bonus of 25% after the diamonds reach my country. You will take the diamonds yourself? Oh, yes. Then the bonus should be paid now. Bendage is right, old boy. You might never go back and then know where should we be. Perhaps, Lord Bendage, we could accept the offer as it is if we are given notes covering the bonus. Oh, yes. I'm quite prepared to do that. Very well. You understand we could do better than this, but we'd like to do business with established governments. We must, however, be certain that you have the right to speak for your government. You have your credentials, of course. Certainly, I have them. Something wrong? It's extraordinary. I had them in my breast pocket with my passport here. Clepshaw left them at your hotel. Morning after a tacky evening? I had them right here when I entered this house. If you're implying... I didn't have my papers. They've been stolen. I dare say... Well, it's obvious we can't do business with an unaccredited agent. It's a rough go, old boy, but it looks like you've had it. We are sorry, but Lord Bendage is right. I walked slowly out of the room. I must admit they were fair. The butler must have taken the papers. Wouldn't he help me off with my coat? But I had no proof. I went out into the hall, took my coat from the rack. I was about to leave when I heard my name. David! It was Rose Cullen. David, did you get the diamonds from Father? No, my papers have been stolen, and your father won't deal with me since I could not prove I represent my government. Rose, do you know? Is your father's butler new? Well, I think so. Although I didn't really notice, I don't live here. I have my own apartment. You mean you think he too? I'm sure of it. I had my papers. When I came up the steps, they were gone when I went to show them to your father. Then that means come along, David. We'll find out. No, Rose, that would do no good. I'm sure that the Baron will have covered all loopholes. The papers are far away by now. No. I must think of some other way to convince your father. Well, isn't there someone at your embassy? I don't think so. We don't trust them, except perhaps the second secretary. He... but even he may have been reached. But we've got to do something. We can't just... Why do you suddenly want to help me? Only last night you were laughing at me, Rose. Maybe I was last night. Well, then why? Oh, David, can't you guess why I want to help you to be with you? Rose, look. All you think of is your stupid war. Last night I laughed at you because you were a stuffy little man from another country filled with ideas of his own importance and briefs and papers. Now, after I've had a chance to think things over, I know this isn't true. Rose, a man in my position has to give up many things. He has no time to... Fall in love. Why not, David? Why not? It's a real horse. Oh, all right. I won't embarrass you. Now, tell me something. Forbes and Brickstock were with father when you met? Yes, yes, they were. All right, then. Brickstock is an arse, but they'll both help your country if they're sure it's all right. I'll get them and the four of us will go to your embassy. We'll make them prove who you are. She was right. They both did seem anxious to help and were quite willing to go to the embassy with us. At the embassy, we waited for the second secretary. Then a man appeared. A country man of mine, although I had never seen him before. May I help you, gentlemen? Yes. My name is Forbes. This is Mr Brickstock. How do you know? We are associated with Lord Benditch. This is his daughter. We are considering doing business with this other gentleman who claims to represent your government. I know of no official representative being sent here. What is your name, sir? Here is my passport. Let's see. This is very strange. Mr Forbes. The man whose name is on this passport is no longer alive. Are you sure? He was shot by the rebels. Oh, you're lying. You didn't even look at the passport. You had your story ready before we even got here. It was a matter of fact, yes. We were warned that someone was posing as this man. We've had the Scotland Yard man here hoping it show up. Inspector. Scotland Yard? They'll get to the bottom of this. I have no doubt. Is this the man? Yes. And here is his passport, Inspector. I see. Well, sir, we're going to have to hold you. On what charges, Inspector? Well, there are several myths using a forged passport, illegal entry into the country, trying to obtain a contract under forced pretenses, inquiry into a hit-and-run death on the Dover Road last night, and inquiry into the death of a young woman on Mallon Inn. What if I refuse to accompany you, Inspector? Well, in that case, sir, I'm afraid I'll have to force you. If you need it, Inspector, I have a gun here. He doesn't need it, but I... Now stand back! Don't try to follow me through the door! Wait, David, I'm coming with you! The tour was backed out of the room and ran downstairs. I knew it would be only a matter of minutes before there'd be an alarm out, and Scotland Yard would be looking for me as well as the Baron's men. I was sure that I could beat the murder charges, but by that time it would be too late to get the industrial diamonds to my country, even if I could buy them. Rose took me to her apartment. Then, without telling me what she was going to do, she left. An hour later, she was back. David! It worked! What worked? I went to find Forbes and Briggstock. I convinced them that you don't dare stay and face the charges, and they're going to sell you the diamonds you need in spite of Father. Isn't it wonderful? You are. I don't know how I can ever repay you. By taking me back with you. Rose, darling, I told you before. I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm only asking to go back with you to take part in something that's decent and honest. After that, we'll take what comes. You don't know what you're asking, Rose. It is not so simple as just going back. What do you mean? After the day, Scotland Yard will be watching every ship leaving England. I can't book passage. I'll have to find somewhere to slip out of the country. Forbes can arrange that, too. After you get the diamonds. Forbes and Briggstock brought the diamonds. A small package that meant life for at least a while longer to my country. They both seemed only embarrassed when I tried to thank them, and when they left, Rose went with them. They had not been gone long. There was a knock on the door. I hate to... I hesitate to answer to it. It's Briggstock, old boy. I say, let me in. Well, Mr. Briggstock, is something wrong? Oh, not a thing, old boy. You know it. It occurred to me that you're in a bit of a spot about getting out of the country, and now that you have the diamonds, an idea happily struck me, so I just nipped back. You know how I can get away? Quite. The perfect solution, old boy, is this. A gun? A suit of you to recognize it. No, no, no. I assure you, I'm an expert shot. Bullseye and all that sort of thing. You're one of them. In a manner of speaking, yes. You see, I'm one of the fortunate few who recognize that democracies are decadent. Too weak, you know. Nothing for me to do but work with other Johnnets who agree. An Aryan world for all you Aryan supermen. Is that it? You know, Rose has exquisite taste in love. It's a pity you'll have to bleed all over it. You're quite insane, Briggstock. Not at all. You see, people like you never have the brains to understand the glorious world that we are going to build, a world dedicated to joyful strength. Forbes. I say, most unfair. They can never resist making speeches. I thought there was something suspicious about Briggstock, leaving us so suddenly, so I followed him. However, there's no time to talk. You have to get out of here quickly. Where shall I go? I own a resort hotel near Southcrawl. Southcrawl? I'll make a reservation for you and tonight, one of my men will pick you up there, put you on a freighter bound for your country. Then Briggstock? Briggstock is our problem. I'll give them a full report of it when I turn myself in, as I must do. Perhaps, perhaps my trial will help my country. As much as your escape will help yours. I reached the hotel just as it was getting dark. The lobby was filled with men and women in shorts and jackets, all of them talking of sports. Surely no place was safer. I went over to buy a newspaper. I say, don't I know you? Your face is familiar. I don't believe so. A foreigner, aren't you? Why, have it. I saw a photograph of you, and we'll stop press edition of the express. I'm afraid you've made a mistake. I'll get away from Scotland Yard, best police force in the world. No, I remember. It was murder. Don't try to get away now. I shall take measures, you know. I thought of making a run for it, but there was no use. The lobby was filled with people. I couldn't hold up all of them. My captain sent someone to call the police. We sat down and waited. You foreigners aren't civilized, you know. Philip told me when he was in Prague, he saw a chap shoot down the Bobby right on the street. Can't do that sort of thing, you know. Anyone in here by the name of... Here we are. Are you the detective? Uh, detective, uh, why, yes. Then here's your man. Oh, I see. Uh, I have a warrant for your arrest. Charging you. I know the charge officer. Don't bother with it. Well, then, uh, uh, come along. No handcuffs? No, I don't think that'll be necessary. I have a car right out here. That was a close one. Close one? Yes. It's a good thing you played along and I wouldn't have been sure what the charges were. You mean, you're not a detective? Irfans, no. Mr. Forbes didn't tell me the yard was in this. Oh, they weren't before. It was in the last edition of the paper. One man recognized me and called the police. Yeah, it was lucky I came when I did that. Very. Well, we'll be at the coast before they get a search underway. We reached the coast in half an hour and I was hoisted over the side of a small freighter like a piece of cargo. I stayed below until we were well underway and then went above. The deck was uncovered and the wind whipped the sharp spray across my face. I could feel the pressure of the package of diamonds in my pocket. My mission was over and I was on my way home. Yet I felt neither relief nor happiness. I had thought there was no room in my life for both war and love, but now that there was only war ahead, I felt empty. I stared over the lights, glimmering somewhere far astern. That... That would be Plymouth Ho. Rose. Oh, dear. Rose, now. Oh, dear. Rose, now. This is not the time for tears. When... When I was a little girl, someone told me that most men don't know what they want. So they make gestures. And Forbes said the same thing this afternoon. And so I... I decided not to waste time. And I made the decision for both of us. Between Mr. Forbes and yourself, my darling, it seems everything has been taken care of. Escape is produced and directed by Norman McDonald. Today we have presented transcribed Confidential Agent by Graham Greene, adapted for radio by Ken Crossen with editorial supervision by John Dunkel. Stardust David was Barry Kroger. Featured in the cast were Edgar Berrier, Constance Cavendish, Herb Butterfield, Parley Bear, Olive Daring, Ben Wright, Wilms Herbert, and Alec Harford. Special music was arranged and played by Ivan Dittmar. Next week... You are standing alone in a lonely canyon in the shadows of Superstition Mountain. While facing you, Timpers' ragged guns drawn are three men to which your first move toward hidden treasure will shoot you dead. Next week we escape with Ralph Bates' unusual story when the man comes, follow him. Be sure to tune in at the same time next week when once again we offer you Escape! Tomorrow night on CBS is really something to talk about and listen to. 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