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Autolight resistor spark plugs have 200% longer electrode life. Cut down spark plug interference with radio and television too. Why, Uncle John and cousin Joey will say, just as I do. You're always right with Autolight. And now with the flame blue glove and with the performance of Lana Turner, Autolight hopes once again to keep you in suspense. The trouble is you never had any feelings, Dutch. You don't know what it is to feel, not like other people feel. You've spent too much time looking out at the world through dirty windows. I never liked working for your detective agency. I never liked you, Dutch. I never liked you at all. This is my last case. And this is my last report. You'll have to train someone else to go out and get tangled up in other people's lives. I thought I was through working for you when I married Jimmy Conway, but I was wrong. You showed up again last week. I was working in my garden, even above the smell of the roses I could smell trouble. Hello, Shadow. What? Dutch. Where did you come from? Just in the neighborhood. Yeah, give me those things. What do you know about a rose bush? I know this one's got thrips. Trim it, use nicotine spray for a week or 10 days, clear it up just like that. Death, taxes, and Dutch. You know everything. You haven't changed a bit. Same pipe, same awful tobacco. How's the detective business? I miss you, Shadow. You were the best operative I ever had. Oh, I'm flattered, Dutch. This gilded cage stuff, OK? Gardens, clothes, car, time on your hands. You really like it? What do you think? Would you rather be a lady detective if you were me? Maybe. I don't know. You wouldn't be interested in working on a case, would you? I am now a happily married bride working on keeping her handsome husband. Besides, my license expired. Could fix that. This one's right up your alley, Shadow. You did the groundwork when you were with me. Sorry. I know the case was closed, but it's been nagging me, and I still think it was murder. What case are you talking about? The Conway case. Mrs. Conway. I looked at you. You weren't kidding, but you were smiling. And you only smiled when something might go wrong to somebody. Yeah, I still believe your husband killed his first wife. Hate me. Who hired you? Nobody, just nagged by the fact, Shadow. And Louise Conway, wealthy wife of not so wealthy Jim Conway, drinks 10 dissolved sleeping tablets New Year's Eve. Coroner's jury says suicide. I just can't find it. The police accepted the coroner's verdict. That day at the coroner's inquest, you disappointed me, Shadow, refusing to go on the stand. You'd been tailing him for two months. You could have told about his three lady friends. Telling those things to a coroner's jury wouldn't have helped one way or the other. Jimmy's clean and decent Dutch. He would have been arrested on suspicion of murder if you'd spoken up. Those girls meant nothing to him. They were just friends. Maybe, and he might have fed her those pills so he could have one of those friends. Then why did he marry me instead of whoever it was? He was saved. He was hired, Bidgen. You didn't tell the coroner about his friends. Maybe he married you to play it safe for a while. Maybe he... Jimmy had nothing to do with Louise's death. You know, I keep thinking what she said when she hired us. How did she put it? Yeah, Jimmy married me for my money. He was in love with somebody else. As soon as he thought it was safe, he went back to her. Went back to who? Who do you mean? Want to work on the case with me? No. No, I don't. Shadow, did you ever stop to think what might happen to you if he isn't innocent? If you let some little suspicion slip out somewhere and he gets it into his head, the... Doesn't it ever scare you? Oh, Jimmy, you're home early. No, no, please, keep playing. Did I ever tell you I love you? You wouldn't if you knew how really bad I am. But I love you. But you certainly know how bad I am. I bet there isn't a husband in the country married to the girl who tailed him all over town before she... Please, Jimmy. I'm sorry. We've kidded about this before, I've... It's just that I've had a bad day, that's all. My fault. Oh, you're trembling. Poor darling, Sarah. Yes, Jimmy? Maybe you stay around this house too much. Or maybe it's around you too much. What do you mean? After all this happened here. This is where Eloise died. I just thought maybe it gives you the creeps to live here. We can sell it, darling. Get another place. Oh, no, Jimmy. This is our house now. I never was really jealous of Eloise. Well, there's nobody else. But, Jimmy, when Eloise did what she did, you had other friends... No, Sarah. Were you in love with any of those girls? Kathy Dane. You used to sit around that nightclub listening to her sing. And Judy... Sarah, I never loved anyone. Not Kathy, not Judy, not Eloise, anyone. Until I met you. You believe that, don't you, Sarah? I want to, Jimmy. I want to so much. The next afternoon, walking down Hollywood Boulevard, I saw an ugly second floor office. And there was an ugly sign to go with it. Dutch detective service. I came up to see you, Dutch, to tell you to drop it. I won't drop it. They blow their heads off and take poison and jump off of buildings and chew sleeping tablets. But they don't go around hiring detectives to watch their husbands before they do it. Eloise Conway was bumped and I'm going to find out about it. You're not going to pin it on Jimmy. He didn't have anything to do with it. If he didn't, one of his little friends did. Look, these old reports of yours include the names of three dames he went out with while you were tailing him. Yes, that's right. A torch singer named Kathy Dane. His private secretary, Millison Taylor, and the Miss Million Dollars named Judy Fleetwood. And what about them? Look, Dutch, I asked Jimmy about those girls last night. They didn't mean anything to him. A woman knows her husband. Yeah, well, I know a woman. And if they want a guy bad enough, they'll kill for it. And one of them left his glove on the floor of the bedroom the night our client passed away. Oh, that old glove. The police weren't even interested in it as evidence. Well, I am. The police didn't have any Cinderella's to fit it on because you didn't mention Jimmy's girlfriends at the inquest. Which one of them does it fit, Shadow? Size six and a half, commonest size in the world, fit anybody. Look, even fits me, Dutch. Well, the color is a little unusual. You'll grant me that. Flame blue? Yes, I guess so. All right. If we find the partner to this glove, we've got something. You going to help? I can't. All right. There's other female ops in this burg. I kind of thought you'd like to do it. You know, see that your husband's handle fair and square, no frames or anything like that. Oh, all right, Dutch. I'll give it a whirl. Good. But in a week, you'll come to me and tell me I was right. That Jimmy's innocent. Oh, I'm sure I will, Shadow. I'm sure I will. But O'Lide is bringing you Miss Lana Turner in The Flame Blue Glove, tonight's production in radio's Outstanding, Theater of Thrills Suspense. Harlow, if you're through rhapsodizing about auto-light resistor spark plugs, I'd like to plan out the rest of our Christmas. Oh, sure, of course. I've asked Aunt Helen to drive over for the day. Aunt Helen, I haven't seen her for a long time. Wonder if she's got auto-light resistor spark plugs in her car. Everybody else is dreaming of a white Christmas. Not my husband, Harlow. He's dreaming of an auto-light Christmas. I'll tell Aunt Helen that with auto-light resistor spark plugs, her car will idle smoother, give better performance on leaner gas mixtures, actually save her gas. Look, my super salesman. I'll tell her that auto-light resistor spark plugs never worry radio and television reception. That they have 200% longer electrode life. Yeah, I know. What a Christmas party we'll have. I'll bet Aunt Helen's eyes will light up like the famous auto-light bullseye headlights. Then I suppose you'll tell her to get a set of auto-light resistor spark plugs at her dealers. Oh, no, I'll have a set on the tree for her. Or maybe she'd prefer the famous regular type auto-light spark plugs, long recognized for their dependability. Well, anyway, it's a present you can't go wrong with because you're always right with auto-light. And now auto-light brings back to our Hollywood soundstage a star Lana Turner in the flame blue glove, a tale well-calculated to keep you in suspense. May I help you, please? I want to buy some gloves, a size six and a half. Certainly. Any particular shade in mine? Yes, blue. Blue? Yes, of course. Here's a lovely shade, hands-ditch. I was thinking of, well, more of a flame blue, flame blue. Oh, I'm afraid. Oh, I do happen to have a pair, six and a half. Yes. Here you are. What about these? Yes. Yes, that's a pair, exactly what I want. Oh, don't wrap them. I'll wear them. Lovely for cocktails. Yes, that's what I'm going to use them for. Mrs. Wingate? Yes, I'm Mrs. Wingate. Oh, won't you sit down, please, Miss Dane? I've always admired your singing so much. I've always been a fan of yours. Kathy Dane records our favorites with all my friends. Oh, I took the liberty of ordering martinis. Well, thank you, Mrs. Wingate. I don't go on here for another half hour. Oh, I didn't come to hear you sing this time, Miss Dane. I came to ask you a favor. Oh? I want you to sing at a party I'm giving next month at my Bel Air home. I'm flattered, but I'm afraid I couldn't possibly accept any private engagements. Oh, I wish you'd reconsider. It's such a special occasion for a very dear friend who's spoken of you. Oh, who? Jimmy Conway. Jimmy? Yes. He's my neighbor. You know, he's been through so much in the last year with Eloise's death and everything. I felt this party might have been. You, uh, you know Jimmy's wife? Yes. I've met Sarah. She's very nice. I'm glad for Jimmy. I know I talk too much, but since I've met you, I can't help wondering why you and Jimmy. It's really quite simple, Mrs. Wingate. I'm a singer. I need backing. Jimmy couldn't help me then. He didn't have the money he inherited when his. Well, anyway, by the time I got my backing, what's her name? Sarah had come between us. I never met her, but. Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Did any get on you? No, no, but I'm afraid those beautiful gloves of yours are ruined. Oh, what a shame. Well, I hope it won't take the color out. Flame blue is my favorite. Mine too, I guess. I had some gloves pretty much like those ones. Oh, really? I lost one of them. Oh, really? Well, I've ruined one here. Perhaps we could make a pair between us. Which one did you lose? Oh, I can tell by just looking at yours, they'd be too small. I wear a 7 and 3 quarters glove. Have to have them made to order. My piano teacher used to call me ham hands. Sorry, I'm not your girl. No, I'm afraid you're not. No, she wasn't Dutch. I'd played the scene well, smart. Well, you'd have been proud of me, Dutch. It wasn't easy. Because I was playing with my own life, my happiness. But I did it just the way you taught me. And I gave you the report just the way you taught me. All facts, no emotion. All right, Shadow, so it isn't Kathy Dane. But that glove fits somebody. Dutch, I hate it. I'm shaking from it. Oh, Jimmy, you'll know I'm up to something. Look, drop the whole thing. I'll give you 15,000 I have in my check. I want more than that. Dutch, I won't let you break this up for me. Jimmy and I have too much. You mean you're going to try hanging on to him and his money, even if Eloise was murdered? Stop it! That make you feel better? I'm sorry. OK, one down and two to go. That's the secretary and a grass widow. Who's first, Shadow? I'm so tired, Dutch. Sure, kid. Sure, you need a good night's sleep. I'll drive you home. Oh, by the by, do you sleep good in that house? Very well. Just ask, Shadow. Just ask. You drove me home. I don't know what I was thinking to let you do it. When we got there, we spent an hour sitting in the car while you gave me all the details of about Millison Taylor again. She'd been Jimmy's secretary for four years. She'd been out of town at the time of Eloise's death. You wanted to know where. We said good night, finally. You drove off. Since one of the taxis has been slipping up to the house without rights? Oh, Jimmy, didn't you get my message? Sure, darling. You wouldn't be home for dinner. Why are you so nervous? Who'd you have dinner with? Oh, uh, Louise Dowlands. You remember Louise. She just got in from Honolulu. Oh, how is Lou? Oh, fine. Fine, Jim. She asked about you. Well? What is it, darling? Don't you guess your husband when you get home? Oh, of course. What's the matter? You're smoking a new brand of cigarettes or something? No, I- Oh, your hair is full of a tobacco smell. I seem to remember from somewhere. Oh, the cab driver was smoking a pipe. Well, I remember now. That man you used to work for, he smoked an awful tobacco that I couldn't- It's just an old cheap brand. So two people smoke it. Yes. Yes, of course. I was too clever for him. The way you taught me to be clever. In the next day, Dutch, I used everything you taught me. I had to. Because on my way back from Hollywood, I noticed that a gray coupe had turned with me off the boulevard. I noticed it because it looked exactly like my old car that I sold when I got married. And when it turned with me again at sunset and followed me out to Loyal, I knew that it was tailing me. Oh, I used what you taught me so well, Dutch. I time tracked lights, dodged up narrow streets, and got away from it. I would have taken this license number and looked them up, Dutch, but I had other things to do first. Things like playing sick, playing a scene for my husband's secretary. Come in. Oh, Millicent. Millicent, it was so sweet of you to come. Sit over here by the bed. Are you ill, Mrs. Conway? My green headaches. Unbearable sometimes. Oh, Jane. Oh, but I never let Jimmy know about them. Sick wives are such a nuisance to a man. Yes, they certainly are. I called you, Millicent, because I've been planning a surprise for Jim's birthday. A costume party. And you want me to call it off? All right. What guests are coming? Oh, no. No, no, I don't want to call it off. Jimmy needs relaxation. I wondered if you'd play hostess for me. Me? Hostess? Well, if the stupid headache persists, oh, it'd be a great favor to me. And I know Jim would like it. Say you will, please. Really, Mrs. Conway? Oh, please not. Well, I have the costume. I don't know what. Oh, mine's in the closet. I got it from Hollywood Customers today. It would fit you. Which one? The colonial with the... Oh, oh, yes. Yes. Well, it's lovely, Mrs. Conway. You'd look beautiful in it. I'd almost be afraid to let Jimmy see you wearing it. Would you? Now, the only thing it needs is some blue gloves. A flame blue, don't you think? Of course, they're rather difficult to find. That's no problem. I think I know. Yes? You're clever, aren't you, Mrs. Conway? How do you mean? You aren't like Eloise, migraine headaches. She'd have called him away from work a couple of days to nurse him. She was that kind of wife. You're very fond of my husband, aren't you, Nelson? Yes. Yes, I am. Are you in love with him? Yes. Last winter, it got so bad that I had to go to a sanitarium for a while. Oh, you poor dear. Everyone thought I was spending the holidays with my sister. When I came back, a lot of things had happened. Eloise had committed suicide, and I was married to Jimmy. Yeah. Here. But aren't you going to take the costume with you? I've got a feeling you'll be up and around by party time, if there is a party. Oh, just in case, you want to check it. On New Year's Eve, I was in Riverview Sanitarium, Mrs. Conway. Goodbye. Just another secretary carrying a torch for a boss. Another bad lead, Dutch. You checked on it next morning. Well, that's that, Chet. OK. But there's still the grass widow. She's smart. Judy Fleetwood. Look, she was in Reno getting a divorce. Claim service is good, and that glove might fit her. OK. Well, anyway, we're getting near the end, aren't we? You won't say, Uncle, will you, Dutch? Nope. I drove over to Encino to Judy Fleetwood's ranch, a big rambling place that sprawled over several acres, complete with stables, swimming pool, and pictures. The one above the mantle was an oil of Judy herself. But a modest photograph on the desk below was the real eye catcher. It was Jimmy. So you're Sarah Conway. Yes. Well, this is cozy. Sarah, the winner. Judy the loser, meet like two ladies and talk about the battle. What do you have? Oh, nothing, thank you. No, Prim too. Cheers, Twits. What are you doing here? Well, I'd like to have you over for dinner, say, tomorrow night. I think that would be positively nostalgic. Want me to bring someone with me? If you wish, yes. The guy across the road just left his wife. Shall I bring him along? Anyone you want. Yeah. You know what? I only wanted one guy, and you got him. Have a drink. This is quite an occasion. Meeting you, I have to sing so much of you. I have to sing so much of me. Sure, last year, every time I was out with Jimmy, I'd see you lurking in the bushes somewhere. With your magnifying glass and bloodhounds. I didn't like doing it, Miss Fleetwood. It was a job. You made it pay off, honey. Now come off it. Telling a man getting the dope on his private life and scaring him into marriage. That's a lie. It is. Night always died. I want to see her. You? You were with her the night she died? That's what I said. And she told me she was more scared of you than any of us. So you're good, sister. You're real good. But you're not going to keep him. You hear me? It would have been me if you hadn't been in her room. Dutch, Judy Fleetwood was there the night Eloise died. She told me so herself. That's how smart she is. Good. Anything else? Well, I didn't get a chance to find out about the glove. I got so mad. I found the glove, Shadow. What? Yeah, the other flame blue glove. Well, where'd you find it? Where every day, me and the smartest one can lose a glove when she's driving my car, tucked down on the cushions. Oh, I see. Cost me a lot of time and money, Shadow. But I expect to get it back. Girl who owned that car got lots of money. Loaded. Well, what happens now? We'll wind it up tonight, Shadow. You know that little house outside the gate to the Fleetwood Deems place? Yes. Meet you there at nine. Oh, I have to hang up. Mara. Goodbye, Mr. Dameron. Sir, who are you talking with? Oh, just a friend. Jimmy, do you think I'm lying? Two nights ago, you were having dinner with Louise Cowans. She just came in from Hawaii? Yes. Louise called me at the office today. She tried to get you at home. She told me she just got in today from New York. Well, Sarah? I hoped you wouldn't catch me, darling. Actually, I had to meet a man. Well, it was for your birthday. A surprise. It's hard to keep up with you sometimes, Sarah. But who do we know drives a great coupe? I know you, one's own one, but I'm not sure. I don't know. Coming home twice now, I've seen him sitting. It seemed to be interested in our house. I thought he might be your doctor. My doctor? What are you talking about, Jimmy? Migraine headache, darling. Oh. Millicent shouldn't have mentioned it. They're really nothing. It's funny. Eloise used to have migraines. Here. What are those? Take two of these, but you're right to sleep. Now, I don't want you to suffer anymore. You shouldn't take too many of these, of course. Well, that's awfully sweet, Jimmy. But I feel perfectly fine. Do as I say. Here, take them. But Jimmy did. All right. I'll go on up to bed. Sarah, I'm sorry I found out about my birthday surprise. Yes, darling. I'll have to plan a surprise for you someday, won't I? My pa was sleeping pills, of course. Another little trick you taught me. I waited in my room 20 minutes. I could hear Jimmy listening outside my door. Then I quietly dialed the operator and told him my phone seemed to be out of order and asked her to call me back. As soon as it rang and I heard Jimmy race to answer downstairs, I was down the back stairs and out of the house. I was still 10 minutes early for our appointment at Judy Fleetwoods. I was quite calm. The night was dark and I had my gun. I stood in the shadows and waited for you. I expected to hear your car first, but you fooled me, Dutch. I couldn't make out the shadow across the driveway, but I could smell the pipe smoke. And I fired. Dutch, Dutch. All right, Shadow. Drop it. I said drop it. You never did learn how to shoot a gun, did you, Shadow, but you learned everything else. It's money you want, isn't it, Dutch? What good would it do me, Shadow? I'd be asking for something like this every time I came around to collect from you. And you might learn to shoot straight after a while. So this is it, Dutch. This is it, baby. I've got the glove in your old car, the mate to the one you left in Eloise's room the night you fed her those pills. Even got you now on attempted murder. Nothing much for me to say, is there? Nope. Is that enough for you, Lieutenant? Yes, it is. Sarah Oliver Conway, you're under arrest for the murder of Eloise Conway. Jimmy came to see me today. He said you phoned him yesterday and told him I would attempt to kill you because you were closing in on me for Eloise's murder. Dutch, Jimmy gave me two sleeping pills after he talked to you. He was trying to keep me from doing anything until he could think of some way out of all this. But you wouldn't understand what that means to me, I guess. You never loved anybody, Dutch. Suspense presented by Autolight, tonight's star, Lana Turner. Well, Harlow, with all you talk about, Autolight resists the spark plugs. I still love you. You're a swell wife, one in a million. Just like Autolight resists the spark plugs are one of more than 400 products made by Autolight for cars, trucks, planes, and boats in 28 plants coast to coast. These include complete electrical systems used as original equipment on many makes of America's finest cars, batteries, spark plugs, generators, coils, distributors, starting motors, and bullseye-sealed beam headlights. All engineered to fit together perfectly, work together perfectly because they're a perfect team. So don't accept electrical parts supposed to be as good. Ask for and insist on Autolight original factory parts at your neighborhood service station, car dealer, garage, or repair shop. Remember, you're always right with Autolight. Next Thursday for Suspense, Eddie Cantor will be our star. The play is called Double Entry, and it is, as we say, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Tonight's transcribed suspense play was produced and edited by William Spear and directed by Norman MacDonald. Music for Suspense is composed by Lucian Morawek and conducted by Lud Bluskin. The Flame Blue Glove is an original radio play by Lois E.B. and John C. Fleming. Adapted for Suspense by E. Jack Newman. Lana Turner appeared by arrangement with Metro Goldwyn Mayer, producers of Door Sherry's Battleground, starring Van Johnson, John Hodiak, Ricardo Montalban, and George Murphy. For the second consecutive year, Lana Turner has been named the most popular star by the readers of Modern Screen Magazine in its motion picture popularity poll. In the coming weeks, you will hear such stars as Ida Lupino, Danny Kaye, and Ozzie and Harriet Nelson. 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