 And now, another tale well calculated to keep you in... What coffee here? Coffee, darling, you want some more? Oh, no. Yeah. No, I mean no. So? Hmm? How, darling, you want some? Huh? Ask us if you just put that newspaper down for a moment, and you'll hear what I would say, and your breakfast wouldn't get cold. Oh, God, yeah. This thing in the paper? Yes, obviously this thing in the paper. You're not just reading that paper, you're sharing that. And? It looks so strange, what's the matter? This story, and this picture. What story? What picture? Jan, I never knew what Al Tinney looked like. Al Tinney the Rock is here? Yeah. Well, I don't know what he looks like either. Honey, you haven't answered my question in a while. I never even saw a picture of him. I can't believe he needed an eye. I wouldn't know until he bumped into me. And what that got to do with... Well, the point is, I didn't when he did. What are you talking about? I didn't know Tinney when he bumped into me last year in Capitol City. In the lobby of the Guarantee Building, bumped into him apparently right after he committed a murder. What is all this? Well, the whole story's right here in the paper. Tinney goes on trial in a few days in Capitol City for murder. He's accused of shooting a man in the man's office in the Guarantee Building up there last June the 5th, around 11 a.m. So? Also, everybody's sure he's guilty, but he's got the usual racketeer-type alibi 20 miles away at the time of the shooting. Well, if they can't break that alibi, he's going to get away scot-free. Understand? You mean because nobody can place him at the scene of the crime? Exactly. But, Jan, I can. Oh, yes, no. Yes. I was there on business that day, you remember. And in the lobby of the Guarantee Building, it's just about 11. A man bumped into me, almost knocking me down. Never apology. I just glared at me, shoved me aside, and he hurried out. And? And? Now, I know the man without Tinney. Here's the picture in the paper. But you see, Jan, I know his alibi's a lie. But... Maybe it's not the same man. It is. But that was four months ago, 500 miles from here. Maybe you're... Maybe you're not really sure. No, no, Jan. It was Tinney all right. I'm positive. So, you see? Ed, well, what are you going to do? Do, isn't it obvious? I'm going to the police here in Franklin. I'm going to tell them. No. No, Ed, don't. I don't want to involved in this. Well, the Tinney is notorious. Who knows what might happen to you? But, Jan... No, Ed, please. And I'm scared of this. Now, don't tell the police. Please, don't. I'm scared. All right, Mr. Adams. Now, these... This one, yes. But that one, no, no. And that one, no. That last picture. Yes, again. And this group, number one, no. Number two, no. Three and four and five. Oh, yes. Well, how am I doing, Captain A? I've got to give you A for memory, A for observation. Well, you've seen that man face. I know, but these other men in the pictures I've been showing you look an awful lot like Tinney. Now, that settles it. You sure do remember him. So, what's next? I notify Capital City's DA that he's got a voluntary witness to place Tinney where he belongs, which I assure you will start a celebration. Well, anything else for me to do now? Just go home. As soon as Capital City tells me when they need you there and what arrangements they'll want to make for your transportation, I'll get in touch with you. The trial starts in, let's see, five days. Meanwhile, go home and relax. All the words of all the words in all the dictionaries. Just look at tonight's paper. I know. I've seen it. And what's going to happen? It's right on the front page. All about you. All about how you're going to testify and how important you'll be to the state's case. Don't you see what this means? Well, Jan, it was bound to get into the paper. Where everybody can see it, including people who may want to stop you from telling your stories. Well, Jan, they can't stop me. Chan? I'm no expert on crime, but a man like Tinney must have friends or henchmen or associates or whatever they're called. Associate? Darling, that sounds very funny. Well, none of this is funny to me. And I ask you not to do this. Don't you understand, darling? I am afraid for you. This story is public property now. Any moment we may... Oh, Ed. Oh, no, darling. It's just a phone. Don't answer it. Jan, don't do it. Everything is all right. Hello? Yeah. Oh, hi, Bob. Yes, yes, we thought. Well, is it true? Come on, now. Cut it out. You make me feel like a stuffed shirt. Sure, right here next to me. No, she isn't crazy about it. I mean... Yeah, yeah, sure. That's right. We'll talk about it another time. Yeah, sure. Bye. It was just Bob. You see, dear, you don't have to be so jealous. Ed? Come on, dear. Now, you answer it this time. Oh, Jan, please. Hello? Come on. Jan, what's the matter? Who was that? Some man. What did he say? Did you say the change in story quicker? You'll find out. Yeah? You'll find out dead men have testify. What else? What else? What did he say this time? That's my thing. What did he say? Oh, Jan, get hold of yourself. There was nothing else I could do. Do you want to be a hero? Maybe they didn't see it. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe they knew everything happened to Bob. Darling, I don't want you to earn a posthumous medal for public history. Jan, dear, don't. Now, don't cry. Didn't Captain Hale send a police car to watch my house? Look, out the window. It's right there. See? I know. Everything's going to be all right. I hear you. Maybe it's just a crank calling. You can't know that. Anyway, nothing's really happened. If I know it's obvious, you won't... No! I'll get that. Hello? Yes? Who is it? Can't you get it? If I hear that voice again, you tell him we've got to get out of here. Some place where we can't hear that voice. I know it. Whatever you say, now, dear. Don't. No way. That's just realized. Maybe that's the whole purpose of being a trouble call. Get you off this house. I'm Captain Hale. Capital City just called. They're sending Lieutenant Neil of their police to take you up there tonight. Yeah, that's right. He'll fly in this evening, then he'll take you back on the 10 p.m. flight from here. What? Oh, no, no. You won't be alone for a minute. The proud car will take you and Mrs. Adams down to headquarters right now. As soon as Lieutenant Neil arrives at my office, we'll have a bite and get you to the airport. Right. Lieutenant Neil? One of the best. I've heard a lot about him myself. You haven't got a thing to worry about, believe me. We're sending you up there with the right man. Real pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Neil. I'm Lieutenant Cain, Captain Hale's squad. Oh, Cain. And a surprise to hear myself being phased as I got off the plane. Didn't expect to be met here at the airport. We don't know you by sight down here, Neil. Hale wanted me to be sure not to miss you to see a couple of changes in the operation. Like what? Well, for one thing, you don't go to headquarters. I moved Adams to a private house on the outskirts of town. That's where I take you to meet Hale. Why the switch? A little added security. Hale's afraid that, uh... Look, I'll explain it on the way. I got a car outside. Let's go. You can see what Hale has in mind. He simply figures that somebody may make an all-out try to get Adams. And he figured that if somebody knows all the details of how we're moving Adams to Nightway, something may go wrong. What, for instance? Well, no, he's just being double cautious. That's all just in case. Well, what makes him think anyone could know? It's been secret. How would they find out? There's one way. What way? What if they had a wiretap on Adams' phone? Any reason to think they had? For D, Neil. Personally, I'm inclined to think it's a very good possibility. Yeah, a very good possibility. Let's see. How much further to where we're going? Practically there. As a matter of fact, before we get there, there's something I've got to give you. This. Sweet dreams, copper. Sweet dreams. Of course you want to see my credentials, Captain Hale. Thank you. Let's see now your shield, your identification card, a letter from the district concerning Capital City. Fine. Credentials all check out okay. Happy to meet you, Lieutenant Neil. Happy to meet you, Captain Hale. This is Ed Adams. Mr. Adams, this is the officer from Capital City who will be responsible for your safety. How do you do? Hello, Adams. I've been looking forward to meeting you. And this is Mrs. Adams. Mrs. Adams, Lieutenant Neil. Mrs. Adams. Lieutenant. If Mrs. Adams looks nervous, it's because she is. Those threatening phone calls, you know? Of course. It's only natural. You will be very, very careful, won't you? Mrs. Adams, I'm here to take care of your husband. And I'm going to do it. Yes, ma'am. I'm going to take real good care of him. You see, Jan, I told you everything's under control. Come on, Alan, eat mine. I guess everything's all set, huh? How about getting started? I mean, you and me, Mr. Adams. Here we go. It's early, Neil. An hour until your plane leaves. It takes only 10 minutes to get to the airport from here. Sure, but I... And we haven't had dinner. Yeah, but don't you think... And I think everybody's hungry. I am, I know. How about you two? I don't think I'll eat again until the trial is over. Well, personally, I'm starved. Yeah, but... So that's that. We eat. Relax, Neil. We've got plenty of time. The only question is, where do we eat? So we send out or go out? Well, the airport dining room's fine with me. With me, too. No objections? Good. Dinner's on me. Uh, no, no. It'll be on me. See, in view of everything, the least I can do is buy Mr. Adams his dinner. And I don't want you to hold back, Mr. Adams. No matter anything you want for the meal. I want you to eat like there is no tomorrow. Come on, wake up, you'll... Come on, I'll snap out of it. What's going on? You're under arrest, that's what's going on. You're not behind that steering wheel. You're not driving anymore tonight. Driving? Me? Yes, you. You did a fine job, drove this convertible up on the sidewalk, then parked it neatly against the fire hydrant. Now, come on, out of the car. Stop shaking me. Up to Daisy, and out you come. Easy. Oh, my head. Cut it off. You're not hurt. People don't die from a hangover. They just think they will. Now try standing by yourself, huh? Right is something wrong. You don't understand. Don't I? One sniff of you, mister, and anybody would understand. Now, stop walking. I'll hold it. Officer, I'm just beginning to remember. Listen, I'm not drunk. Mister, when I find a guy sleeping over the wheel of a car, he parked on the sidewalk up against a fire pump with a whiskey bottle, three quarters empty on the seat next to him, and the guy smelling like a distillery, I make a deduction. Drunk. I said, let's go. Wait. I'm a police officer. Neil, Lieutenant Neil of Capitol City. This isn't what it looks like. I can identify myself. Let me show you my papers. My shield. Brightness. Pocket. My wallet. My credentials. They're gone. Oh, come on now. Sober up. I found letters on you addressed to William Taylor, Grand Rapids, Michigan, and a wallet with initials WT to match, and no driver's license. Explain that to the sergeant. Wait. You got to listen to me. The phony, he slugged me. Wait a minute. You got to listen. He's going to use my credentials to get hold of me. What time is it? Got a license driving well under the influence of liquor, damaging private property, damaging city property, and resisting arrest. Busy. Sergeant, we're wasting time. I've been trying to explain what happened. I can identify myself. Oh, yes. Also impersonating an officer or trying to. Right, Tom? Right. Will you stop this nonsense and let me explain? You call these charges nonsense, Taylor. For the last time, my name isn't Taylor. And I can identify myself if you let me use the phone. No, you're identified now. Then you'll use the phone. I'll tell you where to call. Forget it. Don't you see time's running out. Look at that clock. A man's got my credentials. All he has to do now is present them to Captain Hale of your police department right here in Franklin. And when it's done. Franklin. Franklin. Now look, you. You're in Sunnyvale, 10 miles outside of Franklin. What kind of an act is this? Well, I was moved here. It's all part of what I'm trying to tell you. I'm here to protect a witness. His life is at stake. I tell you, my credentials will be used. Well, if there's no time to go through the whole thing again, it's getting late. Right. Bedtime for you. Tom, put him in a cell where they can sleep it off. You'll be in a rain tomorrow, Taylor. You can't do this. I have a right to use one phone call now before a rainman. That's right. You have. And I've been trying to give you a break. You make that call now and the condition you're in, you waste it. Now look at you. You're drunk. You're wild-eyed. You don't know what you're talking about. Now you just leave it off first. Make your call in the morning. Tom, lock him up. I have a right to one phone call now. It's the law. So it's like that, huh? Okay, mister. I'll let you make a phone call. One call. And then, mister, I'll want some straight answers. Now, who do you want to call? Captain Hale of Franklin Police. No, I see. I get it now. You're a big shot, huh? You know, big brass in the big town, and you want to put some pressure on. That is a piece of cake, Sergeant. Well, I've got some news for you. This may be a suffer, but we don't take orders from anybody. Have a long night, fellas. Just a few more steps for the desk. Isn't the officer? Up a class drunk and disorderly, Sergeant. I found him sitting on top of the war memorial, singing Hinky-Dinky Polly-Voo. He threw peanuts at me when I told him to come down. Won't give his name. Of course. In cock-metho from distant metropolis. Anyway, what's in the name? And for that matter, who was Sylvia? What is she? Listen, you, I'm in no mode for another drunk. Sergeant, my phone call. I'll ask for the decline of manners. Can't a visiting gentlemen celebrate with purest song the wedding of an old college chum in the wretched peasant village set chum in habits and having so celebrated cannot he be booked in the local pokey sir without interruptions from all careful wife. What are you doing here, Lieutenant Neal? What? What did you say? What was that last? I have spoken of it. Speak again. You know this man? No. I charge you. This is that same Lieutenant Neal. Tear of detectives who arrested me in capital city at my brother's wedding. That didn't deny it to be there. Preston Cantwell III. And your humble servant. Well, Sergeant? Yeah, I get the picture. Oh, I'm sorry, Lieutenant. How can I find it? Step it this no kind. Call Hale. Yes, sir. Franklin Police headquarters, quick. Emergency. Look, Lieutenant, I can't tell you how bad I feel. I was touching your loyalty with Adam. Hold this distance to sponsor my suburban cousin. I think I shall go to sleep. Hello, Franklin headquarters. Sunnyvale Police Sergeant Burns speaking. Captain Hale, please. What? He's not there, Lieutenant. Where is he? Where is he? He says he's at the airport dining room with some people. You got a phone in there? 935, how far is it from here to the airport? The airport's closed to Sunnyvale and Franklin. Seven, eight minutes to squad car. Do you want to try to page Hale to the airport? No, it'll be dangerous. Hale know you by sight. Yeah. Go to get off the phone. Sure. Thanks, no message. Now what? Get a car on the way. I'll tell you what we'll do. Even the coffee's good here. Well, it's ten minutes to take off, Mr. Adam. The board and the plane, so how about saying goodbye to the missus? Yes, sir. I guess it's about time. Already? And I really wish you... Captain Hale, the check's paid, so you and Mrs. Adams have to work off of you. Mr. Adams and I can get started. No, I'd rather see him out of the plane. Yes, me too. That's not necessary. I'll take over now. Beijing Lieutenant Neil of Capital City will Lieutenant Neil come to the superintendent's office in Portland. For you, Neil. Yeah. Go ahead. Superintendent's office just outside this dining room. Yeah, look, it's getting late. Mustn't miss a plane. Let's disregard this. Will Lieutenant Neil please come to the superintendent's office immediately? Urgent. Better go, Neil. You've got time. Oh, I think... All right. Come with me, Mr. Adams. Adams can stay here until you come back. Extra minute with his wife. But... But what? Can't trust me to watch him? Captain Hale. Sergeant Burns. Captain, I've got something to tell you. Here's what happened. For somebody paging you, Buster, get your hands up. Outta boy. Now face the wall. That's it. My credentials, my gun. Your hail? Yes. Burns explained the whole thing. Good. Then I'll leave this prize package to you. Book him for resolving me in suspicion of attempted murder just for openness. And I hope he tries resisting arrest. It's a pleasure, Lieutenant. Five minutes to take off. So if you don't mind, Captain, I think maybe it's time for you to introduce me to Mr. Adams. Suspense. You've been listening to Death and the Escort by Harold Huber. Included in the cast were Don McLaughlin, Elspeth Eric, Bob Dryden, Joe Julian, Larry Haynes, Leon Janney, Harold Huber, Maurice Tarplin, and Ian Martin. 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