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America is you and everyone you know. Tonight we present Lee Bowman in the Pinkerton Man on the DuPont Cattlecade of America. It is the year 1859. In one of the coaches of the train bound for Columbia, Tennessee, a man sits looking calmly at the countryside. He's dressed quietly and you wouldn't look twice at him because, well, because he looks like a hundred thousand other men you've seen. His name, Alan Pinkerton, America's greatest detective. As he sits, another man carrying what appears to be a sample case comes into the coach, looks around for a moment and then... Excuse me, is this seat taken? What? Oh no, no, no. Help yourself. Thanks. Hope you don't mind. No seats on the shady side of the coach. Oh, it's all right. I don't like to sit in the sun myself. Thanks. I'm sorry. I always have trouble with my sample case. I see. What is it this time, Collins? Ties, socks, handkerchiefs. And what's it all about, Chief? Where'd you get on? Last stop. Took a local and caught this train from there. Good. Collins, I'm going through with the case. Yeah, that's what I figured, Chief. All right, what's my job? I don't know yet, but I'll have some use for you. Yeah, but Mr. Pinkerton... Quillen. J.B. Quillen. Well, that's my name, get it? Oh, yeah, all right. A businessman. Retired. Health reasons. Good enough, Mr. Quillen. You stay at the hotel in Columbia. And you? Aborting house, I think. But how long? Well, I don't know. Depends on how tough this will be. Plenty tough, Chief. Case is a year old. Trails as cold as a dog's nose. Yeah, I know. I'll dig around until I find a lead. What kind of a lead in a case that's grown a bin? Oh, that's my job, Collins. Now, when we get to Columbia, you get off first. Go directly to the hotel. Sit tight in our contactures. And that's the story, Collins. Well, don't sound good to me, Chief. Not a lead. Not a single lead. Well, a bank robbery and murder that happened over a year ago, what can you expect? Well, I don't know. Something. Anything. There must be something. Suspects? Four. The President of the Bank gave me the names. Name? Collins, I've eliminated three of those people. Why? There's nothing to tie them in in the first place. All the local police had to go on with suspicion. That's not much. But how about the fourth suspect? A man named Samuel Arthur. Anything on him? No, nothing. Nothing at all. But look, if Arthur's guilty, if you think he's the one, you've got to have something. What about the money from the robbery? Not a penny of it's shown up. That's why I believe the job was pulled by someone in this town. Someone who was afraid to leave. Someone who killed the Watchman and then got panicky. Panicky? I wonder who's played doggo for a year isn't exactly panicky. He's smart. Waiting for the time he can leave. Collins, I'm changing boarding houses. Cookin' bad at the one you're in now? No. The hunting's bad. Samuel Arthur stays at Mrs. Holly's boarding house. Here. Here's the address. All right. What's next? I'm going to find one lead. One clue that'll give me a toehold. I'll see you later. Your last move gives me a triple jump and king me. Well, Mr. Evans, you win again. Yes, sir. I'm afraid I'm still the checker champion of Mrs. Holly's boarding house. No question about that. I resign. Care for another one, Mr. Quillen? Only eight o'clock. No, no, no. Thank you, sir. Tomorrow night, perhaps. Fine, fine. Well, I think I'll turn in then. Oh, there you are. Have you finished your game, gentlemen? Yep, yep, and I'm turning in. You keep Mr. Quillen company, Edna. Make him be right at home here. Well, how long are you planning to stay, Mr. Quillen? Oh, that, that all depends. On what, Mr. Quillen? Well, on my health. Oh, what is your ailment? My ailment? Well, it started a little over a year ago, and I, uh... Yes? Uh, wasn't that Mr. Arthur who went past the door then? Well, I didn't see, but I guess it was. Oh. Oh, well, excuse me. I'm rather tired myself. I think I'll turn in, too. Oh, well, maybe we can have a little talk tomorrow night. Oh, that will be delightful, Ms. Oglethorpe. Good night. Good night, Mr. Quillen, and, and sleep tight. Huh? Oh, oh, thank you. Thank you. Hello. Oh, hello. Oh, sorry, I startled you, Mr. Arthur. Oh, not at all, Mr. Quillen. Beautiful evening outside. Yes, yes it is. And I, uh, I was just thinking of going for a walk. You got to come along? Well, I'm a little tired, and I... Uh, perhaps just around the block. No, no, I don't think so. Maybe, uh, tomorrow evening. Oh, all right. Glad to. Glad to. Uh, yes. Oh, nothing. Good night, Mr. Quillen. Good night, Mr. Arthur. Oh, uh, Mr. Quillen. Yes. Are you planning on going into business down here? Business? No, no. I'm retired. Oh. Well, then, you'll be with us for quite a while. Maybe. Uh, I, I don't like to stay in one place very long, Mr. Arthur. Like a change of scenery once in a while. I see. Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night. Uh, good night, Mr. Arthur. Oh, right, Mr. Quillen. I thought you'd gone upstairs. Yes, well, uh, I met Mr. Arthur, talked for a little chat with him. He's very nice, isn't he, Howard? Yes, very nice. We're all so fond of him. Uh, has, uh, has he been living here long? No, I, I think about five months. Oh. What does, uh, Mr. Evans do for living? Nothing, nothing at all. I think he came into a little money some time ago. Oh, but there I, I mustn't gossip, must I. Well, no harm in that. No. Well, uh, Mr. Arthur doesn't work either. Oh, retired. Well, it's hard to say, Mr. Quillen. I suppose he had some money saved up and, oh, there I go again. It's all right. Well, good night. I'll see you tomorrow. Of course. Uh, we must have a longer talk sometime. Yes, sir. What can I do for you? Uh, do you have cigars? Yes, sir. Any special kind you want? Well, uh, let's see. Two of these, please. Yes. Well, my story you've got here. Uh, thank you. Yeah, I must keep you pretty busy running it. Well, kind of. Good use, some help. I'll bet you could. Uh, don't, uh, don't you have a clerk? Well, not now. I had one, but I had to let him go. He got to talk on safety to the trade, losing his temper. Oh, well, no wonder you let him go. Yep, I couldn't afford to have him given trouble like that. Funny thing, too. All of a sudden, he up and began acting like he was crazy. Well, now that's funny. I wonder what makes people do that. You know, I had a cousin like that, nice as could be. Then one day, just like that, began acting funny. Same as Sam Arthur. Too bad. I like Sam. Everybody did. Yeah, that's the way it goes. Well, I'll see you again. Drop in any time. Glad to have you. Thanks. Oh, excuse me. Oh, hello there. Oh, how are you? Fine. Uh, you got a match? Not sure, I think. Here you are. See you at your hotel in 10 minutes. All right. I've learned a couple of things that might interest you. And he was fired from his job because he got touchy and irritable. I see. Well, I learned he's been keeping to himself. Won't have a thing to do with anybody. Mm-hmm. Everybody seemed to like him before, though. Colin, suppose Sam Arthur had something on his mind, on his conscience. Well, I suppose he has. What can we do about it? Find out what it is. Well, how? If he's guilty, which we don't know, he's kept it to himself for a year now. But that sudden break from his old life. Collins, I'm convinced his conscience is working on him. Well, if it didn't make him break in a year, it won't break him now. Yeah, I know that. We've got the work on him. Yeah, but you can't do that without getting him suspicious. Got asking a guy like that some questions and he'd shut up like a clam. You know that chief. We've had him before. Yeah. Conscience is a funny thing, Colin. So is the instinct for self-preservation. Just let Sam Arthur get the slightest hint you're after him and you won't be able to touch him with a 10-foot pole. Look, I've got a job for you. You'll have to go about it quietly, too. All right. What is it? Find out all you can. But I did. Isn't anything about Sam Arthur you don't know already? I'm not talking about him. I want you to find out all you can about Ben Walters. Walters? But he's the murdered bank watchman. I know it. I've known that for a long time, Collins. Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. All right, but what good is he gonna do? You ever hear of psychology? Psychology? Never heard of it. You will. We'll use that and a little American ingenuity. Great combination, Collins. Now go to it. You are sure of all these facts? Positive, chief. Oh, what's this about the perfume? Well, none exactly perfume. It was after shaving said he used. Crazy about the stuff used in all the time. And he talked like this. Mr. Quillen, this is the way I used to talk. Yeah, that's the way. You should have been an actor, Collins. I could have been a good one. You're going to be. I've got an idea. Now maybe it'll work. It's never been tried before. I don't get you, chief. You will. Collins, get a bottle of the scent you were talking about. Can you do it? You sure? But what's the idea? Psychology. Now, here's what I want you to do. I'll see that Arthur doesn't go near his room until after you finish the job I want you to do. Oh, Mr. Arthur. Oh, hello, Quillen. You want some company on your walk? Well, I wasn't going very far. I'm just out for a bit of the air. What's so as I? Confidentially, Mrs. Oglethorpe was waiting for me. Oh, I see. She likes to talk that she does. She doesn't care what she talks about either. No, just as long as she talks. Do you sleep well last night? Sleep? Well, of course. Why did you ask that? I was so hot. I was restless all night. I heard you, and I thought you were restless, too. I almost dropped over to see you. No, I wasn't restless. No? Well, I guess I heard something else. Heard something? What? Oh, nothing, nothing. My imagination, I guess. But since you were just next door to me, I thought it was you. Well, what are you talking about? Nothing, nothing at all. You see, I don't sleep very well. Probably one of those half-awake, half-asleep dreams. Oh, what was it you heard? Oh, some sort of mumbling, like a person talking in his sleep. It wasn't I? No, no, probably not. No, I've never talked in my sleep. Well, I didn't say anything. I was just mentioning it. Forget it. It was more than likely it was me. Well, I've... I've got to leave you here. Oh, that's too bad. Yes, I've got to get something at the store. Well, I'll walk with you. Oh, please, I'm going to stop and see a friend. Oh. Well, then I won't trail along, then. Good night. Good night, Quillen. I'll see you tomorrow. It was pretty smart of you, Chief. You're trail-less, aren't you, Collins? Sure. Now what? How'd you do back in his room? Well, fine. No trouble getting in at all. I was stuck in the connecting door between his room and yours was a cinch. All right? Let's get back before he does. I'll go first. I'll let you in when the coast is clear. You are listening to Lee Bowman in The Pinkerton Man on The Cavalcade of America, sponsored by the DuPont Company, maker of better things for better living through chemistry. As the second part of our story opens, Alan Pinkerton is trying to break a year-old murder-and-robbery case in Columbia, Tennessee. Certain that a man named Sam Arthur is guilty, Pinkerton is working on him. And Pinkerton's plan seems to be succeeding, for he and Collins listen to an argument going on outside his room. Really, Mr. Arthur, it's absolutely ridiculous. I know what I'm talking about, Mrs. Holly. And don't shout at me. I'm not deaf. And I don't like your insinuations that someone in this house was in your room. But someone was. I tell you, someone was in my room. Dora was in to clean. Dora doesn't have to go into my dresser. Now you listen to me. Dora's been with me for 15 years. She's a good girl. I told you somebody was in my room. I told you it was only Dora. If you don't like things the way they are around here, Mr. Arthur, you can leave now, tonight, this minute. All right. Oh, never mind. Forget what I said. Good night. I believe it's starting to work, Collins. Maybe you're right, Chief. Yes, I think so, but it's not enough yet. Hey, where are you going? Stay here. I'm going to see him. Now. Who's there? Willan. Can I come in? What for? Just to talk. Well, just a minute. What do you want? Well, I just heard you and Mrs. how I thought I could do something. Anything wrong? Oh, it's Dora. I know she was in my dresser. Oh, really? How can you be sure? Well, come here. Come here. Here, this drawer. Anything disturbed? No, no, but I know someone was in this drawer. I don't know how you can be so sure if nothing's out of place. Well, don't you... don't you smell anything? Smell anything? What? Well, yes, I have a peculiar odor like perfume. No, nothing. What? Get closer. Now. I'm sorry, Arthur, but I'm afraid you've got too good an imagination. It's not my imagination. I tell you there's some kind of perfume that's been spilled in my drawer there. Oh, it must be your nerves, Arthur. I tell you I can't smell a thing. You're... you're sure of that? Look, why don't we get someone else? Evans, Miss Ogilford. Oh, no, no, please. Never mind. But if you say it's here, I could be wrong. You know now, Evans or Miss Ogilford... I said no. I don't want them in here. Well, all right. It's all right. I guess it was my imagination. Sure. It's funny, but you know, nerves and imagination can play tricks on a man, especially when he's worried. Good night. It's just me, Mr. Arthur. Quillen. Oh. Oh, you. Why didn't you answer the first time? Well, it's after two in the morning. I didn't want to speak loudly. Too hot to sleep, eh? For me too. Yes, I... I came down to the veranda to get some air. It's not too cool here, either. Sultry. It's one of those nights you read about. You know, the kind that makes you feel something's going to happen. Still quiet air. The heavy humidity. Even the crickets are quiet. I... You were going to say something? No. Nothing. Just look at that sky. Not a star showing. No breeze. Nothing. Just deadly quiet. I can see for myself. Oh. Sorry. Excuse me. Your... Your handkerchief. A what? Handkerchief? What about it? That's where it comes from. You use it. You use it. Use what? What are you talking about? That scent. That's where it came from. It wasn't in my room. It was yours. Scent? On my handkerchief? Oh, no. Absolutely not. Never use scent. I can't stand the scent. It's coming from your handkerchief now. I smelled it when you pulled it out. Do you use scent? I don't smell anything. No. No, I don't believe in things like that. You don't believe in things like what? Man, your nerves are bad. It's not my nerves. I tell you it's not my nerves. You ready, Collins? Yeah. Listen to him pacing back and forth. Get in the closet. You know what to say. Right? Arthur. Sam Arthur. Can you hear me, Sam? This is Walter. Talk to me, Sam. Tell me why you did it, Sam. Who? Who's that? Sam, why didn't you talk to me? Tell me why you killed me, Sam. Please talk to me. Arthur, what the hell is the idea of bursting into my room? Who are you talking to? Talking? Me? You're crazy. There's somebody in here with you. There's somebody in that closet. Oh, you are crazy. Why should anyone be in there? You were talking to someone. All right, so I was talking to someone. Someone in that closet. Go ahead and look in. See who it was. Well, go on. Satisfy yourself. Or do you want me to open it for you? No. No, please. Please don't open it. No. Come on out, Collins. He's ready to make a break for it. Hey, he almost looked in. No, no. He didn't dare. He was afraid he wouldn't see anyone. Hey, he's running away. Yes, I thought he would. All right. The next train doesn't leave Columbia for an hour. And in that hour, we've got to hire two men on that train with Arthur. Come on. Excuse me, is this seat... What? Why, Arthur, what are you doing on this train? Well, this is fine. I thought I'd have to ride this train alone. I got a wire suddenly, business up north. But you, where are you going? Well, I have a sister in New Jersey. I haven't seen her in a long time, and I... Oh, you made up your mind suddenly, didn't you? Yes, yes. I was worried about this. Oh, that accounts for your nerves, eh? Don't worry. We'll do that to a man. Oh, yes, yes. I was worried about her. I see. Well, this is going to be pleasant. Still hot, isn't it? I thought... Well, what's the matter? Your... your handkerchief. My handkerchief? What's the matter with it? That perfume I smelled. You do use it. What are you talking about? There's no sand on this. There is. There is. I can smell it. Oh, now look, Arthur, I never used sand. It's your imagination again. I tell you what's not. You use the same kind of scent that he used. Me? Who? Please. Please, Quillen. Don't fool me. What are you trying to do? I know it's your handkerchief. Look, Arthur, we can settle this easily enough. I'll ask the man in back of us. Excuse me, sir. I know this sounds a little... Wait a minute. What are you going to do? I'll just show you what your imagination can do. To settle a bet, will you smell this handkerchief and see if there's sand on it? Eh? No, sure. Nothing on that handkerchief. There, you see, Arthur? Give me that. Sure, sure. Ask that man across from us. Mr. Rye, I beg your pardon, please. Yes? There's scent on this handkerchief. Will you please tell me what kind? You crazy? No, no, please. Please, just smell it. What? All right. Nope. I can't smell anything. What? Satisfied, Arthur? Quillen. Quillen, I can't stand it anymore. I've got to tell, I've got to tell someone. I've been living with it for a year and I, I can't hold it in anymore. I can't, I can't. What is it, Arthur? I killed a man, Ben Walters. But I didn't mean to. He woke up and I had to hit him. I swear, I swear I didn't mean to. Ah, didn't mean to, huh? Oh, it's been driving me crazy for a year. And this last week has been the worst. It's, it's like he's come back, he's come back, Quillen. Oh, I had to tell somebody, oh, go crazy. It's better this way. Come on. What will they do to me? What will they do? I don't know, Arthur, but it's much better this way. We'll get off at the next stop. Our star, Lee Bowman, will return in just a moment. But first here is Gane Whitman speaking for Dupont. Sound travels about 12 and a half miles a minute. And the new jet-propelled planes are already flying 10. This means a jet plane flies right along behind the sound it makes. 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In time, he was to see worldwide distinction come to American detectives for their work in ensuring law and order for our citizens. The United States Secret Service, an organization Pinkerton founded, as well as his own Pinkerton men, rank high in international prestige, along with France's famed Surte and Britain's Scotland Yard. It was a pleasure, Gaine, to portray this remarkable detective on Cavalcade tonight. Thank you and good night. Next week, the DuPont Cavalcade brings you Gene Herscholt in Parade. It's the tender and moving story of Peter Verick, an immigrant who believed in dreams and who believed in working hard to make those dreams come true. Be sure and listen next Monday to Gene Herscholt in Parade on the Cavalcade of America brought to you by the DuPont Company. Our star tonight, Lee Bowman, appeared through the courtesy of Columbia Pictures, producers of The Jolson Story. The music for the DuPont Cavalcade is composed and conducted by Robert Armbruster. Our Cavalcade play was written by Russell Hughes. The part of Collins was played by William John Stone and the part of Arthur was played by Walter Mayer, who appeared through arrangement with Metro Golden Mayer, producers of The Yearling. This is John Easton inviting you to listen next week to Gene Herscholt in Parade on the Cavalcade of America brought to you by the DuPont Company of Wilmington, Delaware. The Cavalcade of America came to you from Hollywood. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.