 Box 13, with the Star of Paramount Pictures, Alan Ladd as Dan Holliday. No, no, no, do it. Take it out of the typewriter. Now, address an envelope to Box 13, Keras Star Times. You know, this Box 13 is made for us. The letter was typewritten. There was no signature and a red. Enclosed as an invitation to the Garden Charity Bazaar at the Arthur Manoring Estate this coming Thursday. Use it, and maybe you'll get adventure. Anyway, take a chance. And wear a red carnation in your lapel. That was all. Four lines. But, brother, what was in between the lines that I couldn't read then? And now, back to Box 13 and Dan Holliday's newest adventure, Dan and the Wonderful Land. And could you find it at Charity Bazaar, Mr. Holliday? That, Susie, is why the letter interests me. Sounds dull. Some of the dullest letters I get through Box 13 have led to some of the biggest headaches, but fun. It was probably written by some huckster. A what? Huckster. That's what I thought you said. I did. I know you did. Was it wrong? Could it be right? A huckster is a person who plays jokes. Oh, could you have meant hoax? You know what I meant. Takes a little while, but I get there. And I think I'll go to the Charity Bazaar. So, the next day I went to the Charity Bazaar. The Manoring estate was huge. Why not? Arthur Manoring had $5,000 for every blade of grass in the place. And it was a big loan. There were lots of people, lots of money, and lots of places to spend it. I wanted through wondering what the gimmick was. Why I'd been asked what the adventure was going to be. No one paid any attention to me. No one paid any attention to anyone. Then after about a half hour of aimless meandering, I just happened to stick my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled out a note. It read, go to booth number five. Guess the number of beans in the jar is 1,862. That was all. Somebody put that note in my pocket. He's to do in that crowd. Well, the adventure that looked as though it wouldn't amount to anything was a mounting to a jar of beans. Hello there. Hello. This is booth number five, isn't it? That's right. Do you want to make a guess? Yes, I think so. It's $5 a guess. Make as many as you want. $5 a guess? It's for a good cause. And if I guess right, I win the beans. When it's all over, we'd be glad to give them to you. But you also win a prize. All right, what do I do? Here's a slip of paper. Just write your guess on it with your name. Uh-huh. Now let's see. Does 1,862 sound like a good number to you? I don't know. Oh, excuse me. I've got another customer. I wrote down the number with my name. Then I took a look at the others behind the booth counter. No one seemed very interested in me, and then... Are you all finished? Oh, yes, thanks. Do you take a slip now? That's right, and thank you. Don't mention it. Oh, by the way, when do we find out the lucky number? Oh, in about half an hour. Okay, I can hardly wait. I waited another half hour, and during that time I paid $27.50 for a nickel fan, a nickel ice cream cone, and a three-cent brass ring I wanted the fish pot. Then... Attention, everyone. Attention, please. We wish to announce the winner of the bean-getting contest. The winner is Mr. Dan Holiday. Mr. Dan Holiday, will Mr. Holiday please come to booth five and pick up his prize? Thank you. Well, I went and picked up my prize. Whatever I'd won, it was big and heavy, all neatly done up in fancy paper and big ribbons. So I'd come to a charity bazaar to win a prize for guessing the number of beans in a jar. A great adventure. Anyway, I took my prize package to my own home. Holiday, you're back early. Uh-huh. I thought I'd drop in here on the way home. What have you got there? I don't know, but I want it. How? I guess there were 1,862 beans in a jar. Oh, that's a funny number to guess. All right, with you on that one. Well, let's see what I've got. Okay. Mmm, this is heavy. Mm-hmm. What's that? It's a lamp. No self-respecting lamp ever looked like that. It's horrible. But cute. So for this, I spent $32.25. All expenses included. The shape's kind of pretty. If you like oddities, yes. Mmm. It's not bad. Oh? Well, it's yours. Mine? Uh-huh. I don't want it. But maybe you were supposed to win it. Susie, I spent a dull afternoon and I came back with that. Somebody's ribbing me. Oh, I bet that's it. I know whom to suspect. I'd send that lamp for you. Did you mean it when you said I could have it? Yes, I did. Susie, with my compliments, the ugliest lamp in the world. Now, I'll see you tomorrow. Help me put it back in the box, will you? That'll take a half hour. Take it home like that. Well, I don't know about walking along the street with it. Oh, I see what you mean. But it's your problem. Oh, throw the box away outside, will you, Mr. Holiday? It's too big for the wastebasket and there's a trash barrel right down the street. Oh, sure. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodbye. Dad, won't you get used to it? Yeah, well, that takes a while. So out I walked with the box under my arm. I threw the box in the backseat of my car intending to get rid of it later. But I forgot and drove home with it. In fact, I carried it inside my apartment building. When I reached my floor, threw the box down the incinerator chute in the hallway. And I wished now the lamp had been in it. It was midnight before I decided to get some sleep and I was just dozing off when... Who's that? Special delivery letter for you, Mr. Holiday. Oh. Okay, just a second. Sorry to get you up, Mr. Holiday. Oh, it's all right. Here's your letter. Sign here, please. Yeah, sure. Oh, sorry. I dropped the pencil. Here it is. I'll get it. Roll inside. Go back to sleep. Mr. Holiday. I woke up with the night truck bending over me. You all right, Mr. Holiday? What happened? I don't know. I was checking your room and came by and saw you lying here in your doorway. You're sure you're all right. Do you want a doctor, sir? No, no, thanks. Here, I'll help you out. Dizzy? Hmm. I've been steadier on my feet before. Hey, somebody went through your apartment. From the looks of it with a steam shovel. Burglars? Yeah. I'm gonna call the police. No, wait a minute. Close the door. But the police, Mr. Holiday. Let's see if anything's missing. Yes, sir. Well, there's your money and your watch over on the night table next to the bed. Mm-hmm. And that's all that's worth stealing in here. Well, that's funny. Is it? Sure. You sure there's nothing missing, Mr. Holiday? No, not a thing. Well, gee, all right. Look, it's all right. You better get back downstairs. I'll call the police later. Sure. But maybe you'll find something missing after a while. Maybe. Thanks. I'll see you later. Susie, this is a holiday. Almost one. Sorry. Just listen, Susie. Have you got that lamp? Lamp? Lamp. The one I gave you. What? Look, lock your door. Don't let anybody in until I get there. Here? Right away. Oh, but I'm not there. You'll have 20 minutes to fix that. But remember what I said. Let no one in but me. Gee. Susie, your guess is as good as mine. And mine's wild. But it looks good. Did anyone see you take it out of the office? No, I don't think so. And they thought I had it because I carried the empty box home. What's all the fuss about that lamp? I don't know. I, I wonder. What do you wonder? Have you got a screwdriver? Screwdriver? A screwdriver, a knife. Anything we can use to take that lamp apart. Oh, sure. Take it apart. Uh-huh. I think I've got a screwdriver someplace. I remember using one to fix my wristwatch. Oh, good. Let's have it. Is this one? That's good enough. Now, let's turn off the lamp and disconnect it. Gee. I don't understand all this, but it's fun. It's not on my head that says you're wrong. Well, Susie watched. I took that lamp apart piece by piece by bit. I even examined the shade, but... It's just a lamp, Mr. Holiday. Yeah. Nothing inside the base. Nothing in the sockets. Nothing in the body. Nothing. Period. Did you expect to find something? I was sent to that bazaar to get this lamp. I did. You ended up with it. But somebody thought so much of it that my head was tapped. Now, why? Maybe. Gee. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe what, Susie? Maybe it's the lamp itself they wanted. Susie, maybe you've got something there. But why? What's there about this lamp? I don't know. Look, the madrings are wealthy. Now, it stands to reason they've got a lot of valuable objects in their home. And the lamp could be worth a lot of money. We'll find out tomorrow. You're going to leave it here? I have to, Susie. Meanwhile, don't let anyone in. Tomorrow we'll see what's so wonderful about this lamp. Susie kept the lamp. I went home and thought about it. The more I did, the less I did. Then the next morning, I picked up the lamp from Susie, took it to a dealer. Yes, sir. Can I help you, sir? Maybe. This, uh, this lamp. I want your opinion on it. Why? What's it worth? How much would you give for? Well, I'm probably winning a good humor. Two dollars, too. Two and a quarter. But I'd have to be hysterical. You're sure? Positive. How much did you pay for it? Nothing. That's fair enough. Please, take another look at it. Must I? As a favor. All right. I'd say it was a product of a factory that turns out about two million a year. It's nothing but plastered Paris and cheap common glaze. Brass base and standard. Bring about 50 cents. Wirings fairly good. That's enough. You've convinced me. I hope you didn't think it was an antique, sir. No, just a lamp. Exactly. Do you want to sell it? No. No, thank you. Thanks for your trouble. No trouble at all. Come in again, sir. Without the lamp. I was about to leave the store when I saw someone across the street. And if my eyes were good, then they are. It was the fake who got me up at midnight only to put me back to sleep. He had followed me and he was watching the store. He couldn't see me, so I turned back to the dealer. Yes, sir. Something else, sir? You want to buy this lamp? Why? I want to get rid of it. That's an admirable ambition, but why to me? It's yours at any price you want to pay. When I said two dollars, that was a guess, you know. In fact, I don't want the lamp. Oh, would you take it if I gave it to you? I beg your pardon? The lamp is yours. I don't want it. Well, this is very peculiar. Look, you pay me what you want. I'll take the lamp, huh? A dollar and a half. Sold. I don't know why I do these things. There's neither do I. There's your money. Thanks. And good luck. With that lamp I'll need it. I can use the wire in the socket, so. I left the store. I paid no attention to the man who loitered across the street. I walked to my car, got in and drove up the street and around the corner. Then I got out. I peeked around the corner and saw my man go into the shop. A minute later, he came out with the lamp, got in his car and drove away. I hurried back to the shop. Good morning, sir. Oh, you again. The lamp. What about it? You sold it. Yes. Don't tell me you want it back. Did you know the man who bought it? Mr. Anyone who buys a lamp like that, I don't ask questions. It's his. How much? Ten dollars. Oh, that was a quick profit. Oh, I didn't set the price. He came in, looked around, saw the lamp, said, ten dollars worth. I recovered my sanity and sold it to him. And no questions asked. None. Why? Mr. You don't know it. But there are a million questions that could be asked, and I don't know one answer yet. And now back to Dan and the Wonderful Lamp, another Box 13 adventure starring Alan Ladd as Dan Holiday. So there it was. A lamp worth two dollars. It hit over the head in a big, big puzzle. That same afternoon, I bought all the papers, took them to the office, and looked through them to see if there was a report of anything stolen from the mattering place. Nothing. I left the office and was on my way down the street when... Hello, Mr. Holiday. Huh? I'm afraid I'm walking, Mr. Holiday. Got another special delivery letter for me. And even better when this time, it all depends on you. I'm the song of the same name. I'm not amused. Let's go for a ride, huh? On a nice day like this? Let's walk. Save your energy. You'll need it. I see what you mean. Nice gun you got there. Yeah, a nice car too. Right down the street. How handy. Yeah. You've got the lamp I take me to. Because you go with it. Going to wire me for electricity? That could be. All right, get in. Okay, Max. You know where to go. Well, Max is smarter than I am at the moment. But you'll get smarter. But I've got a hunch you'll get much smarter before I'm finished. All right, Mr. Holiday, sit down. Oh, thanks. Nice room. Go ahead, use a little furniture. That's far out in the country. We don't need it. Besides, Max needs room to move around. Understand? I'm looking at Max. Yes. He is big and rough. Doesn't he speak? I do the talking and I'll start now. Holiday, you're smart, but you're not smart enough. Now, where is it? Where's what? I don't know what you're talking about. You picked up the lamp at the bazaar. At your invitation. That's right. How did you know the number of beans that would be in that jar? That doesn't matter. What does matter is I want to know what you did with it. The lamp? Not the lamp. And I don't know what you're talking about. One more chance, Holiday. Where is it? I said I don't know what you're talking about. Look, you want to cut in it? Cut? In what? The diamond. Holiday, you hear me? I don't know anything about it. Where did you take that lamp last night? It wasn't in your apartment. Where'd you take it? Go ahead, Max. Max came toward me. He got bigger and bigger as he did. He moved slowly and while he did, I had to think. If I told that Susie had the lamp, they'd go to her and I didn't like to think about that. Poor little Susie wouldn't know what they were talking about. And it seemed that things happened to people who didn't know what was what. I had to keep quiet. Max got to me and... Well, how are you feeling? Oh... Better? Had an accident, huh? Where am I? I guess that's what everyone says in a case like this. And you lying in the road here, mister? Had a pretty bad accident from the look of you. I don't like to think about that. Can you get me back to the city? The hospital would be better. Never mind. I can still breathe, I think. I want to get back into the city. Yes, I can take you. Good. I want to go to the Arthur Manoring Estate. Quick. The farmer drove me into the city and to the Manoring Estate. I had a hard time convincing the butler I had to see Manoring, but finally... This is a fantastic story, Mr. Holliday. Yes, I'll agree. But the man who had me beaten said something about your diamond. Yes, the Manoring Blue. Where is it? Here, in the house? Yes, sure. Well, of course. Would you like to convince yourself? I'd like nothing better. Very well. But how about your... Don't you think we'd better see about your condition? It'll keep, I hope, another diamond. Very well this way. It's impossible that anyone could have taken it. There were a lot of people here yesterday. And an army of detectives, Mr. Holliday. No, I repeat. It would have been impossible for anyone to take the Manoring Blue from this safe. You're sure? Just a second, you can look for yourself. That's it, huh? It's the Manoring Blue, sir. And this is the only diamond? That's right, Mr. Holliday. And I give up. It's very curious, sir. This business, if you're guessing the exact number of beans in that jar and... Wait a minute. Who knew the number of beans would be in that jar? Why the one who puts them in, obviously? A girl, attractive, about 23 or 4. I don't know about that, but wait a moment. You're not suspecting Carol Marshall, are you? Was she the one on the booth? Yes, but I'm sure she didn't know. As a matter of fact, she took the place of my secretary at the last moment. Secretary? Where is she? He. Why, he... Yesterday morning, he asked to be excused. The bean guessing contest was his idea. And the secretary? Big, tall, low-quite voice. Yes, yes, that's scary. But the diamond's here. Is it? Well, of course. Maybe... Maybe it's not the Manoring Blue. Substitute? Why not? The secretary who gets himself excused yesterday morning. Hasn't shown up yet. No. He has a paced diamond made up. But the problem is to get the real one out of here. He bided his time. The bizarre yes, he was a perfect setup. The real Manoring Blue is hidden in that lamp I won as a prize. You see, he and his Confederates didn't want to take any chances. Your secretary didn't want to take the diamond off the estate himself. A million things could go wrong. But the real diamond, it wasn't in that lamp, you see. It had to be, but where are... I took it apart, I... What were you about to say? Look, you get in touch with the police, here's my card. Keep in touch with me too. I've got work to do. Think hard, you brought the lamp home here. Yes. What did you do then? I put it on the table where you saw it. Did anything fall out of it? No, Mr. Holiday. Think, Susie, think. The diamond had to be in that lamp. You took it apart, Mr. Holiday. There wasn't anything in it. But there had to be. Or I wouldn't have taken the beating I did. Think, Susie, think. Gee, I am. I brought it home, put it on the table, connected it and turned it on. And that's all? Sure. I remember because one of the bulbs wouldn't burn. One of the bulbs? Yes. I changed it because it was burned out. What did you do with the bulb? Throw it away. Why? Susie, tend to one, the diamond was in that bulb. But how could anyone get a diamond in a bulb? Don't you see? Take off the screw base. Take out the filament. Some had a diamond inside. Susie, Susie, where did you throw that bulb? Oh, in the waste basket, right there. But, but it's empty. Sure. The cleaning woman always empties it in the morning. Where does she empty it? The trash barrels downstairs, I guess. Holy mackerel, a $50,000 diamond and a trash barrel. Come on. You say you emptied the stuff in the barrels? That's right. All the stuff I emptied in them barrels. And then what happens? Well, the stuff's taken away. They come and got it this morning. Okay, Susie. I've got to trace the rubbish truck to the city dump. You stay here in the office. The police call, tell them where I am. And tell them to hurry because I've got a hunch I'll be followed. I know it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Except this was a diamond in a trash pile. And at the city dump. It ain't gonna be easy, mister. The trucks that come in this morning dumped over there. Everything in the truck is dumped here, huh? Yeah. You're lucky we ain't started burning yet. Come on over here. This where you figure it might be? It's got to be morning trucks here, afternoon trucks over the other side. I'm looking for a light globe. A bulb. Will you help me? Sure. What are you looking for the bulb for? You won't believe this, but it's worth $50,000. Are you... 50? What are we waiting for? Here's a bulb. Break it. Nothing but a bulb. Wait a minute. Here's another one. Nothing. Come on, let's look for some more. We plowed through everything in that pile of rubbish. Kneed deep in trash, we dug and dug. Until a half hour and a hundred light bulbs later. Hey, look. Here's another one. Let me have it. Thanks. Holy mackerel, look at that. Yeah, I see what you mean. Now let's get out of here. Pull it out of there. Come on fast. Ain't they shooting at us? That's a general idea. Where can we get undercover? There's an old dump truck there. It's your lid. Come on. Come on, let's go. It's stuck down here. The metal sides of the truck will protect us. Phew. Hey, mister, I thought this was a quiet job when I talked to... No dice. The police will be here in a minute. Each going this way. Hey, you got a gun? No, I never touch a thing. So keep down. Police sirens. Not as long as you can. Longer. I guess that does it. Scratch one secretary with a little too much ambition. I was mixed up in it too, wasn't I, mister Holliday? Susie, you don't know how close it was. Something fun. I just thought of a gang. I'll sit through it. Go ahead. Remember the story about Aladdin and the wonderful lamp and the Jimmy? Jimmy. But what about it? All he had to do was to rub it to get out of trouble. But you couldn't. Yes, where's the gag? Well, you couldn't. And that's the rub. Don't you get it? I got it, but I don't know what to do with it. Good night, Susie. Next week, same time through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures, Alan Lads stars as Dan Holliday in Box 13. Box 13 is directed by Richard Sandbill with this week's adventure written by Theodore Henling. Original music is composed and conducted by Rudy Schrager. The part of Susie is played by Sylvia Picker and production is supervised by Vern Carstensen. Box 13 is a Mayfair production from Hollywood. Watch for Alan Lads in his latest Paramount Picture.