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At least there isn't a port between Gibraltar and the Suez Canal I haven't been in and out of... ...without the knowledge of the harpooners. I was once a gob in the U.S. Navy... ...and the crafty skipper was once a PT boat in the U.S. Navy. Now, we can both be head for a price. If the price is right. That's Marius, my first mate's crew. I signed him on one night in a dive in Marseille... ...after I'd come between him and a crazy Moroccan who wanted to give him a facelift... ...with the broken end of a wine bottle. Marius may have a rather carefree coat of ethics... ...but I know I can count on his loyalty. So long as I pay him regularly. There are the bells up on the suque, the old section of the canal. The sun is dipping toward the mountains of the Esterelles... ...and another day is drawing to a close on the glamorous... ...and expensive French Riviera... ...where the pickings have been precariously leaned... ...for the cruiser Moroccan bird and its men. All done, sir. Ah, but who knows? Maybe this is our pigeon. May I come up, boss? Sure. What can I do for you? You said that your booty fought higher. That's right. And are you free for the season? Yes. Yes, I am. Good. Then I should engage you. For what? Oh, just a boat ride, a moonlight sail. Where? Just out in that? Why? Monsieur, am I engaging you or are you engaging me? I'd like to know what I'm getting into. That's all. What is nearly as I say, Monsieur, a moonlight sailor... ...a young lady whose capitulation you either get or not. Oh, I see. Well, I'm not sure the mockingbird is very well rigged... ...for your purpose. She looks as equipped. Okay. What time? Uh, say eight o'clock. You know the Villagouet on Catancide? The big place up by Eden Rocks... ...that rich American dam list for the summer? Yes, sir. I'll be there. Oh, one thing, Monsieur. Yes? How long? How long is it going to take you? Who knows? Two hours? Three hours? One cannot put a time limit on these men. Oh, yeah, I know. Say ten thousand francs for the evening. Agreed, Monsieur. That's eight o'clock then? At eight o'clock. That's it, Steve. I do not like you. But, my friend, the buck is a buck. Or, as we say in France. Four hundred francs is four hundred francs. Make fast that bow line, Marius. I haven't known Captain. Well, Monsieur the Captain, you're right on the bend. Part of our service, Monsieur. Hey, you never told me your name. Oh, forgive me. It is Foyer. Racket Foyer. And this is Mademoiselle Adèle. I'm glad to have your board, Mr. Bell. Thank you, sir. Any special place you wanted to go, Monsieur Foyer? A gift. It's a great south. South? Yes. To Africa. I was beginning to dislike this puny little Frenchman with his shifty eyes, but I didn't give him any argument. He was paying for the evening, and if he wanted to ride toward Africa, I'd head south for a little while. The girl sat huddled on one side of the foredeck, her back turned to the Frenchman, and he leaned against the rail, watching him. Ten. Like a black cat ready to pound. Then, for a moment, he averted his gaze, as he turned into the wind to light a cigarette. Adèle leaped to her feet, ran a stern, and climbered into the wheelhouse. Captain, where are you taking me? Where's the guy? Is he all right? Yeah, who's shot? What do you say? If he badly heard... Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, lady. You must not let yourself get too upset. But I've got to know, and you won't tell me anything. You can know everything in good time. And anyway, Captain, no, it's nothing. Now, now, come along with me. But this is... I said come with me, without me hearing how this he did. With a yank that nearly pulled her arm from his socket, he hauled Adèle out of the wheelhouse and back forward. Marius looked at me and shrugged. The big fella he... He's been there by the lure. You know what I think, Steve? Not to tell you, tell me. This fella is not in love with this girl. No. Yes. Well, what are you going to do? Yes, but who is this cop who is so badly heard? And what is this destination, this fella, that we were approached? Who knows? It's his boat ride. He paid for it. Yes, but, Steve, I'd like to... Help! What's wrong? Hey, look! He's spitting her over there! Help! This is the foredeck. Just in time to grab this struggling girl before she went over the side. She was too shaken to speak, but the Frenchman wasn't some kind. Well, thank you, Captain. Thank you. She was trying to pose up to the floorboard. I struggled to prevent her, but she was too strong for me. Maybe it had not been for you. I bet I saw how it happened. Oh. Get out of the wheelhouse. I want you where I can keep my eye on you. Both of you. Thank you. He's trying to push me over the board. I know. Marius? Where's my captain? Bring her around. We're going in. Okay. All ahead, Frank. All ahead, Frank. Sooner I drop this cargo, the happier I'll be. Nobody said anything to the next few minutes. The girl was too shaken to talk, and the Frenchman was figuring his next move. Marius held the wheel, driving the mockingbird across the moon-drenched water at top speed. And I stood by, and went further than they happened. You don't owe me anything, but 10,000 francs for the evening's outing. Oh, that. There you are. Thank you. I never lived. I feel I must be strange. You see, my wife... Your wife? What kind of a story is that? Oh, I did my dear. And I am not your dear. Captain, I hardly know this man. He's a friend of Mrs. Dawson, my fiance's mother. What? This is Dawson with these words this evening. Miss Chuck had been hurt, skin-diving over on St. Margaret Island. He was asking for me. Well, this man was a guest for dinner. He offered to get a coat. He'd take me to Chuck's, but... But he tried to drown me. He tried to push me overboard. You saw it yourself, Captain. Oh, look, I don't want to get mixed up with it. You've had your ride, and now the party's over. I'll take the wheel, Marius. We move, Captain. Stand by to make fast to bow, Commander. We move, Captain. I'll bring the fast, one, Captain. Very well. You first, Mr. F.Y.A. So, I was beginning to ready. Who's that? Mrs. Dawson, my fiance's mother. Did everything go off? A dare. What are you doing here? Didn't you expect to see me come back? Well, yes. I mean, no. I thought you'd be with Chuck. Well, we never went near the island. Your friend, Mr. F.Y.A., tried to drown me. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You must be mistaken, my dear. Well, anyway, I have good news. They found me from the island. Chuck is perfectly all right, and they're bringing him home. Oh, thank God. When will he get here? Well, later. And maybe not until morning. So come along, my dear. You look terribly tired. Oh, I am. And then you go straight away to bed. I'll call you the moment Chuck gets home. You see, Captain, it is necessary to humor her fantasies. Otherwise, she becomes quite violent. Yeah. Cast off, Marius. Let's get out of this joint. We headed back to Cannes, taking a bearing on the white frosted walls of the Palm Beach Casino. And I couldn't get that girl out of my mind. She didn't sound crazy. She didn't act crazy. And there was no doubt about it the Frenchman had been pushing her over the side. And the woman, Mrs. Dawson, whoever she was, seemed not only surprised, but furious to see the girl. I knew it was none of my business, but that's the way I am. Back to Kentucky. We crept into a quiet cove a quarter mile east of the villa. I left Marius an anchor watch and made my way back to the house along the silent moon dappled road. It was a big villa surrounded by formal gardens, a rambling Mediterranean house dominated by a round watch tower which looked out to sea. There were no lights on the landing side, so I made my way through the shadows toward the water, and soon heard the low buzz of voices. There they were. Mrs. Dawson and Jack standing on the terrace, which faced the sea. There I was. I've been seen away from them. Hidden behind an excursion. Oh, what do you think? It's all madame. Well, then perhaps you can explain your failure. All would have gone well, had it not been for that American musket. Oh, excuse me. Excuse me. What could I do? He heard her scream. You shouldn't have permitted her to scream. Madame Dawson, have you ever seen anyone? Of course not. Then you are in no position to criticize me. That girl must not marry my son. I understand that. Perhaps. Tonight. You said you would do it tonight. I'd but now. Well, there is still time. It's up over in Monte Carlo at the casino. The way that boy loves roulette, he won't be home until three or four o'clock in the morning. You'll still have time. But here in the villa, this is a different map over the county. At sea. You're a most unidentified assassin, Mrs. Dawson. Oh, that? Look. Her bedroom in the tower. You see that building up there? Yes. That's her room. The room in the tower is occupied. And up beneath the balcony, a sheer drop of nearly a hundred feet to the rock below. In the morning, her body will be found on the rock. An unfortunate exit. I see, madame. And may I say one thing? Yes, sir. You should be in my line of work. You would do well. I sneaked away on this high note of confidence and returned silently to the road. As I ran back to the marching herd, I worked out a rough plan for the rescue of a fair maiden from her dungeon tower. The light in the tower room was still on. Marius used the marching berg toward the base of the tower until his prowl punched into the sand between a couple of rocks. You are doing the plan that steep? It doesn't look too bad, Marius. Up that bank of the terrace, and up those vines that they're strong enough, and onto the roof. After all, that tower was never designed to repel invaders. It was built to look old and quaint, and you see those stones sticking out of the stucco every now and again? It looked close enough to be useful as a ladder. All right, give me the coil of rope. Here you are. You know what you have to do down here. I know. Oh, the light just went out. I gotta get moving. First part of the climb was a cinch, and the vines were old and sturdy, but the whimsical architect who embedded those picturesque stones in the tower had never intended them to serve as a ladder. A couple of times I was sure that they would find my body along with the bells from the rocks in the morning. But I finally made the balcony scratch, bleeding, and scared. But not half as scared as the bell. Who's there? Who is it? Steve. What are you doing? Don't talk. Just listen. We haven't got much time. Listen to me. Chuck is all right. Oh, thank God. He isn't hurt. This is the casino at Monte Carlo right now. Oh, I don't know. You were right about the Frenchman. He tried to drown you, and in just a minute he'll try to push you off the balcony. Mama doesn't want any little girl playing around her little boy. We've got to get you out of here, and there's only one way over the balcony. Come on. There's no time to get prettied up. Just come as you are. Come on. She got out of bed and came out to the balcony with me. I dropped a light line that I'd carried up with me. Marius fastened it to a coil of three-quarter inch manila, which I pulled out and looped over the railing of the balcony. Then I tied a French bowline on the end of my improvised bows and feet, and a bell stepped into it. I helped her over the edge of the railing, waved to Marius, and he began to lower the terrified girl to the rock. As she disappeared from sight, I heard the door of the room open softly behind me. 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I fought off the knife hand but it came closer and closer to my throat. And then he lost his balance just a flesh and just enough for me to use judo. And he flipped over the balcony and down, down to the rock below. I clamored over the railing and went down the rope, hand over hand. The dell stood trembling, at the silent heat that was the Frenchman's body. Come on, Adele, we've got to get out of here. It could have been me. It could have been me. That's right. Give me a hand, getting her aboard, Marius. Come along, Adele. Easy now. All right. There. There we are. We just lay back and rest. Who's down there? What's going on down there? Uh-oh, I was afraid she'd hear that scream. Fire her up, Marius. Remote, Captain. Stop or I'll shoot. All ahead, Frank, Marius. All ahead, Frank, Captain. No wonder she hired the Frenchman to do her killing for her. She can't shoot for sour apples. We got out beyond the three-mile limit as fast as the mockingbird would go, which is plenty. Then we headed east toward Monte Carlo, the life to the Boulevard des Anglais twinkled like a jewel necklace along the waterfront of me. But we were safe out here. In case Mrs. Dawson had alerted the Niswaz Harbor patrol to intercept us, Bill France, Mr. Stern, and the dark bulk of Cape Paras, and then the little town of Bodin. At last, we rounded Kid Dye, and there ahead rose the white facade of Monte Carlo, hovering with light. And we flipped into the territorial waters of Monte Carlo, placed from the front of the boat. Where can I drop the anchor, Steve? We haven't got time. Tie up at the customs here. The customs? Sure, we're not carrying contraband this time. You don't have to smuggle as pretty a girl as Adele in the monocle. We tied up at the customs dock under the astonished gaze of the guard who had merged from his red and white striped sentry box. But don't miss it. You have a landing for me? Not yet. We're in a hurry. But you can go by. Yeah, I know. I know. I'll be back. Meanwhile, you guard my boat, huh? Yes. You see, we're refugees from France. Oh? An affair, d'amour. Oh, well, in that case, fuck this, miss you. Fuck this! We made our way to the terrace of the casino and stood outside looking through the windows of the tunnel today. It was crowded, as usual, with dutifully gone women, men in evening dress, intent upon the Roulettes and macaronchement affair. Adele appeared anxiously trying to find her a boy in the crowd. So many people I can't find. Well, then let's go in. Like this? With your peat coat over my neck? An embarrassing... Oh, it's not a new fashion. Oh. No, I mean it. But my hair's such a mess. Oh, well, in that case... Oh, there he is. Huh? I can't. Where? Over there by the big roulette table. See? The tall blonde. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll go get him. Keep an eye on her, Marius. Well, yes, I'm keen, Steve. We did not bring her this spot and let her get away, eh? Ha, ha, ha. Well, well... Well, Monsieur, let's review what Monsieur had done. He said we're always double-bureaux. He said we're always double-bureaux. Well, Monsieur, let's review what Monsieur had done. We aim for blue. Your name's Chuck Dawson? Yeah. Why? Someone wants to see you outside on the terrace. Oh, oh. Surprise. Ha, ha, ha. What is it? Come along. Hey, wait a minute. I got a lot riding on 17 red. I got a lot more riding out on the terrace. Adele. What? Come on. Is that George? Monsieur. Monsieur Dawson. What's that word? It's your name. I gave it. Hey, Adele. Oh, Chuck. Chuck, I never thought I'd hit you with him. Well, what is this? What's this all about? Well, there'll be plenty of time for explanations later. The important thing is, do you want to marry this girl? Corsages. Well, then I suggest you do it right away and in Monte Carlo, where the authorities take a dim view of murdering mothers-in-law and kidnapping skippers. 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Third in tonight's story were Frank Thomas Jr. as thieves, Louis van Rooten as Jacques, Joan Lazer as Adele, and Ethel Owen as Mrs. Dawson. Others included Jack Manning, Jim Bowles, Sam Raskin, and Guy Ratt. A sober word about this holiday season, keep in mind all through the holiday season, highways are dangerous. Slow, steady, and sober will see you safely through. And listen again next week when we return with Zero Hour, Ray Bradbury's chilling story of the day the children take over the world. Another tale well-calculated to keep you in... on CBS Radio.