 Box 13 with the star of Paramount Pictures, Alan Ladd as Dan Holliday. You idiot, you fool, you let him get away. I did not, worker. What could I do? He was in the post office. Did he have the envelopes? Of course he did. He sent them to someone. Sent them? And he's got a whale. Staley, you are an idiot. No, not quite. Look, I've got a blotter. Well, what good's that? Look, in the mirror. What he wrote on the envelope was on the blotter. Well, at least you use your head. Let's see if we can read it. Box 13, care of star times. Box 13, star times. There's no star times in this city. But there is in the city he sent his letter to. You're right. Well, we'll find him later. But first I think I can get what we want from this Box 13. And now, back to Box 13 and Dan Holliday's newest adventure, Aaron Howe. Okay, I'll see you later then. So long. Today? Oh, hi, Susie. Got the mail? Uh-huh. And I... What do you got there? Eight nice new counterfeit five-dollar bills. How'd you get them? Well, you see, I had my eyes closed when they were passed on to me. I'm turning them over later to the police. And how about the mail? Oh, here. And you know, Mr. Holliday, I had the funniest feeling while I was coming back here at the office from the star times. What do you mean? I had a kind of demolition. You mean you blew your top? Huh? What do you mean demolition? You know, like when you think something's happening or going to happen. Oh, premonition. I had it. Why? I felt like I was being followed. I felt eyes looking at me when I was in the star times getting the mail. And you were followed? It felt like it. Okay, that makes you a big girl now. Let's have the mail, huh? Yes, sir. 12 letters. Slim biggings. It was such a funny feeling. Wow. Wow, look here. An out-of-town letter. I know. I thought... Oh! A little nervous this morning, Susie. Yes, sir. Come in. Good morning. Good morning. May I come in? Oh, please do. I hope this is not too much of an intrusion, but I... May I do something for you? Well, maybe. Is this your advertisement in the star times? Adventure wanted will go any place to anything. Box 13. That's right. So you are Box 13. Yes. I had a different picture of you, Mr... Mr... Holiday. Dan Holiday. My name is Worker. Thomas Worker. Oh! I saw you at the star times. You were the one who was looking at me. Yes, I guess I was. You followed me. It was charming work. And you... Oh, thank you. May I ask why you followed my secretary, Mr Worker? Curiosity. You see, I've been noticing your ad for weeks now. It runs day after day. Actually, I wanted to see you what you looked like and why you put the ad in the paper. Oh, is that all? Yes, that's all. Foolish. No. Tell me, Mr. Holiday, do you get the adventure you advertise for? Sometimes. Do you receive many replies to your ad? Usually, yes. But you cannot follow them all. Well, no. Do you have any particular reason for asking all these questions, Mr Worker? No, but I lead such a prosaic life myself that your ad intrigued me. I finally got up enough courage to go to the star times and wait for someone to collect the mail from Box 13. I see. And now that you've found me... I... Well, perhaps you'd care to have dinner with me some evening and tell me some of your adventures. I'd like to hear them very much. I... I'm very lonely and... All right, Mr. Worker. I'd be glad to. Oh, thank you, thank you. Now I must be going. Sorry to have troubled you. And I hope I didn't frighten you, young lady. Oh, no. It was kind of fun. Oh, my umbrella. One can never tell when it might rain. Well, good day, Mr. Holiday, and thank you so much. Don't bother to get up. I'll look you up in the book and call you. Please do. Goodbye. What a nice man. Funny old duck. Well, let's open the mail, Susie, and... Hey. What's the matter? Where's that letter from out of town? It's right on top of the pile where you put it. But it's not a... What's the matter, Mr. Holiday? He's gone. What do you mean? Sure he's gone and... And that letter went with him. He took it. His umbrella was on top of the pile. Oh, what a nice old man. Gee, he stole the letter. Yeah, and something tells me, Susie, that Mr. Worker will never invite me to have that dinner with him. Sure, Worker took the letter. But why? What was in it? Why was it so important? And who sent it? Well, I kept asking myself those questions, and then three days after that little visit from Worker, Susie came bursting into the office. Oh, Mr. Holiday, look. Here's another letter from the same place. I mean, it looks like the same handwriting. Yeah, it does. Hey, Susie. Huh? You weren't followed this time, were you? Uh-uh. I made sure. Oh, good. What's it say, Mr. Holiday? Listen, three days ago, I sent you a letter containing a sealed envelope. It contained half of something which is very important to me. It was imperative that I get rid of it until I could get to safety. Gee. I'm all right now, and I'm going to send the sealed envelope to 243 Marlowe Avenue Bridgeport, Arthur Holmes. Now what are you going to do, Mr. Holiday? Do. Well, I can't send him the envelope because I haven't got it. And I can't find Mr. Worker because I've got a sneaking hunch that he'll be a little scarce. Maybe you'd better write to Mr. Holmes. Oh, no, Susie. This looks too good to be handled by a letter. I'm going to find out a few things by seeing Mr. Holmes in person. I went to Bridgeport, found 243 Marlowe Avenue. It was an apartment house. There was no clerk at the desk, but there was a tier of mailboxes. One of them belonged to Arthur Holmes in apartment 6B. Saw her a couple of minutes later. Mr. Holmes. Oh, Mr. Holmes. I tried the door. It wasn't locked. The apartment was dark. I was fumbling for the light switch when... If I say I was fresh as a daisy after that thump on my head, I'd never get to be the father of my country. I was lying on the floor. The room was still dark except for a flashing light that came from a store sign across the street. I lay there for a minute to give the room a little time to stop spinning, and I realized I was holding something in my hand. And from where I lay, it felt like a gun. I was just crawling to my feet when... I wanted to clear up a lot more before anyone found me. I ducked behind the door and waited. Mr. Holmes? Why did you scream? Well, who wouldn't? The room was a shamble. Some of it searched it. And lying on the bed in an alcove was a man who certainly would have no further interest in me. Or anything else. There was a hole in his forehead. And I was sure I held a gun that put it there. Sure, I was innocent. But I'd have a hard time proving that. Figure it out. I received the letter from Holmes. Instead of writing, I went to him. I didn't wait for the clerk in the building to call up first. I ducked behind the door when the cleaning woman came in. And maybe I should have gone to the police right away, but I was innocent. And I wanted to learn a bit more. Besides, the cleaning woman reported the murder. So, a half hour later, I was drinking a cup of coffee and an all-night hamburger stand. And that winds up the late news for tonight. The next edition of the new... Oh, just a moment, ladies and gentlemen. We have a last-minute flash. The police are looking for a man who answers this description. Medium height, light hair, wearing dark grey flannel suit, blue and white striped necktie, black shoes, carrying light tan topcoat. The description of the wanted man was given to the police by the clerk who remembers this man asking for the apartment of the murdered man Arthur Holmes. And that's all for tonight. The next edition of the news... Another murder. You heard it, mister? Yeah. Getting so person can't feel safe no more. You're so right. More coffee? No, no, thanks. Pie, cake? Nothing, thank you. They ought to get that guy that done it pretty soon. You think so? Sure. He ain't gonna get far. Every cop in the city will be looking for a guy wearing a grey suit, blue and white. Yeah, you're right. Okay, here's your dime. Yeah, thanks. What's the matter? You... Don't say it. What are you gonna do? Walk out of here? Sure, sure. You stay right where you are and you won't get hurt. Just keep talking to me. Mister, I ain't got nothing to say. But don't say it. Sure, sure. It makes you feel any better. I didn't kill that man. I ain't said you did. The police said it. They could be wrong. Sure, they could be wrong. Yeah, that's right. Now stay right where you are. Don't say a word to either of the other two in here until I'm out of sight. Understand? Sure, sure. Good night, mister. Come again. Hey, there's him. There he's... Hey, taxi. Taxi. Know where the park is? Yeah, sure. We'll drive to it fast. What's all that noise about? I haven't the least idea. Park, huh? Okay. I sure like to know what all that noise was about. Now they're playing a game. Huh? Sure. Heron Hounds ever hear of it? Oh, yeah, yeah. I played it when I was a kid. Huh. Then I've got news for you. It's no longer a kid's game. Mistake number two for smart boy holiday. Another notch against me. I ran from the hamburger stand. And that would look bad. But I've got one bad fault among others. I'm very curious. And I was so curious to know how and why the clerk at the apartment house identified me when he didn't even see me. But if somebody paid him off to enlarge this beautiful frame around my neck, well, we'd see. Hey, mister, I've been thinking. Ain't that Heron Hounds game a little young for grown-ups? I told you it wasn't a kid's game anymore. Oh, well, it's gone nuts. We agree. Say, uh, pull up here, will you? I thought you wanted to go to the park. It's dark there. Huh? Well, it's dark all over. It gets that way at night, mister. Maybe you've got something there. Oh, pull up here by the drug store. Hey, I'll keep the change. Hey, a fiver. Well, thanks, buddy. Don't mention it. I won't. Not even to the messes. When the cab drove away, I then went into the drug store to the phone booth. I looked up the rock smore apartments in the book and dialed a number. Smore apartments? Is Eddie there? Clerk there, isn't he? Who? Charlie who? Madison? No, Eddie's a clerk there. I, hey, keep your Charlie. Madison? Madison? Charles Madison. There were three Charles Madison's in the book. Okay. Maybe one of the three was the one I wanted. I left the drug store and went back out of the street. And as I did, the cab I just got out of drove up. Hey, you. Hey, you, wait a minute. Well, this was it. Hey, you. So, you want to play here in Hounds too, huh? Well, I'm sorry, but I warned you. No, wait a minute. It's no longer a kid's game, not the way I blitz. It's another Box 13 adventure with Alan Ladd as Dan Hullin. I was adding black marks against my name faster than I could explain them away. And I knew the police would be listening in on the Roxmore switchboard. I hope my act had worked. Now, all I had to do was find the right Charlie Madison and get his story. An hour and a half and two Charlie Madison's later. Uh-huh, I'm Charlie Madison. Clerk at the Roxmore? Yeah, why? I'm, I'm a writer. I'd like to get your story. Oh, sure, sure. Come on in. You're married, Mr. Madison? No. Sure, sure. Swell, get your coat and hat, Charlie. What for? I'll feel safer out on the street away from here. I don't get it. Don't you recognize me, Charlie? What are you giving me? I never saw you before in my life. But a guy who never saw me before in his life, he gave a pretty accurate description to the police. You, you're... Yeah. Yeah, I am. Hell! Now listen, Charlie, you're not going to get hurt if you play good boy. Don't try to know the O. You're breaking my arm. Mm-hmm. One more peep out of you and I'll work my way up to your neck. What do you want from me? Information. Now come on. I want to be out of here when the police arrive. Let's go, Charlie. I'm right behind you. I've got a gun. Sure, sure. Is there a back way out of here? Turn, turn to the right. What does this alley lead to? To the street. Then we go the other way. Oh, listen, I, maybe I made a mistake. Maybe you ain't the guy I saw. I know that, Charlie. There are other things. All right, stop here. It's dark enough. What, what are you going to do? Nothing. You're going to talk. Now, what do you know about Holmes? Nothing. He only lived at the Rocksmore two days. Just moved in? Yeah. Now, who paid you to identify me? Nobody. No. Who paid you? I don't know who he was. What's his name, worker? I don't know, honest. I don't know. His short gray hair, a little mustache? Yeah. His name's worker, isn't it? I don't know his name. I guess you don't. But he paid you to say that you saw me go into the Holmes apartment, huh? I... Hey. Yeah, yeah, now let me go. Oh, no, Charlie. We've got work to do. Where's the nearest payphone? Down the street, on the corner. Okay, I'll furnish the nickel, and you furnish the talk. I don't get it. What do you want me to do now? Help me smoke this work out into the open. What for? I told you, Charlie. I didn't kill Holmes. But I'd have a tough time making anyone believe that after the ring around the rosy I played tonight. Work is the boy I want. I get moving. Yeah, sure. The police will trace this call. Don't let them make you repeat anything. They'll take the whole year until they can trace where this call comes from. Just say what I... Hello, police? This is Charles Madison. Listen, there's something else I didn't tell you. There's another man in the Holmes murder, and I said this... I'll repeat. Keep talking. Look for a man below medium height. Gray hair. Little mustache. I don't know his name. But he carries an umbrella, and he wears glasses. That's all. What? Hang up. He didn't hear the last part. He heard it all right. Let's get out of here. Can I go home now? Oh, no, Charlie. I'm beginning to be real fond of you. What are you gonna do now? Uh, you like taxi cabs, Charlie? Huh? We're going to ride in one cab after another till the morning papers come out. What for? The papers will carry the latest in the Holmes murder, including your description of the mysterious little man with gray hair, whose name is Worker. But... But Worker will come after me. Now you're beginning to be bright about the whole thing. You kill me. Yes. Like you did Holmes. Oh, you won't let him. You gotta let me go. You know, Charlie, I can't seem to work up a flood of tears for you. You frame me for money. I wouldn't have had a chance if the cleaning woman had seen me in Holmes' apartment with this gun in my hand. Well, I'll say I lied. Think a minute, Charlie. If you do that, it'll make you an accessory after the fact. What's that mean? Simply that the police would hold you equally as guilty as Worker or me. Well, then what'll I do? You know, Charlie, I'm a very curious-minded person. I could go to the police, but I'd rather play it through my way, smoke Worker out in the open and see what this is all about. But how? Well, as long as Worker knows you can identify him, he'll try to find you, get you. But if you don't go to the police, he'll know you're around somewhere, Charlie. By the way, Charlie, how does it feel to be another hare in the game? All right, pull up here, Driver. Come on, Charlie, you're tired of writing? It's almost day. Yeah. A stack of morning papers on the corner. Here you are, Driver. Keep the change. Charlie, there's nothing gloomier than a city just before dawn. I'll get one of those papers. Where are we going then? Who knows? I've seen the whole city. Go on, get the paper. Tie it up. Untie them. Yeah. Here you are. Did you leave a nickel? Huh? You have a dishonest streak in you, Charlie. Come on, leave a nickel for the paper. All right, down this alley. Okay, in the storeway. Now we'll see what the papers have to say. Well, you're in, Charlie. Listen, the mysterious disappearance of Charles Madison has led the police to suspect foul play. Say, Charlie? What else to say? Oh, here it is. Madison called the police late last night with another tip in the murder of Arthur Holmes. Madison volunteered the description of another man whose name he said he did not know. Meanwhile, police revealed Holmes... What's the matter? Why did you stop? Meanwhile, police revealed Holmes' real name to be Albert Henning, former draftsman at the Bull Mill Aircraft Company. Henning disappeared over a week ago, and executives of the aircraft company stated that Henning was suspected of having taken micro-photographs of plans for the Navy's new twin jet fighter. He... he was a spy. Uh-huh. And that's what he sent to Box 13. He didn't want to be caught with a photograph on him, so he used me as a hideout until he could send for them. I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is we got to go to the police now. You're so right, Charlie. You're so right. Come on, I'm through playing games. This is growing a little bigger than Box 13. I love you. Stay where you are. It's... it's worker. Yeah. Don't try to use your gun, Mr. Holliday. It's not my gun. It's yours. The one you killed Henning or Holmes with. That's right. How do you find us? Simple. You see, Mr. Holliday, when I heard over the radio that you would escape from Holmes' apartment, I was a little worried. I knew you'd read or heard about this fool giving your description. I thought you might go to him and perhaps to the police. He says I should have in the first place. That's right. But you didn't. I'm glad you like adventure. So, I watched Madison's place, and I'd been following you all night to see what you were going to do. I know. Do you want to guess? No. You made it perfect for me, as perfect as Henning did when he double-crossed us and tried to sell those photographs for a higher price. Perfect for you? Yes. Think of this. Here you are in an alleyway, with the only man who identified you as the murderer of Mr. Holmes. Now, you still have the gun, and I'll take it. Be careful how you hand it to me. Please, hurry. Thank you. Now, I shoot Mr. Madison first, and then you, and how does it look? Pretty smart, but it looks as though... It's my idea. Let me tell it. There was a struggle, shooting, and both of you are dead. Oh, it has flaws, but not glaring ones. Don't, don't. I'll swear I lied to the police, Mr. Worker. I'll say, Holiday killed Holmes. I'm a... Oh, haha. Better still. I will give you this gun, Madison, and you will shoot Holiday, while I stand in back of you, and then you will go to the police and say you got the gun away from him when he was going to kill you. Here. Now, once you kill our friend, Mr. Holiday, you will be a murderer, and you will have to keep your mouth shut. So go ahead, Mr. Madison. Pull the trigger. Come on, pull it. Don't do it, Madison. Don't do it. Worker can't make two shootings look right. Either you pull the trigger, Madison, or I do. It's a little better to live than to die. Hurry, you idiot. You won't kill me? No, no. There would be no need for it unless you talk and you won't. Madison, don't. Hey, you down there. Police! Hit the ground, Madison. Pass. Hi, shooting officer. Very nice. All right, you two. Get up off the ground. And believe me, I'm very happy to be able to do just that. What's the matter with the other guy? Nothing. Things are a little too much for him. He passed out. That's a guy, officer. That's a guy. Okay, okay, you guys, stand back. All right. Officer, what kept you? Are you kidding? We've been tracing you all night. One taxi driver after another, one cab after another. You think you're going to get away with passing those phony fives all over town? That's right. No, I didn't. That's why I passed them out. What? You know, officer, you have a very efficient police force. Oh, thanks, boys. You mean you gave out them phony fins on purpose? Uh-huh. A very definite purpose. I don't get it. You think it's funny, huh? Well, see how hard you can laugh at headquarters. Officer, I've never been so happy to be arrested. And boys, I'll match every phony five with a good ten. Come on, let's go. Hello, Susie. You were worried? Now listen, Susie, I'm in jail. Yeah. Yeah, get a hold of Lieutenant Kling. Tell him I've got to talk to him. It's a long story, Susie. I'll tell you all about it when I get back. But technically, the charge is passing out of it money. But you can't. Oh, no. Good night, Susie. Next week, same time, through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures, Alan Lad stars as Dan Holliday in Box 13. Box 13 is directed by Richard Sandville with an original story by Russell Hughes. Original music is composed and conducted by Rudy Schrager. The part of Susie is played by Sylvia Picker. Production is supervised by Vern Carstensen. Box 13 is a Mayfair production from Hollywood. Watch for Alan Lad in his latest Paramount Picture.