 Harding, counterspy, calling Washington. The Blue Network presents Philip S. H. Lorde's counterspy. A counterspy is the United States undercover agent whose duty it is to smash the professional enemy spies operating in our midst. Imagine Ace counterspy of them all as David Harding. Those are the footsteps of Liza Gutt as she walks along the narrow rocky path which runs on top of a high cliff, looking out over the sea on the northern coast of Maine. Forty-two years ago Liza Gutt married. Mark got her husband sailed away and was drowned. For forty-one years Liza Gutt has kept a little kerosene lantern lit on her front porch. So just in case Mark should return, he'd see the lighted lantern from the sea and know she was waiting. Well, well. Liza Gutt is nearing her little house on the top of the cliff where she stays alone. Liza sees something, something on her front porch. She can see it with the light of the lantern. That's funny. I didn't leave nothing on the front porch. It looks like a man. It is a man. What are you doing on my front porch? Oh. Wake up. I said what you do a lion on my front porch. Oh, I was just lying here. I'm exhausted. I guess I fell asleep. You're a stranger. Yes. I had a narrow escape. I landed here in a lifeboat. Saw your lantern lit so I came up here. When I found nobody was in, I was too tired to go anywhere else. What happened to you? I was in a small Norwegian lumber schooner. There were five of us just off the horseshoe reefs. We were torpedoed. I got the lifeboat over alone. The others were killed in the blast. I was way after I'd have been killed too. One of those terrible German or Japanese submarines. Yes, it happened yesterday morning. I've been rowing for land ever since. Then I heard a bell boy. And about an hour later, I landed on the beach down there. You've had a terrible time, ain't you? Could you give me a little food? Let me stay here tonight. Come in. You've got to be took care of. Thank you. I'll have to light up a light. Shall I bring in the lantern? No, sir. That lantern stays there lit under all conditions. And it ain't never going out. Nurbian took him. As long as I'm conscious. There. Now you can see. I'm sorry to trouble you. Ain't no trouble at all. May I inquire your name? Liza Gott. And it's got two T's and no E before the L. Liza, not Eliza. What's your name? Berkman. Frank Berkman. You look pretty tuckered. Here. Now just lie down here on this sofa and make yourself comfortable. I have been through a good deal. Well, now you stretch right out. Put your head up here. And your feet down there. Now, are you quite sure you're comfortable? Oh, I never was more comfortable in my life. Well, that's good. Now you can rest in peace. Danny, this is Liza. Get me quick as you can. The counter spy headquarters in Washington. And I want to speak to the head of it. No young stripland. You go on, Daffy. Do as I tell you, Fanny. Get me the head of the counter spies. I still think you're Daffy, but I'll ring them. Danny, ain't you got Washington yet? This is Liza Gott, a Loganberry point mean. I've caught me a spy. Pardon me. Would you say that again? I'm Liza Gott, a Loganberry point mean. And I've caught me a spy. Lying on the sofa over there. What? You ain't see the condition he's in. Is he unconscious? Well, he told me about Rowan alone. And here in our bellboy at the Narrows. And then Rowan an hour and landing on our beach. Well, I was born here. And I know this coast. And there ain't nobody Rowan from the bellboy at the reef to this shore on an ebb tide in one hour. He's a barricader. What is Loganberry Point near? Hate near nothing. The nearest place is Stuybison. But that ain't near nothing either. Well, I'll leave my plane immediately. Very nice of you, Captain Stinson, to drive me over to Loganberry Point. The plane couldn't seem to find a nearer landing place. So? You don't suppose to be a captain that the horse might trot a little? I'm not much worried about it. No. I mean, could you make her trot? No. I put her out to pasture when she was 22. She'd been out there eight years now. I had to pull her back into harness when the gas ration went in. She has enough trouble to stand up. Say nothing to trot him. I see. Do you happen to know Eliza God over at Loganberry Point, Captain Stinson? Yep. Is she quite a responsible person? Sort of the earth. I just thought I'd visit her. You mean room there? Yes. You don't know Eliza. What do you mean? You'll find out when you get there. All righty, Mr. Hyden. Thank you, Mrs. God. I took a plane as far as Stuybison's and then I had to drive over. Now, where is this man you captured? In the woodshed. Woodshed? That's where he is. No, man, but my past husband never spent a night under this roof. And there ain't no man ever going to. Don't you want to put down your suitcase? Oh, no, no, thank you. I have some equipment in it. Oh. Now, you'll have to go the rest of the way yourself. He's right in there, laid out on a cord of wood. I ain't going into no woodshed with no two men. All right, Mrs. God. I'll go look. The worst for wear. Come on. Here, come on. Go away. Go away. Come on, sit up. Yeah, sit up. Oh, it's you. Are you the man she'd been waiting for? Yeah. Then get me out of here. I had to pretend I was unconscious or she'd have killed me. What do you mean? After she dragged me out here, she'd come out every hour. And if I was conscious, she'd hit me over the head with that piece of stove wood. Knock me out. Look at my head. I can't tell how much of you is your head and how much is bumps on top of your head. She'd hit me over the head, just as cold and systematic as though she were a pile driver. Let me have your fingers. I want to take your prints. No. You'd better, I might call Mrs. God back. Oh, that's better. I'll telephone your prints to Washington and we'll see who you really are. Counter-Spy Headquarters, Washington, reporting to Harding. The fingerprint you just telephoned in are prints of Dr. Slesen, who left San Francisco for Portugal 18 months ago. He was employed in the still-world plans while they were experimenting on cargo-carrying hair transports. It looks like Dr. Slesen is the one we have been expecting the Gestapo to try and smuggle into the country. Come in. I'm glad to know it's Slesen that we've got. It's quite obvious Slesen has been sent in to secure all possible information on the newly contemplated cargo-carrying transport. This is a job the Gestapo probably allowed him about a week to complete, and then they must have made arrangements to get him out. I'll check with you later tonight. Well, Berkman or Slesen, you just heard that conversation. We know who you are and why you're here. I guess there isn't any sense to my denying. After all the plans had to bump into that woman. You're going to talk? No. I'll see. Well, as the people of Logan Murray Point would say, there's more than one way to skin a cat. Martha, Martha, church bells ringing. Something's up. Put it on your hat, Martha. The one with the yellow ribbon. Church bells ringing and it ain't go-to-meeting night. They must be calling it for something special. You have been called to the church here at the request of Mr. Harding concerning an important matter. We're proud to see every person of Logan Murray Point present. Mr. Harding of Washington. Citizens of Logan Murray Point, I know you're all aware of the circumstances of the German spy who landed and was apprehended here. He means cocked girl. Now, our government knows why he was sent here. His mission would ordinarily take him a week. It is logical to expect he would be returned to Germany by the same route he arrived. Well, this part of the coast was selected because it's very sparsely populated. The Gestapo evidently believed landing here would be very simple. By all logic, I expect arrangements have been made by the submarines to pick him up at this very place within the week. All of you men present are lobster fishermen or go out hand-lining and setting trot lines. You know the reefs and shoals like your own backyard. You can weave in and out of them on the blackest night in the thickest fog. I'm calling for volunteers. Every night I want six fishermen pretend that their motors have gone back on them and remain out there in their launches. Now, with the dangerous undertaking, there's a chance you might be captured and even tortured for information. How many of you men are willing to volunteer? This is a sight I wish every American could see. Some of you are over 80. Some in your teens. And not a man in this church who isn't standing. We are breaking water here, Captain. Making the surface. It's very foggy and dark, Herr Kapitain. We are among the reefs. I suggest you come on deck. Get the hold of it. Get the rope. Surround it. What's going on? What is that? Throw me that rope. Then we surface. We came up right alongside that little fishing boat. There is a fisherman on it. Good. Bring him aboard. We will question him about these waters. He looks like an old man. Get him below. Bring him out. The Captain wants him below decks in the control room. Blackout ship. Charge batteries. Fish all over him. Get down there, you fish. Well, what are you doing out in your boat? Late at night in the fog. I was doing me a master fishing. My plastic motor broke down. So? Perhaps it didn't break down. Perhaps you're out here spying. Huh? You think they'd give me an important job like that? An old seamen over 70? See? Well, they wouldn't lag. Yeah, you're right. You are too old. What's your name? Stinson. Captain Egbert R. Stinson. So you're a captain? A captain of fish, perhaps? Well, if you understand, sir, for 50 years I was captain of sailing ships. And I never lost a one. Huh? If you are so good, where are we right now? In the devil of a farce, if that'll help you. You know what I mean? What's our location? How far off horse you reef, are we? A quarter mile northeast of it. You're lying. I know it. So you dare lie. I think we can take care of that. Mate, a hot iron from the gallery. But I would get survive for a stick. Well, we'll never see a room with so many gadgets in it before. We didn't need all these wires on the sailing ship. How far are we from the lighthouse? The lighthouse? Oh, let me see. As the crow flies, I think I'd say about a million miles. You talk. You will talk plenty. All right, I'll talk. You better be careful. All right, I'll talk. You dirty vermin. The sea is clean. It's decent. Not a foul like the likes of you. Before you're through, you and this rotten hook will be at the bottom of the sea, but the fish won't trouble your carcasses. There isn't one foul enough to eat you. Curse you and all your foul. You! Get on that fire, actor, to kill you. Go ahead, shoot. Before you can kill me. But it's fun to make a bargain. What is the matter? Shoot this crazy fool. Six bullets to stop him. At the chief engineer and electrician both come to central control at once. Jawohl, Herr Kapitain. Chief engineer, electrician reports us to central control at once. Inspect, repair damage. Ring for hand control to receive what that maniac has done to our automatic gear. Herr Kapitain, the master rest has damaged. Impossible to say how long it will take to repair. Completely wrecked, Herr Kapitain. How long will it take to repair? Two to three hours, Herr Kapitain. The compressed airline is breached. Several hours to repair. Also, main ballast hand belt jammed. For fluke normal. All this damage with the axe. Hello. Mr. Harden. Submarines out here. Good. Good. What are the facts? Well, Red Boogins just landed. In about a quarter of a mile from old Captain Stinson's. He heard the sub come up and they evidently captured Captain Stinson and took him on board. Come on. He heard a lot of commotion to get the submarine to go down. But it sounded like they couldn't hear his motor and then got to the lighthouse here. Fine. Fine. I've got all the information I need right now. I want to hang up and then use this phone. Now let's see. I turn this little crank here. Yes. Ring it long and loud. Sometimes, Penny, the operator, lays down and takes nap. Now, Mr. Gott, would you run down the path and ring the church bell? Emergency. If the bell rings late at night, they know that to bring what guns they have and rush for the wharf. Hello? Operator, get me that number I wrote out for you yesterday. Please hurry, Mrs. Gott. Have that church bell rung. Oh, Revere said, one if I land and two if I see. Naval control. This is Harden reporting. Related destroyer Smithville proceeded once one mile southeast of Sand Island light. Submarine on surface. Immediately, sir. Relate a coast guard, carry out plan three if possible, and fog does not prevent. Otherwise, plan two. Immediately, sir. Include a Navy message that because of present emergency, I'm going to try to get armed fishermen to submarine first so a destroyer reaches submarine watch for all clear signal, which will indicate presence of Americans on board. Yes, sir. Those of you with the slowest motorboat start off first. The Sandy's guns. Some men take it. I want all of you men to understand that this is an extraordinary situation. You're all volunteering on your own accord. Now, the reason we're taking things in our own hands is because it's so foggy the planes can't spot us up. It's too foggy for the destroyer to come in among these reefs until daybreak. Indications are that something's happened to that submarine and it can't submerge. Would you say, Captain Lawson, there was a very heavy swell out there near Horseshoe you led? Plenty heavy. After a three-day nor'easter, they've got a roll out there standing them on their heads. Well, that means the fire from the submarine will be very inaccurate. Now, when we sight her, you're all to fan out and make a circle around her. When you hear Captain Lawson blow his fog horn twice, head right for her. Start shooting and picking off the men, manning the guns. With 30 launches coming at her in all directions and the fog and the heavy roll of the sea, she'll have her hands full. Time from all sides of her. Let's call it starting out. All right, men, your launches. Good luck. And remember, your women hope will be standing right here and don't wait. That's her, Captain Lawson. Had dark shape about two points in starboard. I am scum. Should I blow the fog horn twice? No. Twice is to attack her. Blow it once so they'll fan out and approach her from all sides. Now, slow the motor. Give the others time to get around her. I didn't realize how patriotic I'd be till I started thinking of them Berman's second foot on our shore. I've never seen a thicker fog. She spotted us. Shall I head for her? No, she's only shooting at the sound of our motor. Who are you? And so will we shoot. We won't reply. Let him stew. Who are you? Get ready, Captain Lawson, to blow your fog horn. Two blasts. I ain't had so much fun since Lige's kind of fell in the well. Get ready. All right. Sound the signal. Take her here, will you, Mr. Harding? Let me do a little gunning. Go ahead. For the minute we touch her, jump aboard. The whole German crew is on deck. Captain Mulligan. Commander, as we stand here in the control room of your submarine, that you and all your crew are prisoners of the United States. Justice to Avartan. Cree Shon. I am helpless. And there at your feet an old sea captain with 12 bullet holes evidently kicked in the face after he was dead. You were shoving at our controls with the fire ax. We had to shoot him. We shoot him six times before he fall. Captain Stenson was a neighbor of mine. What arm of the American forces have they been captured by? The fisherman of Loganbury Point. Mr. Harding, Mr. Harding. The United States destroyer approaching out of the foster. How in Sam Hill did the destroyer get in among these shows in a night like this? That's real navigating for you. What am I supposed to do now? You're expected to surrender your submarine and your crew and yourself to the greatest navy in all the world. We, his neighbors, of Loganbury Point, returned the earthly remains of one who has lived among us for so many years. Captain Stenson, if he had had a thousand lives he would have chosen no other way to have given them all. And so we of Loganbury Point, not mournfully, but with pride in our hearts say goodbye to a great American who lived as an American and died as one. God bless America. Bless America. The land of the free. The featuring David Harding is presented at the same time every Monday evening. 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