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Everyone present appeared to be relaxed, comfortable. All that is except Bob Talbot who had a problem. A problem of strategy as he divided his time between pleasant small talk and the seriousness of his attempt to avoid Liz Wheeler, the wife of his best friend and business partner Henry Wheeler. As the evening wore on and Bob's evasive tricks wore thin, the inevitable finally occurred. He found himself trapped in a quiet corner of the drawing. Well, Bob, fancy running into you. Hello, Liz. Nice to see you. Is it? Of course. Oh, Bob, it's been ages. What's wrong? Now, Liz, I... I've been busy. Oh, yes. That sweet young thing I see you pictured within the society section. Liz, this isn't the time or the place. I don't believe there's really anyone else. Liz, really, I... Darling, I've got to talk to you in private. It's no use. We've been through all this before. We're finished, Liz. It has to be that way. Why? Because of Henry? Well, that's it, isn't it? Well, after all, he's my best friend. I... I just can't do this to him. I knew that was it. I knew you hadn't really stopped loving me, Bob. Liz, Liz, be careful. Henry's coming this way. Oh, don't go away, darling. We're still going to talk. I have plans for us and Henry. Ah, it's a fine party. Our kids looks like it can go on all night. Hey, you two haven't been drinking. You can't enjoy a little party without a drink, you know? Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit? Overdoing it? Nonsense, nonsense, Liz. I'm enjoying myself. I'm having a great time. Henry, must you shout, everyone is staring. For goodness' sake, straighten out. Straighten out? Well, look at me. I'm as straight as an arrow. Henry, be quiet. Oh, Liz, don't go spoiling the party. Look, I'm getting fed up with this. Always saying, don't do this, don't do this. Oh, you're acting like a child. It's a fine party. I'm having a great time. And I just leave me alone, please. I can't even have any fun. Hey, Charlie. Henry's in rare form tonight. Bob, will you come to the house? I must talk to you. Liz, I've told you we're finished. Please, Bob. Darling, I can leave now. No one will be surprised if I do. The way Henry's been behaving all evening, everyone has noticed it. But, Liz... Don't worry. The servants night out. See you in half an hour, darling. All right. All right, Liz. I'll be there. It's time for the showdown, isn't it, Bob? You could go on making her think the only reason you'd stop seeing her was because of Henry. Your friendship with him. It was a convenient excuse to break off with Liz, wasn't it? And not once did she suspect the truth that you've grown tired of her. There was really someone else now. The sweet young thing on the society page who was going to be another stepping stone to the top. And now as you sit with Liz in the library of her home. Liz, don't you see, I... I didn't realize what a real friend Henry was. I just can't do this to him. Darling, I've told you I can get rid of Henry. You know he wouldn't give you a divorce. Now, please don't talk about it. Henry has the highest regard for me, and I feel the same thing toward him. Oh, this ridiculous loyalty. I... Bob, don't you think you owe me something? Remember, I was the one who got you into the firm. Everything I am or hope to be, I owe to my darling Liz. Is that it? Now, Bob, don't be angry. I just... I don't need you any more for anything. I've never loved you, Liz, not even in the beginning. From the start, I knew what I wanted. You were just the means of getting it. Oh, you're lying. You're trying to make me hate you and forget you. Oh, Bob, you know you love me. Liz, please. Look, darling, we're the same kind of people you and I. We can't just call it quits. Because of a Henry. All these past weeks without seeing you would have been a nightmare. No, don't look away, Bob. Kiss me. Oh, darling. Liz, it's no use. Listen to me, Bob. Henry's going up to the cabin this weekend. We'll have three whole days. Three days. No, no, we won't. Liz, can't you get it through your head? We're through. Understand? We're through. It has nothing to do with Henry. I really loved you. I wouldn't let him stand in the way. Henry means nothing to me. Oh, no, Bob. I meant every word I said a moment ago. I never loved you. I used you to get what I wanted. Now I don't need you anymore. Now may I go home? What a fool I've been. What a stupid little fool. I loved you so much I actually thought I could kill for you. You do you hear that? Nothing was going to stand in my way. Just so that I could have you. Good night, Liz. No, no, wait. What is it? You think you can just walk out, exit laughing. Is that it? Let's not have any dramatics, Liz. Liz, what are you... Liz. Oh, no. Now she pulls a gun. You being a bit absurd, put that gun down. I said I could kill for you, Bob. Liz, put that gun down. You're not walking out of here to laugh at me. You're not going to that silly little society thing. That, are you crazy? Let's go. Liz. Liz. Even as you speak her name, you know she's dead, don't you, Bob? You've killed Liz. You don't know how long you stand there staring at her, and then suddenly... Henry. Yes, Bob. He's coming in. Henry, your best friend. You look around frantically. Quickly turn off the lights. Leave behind the draperies as he stumbles into the room. Liz? Are you in the library, honey? Honey? Liz? Liz? Hidden behind the draperies, you wait as the minutes drag on. And you wonder why Henry hasn't turned on the lights. And then you see him stretched out on the sofa. And you realize he's fallen asleep. You start for the door, and suddenly stop. In an instant, a plan flashes through your mind. You can take advantage of Liz's tragic death. Use it to get rid of Henry. And with your partner out of the way, the firm of Wheeler and Talbot will come under your control. Yes, Bob. It'll be all yours. 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I mean signals peppy pickup, signal satin smooth power for like birds of a feather, mileage and performance go together. You'll enjoy both if you just heed the advice on those signal billboards you've seen. Next time, fill up with signal. The famous go farther gasoline. It's the next morning. Hours after you fired the shot that killed Liz Wheeler. A lucky accident for you, wasn't it Bob? The perfect opportunity to frame her husband, your partner Henry Wheeler for the crime. And with him out of the way, you'll be able to take over the business firm of Wheeler and Talbot. You know exactly what's going to happen. The servants will discover Liz in the library, Henry nearby, the gun with his fingerprints on it. You're confident that you will be in the clear but still you jump when the doorbell to your apartment rings. You've got to answer it Bob. You have to face this thing out. And you're sure you can. Yes? Sorry to get you out of bed, Mr. Talbot. I'm Lieutenant Lorring, homicide. Came to see you about the Wheeler murder. Murder? But I'm afraid I don't... Henry, it's not Henry. No. His wife. Any reason why it should have been the husband? I know him, of course not. Forgive me. Come in. Thank you for the surprise. Thank you. Now then, Mr. Talbot, this is really routine, you understand? But I'm going to have to ask you where you were last night. Of course. I was at the same cocktail party the Wheeler's attended. How well did you know Mrs. Wheeler? Well enough to call her Liz. I've been a dinner guest of theirs many times. Henry and I are business partners. I see. Henry's not under arrest, is he? No, he isn't. Oh. Some one of them might have started spreading that slander to you about Henry's rages. It isn't true, you know, not a word of it. I'm glad you're not falling for it, Lieutenant. We can't afford to jump to any conclusions, Mr. Talbot. Where did you go after the cocktail party last night? Straight home. Why? I get paid for asking the questions. At the party, did you notice anything strange about the behavior of Wheeler or his wife? No, can't say that I did. Oh, they exchanged a few words about Henry's drinking so much. Just one of those things. You and Wheeler are pretty close, aren't you? Henry's my best friend. Look here, can't you tell me where he is? I wish I could. When the servants found Mrs. Wheeler's body in the library this morning, both her husband and the gun that killed her had disappeared. Disappeared? But does that prove Henry's the murderer? Well, no, but on the basis of circumstantial evidence, it looks bad for him. In the past, he'd been heard quarreling with his wife. When we found her body this morning, there were signs of a struggle. And now Wheeler's vanished into thin air. Yes, it looks bad for him. Any idea where he might be? I know. No, not uphand. I can't imagine where. Well, if he needs help, he may try to get in touch with you. If he does stall him, find out where he is. Get in touch with headquarters right away. You understand? Yes. Don't worry, Lieutenant. If Henry calls, you'll hear from me. You carry it off very well, don't you, Bob? Just the right amount of touching loyalty and devotion for Henry. And Lieutenant Loring seems to believe you. But you're worried, aren't you? You had hoped Henry would still be in the library when the servants discovered Liz's body. You wonder where he is. And just exactly how much he remembers about last night. Because Henry's the only one who might link you with a murder. You decide that you must find him before the police do. And then a few minutes after the Lieutenant leaves. Hello? Henry. Henry. Can you talk? Of course, I'm alone. Yes, I know. I can see you, Bob. You're the only person I can trust. Where are you? Malibu at your beach house. What? Don't worry, no one saw me. But Henry, you... Can you come out as soon as possible? I'm counting on you to help me. The police have already been here. I'd better wait till it's dark. Can't trust you, can't I, Bob? Of course. Of course, you can trust me. Come in, come in. You weren't followed, were you? No, no, I don't think so, Henry. What do you mean you don't think so? Just that. Now take it easy. We'll work out something between us. Get you out of town, out of the country, if possible. Out of the country? But, Bob, that would be like admitting I'd killed Liz. And I... I didn't kill her. That is, I... I... I don't remember. I don't remember killing her. Exactly what do you remember about last night, Henry? Well, I came home alone from the party. I took a cab. I had a little too much to drink. Yes, go on. When I got home, the house was dark. I called to Liz and... Hey, wait a minute. What is it? I remember now coming up to the house. There was a light on in the library. You sure? Yeah, yeah, I'm positive yet. A few minutes later, when I walked into the library, the light was out. I remember trying to find a light switch, and then I sat down on the couch. Guess that's when I must have fallen asleep. And that's all you remember? I'm afraid so, Bob. When did you wake up, Henry? Around five this morning. The first thing I saw was Liz's body and the gun beside me. I guess I sort of went to pieces right then. I couldn't think of anything but getting out of there. That's when I came here. I see. That's the story, Bob. I swear that's all I remember. Henry, I'm going to be frank with you. I don't think the police will believe it. But it's the truth, Bob. Somebody else must have killed Liz. Listen, Bob, about the light in the library, do you think it could mean anything? Are you sure you saw a light? Yes, yes, I... That's how I noticed the car in the driveway. The car? The convertible. I didn't know if she was home or not until I saw it. Wait a minute. Maybe it wasn't her car. No, Henry. That convertible could have belonged to someone else. I didn't give it a second glance. I just took it for granted it was Liz's car. Did you notice the color of the car? No, I... It was a dark one. Liz had a black convertible, Henry. Yeah, sure, but that car could have been maroon, dark green, blue. How can you tell the difference at night? All right, Henry, all right. You think I'm making all this up? I didn't say that, Henry. Don't you see, Bob, if there was someone else in the house, someone who might have killed Liz, he could have turned the lights out in the library when he heard me come in. Now, doesn't that make sense? Well, yes, yes, it makes sense, but I don't think you can afford to bet too heavily on it, Henry. Only I can remember. Perhaps I did notice something about the car. If I could remember... Yes, Bob, that's it. What's the matter? The cab driver, Bob, he could have noticed, and turning around his headlights could have swept over the car. He might have noticed the color. Yes, it's possible, Henry. Well, if we've got to find him, we've got to find him. You've got to find that cab driver. All right, Henry, all right. Now, where did he pick you up? Well, come on. I don't remember. When you left the party, which way did you walk? I'm not sure. Henry. Toward the boulevard, probably. All right, all right, Henry. I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, stay undercover, and don't give yourself up to the police. That would spoil everything. Yes, Bob, you know you must keep Henry away from the police at any cost. They might want to know more about the light in the library window, and the car parked in the driveway. Your dark green convertible. As you hurry away from the beach house, you realize that won't be enough keeping Henry away from the police. You'll have to get rid of him somehow for good. But before you do that, you must find out just what that cab driver knows. If he can identify your car as the one parked in the driveway, the night Liz Wheeler was killed. No, but perhaps you can help me. I'm trying to find a driver who took a friend of mine home last night. Think maybe I did, huh? Well, I've already checked half a dozen cab stands in the neighborhood. No luck, huh? Okay. What do you look like? Well, he was tall, heavy-set, wearing a tux. Would it be a guy named Wheeler you're asking about? I drove the guy home. I didn't know what his name was until not until I seen the papers this morning. He really bumped off his wife? Well, we don't know. Look, when you drove Wheeler home, did you notice a car parked in the driveway? Car in the driveway? No, no, no. I wouldn't even be sure there was a car. I had my hands full with that lush Wheeler and I just wanted to get rid of him before we got into another hour. I see, I see. I'm sorry, I can't help you, buddy. The cab driver doesn't remember seeing your car in the driveway, does he, Bob? That leaves only Henry to worry about. And now you've got to silence him. Your life is at stake if Henry talks to the police. If he suddenly remembers that the car he saw parked in the driveway was yours. Yes, you've got to get rid of Henry before that happens. But how, Bob? It's something to think about, isn't it? Murder. And the thought stays with you all that night. And then the following morning, there's a phone call from Lieutenant Loring. Why, no, Lieutenant. Wheeler hasn't tried to contact me. I see. Uh, yes, yes, he did. The 32, I believe. Don't worry, Lieutenant. I understand perfectly. That's it, isn't it, Bob? Suddenly you found the answer. The gun that killed Liz. Lieutenant Loring has unknowingly pointed the way out to you. The way to get rid of Henry. He'll be found dead a suicide with a murder weapon by his side. It's as simple as that, isn't it, Bob? But he mustn't be found at your beach house. That wouldn't do, would it? That night when you go back to the beach house with a ready-made story for Henry, you know that somehow you've got to get that gun. The cab driver, Bob, did you find him? Yes, I found him. But he can't do you a bit of good, Henry. He doesn't remember the car and the driveway. Oh, I see. Now cheer up, I found a way out. I've located a first-made on-a-tramp steamer bound for South America. He wants 5,000 cash. No questions asked. But, Bob, running away... It's your only chance, Henry. I promise you, once you're out of the country, I'll do everything in my power to solve this thing. Bob, you believe me, don't you? You know I didn't do it. I do believe you, but the police won't. All right. When do I leave? Well, not for another week, so we've got to move you to a safer place. How about your cabin up at Moon Lake? The cabin? Yes. No one's ever known about your little hideaway. Outside of us, you, Liz, and I. All right, I'll go. Before we leave, Henry, you'd better give me the gun. The gun? Yes. Yes, I'll get rid of it for you. All right. Here it is. Fine. Now, listen, Henry, I think I'll go on up ahead. Make sure everything is all right at the cabin. If I'm not back here by late tomorrow afternoon, say, 5 o'clock, wait till it's dark, then come on up. You have a car. Yes, I took the Jameson station wagon there around our next door neighbors. They loaned it to me when they went away for the summer. Then you're all set. Bob, why can't I go now? It's important that I go up to the cabin first, alone. I want to be certain the coast is clear. Besides, I... I don't think it's wise for us to travel together. Yeah, sure, sure. I guess I'm behaving pretty badly. Oh, forget it. Well, I'd better get going. See you at the cabin tomorrow night, Henry. All right. And, uh, Bob, thanks for everything, huh? Only too glad to do it, Henry. Anything for a friend. 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Signal premium compounded motor oil. Some 36 hours after Bob Talbot had left Henry Wheeler at the Malibu Beach House, Lieutenant Loring of Homicide hurried into the coroner's office at Moon Lake. The body had already been brought down from the isolated mountain cabin, and soon the puzzle began to fit together. There in the smoke-filled office, what had happened was all perfectly clear. All that remained now was for the Lieutenant to step out into the hall, walk through the early morning gloom to the man sitting quietly on the bench. The man the police had picked up at the Wheeler's mountain cabin. Well, it's all over. You're in the clear, Wheeler. But I don't understand, Lieutenant. Your good friend, Bob Talbot, confessed he killed your wife. Bob killed Liz? But the cabin, what happened there, the explosion? Somebody set up a booby trap in your cabin. Used gunpowder in a big kerosene lamp, rigged it to explode, and it did just that. When Talbot put a match to her. But who would do such a thing, and why? Talbot had a guess. Told the sheriff about it, just before he died. Your wife, Wheeler, he figured she did it. She was in love with Talbot. Liz? Yeah. She meant that booby trap for you. Only Talbot walked into it instead. Let that whistle be your signal for the signal oil program, the Whistler. Sunday night at the same time. Brought to you by the Signal Oil Company, marketers of signal gasoline and motor oil, and fine quality automotive accessories. Remember, if you would like the fun of having your friend's hero limerick of yours on the Whistler, the address to which to send it is Signal Oil Company, Los Angeles, California. All limericks become the property of Signal Oil Company. Those selected for use on the Whistler will be chosen by our advertising representatives on the basis of humor, suitability, and originality. So, of course, they must be your own composition. 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