 Box 13 with the star of Paramount Pictures, Alan Ladd as Dan Holliday. To box 13. Care of the star times. Carl! Carl! What are you doing? Nothing. I ain't doing nothing. It's just a book holiday. Somebody sent a book to box 13. Why? And now, box 13, starring Alan Ladd as Dan Holliday. Susie. Susie, come here a minute, will you? You call me Mr. Holliday? How did you guess? I heard you. All right. Now that we've cleared that up, how about this book? That one? This one. It came in the mail for box 13. You sure? Sure, I'm sure, Mr. Holliday. The wrapping paper's right in the wastebasket there. I'll get it and show you. Here. Addressed printed. Block letters. Shakey hand. Susie, did any letter come with this? Just a book. Ex-leavers. Robert and Chase. All right, Susie, we've got a problem. Somebody sends me a book from the library of Robert and Chase. Why? Maybe it's a bestseller. Yeah, and it's day it was. Still is. The poems of Sir Walter Scott. Do you like poetry, Mr. Holliday? Love it, Susie. Just love it. Listen. Thou which view fair now rose aright. Go visit it by the pale moonlight. The gay beams of flight some day. Gilled, but to flout the ruins gray. Pretty, huh? What's it mean, Mr. Holliday? Susie, you're asking the jackpot question. The book's broken to fall open at this poem. Why? We're in a rut. There's one way to get out of it. If anyone calls for me, I'll be in the morgue. Star time. Sure, sure, Robert and Chase. We've got plenty about him, Holliday. Let me have it. You ought to remember him. Vaguely I do. All right, Mac, what do we got? Headlines. Lots of them. Headlines, huh? What's he been doing? Same thing he's been doing for the past ten years. He's in a rut, too. Six foot deep. Dead? Here. You read all about it, then. Socialite's dead in tragic blaze. Oh, sure, I remember now. Ten years ago I was cutting my reporter's teeth on a police feed. Yeah, that's right. That wouldn't get a juicy story like this together. Son near death. Daughter at school escapes tragedy. Last night, fire swept the Robert and Chase mansion. Blaze unnoticed until too late, spread rapidly. Injured son not expected to live. He did, though. Oh, I see. Mildred Chase, 18, was attending a college function when the flames took the lives of her parents and swept rapidly through the palatial country of state, Fair Millrose. They were... Fair Millrose. Yeah, that was the name of the estate. Fair Millrose. Mack, the Chase girl, got anything on her? What paper didn't have. What do you mean? You know, too much dough, spoiled kid, wrong company. She ran smack into the gossip stuff almost every week. Know where she is now? Well, she dropped back after the fire. It kind of cooled her off. She's been a good girl ever since, is that it? Well, that's it. I'll tell you what, Dan. Drop upstairs to see more in society. She can give you the dope. All right. Thanks, Mack. Say, you must come and visit my morgue sometime. I like this one. I only read about characters. I don't have to bump into them. Ah, but mine move around, Mack, and sometimes too fast. We miss you. Ah, free French or engaged. You wish to see someone, miss you? Yes, Miss Chase. Miss Mildred Chase. You have an appointment? Is that an offer or a business question? Monsieur, if you will tell me what it is. There is someone here, mademoiselle. I don't wish to be disturbed. I'm sorry, Monsieur. But Mame Zelle Chase, she is not home. Oh, I see. Then you've got a talking piano. Oh, please, Monsieur. I cannot let you in. You are Mame Zelle. Yes, I did. But if you will go in and tell Mame Zelle that Sir Walter Scott is waiting to see her, I'm sure she'll listen. What do you say? Where? Evil of France. All right. You wait here. But I cannot promise. Yes? What is it? What do you want? Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Chase. I have to see you. Well, I don't know you. I've never seen you before. Well, lots of people haven't. But my name's Dan Holliday. The name means nothing to me? It means everything to my mother. What do you want? I'm sorry, Miss Chase, bursting in like this. But I've come to see you about Fair Milrose. Who, who are you? I told you, Dan Holliday. Occupation, fiction writer. And are you writing now, Mr. Holliday? Maybe. Oh, well, is this yours? Mine. That book. Here, take it. Where did you get this? You don't know. No. Where did you get it? But you do recognize it. Yes. It, it was part of my father's collection. I asked you, how did you get it? Through the mail. It was addressed to box 13 care of the Star Times. Or doesn't that mean anything? No. Nothing at all. You should read the classified ads, Miss Chase. Box 13. Adventure wanted. We'll go anywhere. Do anything. Thank you for bringing the book back to me, Mr. Holliday. You don't have any idea why the book was sent to me? I, I don't know any more about it than you do. Maybe you don't. That's right. Galette will show you. Was there anything suspicious about the fire that destroyed Fair Melrose? Mr. Holliday, I don't know what you have in mind, but that was a cruel thing to say. A hateful thing. You're not proud of it, are you? I'm nothing one way or the other, Miss Chase. But that book was sent to me. It was broken to fall open at the poems about Fair Melrose. I'd just like to know why. I know nothing about it. All I know is that Pire took my mother and father. It's very sad, Miss Chase. And my poor brother was left a hopeless invalid, completely paralyzed, unable to speak, to move. Where is your brother now? At Fair Melrose. The place he always loved. But I thought it was destroyed by fire ten years ago. Yes. But one wing remained standing. Your brother is there alone? Yes. That's where he would want to be. And I arranged for someone to care for him. Oh, I see. Now, Mr. Holiday, I'd like to forget all this. I'm sorry to have bothered you, Miss Chase. I was merely curious about that book. I know nothing about it. All I want to do is to forget. To forget. She wants this hour of the night. I'm looking for Fair Melrose. What for? Will you tell me how I can get there? I'm lost. Stay lost, then. Just a minute, please. Get your foot out of the door. Don't be afraid. I'm not going to harm you. I just want to know the way to Fair Melrose. What for? I've got business there. You're lying. Nobody's got no business there. Nobody. All right. I'm nobody. Is your house on the ground? It should be. Been here for 30 years. Nice little cottage you've got here. But you want to go up there for... To look at it? What for? Nice waltz we're having. Young fellow, I asked you a question. And you ain't answered. All right. I want to find out about the fire. Well, ain't nothing nobody needs to find out about it. It was a visitation of the Lord. It was a judgment on the sin that was going on. Heaven rained fire that night and wiped out the last of Babylon. I'm not sure I got all that. Oh, the wages of sin is death. Now you know. Wait a minute. Were you here that night? Me and Carl. Carl. And my husband. He was down here and seen the fire beaten up like the vengeance of the angels. We've seen it, young fellow. It was a judgment. A judgment for the years of sin. We didn't have to do no more care taken after that night. Providence took care for us. You and Carl are caretakers, is that it? That's right. Only one wing to take care of now. Only one wing and him. Oh, the brother. Yes, yes, him that can't move or talk or hear. That's where they brung him and that's where he stayed. Now you get, I talked enough. I wonder, how do I get up there? You're still going up, huh? More than ever now, which way? Straight up the canyon, turn left at the top of the hill. Thanks. Delighted night. Born with a moon. Maybe she's right, holiday. Definitely no night for a picnic. Who said it's going to be a picnic? Anybody here? Hello. And the same to you with feathers on. At a match holiday, don't be so stupid. Is anyone here? Mr. Chase? Oh, Mr. Chase. Holy mackerel. Who are you? Answer me. You are listening to Box 13, starring Alan Ladd as Dan Holiday. Back to Box 13, starring Alan Ladd as Dan Holiday. My sparrits on voice, you got there, Holiday. Kling. Inspector Kling. Where am I? Hospital. What for? Your head. This little dent at about two inches deep. Oh, I remember. Where is he? He? Who? The body. Oh, the body. What body? Wait a minute. Wait a minute. How did you get in? Who found me? Who told you all about this? The old girl. Caretaker's wife. She found you. Kling, I saw a body in Fairnell Rose. Holiday, I don't know what merry-go-round you run, but keep up this way and you'll get the brass ring through your nose. How do I get out of this place? Walk out. Thanks. What are you going to do now? Why? I want to know where to pick up the body. Keep in touch, Kling. What have you got in mind? A date. A date with a beautiful young lady. Slightly hysterical and more than a little mysterious. But interesting. What do you want here again, Mr. Holiday? More to the point, what do you want? Will you please leave? Every time I come here, I get invited to leave. I don't know what you're doing, Mr. Holiday, but it's none of your business. You ought to... I went to Fairnell Rose last night. What for? I wanted to see it. And your brother. You mustn't see him. Why not? Why do you do, Miss Chase? Please leave him alone. All right. Did you go to Melrose last night? No. I haven't been there for 10 years. You weren't there the night of the fire, either were you? No, no, I wasn't. All right, all right. I'll take your word for it. Now, mind if I ask you one more question? If you'll go, I'll answer it. It's a deal. What are you afraid of? Nothing. That's your answer? Yes. I... I'd almost forgotten that horrible night until you came here. For 10 years I've lived away from it, keeping it away from me. Now you've brought it all back. Don't you have any pity? Lots of them, Miss Chase, for a lot of people. Particularly you. What do you want to see him for? I've got to. I want to talk with him. He can't talk. He can't hear. He's in the only wing left by the fire? That he is. You still want to go up to see him? Yes, I do. The chases. Devils brood all of them. Devils brood. The young one with her temper. Screaming at her mother and father. And him that's upstairs now, always fighting with his sister. The fire was a visitation and a judgment of providence. There he is. Oh, no. That's him. You stay here. Mr. Chase. Mr. Chase. Can't hear you. Can't hear you. Can't hear you. Can't hear you. Can't hear you. Can't hear you. Mr. Chase, I'm Dan Holliday. Box 13. Box 13, do you understand? Not in his head. That's all he can do. Mr. Chase, you want to see me. You sent me that book. You had Carl send it to me. Is that right? nod your head if that's right. Good. Now why he can hear you can hear me a little can't you mr. Chase? Good Why did you send me that book? Why did you want me to come here? He wants me to look around Bertha at what? At what ain't nothing in here ain't nothing Look mr. Chase I'll walk around the room I'll watch you When you want me to stop nod your head Understand Good Now watch me here this trophy case Is this it? What about it? What do you want me to see in? This Good Bertha come here. I ain't coming in. I said come here. Come on Take a good look at this trophy case Bertha a good look I don't see nothing as a plaque missing from its place There's heavy dust around behind all those cups and trophies, but there's a clean spot here where a plaque stood No dust Bertha No dust Someone took a plaque from here not more than a few days ago. Did you I ain't touched nothing never touched nothing Mr. Chase That plaque who's was it? yours No your father's Mother's Mildred's it was hers Someone took it Chase try to understand try to answer please you've got To chase try hard try hard to hear me again alone. He can't do no more Stay where stay with him Bertha. Don't leave him for a minute. Do you hear? Hello there. Hello. I'm in a hurry. No, it looks like it But you can't spare a poor cop a couple of minutes to explain something can't you what that body? We found it in our vein about a mile down the road. All right. You found the body now. I'm in a hurry I got a not so fast holiday There are a couple of questions. I'd like to ask you later claim later. You know where to reach me Holiday come on holiday. I say come back here. I'd be care of box 13 You You saw my brother mr. Holiday Yes, I saw him. Oh Please keep playing. I Don't know why I let you in here. I do Can't you leave me alone? Please the piano. I like to hear it. What did you find out? So you don't know why anyone would have taken that plaque from the trophy case Your brother managed to tell me it was yours you Where was it in the lower right hand corner of the trophy case lower right hand corner lower That mean anything Well, it if it's a plaque I won for dramatics at Merrifield Academy. I don't get it. What value does it have? It isn't worth anything except except what? The plaque was presented to me at a dinner at Merrifield So go on The dinner was the night of the fire at Melrose And the plaque would prove you were at Merrifield the night of the fire. Yes But somebody Somebody wants people to think you weren't fair Melrose were you no no no how many times we're up to say that that's enough Who hates you miss Chase? My brother Your brother they all hated me my mother my father my brother Sometimes I think I hated them Watching me picking my friends cutting me off from the friends. I think I couldn't understand it. I see All right miss Chase. We'll forget it for now But can I come back this evening? Why I said before I wanted to help you that still goes This chase it still goes Please sit down, Mr. Holiday. Thanks, miss Chase Do uh Do you have anything to tell me a few things? Yes But first is there anything you want to tell me? Tell you why no you sure positive But could I tell you a story? I don't know what you mean All right, I'll explain Must you play the piano? No, but I'd like to Miss Chase, let me tell you a story. What about? Well, I don't know whether it's exact or not You see I have to guess a lot Bill in details myself But this story is about a girl an 18 year old girl That is she was 18 10 years ago. What's that got to do with me? Oh You might be the girl miss chase wild with a temper bad temper She had a lot of fights with her parents Mostly about the friends she had the way she ran around what are you trying to say? At one night this girl set fire to her home in a fit of temper After a fight with her parents Maybe she didn't mean to do what she did But the fire destroyed her home almost completely It meant the death of her parents and it made her brother off. You're making me stop. You're guessing I Said I had to guess I was at Maryfield the night of the fire for a while. I checked Found out you left early enough to get to Melrose And you brought a plaque with you The one you'd won for dramatic. Well, I I brought it to Melrose later the next day or the next I don't remember. No, that's no goodness chase It's too hard to believe that anyone would walk into a ruined home and put a plaque in a trophy case. I Say you took it to Melrose then had to fight with your mother. You're lying. I don't think so I took it there after the fire. Why is it missing? Want me to look around your apartment for this chase or send for the police to look for no, why not if you haven't got it? Why are you afraid to let me look for so I am right now? Let's get on with the story The ten years you held the secret There's nothing to connect you with the fire at Melrose except that plaque The years that fires on your mind Day after day you have to live with the secret Wondering if there's anything that will connect you with that night But there's nothing There's nothing Then you remember that plaque It will prove that you were at Melrose Because the date engraved on it. It's the same as the date of the fire. No, I tell you it's not true So there's only one thing to do get that plaque out of Melrose, but you didn't count on one thing your brother Day after day he saw that trophy case Day after day it was the same never changing Like the four walls he had to stare at Suddenly it's different There's There's something missing He racks his brains, and he remembers He remembers the plaque that was there When he was able to read he must have read about the fire How you escaped the tragedy by being at school that night? How lucky everyone said you were He read how you were presented with a plaque for dramatics And his tortured mind puts two and two together And he arrives at the conclusion that you were at Melrose home The night of the fire Well, miss chase. Did you like that story? There's nothing you can prove Maybe not but how about Carl's murder? You killed him Because you thought Carl was me last night. No What are you doing calling the police for them now, I think they'll prove you killed Carl They're good at that sort of thing miss chase very good. No, no, please. What do you want money? I'll give you money anything only don't call them. Why not please? Please? Hello, Inspector Hello cling holiday come to the Sunview Apartments now I I just rang down the curtain on a ten-year dramatic act It must have been awful thrilling mr. Holiday Yeah, sure Susie about as thrilling as throwing dirt in the guy's face. Oh Well, here's some more mail for box 13 Later Susie later, but here's something maybe you ought to look into What if you subscribe to this book club you get a free set of sir Walter Scott poems? Fine good night Next week same time Alan Ladd stars as Dan holiday in box 13 Alan Ladd appears through the courtesy of Paramount pictures and may currently be seen in wild harvest Box 13 is directed by Russell Hughes Original music is composed and conducted by Rudy Schrager with an original story by Frank Hart Towson The part of Susie is played by Sylvia Picker. This is a Mayfair production