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And now with The Search for Isabel, and with the performance of Red Skelton, auto light hopes once again to keep you in suspense. You know, Isabel first came into my life when I received a card from the telephone company stating that my application for a phone had been approved and they were going to install one in my apartment while I left instructions with the apartment house management to let the service man in. When I got home from work that evening, there was the telephone as big as life sitting there on the night table. Well, I just looked at it for a minute, like I'd never seen that phone before. I should have started to ring, I had thought, jumped out of my skin. I just let it ring a couple of times. Just wanted to hear it. To me, it sound like the bells of St. Mary. Hello? Is Isabel a ruin, please? Oh, I'm sorry. You must have the wrong number. Is this Evergreen 31924? Take a look. Yes, Evergreen 31924. Well, isn't Miss LaRue there? No, this phone was just installed. This must be her old number. Oh, I'm sorry to trouble you. Thank you. Oh, no trouble at all. I wouldn't have thought much about the call except by next Saturday I'd had a dozen more just like it. And most of them were men. But it interested me. Any gal that gets around like that must interest a guy. So I decided that the next time I would try to find out a little further. Hello? Harold Mason's office calling for Miss LaRue. Oh, yes. Put him on. Just one moment. Mr. Mason calling. Well, Miss LaRue will be right here. Put Mr. Mason on. Well, this isn't Isabel. Who is this? Well, you see, this is Dick Brown. Isabel LaRue used to have this number. You know, I would appreciate it very much if you could tell me any other way I could get a hold of her. You see, I get quite a few calls and hello? Hello, Mr. Mason. Hello? He hung up. Why? I don't know. But one thing I found out was that little Isabel, if nothing else, must know the right people. A guy like Mason has got to go through two secretaries to make a phone call, must have a couple of chips. She was beautiful. No doubt about that. She must have to be. They get so many calls from so many different guys. And the right kind, too. She was very mysterious. Or why else would they hang up when I ask about her? She was tall. Willowy. Very sophisticated. A blonde. No, a brunette. And a lot of fun. I drew a mental picture of her as a gag just to see how close I'd come when I actually met her. While I finally dosed off, she must be beautiful and lovely. Beautiful. Tall. Maybe a redhead. Haven't you seen me? Where? Up here. Oh. That's it. Come on, just a little further. That's a boy. You're? Who else? Isabel. Of course. Oh, you are lovely. So beautiful, just as I pictured. Thanks, Dave. You're pretty swell yourself. Oh, what am I? Come here. Oh. Well, you wouldn't. Afraid? Of course not. It's just... What? Well, what are you doing with me? I'm just a common bank clerk. What about Mr. Mason? Harold, he bores me terribly. Oh? Look, every man is at my fingertips. Yeah, that's what I mean. If I wanted them, I'd be with them. Instead, I'm with you. You only want something you haven't got. Once you have it or know you can get it. You love with your heart, not your mind. Oh, I do love you. Put your arms around me. Kiss me. The alarm clock broke it up just when it was getting good. Well, the next day was Sunday. It may sound kind of silly, but I just couldn't get her or that dream off of my mind all day. Instead of ordering donuts for breakfast, I ordered two Isabelles, plain. It got on my nerves. Well, the public library was open, so I wandered down, and I thumbed through the present and all the past issues of who's who, the phone books, film magazines, newspapers, and... There was nothing. I heard about Isabelle LaRue. Then that night, about 11 o'clock... Hello? Let me speak to Isabelle, will you? Look, she doesn't live here. The phone... No, hand me that, pal. This is John Worthy, and I have to speak to LaRue. Understand? I'm sorry. I can't help you. Help me just give Isabelle this message, will you? Listen, I can't... Just tell Isabelle I don't want to see her friend. I want to see her. And if she don't call me by tomorrow morning and tell me she'll give me another chance, that'll be all. Get it? Okay. Then it'll mean plenty of trouble, too. I'll come down there to the Beverly Towns and really put on an act that she won't forget. Yeah, yeah. You got the name? John Worthyton. Yeah, I got it. Well, I didn't give it much thought then. That particular phone call to Isabelle, that is. But the next morning at breakfast, something happened. I was drinking my coffee, and I caught the sight of the paper next to me. It was all over the front page. Playboy, gambler. John Worthyton leaps to his death from the top of the Beverly Towers. Hmm. Now, the papers had it doped out that the reason for the suicide was that John Boyd was a couple hundred thousand in debt. But I, and only I, knew different. It was Isabelle LaRue. Auto Light is bringing you Mr. Red Skelton in The Search for Isabelle. Tonight's production in Radio's Outstanding Theatre of Thrills Suspends. Hey, Harlow, what's this I hear about you being tossed out of the zoo for annoying the animals? I can't figure it out, Hap. Well, what were you up to when they hustled you off? I was standing at the camel enclosure thinking about auto light-stay-full batteries, of course. So I turned to the nearest dromedary and said, you know, you guys are overrated. By when it comes to carrying water, your damp rags compared to auto light-stay-full batteries, did you know that auto light-stay-full batteries need water only three times a year in normal car use? Well, that camel just curled up and cried. And that's when you were bound. 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The worst part of it was that two or three times during the day I caught myself not blaming him. I dreamed about her all the time now. It was getting so bad that I was actually fond of going to sleep so I could meet her again. And suddenly one night just as I was dropping off I thought of something. The Beverly Towers. A clue. I would ask her. Day. Day, I love you. I love you. Isabelle, are you at the Beverly Towers? Where else? Thanks, honey. The Beverly Towers is about as swanky as you can get. Strictly for the white tie and ermine train. But Isabelle was different. I knew that. So different. I arrived at the Beverly Towers and I walked up to the elevator as big as life. Boy, I've never seen a joint like this. The elevators were even gilded. They're floor, sir. Well, I... I'm from the FBI. A tea man. What apartment is Miss... Isabelle LaRue? LaRue? Well, I shouldn't tell you, but... for how much? Money? The United States government don't tip, mother. Yeah. It's 903. But look, I think you better get your information across the street. The Blue Bottle Bar and Grill talk to the bartender, because if you don't I'll be in trouble. Thanks, son. We won't forget you when we crack this case because your government has plenty of influence in Washington. It was actually around the corner on Third Street, the Blue Bottle Bar and Grill. I cased it. The joint. Through the window. Looked pretty rough. Well, anyway, yeah. Well, I realized it was midnight already and they were starting to close up and I was pretty tired, so I figured that tomorrow would tell the tale. A half hour later, I was back in my apartment. I got undressed and climbed into bed. I was tired. I was so tired. Hello. Hello. Is Mr. Brown in, please? This is Brown speaking. Mr. Brown, please? Please? We noticed that you have the telephone number Evergreen 31924. Yes, I do. Well, we're trying to locate an Isabel LaRue. Isabel? And we thought you might be getting some calls for her. Oh, oh, you did. Floorbell McCoy, you said? No, no, Isabel LaRue. No, never heard of her. Well, we're sorry to bother you, but look, if you do get any calls for her, uh, sure will. All right, thank you. I put the receiver back on the hook. That must be going really nuts. Why did I do that for her? So she's in trouble. What business is it of mine? Why didn't I tell him? But after an hour, I finally went off to sleep. Isabel, look, why don't you let me alone? I don't want to, darling. Do you love me? Well, what difference does that make? A great deal. Tell me. No, I love you. Well, you couldn't. But I do. All right, I'll tell you. I love you. I need you, darling. No, no, I need you. I'm in trouble. Yeah, but what kind? Terrible trouble. Come help me. Wait a minute, Isabel. I forgot to ask you. What apartment are you in? 903? Where is it? Where is it? It was 7.30 in by 8.15 that morning. I was standing in front of 903. I was shaking like a leaf. I could feel my lower lips start to quiver. It always does that when I'm getting nervous. I knocked softly. Twice. I waited. There was no answer. I was holding one of my new calling cards in my left hand. I could feel it getting wet. What do you want? Well, does the... I, Mr. Brown, calling for Miss LaRue? Never heard of her. Well, she lives here. I live here, smart boy, and I go away. You live here? Who else? I'll beat it, smart boy. I know she's in. Next time, don't pound the door off. He was a big guy in a brown pinstripe suit. I got a look at the room inside. There was another tough guy in there. He'd been holding a revolver. I tried to find that elevator boy to check whether I heard him right when he said Room 903 was Isabelle's. But he wasn't around. So I did what else he said. I went around to the blue-bottle bar and grill. Yeah, will it be? What do you got? Oh, about a little 8-year-old Scotch. Good. Chesa? A root beer. Wow. You're serious about this drinking stuff. What's the matter, you gay, Olivia? Well, it's worse than that. I can't find her. Hey, you don't know Isabelle LaRue? Isabelle... Hey, just who are you, huh? Here's my card. Light's kind of bad. Richard Brown, municipal bank and trust corporation. Uh-huh. Uh, are you a good friend of Isabelle's? We had only just discussed getting married, that's all. Oh, I see. Well, I don't know where she is myself, but I think this gentleman does, Mr. Brown. Oh, hello. Hi. Mr. Brown here is looking for Isabelle LaRue, says he and she was going to get married. Uh-huh. So I told him you might be able to help him, Roy. Oh, sure, sure. I know where she is right now. Oh, where? What are you drinking, pal? Oh, you don't want to drink that? Hey, Max, that 13-and-a-half-year-old special, huh? Right. You know, I was about to recommend it. And, uh, here you are. No, not for me, Max. I'm a brandy drinker myself, Mr. Brown. Well, you must be the fellow Isabelle's been talking about. Come on, come on, drink up. You know... Well, I probably not the guy she's been talking about, but she's in trouble, and I want to help her. Of course, of course you do. Well, where is she? Well, the address is a little involved. Look, why don't we step in here? I'll finish our drinks here. Oh, sure thing, sure thing. Hey. You, uh, have a car? Oh, of course. Where? Well, it's right out there. It's that great convertible. Oh, well, fine, then. You won't have any trouble. Well... Well... Well, how long have you known that there's a like for Isabelle? Mr. LaRue, that is, Mr... Just call me Roy. Oh, thank you, Roy. I forget. Come on, come on. A toast. A toast to Isabelle. The one and only Isabelle LaRue. To Isabelle, wherever she may be. Well... Well... How long have you known the delightful Isabelle? Mr. LaRue, that is... Oh, Isabelle! Nick, I knew for sure I was back at my apartment with enough bandages around my head to pass for a Hindu Swami, which is maybe what I should have done. I was lying on the bed, and my left hand was clutched one of my own cards. On the back of it was scrolled. It's a misdemeanor and so forth to say you are a member of the FBI and thus such as true. Lay off trying to contact I, LaRue, signed sincerely your FBI. Oh... My head was throbbing like a trip hammer. I reached over and took a couple of aspirins and in a few minutes I was off again in the land of Nod. I'm here. Isabelle. Dick. Look, please don't come near me. Why didn't you help me? I tried, honest. Don't you love me? Oh... Don't you? You know I do. Tell me again. I love you. I love you, Dick. I can't go on like this. We can't. I'm with you now. I'll always be with you. But you'll leave again. Never again. Come close to me. Dick. You smell of liquor. Oh, well I just had... My big, foolish, brave boy. They give you a Mickey. They did? What else? Oh, I love you. Promise you'll always be mine. Forever. Dick. What, dear? Where are you going to go when you get up and have a nice, hot dinner? Blue bottle bar and grill? Where else? As I walked in, I detected a hush fall over the patrons. The bartender hadn't seen me yet. But when he did, his face turned the same color as the dish towel he was wearing over one shoulder. Hey, give me the same as you gave me before, only this time, not so strong. Oh. Oh, it's you. Yeah, Brown's the name. You want to see a card? I remember. That was a scotch, wasn't it? Yeah, you got a good memory. Not that 13-and-a-half-year-old stuff this time. Oh, sure. That's your head, sir? No, I always wear bandages. It holds my hair down. Ah, ah, ah. Pour above the bar if you don't mind, so I can see it. Oh, sure, sure. Ah, that's better. Now, where is Isabelle LaRue? Oh, really? I didn't have nothing to do with her. Come on. Out with it. Where is she? She's a 903 Beverly Towers. 903, just as I suspected. Mr. Brown, don't tell anybody I told you that they'll kill me. Oh, no, they won't. Thanks for the scotch. Yes, sir, what can I do for you? Well, what kind of a gun can I get for $17.50? Say, a gun, $17.50. Oh, yes, I have a practically brand new shotgun, 12 gauges. No, I was looking for a pistol. Pistol, pistol, pistol. Ah, ah, here. Here's a honey, a .38 revolver. Well, it doesn't look so good to me. Well, what can you expect for $17.50? It shoots, and I was told very accurately. It's a deal. Ah, fine, fine. You will have to sign some forms here and some identification, you know. And then, there I was, standing in front of room 903 in the Beverly Towers. If Isabelle was in there, I was going to get her out. And this time, I knew she was in there. I reached in my pocket, and I pulled out the gun. I pulled the hammer back. I held it close to my body, so if anyone might be walking down the hall, they wouldn't see it. I started to pound on the door again. Whoa, that isn't smart, boy. I thought I told you not to pound. Let me in. Smart boy's got a gun. I might get hurt. Let me in. What else? My hospitality's boundless. Come in and have a cocktail. 13-half-year-old Scotch cocktail, I suppose. Where's Isabelle? Oh, come on. Where is she? I know she's here. Put the rod away before you get hurt, smart boy. I ate this morning. Oh, hello, Roy. Come on in. And close that door behind you. Now, you two put your hands up. What is this? Both of you get over back against that wall. Look, Brown, I don't know what you're trying to prove. If you're as smart as you think you are, you'll get out of here fast. Isabelle. Isabelle, come out. It's okay. Stand back where you are. You got hurt once, nosey. Keep quiet. Isabelle. What are you waving the gun around for? Now, stand back. You're nervous. You let Isabelle go. Hey, you're shaking sabbat. You couldn't hit the wall, people. Now, you stay away from that mantle. I just want to pick up this automatic. That's all. Now, stay away. You're too nervous. You're out of your league, smart boy. Put that gun down. Drop the rod. Drop it. Don't. That's it. Drop the gun. Well, the cops were there before the last bullet had left my gun. They slapped handcuffs on me and bolted them. Apparently, the only thing I'd shot was the gun out of Desimone's hands, a feat for which I'm still being complimented for. Well, the lieutenant looked across the desk at me with real respect. Gosh. Yes, sir. I got a hand it to you, my boy. It takes nerve to walk in on a guy like Desimone. Who's Desimone? What do you mean, Tony Desimone? The guy who tried to murder you. Yeah, but so what? What did he do? You didn't know. The biggest racketeer and bookmaker alive. Yeah, uh, it takes nerve. Does? We were waiting to catch him on something big, and you fixed it for us. Now we got him on attempted murder. Hey, how much do you owe you? Nothing. Oh, you're lucky. He owed about 200 grand in Betsy taking off the other suckers. Guys like that poor Worthington guy. And what's his name, Mason? Oh, yeah. Yeah. Looks like Isabelle LaRue is finally out of business. Oh, don't say that. Oh, why not? Please. Who's Isabelle LaRue? You don't know? No, tell me. Oh, you're kidding. No, I'm not. Who is she? You don't know how it works, huh? Well, look, all bookies use fronts. Fronts? You mean Isabelle is a front for Tony Desimone? No, no, no. Isabelle LaRue is Tony Desimone. There is no such person as Isabelle LaRue. No. Oh, no. That isn't so. Huh? Now, will you tell me why you went to all this trouble? Well, you see, well, there was a girl and, well, she's... Oh, you wouldn't understand. Tony Desimone is up in prison now. Now, wouldn't this be true if Tony Desimone was the same as Isabelle LaRue? She wouldn't be coming to see me anymore, now, would she? Well, you'll have to excuse me now because it's a little late. Well, I've got to turn in. Besides, well, we want to be alone. I'm sure you'll understand. Dear. Dear. Oh, dear Isabelle. Oh, a new dress. Uh-huh. Like it? Well, it's a little... Well, I love it, you understand, but isn't it a little daring? Yeah. I wouldn't want to see you wear it around anyone else. I won't, darling. I love you. And I love you. You're so handsome, strong, brave, wonderful. What else? Suspense presented by Autolite, tonight's star, Red Skelton, with Kathy Lewis. Well done, Red Skelton. Well done. Well, thank you, Harlow. I've heard you as a comedian, now as a dramatic actor. Well, look, have you ever done any commercial work? Well, didn't you see me sell full of brushes? Oh, yeah, I forgot that. Yeah, do you want me to sell some of your Autolite Stay Full batteries now? Red, they practically sell themselves. Especially after we tell people that Autolite Stay Full batteries need water only three times a year in normal car use. What else? Well, that's right, Red. 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Music for Suspense is composed by Renee Garry-Gank and Lucian Morrowack and conducted by Ludblustkin. The search for Isabelle is an original play by Richard Vodra. Red Skelton appeared by arrangement with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, producers of Battleground, starring Van Johnson, John Hodiak, Ricardo Montalbin and George Murphy. Red Skelton may be heard on his own tide show for Procter & Gamble over CBS every Sunday night. You can buy Autolite stateful batteries, Autolite resistor spark plugs, Autolite electrical parts at your neighborhood Autolite dealers. Switch to Autolite. Good night. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.