Sam Spade - The Biddle Riddle Caper

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1:03This week at Vons and Albertsons, GinnyO, 93% lean ground turkey is 399 per pound. Sold in a 3 pound tray with digital coupon limit two packages. And a 1 pound package of strawberries is 199 with digital coupon. Plus Kellogg's giant size cereal, 22.6 to 29.5 ounces, selected varieties are 299 each, with digital coupon limit three. Hurry in! Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. The National Broadcasting Company presents the Adventures of Sam Spade Detective. Sam Spade Detective, I can see. Mees, we're here. Sam, where have you been? I don't know what to tell them. Tell who. There were plodders, everybody. They also use the first COVID detective in the history of 75th, so to get one. Oh, it's Sam! But I think of all the back salary I'll be getting. The first coat. Easy girl, easy, prepare yourself. Sam? Yep. The $50,000 is not available to employees of the network or sponsor, which unfortunately I happen

2:12to be. But, cheer up, girl. Think of the taxes we'll save. Now, make everything fast. I'm on my way. Meanwhile, puff on me this. You ready? Oh, I can't. The man who was going to blow his brains out said his mental clock I had for our. Then it doesn't make sense. Ah, but it does. Marlon Ponder's sweetheart, I'll be down in a trice. 1951 model with an intellectual type report to challenge serious thinkers everywhere to wit the Biddle Riddle Caper. For NDC, William Sphere, radio's outstanding producer, director of history in crime drama, brings you the greatest private detective of them all in the adventures of Sam's fate. Oh, long, by the microphone, he'll be busy. He's there. If he. Sam, I just can't get anywhere with it. Never kick on the third down chair of giving another try. I know you, Sam.

3:13I'm mentally through. Well, you know that. I just give up. Sam? Huh? Well, it was funny little brumps on your teeth. Go ahead, guess. More bucks? Okay. You get more. Look out for the waffle mark. That's what happens when somebody hits you with a microphone, sweetheart. Now, if you look closer, just above the marks under my eye. Oh, really? Clearly and distinctly, in reverse, of course, the three letters of a network known far and wide for its hospitality to unemployed private detectives. Do you need? Not here, girl. Poor is the pencil. Who knows? A sponsor may be listening. Ready? To Mr. Tracey Abbott, Drake Colton Hotel, copy to Dundee at homicide. From Samuel's Bade, license number 137596. Subject. The Biddle Riddle Caper. Dear Tracey. It had a nice conventional side. This one, a nice conventional phone call telling me to drop up to room 402 of the Drake Colton around three in the afternoon. But when I got there, I found it over the nice conventional number on the door. It was hung a temporary sign reading Olympic radio productions.

4:14Tracey Abbott, editor, director and producer. Fitting farewells of a nice conventional part, I made bold wind of the door. Abbott, five foot eight, a solid Hollywood, was walking at what I took to be a musician, composer, or some such. We open coal money like this. Now, killer at large. Bangin' with the same. See. Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap. Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap. A great big wonderful core, Devonieshax. Check it. And then to teaser. Quote, don't go away without theirs. Stick right close to that radio set of yours. Because the next half hour might put $50,000 in your pocket. Yes, $50,000 will be paid by the sponsors of this program. Or information leading to the arrest and conviction of a killer at large. Tonight, that's it, sustain the chord. Tonight, the murder, tremolo tremolo. Tonight, the murder of Carol Stevens. Then, Saturday, popo, popo, popo, popo, popo, popo, popo!

5:15Check. What's that? Simple crash. Do it again. Don't need it, check. Check. Big, wonderful, lush, that's the word lush. With scope and sweetened power. I got it. Well, I'll get as lush as I can with eight-piece scopes. Got a sound important, check. Check. Oh, oh. I'm Sam Spade, Mr. Rabbit. Oh, yes, yes, Spade. Glad to see you. Please sit down. In the only other hand, you'd better stand up. No time to lose. You have 24 hours to find a man-fawning. Well, that's pretty short. Notice how... This is a spade killer at large. It's real. We keep a sensitive finger on the pulse of the people. Well, that's nice. We deal in real facts. Real people, real crimes, and real criminals, check. Just how do you do this? How do you accomplish all this on the radio budget of today? Well, you see before you spade the mechanical marvel, which makes this possible, the tape recorder. You're familiar with the tape recorder? No more, let us check. Tomorrow night at 9 p.m. PST, with the aid of the tape recorder, we shall reconstruct one of San Francisco's most sensational,

6:15unsolved crimes, the murder of Carol Stevens. You mean the burlesque day for years ago? Three years, eight months, and 29 days. You remember what you bought it? Let me see. She turned up dead on the floor of her apartment, didn't she? Check. Victim of the well-known blunt instruments. In this case, a bronze bookend carrying the base relief of Abraham Lincoln. Much ado, much ado, headlines by the art of parade of whippersers, but no arrests, spirit. Fine, I want about me. Our show's spade is made up of the simple, honest, the spontaneous statements of the whippersys themselves. We're set on this one except for one man, the most important one in the case, of course. Oh, who's that? Jimmy Biddle, the door man at the Broadway burlesque. At the time, the Stevens girl was killed. Oh, knew her, some say he loved her. Top suspect until he came up with an alibi. Our advance men have combed the city for two weeks trying to find him, but no luck. So he's born to him. That's what I thought until this morning. You mean you heard from him? I heard from someone who said he was Biddle. He also said he knew who killed Carol Stevens. And he wanted the 50,000. Right. I mean, check.

7:15Oh, fair enough. Well, that's what you advertise, isn't it? Not two people who hang up when you get curious. If it was Biddle, I'd got to record his story. I want him here by eight tomorrow night, check. Well, since you keep bringing it up, check. Yes. You can make it up for 100 bucks. At homicide, I case the files on the Stevens thing. San Francisco's entered the Black Dead. A cheek killing of a cheek day and a cheek apartment that used a lot of expensive news, Frank. He'd taken a last turn under the blue spot around 10.30. Left the theater and hustled straight home, because at 11 sharp, according to the neighbor across the hall, someone had tried the Abraham Lincoln bookend on Carol's foresight. She hit the floor just as the 11 o'clock news came on. Biddle's alibi had to be good, and it was. It came as a matter of fact from the greatest little alibi factory in Tom. Biddle was drinking old-fashioned with Joseph P. Norguard, the well-known criminal lawyer at the time of the killing. So I tried it over to Norguard's office on Marcus Street, found him tied up, settled down in the waiting room

8:15next to a dimly-died youth and a neon-striped suit who looked like he made a living sticking up crap games. It was filing his nails. Uh, buddy. Yeah, buddy? You, uh, you sure you've been a right-office buddy? Positive buddy. I just thought I might save you some trouble, I could all. Sam's stayed in it. Oh, smart kid. I try, huh? I still think you'd be wise to blow. Now, this is quite a turn you do, buddy. Study nice with Richard Woodmark. Sam, I told you I want to save you a bad time. You're a nice guy. Thank you. That'd be a lot of things you can do around town to make a buck without coming in. I wanted you lifted out of that chair. I'm not going to do it, Mr. Norguard. And that's why I look... I'll get with you later. Bye, buddy. The guy who busts a lot of Norguard's office was plenty, floured, and flakened.

9:16The hand-strike gave me a last-and-veilful look and cycled out into the hall after him, which was nice, because I was running out of punchlines. Luke, I thought I told you to. Hello. Mr. Norguard. I'm sorry to barge in my name's Spade. I'm a private detective. Of course you are. And a hungry one. Well, we're polite in here, too. Why do you say that? You're the fourth today. Huh? I'm about to prepare a mini-aggress statement entitled, what I know about the Stevens case, or you two can make $50,000. Like a copy? You know, I can't remember when I've been treated so nice. But do you know about the Stevens case, Mr. Norguard? It's all an homicide file. On the faithful night, I ran into Jimmy Bittles that was coming out of a barn Chinatown. He'd hit the skids. But he used to be a useful friend, so I asked him up to my apartment for a drink. Housing? At a minute's share, made him an old-fashioned, loaned him five bucks and hustled him out. Huh? Total lapse time, 45 minutes, from 10.45 to 11.30pm. And that is all I have to say at this time. Have you seen Bittles since? Not since the investigation.

10:16I don't know where he is now. I don't know who killed Carol Stevens. Here you go. Do you think Jimmy knows who killed him? Maybe. He says he does. Oh. Where did you see him? He's hungry too. We worked the same bloodline. Oh. I'm sorry, I said that's spade. Who are you working for? Olympic radio productions. Killer at large. Yes? They will make a little studio tonight. Record a statement for them. Uh-huh. I, uh, I wonder if I ought to tell them what I really think. What's that? About Bittles. There's no point in talking around it anymore. I think he killed it. Well, that's a neat trick if he was drinking your liquor at the time. Well, I think he did it after he left my place. Two things placed the time of death. The medical examinist report, which could be offered as much as three hours. And the neighbor who thinks he heard the girl fall as a news came on. How reliable is that? Well, I usually think of those things during an investigation. Hmm, but they didn't think hard enough. Yeah. You say you talk too little. He called my client. Why?

11:16He had 50,000 good reasons according to him. You know, funny things happen when they'll get into it. Bought people don't stay, bought, lost people get found. Yeah. Well, that's all you all I know, Spade. Have you had no more questions? I just want more. Who's the little weasel on the pen strike? He means Luke? Yeah. I put him out there to scare off the hungry ones. It's nothing to do with you. Hmm. And the fat character he's sailing has nothing to do with me, though. You really want to know? Love to. He's a pastry cook. I'm representing his wife in a divorce section. Think she's gazing over. Pressure cooker, eh? Shaving Nordgard, Pinstryth and the Flabby pastry cook, and the look-up later section of my hat band, I took off of Bittles' last known address, a boarding house on Pacific Avenue. There I held hands with a land lady long enough to learn that, and she hadn't seen Bittles since a few weeks after the murder, but B, when last heard of, Bittlet gone on from the burlast thing to something even more extremely female. According to the land lady.

12:16Name rosely. Understand he's broken on the line at the Pacific Ballroom. Red hair, blue eyes, and boom, boom. You get me? I got you. Pacific Ballroom, eh? Would you do that last again? Boom, boom. Yeah, just chipping. Thanks Mrs. Land lady. Hello? Hi. A lot of lucky girls. When you look like your name on the bellows, eh? Oh, you're a psychic. You got to take it. Hey, let me know when they're used up, eh? Don't worry. Hey. You know, you're a psychic. You got to take it. Hey, let me know when they're used up, eh? Don't worry. You know, you're a pretty good dancer. I, for Murray, class of 1906. Oh, me, eh? I didn't come here to dance. Oh. I'm looking for Jimmy Bittled, you know?

13:16Yeah, yeah, I know. He will cop. Not exactly. Oh, it's a different cop than no cop. You'll find him on a day's day. Where? In the bay, maybe. In the morgue. He knows it. That's a funny pride. He knows it, and he can't do anything about it. It's got him. Rosé, baby, look, I know. That's enough for a bunch of me. That's dancing. That's what you're paying for, isn't it? Well, come on. Where is he? He's always seeing you time, like... I won't sell him out. I'm sure with him, but I won't sell him out. Ah, yeah, you should take it. I saw it over to the soft drink fountain, and mold a problem over a coat from inner to toe. There are ways of dealing with dames like Rosé. Some of them are a little cruel, as this one was going to have to be, but time was of the essence. I kept out a site for 20 minutes or so, watching her dancing in the arms of a moon-struck plumber, and cycled into a foam booth. The Pacific Ballroom does not permit telephone conversations while the girls are working. When I said it with the police, the plumber was turned over to a new candidate,

14:18Rosé came to the phone. Well? This is the same spade Rosé, I was dancing with you a little while ago. What is it? I, uh, I found Ginny Bittles apart from him. Well? What's the matter, you two? That's right. That's bad. I'm afraid so he wants to see it. Oh, okay. I'll be right over. She didn't stop for a wrap just part of zigzag photos with a mob of the main door, and climbed into a cab of the curve. The driver must have been an old fan of hers, because they were almost out of sight by the time my cab got rolling, and that's the way it was across Market Street, and all the way out, Van Esk, the Marina. Their cab was pulled up in front of an apartment on Jefferson Street, and she just got now when we slid in behind him. Hi, are you wanna go up together? But you said you... I'm sorry, honey, I know it was a dirty trick, but... Now that's no way to be here. You shut up. A gold card holder by the doorbell, list of the tenants as W.R. Smith. Mr. Smith was evidently not home.

15:18A lady manager in the apartment next to his was, a half of a usual license showing, and more than the usual sweet talk, she came up with a key. Little wasn't wealthy, but he wasn't hungry either. Save with digital deals at Vons and Albertsons. This week at Vons and Albertsons, Ginny O. 93% lean ground turkey is 399 per pound, sold in a three pound tray with digital coupon limit two packages. And a one pound package of strawberries is 199 with digital coupon. As Kellogg's giant size cereal, 22.6 to 29.5 ounces, selected varieties are 299 each with digital coupon limit three. Hurry in, visit Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. The place had the well-fixed man about Tom look right down to the last crystal martini glass in the portable bar in the living room. Next, what was the Mahogany desk in which were sundry checkbooks and deposit slips indicating Ditto had found a prosperous widow or had been doing rather well at Canasta. A clock shine for in the next room,

16:20sent to her after 10, I wondered why I wanted to take a look. Maybe I was psychic, like the girl said. There was a tape recorder against one wall, the same kind I'd seen in your office, Tracy, with a microphone and a roll of tape and a half used up. Holding the microphone of one hand was Ginny Ditto, and the other hand, a 38. He wasn't heard as I'd told her, he was dead. You are listening to the weekly adventure of Radio's most famous detective, Sam Fade. This Sunday there's another outstanding production by Theoretic Guild on the Air. It's a one hour adaptation of the thrilling tale of intrigue and post-war Vienna, the third man. Joseph Cochran and Senior Hassel star in this theatre guild on the Air Broadcast. And Sunday over most of these NBC stations also means the big show. An hour and a half ago, the first time I saw a movie was a movie by the way, the broadcast and Sunday over most of these NBC stations also means the big show.

17:22An hour and a half of the finest in comedy music and drama. Tula will be your hostess and just listen to a few of the stars. Fred Allen, Marlene Dietrich, Danny Thomas and Fran Warren. There'll be many more too, so tune in this Sunday and every Sunday for the big show. And now back to the Biddle Riddle Caper, tonight's adventure with Sam Fade. In accordance with chapter five of the private detective's manual entitled How to Keep Your License, I called homicide and gave him the facts and figures, then went back to the study. Jimmy Biddle was surrounded by pops like part one of the photograph I'm present. I carefully reached over his shoulder and pressed the button on the tape recorder. My name's Jimmy Biddle. The DA will remember me, we saw a lot of each other during the week after Carol Stevens hit the deck in a repartement three years ago. I just about this time and night. I fooled him then, I could probably go on fooling him, but I'm tired of it.

18:23I'm tired of living this way. So here it is. I knew Carol Stevens well. I was crazy about it, and I was jealous too. That's why I killed her. I thought I could go on and on, playing hide and go seek for the rest of my life. But sooner or later this kind of thing gets too heavy to pack around it. You gotta get rid of it. One way or another. Period. End of report. I roused to the land lady again and we went over the room together, a helpful type land lady. She contributed a thousand odd bits of gossip about Jimmy that will only one of which struck me as interesting. She'd come in this morning, she said the clean is apartment, and among other things had round and sifty eight-day clock on the metal. The same clock, which was now exactly four hours fast. Looking closer at the paper quarter, I saw a small label pasted above one of the knobs, reading Morga's and Reeb recording technicians. Next scene, the manufacturing section of Sensen Street, a five-story building, all dark of this hour, except for light in the office on the second floor back, which happily turned out to be D1.

19:31Burgess? Reeb? Anybody? Hello. What, what do you want? Well, a pastry cook. I'm sorry, we're close, you see. Office hours nine to five minutes. No, wait a minute, just a minute, pastry cook. I'm not a pastry cook, sir. My name is Muggus. I am one of the proprietors here. Just a moment, sir. I'm a real... Sorry, it was getting cold out of the hall. That was your Muggus, huh? I am. And I don't care who you are. I know all about it, sir. I know it wasn't a practical joke. What wasn't a practical joke? That tape. You can march right back to the man you're working for until he tant by me off. Is that clear? Not very. There's no use denying it. I saw you in his office this afternoon when he... When he threatened me... Oh, what are you doing? Get down! What is it all about? I'm going to go to the hall. I called out on a fire, as they can find a sea my buddy in the pinstripe suit hit the bottom. The alley praised he was blind at one end, so Luke took off for the street.

20:32I caught him in one leg. He stumbled, fell, smacked his head against the brick wall of the alley and took the count. I was frisking and went to a foul cop who heard the shots move up. I convinced him I wasn't rolling a drunken left and the run back upstairs. Marcus? Marcus? I'm going to get you to a hospital. Why, you zamst-paying? I don't work for no guard. Right now I'm trying to hang a murder rat on him. Told me it was a practical joke. A gag? What? Tape. Jimmy, be a tape. Jenny ran to the machine from you and made the tape himself, right? Yes, he... No guard. What about no guard? To fight, to beat me into it. Beat me into it. Who wouldn't give it to him? Give what? I tape. You hold up. I...

21:35I am broke. He tried the point of the death because he passed out and so did this already bubbling stew. We had a crucial typewriter. While waiting for the ambulance, I cased it and found nothing. And stuck up his capra into it and began to type. Four quick-round foxes had jumped over four lazy dogs when the sound changed. I looked closer and then tackled a messy job. I always lead to my secretary. I hate to play with typewriter ribbons, but this wasn't a typewriter ribbons. Since said ribbon had come to an end, then I was taken away at a piece of sound tape. Come on, Rosalie. I know one of two of us. Come on, my feet are even more silent. They were an hour ago. Okay, you first. All right now. I'm sorry to say it. I thought you were lying when you said Jimmy was hurt. Well, that's not going to that now. He was blackmailing Norguide, right? I don't even know who Norguide is. You know Jimmy was shaking someone down, didn't you? I never knew where he got his money. I just know it was dirty money. He'd laugh and say he was living in the hide.

22:36That's the room. He never mentioned Norguide? No, I just thought he was going to make $50,000 in an radio program. Did he say how? Singing. I thought he was kidding when he showed up with that tape recorder. But he wasn't kidding. Then what? He wanted to be alone, he said he was going to make an audition and so that he was sponsored. That's where he made the mistake. He sent it to the wrong sponsor. They figured they hit Norguide for the biggest touch of all. Thought hearing it might make him dig deeper. So we recorded his statement sent it to Norguide for a sample. But there was something he didn't think of. What do you mean? They should have studied up on his tape recorders, baby. With a pair of scissors and a good technician, Jimmy's eye witness account turned into a first class confession. The final phase of the Biddle Vittal was as you were recalled, Tracy enacted on one of the sound stages of a nation's leading network. Whereas you were also recalled, you were visually transcribing the testimony of various witnesses on the cattle's Stevens' tape. I got them, they all never know. But very well, this big and legal looking is ever. Perjuring himself once more into one of your microphones.

23:37I walked out of the twins' dragon on Grand Avenue. As I remember it now, Biddle was across the street. He apparently recognized me though. Oh, excuse me, will you follow the spot? Hey, you idiot. You ruined it. I'm sorry, Tracy. Oh, we'll have to start it over again, Mr. Norguide. Would you mind if I record a few remarks? Spade, please understand my position. Biddle's confession has changed everything. I know. The killer is not at long. 24 hours we spent recording the show. Now it'll all have to be done over again. We need these people at this house. Listen, Tracy. All right, Spade, what is it? I'm only trying to help. Now where is Biddle's confession? On the machine there, we're going to double it onto the main tape. Good, now be a good lad and show me where your sight is stopping. Right there. Okay. What is this, Spade? This is going to interest you, Mr. Norguide. Now, let us turn to the tape, keeping our eyes on the spool. As it slowly feeds Jimmy Biddle's last state. My name is Jimmy Biddle. The DA will remember me. We saw a lot of each other during the week after Carol Stevens hit the deck and her apartment three years ago. I just about this time and night.

24:38I fooled him then. I could probably go on fooling him, but I'm tired of it. I'm tired of living this way. So here it is. I knew Carol Stevens well. I was crazy about it. And I was jealous, too. That's why I... There's a riddle for you, Norguide. He said the girl died. Quote had just about this time of night. Unquote. But the clock struck three times. We know she died at 11. What happened to the other eight times? Spade, this is no time for... The patient with me, Tracy. What about it, Norguide? How do I know? The man was crazy, maybe. No, no, no. He wasn't crazy. Stupid, but not crazy. So, we take this spool of tape off and put this one. What's that? This is the part that was cut out. Got it from the guy who did the splicing job for you. Thinking it was a practical joke or something. You know what you're saying? Yeah, but Biddle says it better. The last thing we heard was I was crazy about it. And I was jealous, too. That's why I killed her. Only he didn't say kill her. That's why I... Well, standing outside in the hallway of a apartment tonight, she died.

25:38I'd seen her leave the theater with a guy I recognized. And I followed them home to her place. Her day argument, everything, but I had no idea he'd kill her until... I heard her hit the floor. Door busted open and then and he came out looking like a crazy man. I didn't even see me. He just ran down the back stairs as fast as he could go. I went in and saw her lying on the floor dead. I could have killed him then. But I thought of something better. He's good pay. The cash comes right on time. But I'm tired of living this way. So, there's the story. The man who killed Carol's team... That's what you like! This is as far as middle-guts in Norgard. It'd rather stand by and slam it into the recording machine. In the Rue Blad, which followed, he also slammed it into my face. Which is why I carried the imprint of the nation's number one network just below my right eye. So, that's about the crop, Tracy. Norgard and Pinstry had now lied cheek by Jowl in the jail hospital trying to think of an honest lawyer, Old Offendum.

26:38While you, Tracy, with a third round of interviews before you, I consider you to be the best. And, as you do, Tracy, with a third round of interviews before you are considering causing Odd Carol's even and doing the shooting of Dan McGrew. Period. End of report. Damn! I was fortunate! Unfortunate? You never got the exact thing about the class. It was four hours down. Why, sweetheart? That's self-explanatory. The clock said four, you see. But it was 12. They live in dead an hour, which makes it 11. Carry one one, for trephing four from at least seven. And assuming you've been there an hour before that makes six. Damn, what a relentless logic! Get the Jowl and Queen! Ethie, on this program we do not plug rival products. Now go and type that up while I figure this out. Scoot, scoop, scoop! Yes! Three chimes mean good times on NBC. There's mystery and music every Saturday on NBC. For mystery tomorrow Herbert Marshall stars as the man called X. A man called X is a man without a name who travels the world over

27:40combating the forces of international espionage and intrigue. For music tomorrow your hit parade brings you the top tunes in the land played by Raymond Scott's orchestra and with focos by Snooki Lansson and Eileen Wilson. Three, two, one. Thank you, dear one. I see by the pearls in your brow that you have not as yet solved the matter of the missing chimes. Oh why Norgard set the clock ahead when he shot to a battle? How to approach this? You realize Norgard cut a hunk out of the tape, removing Biddle's by witness the count, setting him up as a suicide, right? Don't make me change my rhythm. Little Biddle, by his own statement, made the recording at the time of the murder of Carol Stevens, the widow of 11 o'clock. Now, in cutting out the crucial words, Norgard also had to cut out a chimes. This he realized would be noticed. So he set the clock ahead to make the number of chimes jive. Chimes jive.

28:43Chimes jive. Nice wings. Damn. Well, I'll be alright with you if I just say I understand when I really do. Sure, sweetheart. I'll just type an answer to the phone and you'll use your feet and your head. And together we'll end up... I know, with goodnight, Sam. Good night, sweetheart. The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spear. Sam Spade was played by Stephen Dunn. Laryntuttle is Effie. Script for tonight's adventure by Harold Swanton. Musical Scarring by Lutbluskin, conducted by Robert Armbrister. Join us again next week, same time, for another adventure with Sam Spade.

29:47Enjoy the magnificent Montague and Duffy Saberd on NBC. Oh... Save with digital deals at Vons and Albertsons. This week at Vons and Albertsons, Jini-O, 93% lean ground turkey is 399 per pound. Sold in a 3 pound tray with digital coupon limit two packages. And a 1 pound package of strawberries is 199 with digital coupon. Plus Kellogg's giant size cereal, 22.6 to 29.5 ounces, selected varieties are 299 each, with digital coupon limit three. Hurry in! Visit Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save.