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You don't know what a hot guess that is, Charis. Really Sam? You think I'm the film say, Tal, Tal? In a black velvet gun with a veil, what chance would I have? Sam, you've given me new high. Deservedly so wonderful and in fem Patal, you appear upon what Mike they call the keynote of the saga which even now I am itching to tell you. More a tale, F.A. Well calculated to keep you in. Oh no, we better put that another way. But while I'm all a sub title for this oriental tapestry, find yourself a copy of something by Eric Ambleer or eat Philip's Appenheim and bone up on the ground rules of international in Greek. We may now. Yes, the next 39 steps you hear will be me walking up to the door my black hamburger and velvet color with my pocket bulging with plans for submarines supersonic airplanes and secret fortifications and my tongue a wag with a report which will echo around the embassies of the world as the cook and dagger caper. For NBC, William Spear, radio's outstanding producer director of history and
crime drama bring you the greatest private detective of them all in the adventures of Sam's face. Who else? Hey, I thought you were kidding. I love one. The black hamburger and velvet colored over. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but underneath the overcoat. Sam, oh, Sam. With the same old suit and the same old shreds. We'll get it some time. Thereby hangs the tail. It's hanging up about to the towel to Sam. What? You should tell you. Well, gotta keep the coat on. Joara Hell won't mind. Who? Joara Hellbarra. It's his coat. We'll go into that right now. You ready? Yes sir. Joara Hellbarra. It's a W-I-R-A-L-B-H-A-R-A-H-H-H-H. Well, he can. From Sam's face, I think we want to send five nine six. Recorp and Dagger, Caper. Deer Joara Hell. I'd been out Friday night until 4 a.m. watching wedding presents. So when Saturday turned up rainy, I did the mad impulsive thing and decided to stay home.
I plugged the phone, built a fire in a pole drink, and by the plenty the neighbors had in for a short milk. With my feet up and my head down and reached for magazines. A picture of peace, Joara Hell. Fettily on the coffee table, I heard and dizzyed and said, spinning these hand-rub lazy suits in my unpredictable aunt's addon on the day of my nutrition. The magazine turned out to be time with a picture of an austere, asiatic gentleman on the cover. Two pages, and I have a kind of headache you can only get from reading the news these days. So I turned it in on a slick pulp with a breathless shine about an international gun shoe and a flatline cloak, who kept running into women with bosoms full of papers. She gazed up at him her eyes, slow ring heavy-litted. You she called her. You are Sheridan Ballard. Mr. G2? He nodded. Her knife made a pristine eye, sobbing as his hand never was gripping it like a lion. You, you liar she is.
But the other hand he ripped away her veil, covered her lips and hot pierces, go her gold limp in his arms. Now, tell her my girl, he was breathing. Let's have the plan for that plutonium-powered rocket ship. Barely. Mr. Faye. Well, well, what can I do for you, Valy? You do not mind that I come in, so? How did you come in, so? The door is open. I see sitting in chair in a tractor's man, so. So, you are perhaps working on a remake of the thief of Baghdad for television? Wack tube, of course. Oh, you mean that this is what I have on? Also this what you have on. You keep out of this, Freddie. I saw our first. So you'll just happen to be wondering past my door and popped in it, and Mr. you may call me Shalimah. Hmm. You sound how I do not just pop in. I come by design. Well, just what kind of designs do you have in mind?
Mr. Faye. You are private eyes. Shalimah, I am private eyes. You got problems? Much. How much? I am beloved of Ahmed. Well, that's nice for Ahmed. Ahmed, who? Miklachi. Ahmed Miklachi? How do you explain that? He has two kamarican names. Oh, I see. You are a friend of Ahmed too? Never heard of him. Oh, perhaps Mr. Faye, perhaps you forget. Ahmed Miklachi? No. Never forget a face. What's with Ahmed? Ah, she's. Do you? Much. He has the wild green, the night host of what you call, hallucination. Ah, I see. You have told others about Ahmed's visit to you? I have told no one about Ahmed's visit to me for the simple reason that he... Oh. Huh? Do not file for one for two than other. Ahmed has to you pay the visit, if I know. Now, if you would be so kindy, I would join you in the day. Now, wait a minute. Why don't we? You're too sweet. You do not want to talk to Shalimah?
Well, I just think we ought to clear up this, Miss. Now? What do you mean? And I'm going to Sultan and she, Shaharazab, the book would have gone on for twenty more volumes. It was all there, available ODIs, the jackets, and long satin pants. Plus, the super abundance of what buttons look for when they are employing a hero. I've humble around putting out an O-watt into a couple of my pennies, found more milk for fatty saucer, and then set all three between us on antheadal age lazy Susan. Do you say I like Mr. Stain? Five. Now we talk? Drinks your milk, Freddie. No. Oh, uh, you have much. Oh, I, oh, my turn. Oh, I'll get it for you. Oh, well, no. You're almost stepping on it. Oh, so klanty. Uh, the little sticky, is all under check. Yeah, I see it. There we are. Hey. Thank you. Now, uh, the light?
Got it. Uh-huh. Now, Mr. Stain, before we talk about that, let us bring to him, huh? Right. Do you want me to? Do you want me? Oh, what's the matter, Freddie? Oh, oh, oh. Yeah, look, uh, the milk's on the wrong side. He did it again. Did you? Did you want? Well, he likes to spend the lazy Susan. No, he's Susan. What can you do? I'll take it easy, honey. The thing's spin, see? You got my drink. I got yours, and Freddie got left out. No. Oh, no. Uh, you got it. You got it, honey. Well, I'm very pleased. I thought you'd be fan-taken either. What's the matter with you? Oh, man. Huh? Shall I mind? Oh, shall I mind, baby? Come on, but now we're here. What's it like? Siamet. So that's a tear's shall I mind?
The purse said nothing except the usual feminine claps wrap, hair fins, make up and cigarette. No cheese, no identification, nothing except for a locket around her neck. But for something you don't run into every day, a strange hand-wrought, just shaped thing that would look like the face of a quack on it. Twelve Arabic symbols for the hour should be in a pair of hands, forning to four. In some joar I'll, it was the sort of thing Sheridan Ballard, the man called G2 Yarns over, a witch struck hum drum me as a little bit out of the ordinary. It struck Lieutenant Dundee, if I'm aside, the same way. Look at me, Sam. Look into my eyes. Dundee, I didn't know you cared. Well, I'm... No, I am not an idiot, Sam. I've been in this business for 25 years. I've looked at a lot of steps in my lifetime, but this is the first Gucci Gucci girl in my book, whoever walked in out of the rain and tried to poison a total stranger. Well said, Dundee, here, here. So... So... So you, your head, Sam, where have you seen her before? I told you I don't know her, Dundee.
And why did you try to kill your ass-curtter? Ah, there's whole things impossible. Herum costume poison... Calam... Fantastic, I know, I'm sorry. Ah, I get out here. The Prince Man, the Ambien, the photographer will be here in a minute. You'll only get in the way. Where'd I go? Anywhere, I find out who this damn is. Who's gonna pay my fee? Well, I can... Scram! Bitting farewells with a gentle lieutenant, I took off into the rain bound, I knew not where. I bought a paper and settled down in a one-armed coffee joint. Ranked three cups of coffee and came up with three leads. First the ballet master at the Opera House.
From Attackies, Herum, this will affect Heema, the girl with a double jointed... Thanks. And Jack? You sure she's in there, Jack? Wait a minute, Jack. Yeah, she's in there, man. Thanks, man. All right, folks, get me a little felt there. T.K.? Sorry, but I can't help you a bit. This here took us back is 100% fast. Homeward bound, I was walking down Grand Avenue and I passed a little shop near Pine Street, go lebering on one corner of the window, spelled out, Petradorian J. Papas, Importer, Curio. What do you do, sir? Petradorian J. Papas? You get the pleasure. What's the J.4? Never mind, kiddo. You can pronounce it. I accept your apology. I want you to take a look at this. Huh? Oh, lucky. Uh-huh. Yes, lucky, if it is. Where do you get this lucky, sir?
I, uh, I found it. I thought you might recognize it. I think I do. Uh-huh. You know, strangers have come here and yet not so strange either if you want to look at it. Well, what is it? Sure, sir. You know, I'm perhaps done with Seller in town who might have dealt with this kind of stuff yet. We've quite, uh, then you are. How do you mean you solve this? Probably. Sure, sir. Who to? I'm trying to remember. A girl? A girl. Or was it a seller? A young seller? Or old seller? Well, at least only one more category. Huh? An old woman. Oh, you know her, then? No, I don't know her, no. You know, I respect you. Do you remember the one I saw this time? Yes. She's been such a long time, you know. Of course I can look it up and call you, Spark. Good. Here's, uh, here's my card. Oh, Sam Spark. Well, if you want to look at it, eh, you said it's a genuine, huh? Oh, sure, sure. The secret society medallion. Sixteen centuries. It's from the Indian state of Kazmir.
Kazmir? Turkey, though, Kazmir. What's the matter with you? Don't you understand English? Kazmir. A typical, spade blender. All I could think of was a girl on a cigarette package, thereby confining my operations to Turkey. But this opened new doors. The first, the most obvious, and ultimately the correct choice was a glossy nightclub known to the town's well-heeled party folk as the veil of Kazmir. It was black when I got there, but the front doors hadn't opened yet. Around at the side, an alley led up to the trade entrance, next to which stood a huge wedge-shaped character with a swarthy complexion, marred by a sky down one cheek. And to make him even more often, I'm a sh- he was wrapped in a black, ten-size opera cloak. I nodded politely, he spat, and I went inside. The veil of Kazmir is as sumptuous this early, then, an ordinary night. And this night was obviously to be more than ordinary. The table across the end of the floor was banquet-sized. The place with hungwood has Mary Flagged,
and the picture of an old man who looked for media was hung from the middle of one wall. The nature-dee was talking to an important-looking gentner the long table, and I walked over to them, pausing only to note one of the dancing girls practicing in a corner in her Salamart-type costume. Don't like I was close to home. And the curry. You understand? The flowers would be here promptly in the flower. I thought you would be prepared to take care of it. Great, great, great, great. Eh, my name is Faye. Lash put scenes, that your skirt. Please, Mr. Faye, we have a- No, no, no, no, not at all, not at all, not at all. My good, my good, my good, my good. What is it with your skirt? Are you in charge here? I am the headwaters of this gentleman who's the touch-nitty pro-concult. Oh, forgiv me your excellent secret-pot-hunger. Yes, I'm not at all. Do you have a dancing girl here named Salamart? Salamart? No. What? Probably use another name. How about Akman? Maclatches. Right, where is it? A former employee as of this afternoon is Akman Maclatches. Who?
Who is he? My chef, today of all time, he does not show up. You know where he lives? No, I can look at that fucking man. Please, forgiv me pro-concult. And I'd need a bank with the night-teer range, Mr. Faye, and it's for him, shall I? Sure, sure, sure. Just one more thing. A pro-concult. Have you ever seen one of these before? This is Matt Rodgers from Lost Culture East. This is Matt Rodgers in Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Lost Culture East. This is Matt Rodgers in Bowen Yang. You know when people try a new food, and suddenly it's like, wait. That's the reaction. A lot of people are having when they first try Cupid Mayo. It's the one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. You've probably seen it in the grocery store before. And if you've ever just walked past it, some people would say that's a huge mistake. Because this mayo is different. Most mayonnaise uses whole eggs. Cupid only uses egg yolks, which gives it this rich umami flavor. It's smoother, deeper, and almost buttery. Once people try it, they start putting it on everything. Examages, fries, burgers, some fans even swear by dipping pizza crust in it.
And once you notice it, you start seeing it everywhere. Chefs use it, restaurants use it. People who really care about flavor use it. Never try it. Grab the bottle with the red cap next time you're at the store. Put it on just about anything. Then you'll understand. Cupid, the original Japanese mayonnaise. This is Ashley Akinetti from the Almost Amos Podcast. You ever notice you and your spouse keep saying, we need to get away, but you never actually plan anything. That was us until we did something fun and spontaneous. We went to resortpass.com. There are hundreds of hotel resorts, pools and spots and private beaches that you can enjoy. You can spend the day at a luxury resort, pool, spa, massage, without booking an overnight stay. And listen, I may have only been like 15 minutes from home, but it felt like it was a whole different world. And I'm thinking this is exactly what I needed. So just go to resortpass.com, choose your resort, choose your day, luxury resort day passes, start at just $1,000.
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We are talking about headway. That's my recall. It's a hobby of my natural and say, this is an ancient, how do you say, subversive organization. They think in the time of the local conquest of the 16th century. Very interesting. But a little significant is now. The circle of 12 has been dead for three centuries. If you would exclude me, I'll get for Mr. Spade, Ahmed Zadras and then I would hold it. Ahmed. Ernie. He just made it to the table, sweat the sugar bowl off it, and followed it to the deck. When I saw the dagger in his back, I grabbed my gun and set sail for the alley, looking for the cloak that went with it, but he was gone. So was Ahmed. I bent down over him, took a closer look, and saw why he spilled the sugar. With his finger, he placed a design in it, around design. The circle of 12.
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Tonight's adventure with Sam Space. Well, Joana, all the ingredients of a first-class international gulash were here. The cloaks, the dagger, the men with a scar in his face, the lady with a veil over hers and two corpses. By now, I've done the yet completed activities with course number one at my apartment, so I hustle and down to the veil of cash here and put them to work on number two. Then I hustle bank to my office. The big question had yet to be answered. Sarah! And I'm out there. Oh, Sam! Sam, Sam's always had this phone. I've been trying to call you for hours. About Ockman McClatchy, right? And the girl with a girl. Salamon. Is that her name? Probably not, but it doesn't matter to her now. What about Ockman? Oh, you were striking out of this wick. He said somebody was going to kill him, and I told him to come to just the right place because he was strong and brave and wonderful. Good. And can he cry? Good. No, it's good. Wait, wait, wait, hold it, F. Yes, Sam. What happened when all the crying was over? I said I'm not going to see you, Sam. I couldn't call. He just told you somebody was going to kill him, that's all?
Yes, Sam. That's why he was crying? Oh, no, Sam! No! That's not what Ockman was crying. Why? He didn't care of himself. He just... He's a selfless, generous child. Angel child, who was Ockman crying over? None of the papers. What papers? He did all the papers, Sam. The crying call and the examiner and the call. And even on the cover of the time this week, you see? A banquet. That's who's pictured well. The drywall hole? Barrowed. The prime minister of cashmere. Look at his mouth, Sam. On him, the hopes of Asia. It's just that one great ultimate, Sam. Not for himself. He did all the gunnets killed, or the drywall hole. Two paragraphs later, my taciturn secretary, let's lift the information that Shalama had arrived at the office five minutes after Ockman left and departed for my home in Harath, loaded for bear. The horrible rule over you, Joara Hall, was due to the fact that you were at this moment arriving on the steamer Pacifica, on route to Washington, where there's the article put it,
the destiny of the Middle East in your briefcase. Ten minutes later, I was fighting my way through the mob at Pier 42. Not just the mob, my Jew, but an assortment of bands, a Hindu delegation. The full membership of the Sam Christian Society at the University of California, over a huge banner reading, Joara Hall, we're with you. And an overrides the plan, who on a pedestal singing, play your hands I love. I struggle through this to the curb just in time to see you pull away in your special limousine, and climb over some more backs to a phone book. Gagemiri Council it. Gageput Singh. What does the Sam Stade say, Mr. Singh? Oh, oh yes. As the Prime Minister or rather, yet? He's you any minute. Right. When you better call out the guy, they're going to try to assassinate him tonight. My good man, do you realize? My good man, I know where else I speak. They cook at the restaurant. Ah, man. Man. Yes, you're getting the idea, all right? If the old circle of 12 with a brand new paint job, not get on it.
My next move may sound for you like a combination of negligence, indolence, and unweigh. You are a hell, but I must remind you that I was not employed on this cave. It was receiving no stipend for risking my ever letting neck. And then added up the figures in the problem of primary interest to me, namely, the lady who tried to kill me on page two. I therefore entrusted responsibility for your health and that of the Middle East of the Pro Council. Made my way home, put on my slippers, and set the lazy Susan on the floor at this time for Friday to play with. Let me see that one with that. Oh, yeah, yeah. Now, Zelda, my girly whispered, let's have the plans for that plutonium-pollied rocket ship. Somehow this old seems logic on that. Never, she believes. Rather, death, Mr. G2, then to betray my country. Quiet, Freddie. Oh, no, no, no, not the button. You just fade. I all hello, folk, captain. May I? Oh, do, do. I have taken every precaution.
The prime minister, he's on his way to the banquet now. Good. There's one thing on my task of your health. Absolute secrecy. The mere knowledge that such an organization has reached this circle of 12. Yes, exist. Would give added strength to a disloyal opposition in our country that may express itself in a manner disastrous to our purposes, extending Jawala Harada to Washington. Man, you understand. My head's taken me a while, I learned the ground rules and the international league that I get the general idea. Are you, you are spoken of this to no one? No. Oh, still. Hello? This is how to do it in the Papas. Oh, yes. It took me a great deal of long time to take my record, Mr. Spade, but I found it. Oh, what's that? The gentleman who bought the set of 12 casmiri medallions like the one you saw me myself. Oh, yes, yes. His name is Raspus Singh, a foreign asset, I think. He's the casmiri pro-cancel here. Oh, oh, well, guys, thanks, Dorothy. This is how you do it in the Papas, sir.
You, I found it just now. Your Dorothy, after all you've done for Alice, the least she could do is thank you. And you can tell her that for me. Now, bye, honey. Hello, kiddo. Hello, kids. Let's say now, where are we? You had just given me your assurance, you would maintain safety secrecy in this unfortunate matter. Oh, yes, sir. No, I must go. You're expecting me at the banquet, sir. Thank you again, sir. Not at all. Your service to our country and the world will find the expression I hope on some later days. Good night, good night. Hey, pretty, please not now. Oh, yeah. It's out of form. Well, cloaked dagger in the flesh, going modern on him without gunna. It's out of form. What if I told you I'd already made the call? I'd say you were lying. The line is trapped outside. You figure the angle, testing? In my business, I have to. When's it coming off? The prime minister any minute.
For you right now. Oh, he's got you fool, too, huh? They're right there. Oh, Rajput, you're a fall guy, you know. Doing a heavy stuff. If it kicks back, you get it. The other 10 laps. You think you could talk me out of it, huh? Why that's the last thing in my mind? I'd never. Oh, my gosh. Everything happened at once. As near as I can recall, at the Gammung-Koken dagger, backed onto Freddy's tail. Freddy yells, fun like a top and C&D off-balance, put his other foot on Aunt Adelaide, lazy Susan. Hiding a place for a big off-balance man, the place is only a remaining foot. About that, I kicked in the stomach, and the gun, which is giddled into a corner. And we went over and over for a while. C&D tore it by suit at his claws and teeth. I beat his head with an ass-brain, Freddy's that's why I think the corner washed himself. At length, cladding at the ass-brain, I beat his head on the radiator. And dear C&D gave it up with a long, unhappy sign.
The face is a bit as up a fair. Get out of my way, head-weight or I'll walk right over that white shirt, fun. Please, I can't. Have they conserved anything yet? There's no reason they're just coming on. I wait. Wait, I should do this. Hold on. I'm going to go. And now, now, my countrymen, before we introduce our guest, to honor Sir Jawara Halbara, I'll be loved by minister. I suggest we rise and hold our country. To cash me a little, may she... Go ahead, Pope, counsel. Don't let me interrupt. Please, not here. The standard of Marcus, what is the meaning of this? Aren't you going to ask me, I'm supposed to be dead? That what's wrong with you? The sped trees are pooces about to be drunk. Where's my drink, Pope, counsel? Gentlemen, gentlemen. Gentlemen. There was at one time a costume in our country, for the host to exchange glasses with the guests of honor. Permit me to go to Harbara.
To... To cash me a little. Oh! And the moral of this story, if there is one, is when danger threatens, don't hire a bodyguard by a cat and a lazy Susan, period and a report. Oh, Sam, why do people do these things? Oh, we all have different loyalties, different ideas about duty. My duty, for instance, is to pick up an item, my head and a soup full of holes once a week. Cloud, you're duty. You don't have to draw a dime, Sam. I'll keep you busy. Let's go. Three chimes mean good times on MDC. This Sunday, theater guild on the air presents a light, laughable, lovable comedy. It's the fortune hunter and it stars Jean Crane and John Lund. You're invited Sunday to another outstanding
one-hour production by theater guild on the air. And a reminder, there's a bright newcomer to your big Sunday lineup on MDC. Mr. and Mrs. Blanding, starting Kerry Grant and Betsy Drake. Oh! Are you ready? How can I do this? Something wrong? Wrong, the papers. The two-tone empowered. Oh, I'm ready. How can I do this? Something wrong? Wrong, the papers. The two-tone empowered rockets. More nails are dumpers. I have a red one, if. The planes turned out sour. Oh, what were they? The veil lady had entered a breakfast cereal contest. Fair, that's life little one. We struggle, we strive. We think we have succession, our grasp, and it turns out dross. Oh, that reminds me. How you like it? What? I knew dross. And that concludes the dialogue for tonight, except for one thing, of course. I'm ready, Sam. Hmm? Hmm. Who wants to be the man called, X?
He has a different one every week. I am the man called, Spade. Constant, playful, tempered Alice. That's me. Good night, Mr. Siddell. Good night, sweetheart. The adventures of Sam Spade are produced, edited and directed by William Spear. Sam Spade was played by Stephen Dunn. Lorraine Tuttle is happy. Script for tonight's adventure by Harold Pwatton. Musical Scoring by Ludgluskin, conducted by Robert Ambruster. Join us again next week, same time, for another adventure with Sam Spade.
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