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All right, well, now it's time for day's episode of not Beat.

The original air date June the twenty ninth, nineteen fifty one, and this one is byline for Frank.

Transcribed NBC presents Frank Lovejoy in.

I be.

Hi.

This is Randy Stone.

I cover the Nightbeat for the Chicago Stars.

Chicago was known as the Windy City, and for good reasons.

The Wind's bow by the hour and the week and the month off Lake Michigan up from the plains country and down from the heavy timbered north.

If you cock your ear, you can hear twenty seven languages whistling in from the suburbs.

Lift your nose and the breezes.

We'll fill it with the scent of foreign cooking, the perfume of the shop girls, and the aroma of businessmen's cigars.

Push your hand into the wind and you can feel the dampness of the tears.

And if you really tilt your head the right way, close your eyes, hold your breath, and listen hard, you can hear the moans of the day.

It was a busy Wednesday night.

Bonds on the city desk asked me to lend a hand and I filled in on Rewrite for a couple of hours.

I just finished taking a leg man's notes over the headphones when the switchboard buzzed me on a personal Brandy's dog speaking.

My name's Richards.

I'm a doctor on receiving.

Ward at Cook County Hospital.

In an accident case just came in asking for you, followed by the name of John Smith.

That's a familiar name.

He was hit by a car on a damn street about an hour ago.

We've done everything we could hayn't got.

Along that bad.

The chaplain just administered last right, John Smith?

Huh yeah, tell him.

I'll be right over.

Doctor.

In my day, I've run into maybe one hundred John Smiths, all of them with a story to tell, a piece of news to pedal or a liar too.

They just give away.

But I wondered what kind of a story this particular John Smith wanted to tell me before he died.

Doctor Richards met me at the dead We shook hands, and he walked me down to the end of the hall.

Poor devil, he's really all cracked up.

Well, what happened to him?

Exactly?

Accident report says he crossed the damnic street in front of the single hotel.

Taxi was passing a truck dark Ah.

A man in good health might survive such an injury, but not this man.

He's had a dangerous point of ability, hasn't eaten properly for months, a lot of drinking, terribly neglected.

I see here we are, he's in there.

Hello, I'm Randy Stone.

Yeah, I know you don't remember me, Randy John Smith.

I'm afraid that burned down, Randy.

Take a good look.

No, it can't be John Smith for the obituary columns.

Randy Frank lyons.

Yeah, that's right.

Randy was left on me.

We were just out of the cub ranks in my day.

Frank, how did you get a long story?

I'm afraid I haven't got time to tell it.

Oh, what's on your mind?

A guy named Felix Henderson, Rannie, You ever hear of him?

No?

Not many people have, But he's a real story.

I asked you to come here because I.

Thought maybe you i'd write it for you.

Sure.

When I got out of Northwest and I said I was going to be the biggest newspaper man in this time, you were ones.

Yeah, but it didn't last.

In nineteen forty I met Cora, my wife.

She was sleek and smart, just as ambitious as I was.

Maybe it doesn't fit in with a general idea, but we got married on one condition.

That we both go right to the top and stay there.

It worked too.

But this one night when I met Felix Henderson, Cora and I were having come.

Yeah, can give you the news?

Can you stand me for another five years?

Honey?

Well that depends.

Well.

I just signed up for a five.

Year renewal with a paper My own time, my own stories, and my own column.

I'm going to climb all.

Over this town and both of us will wind up right on top rank.

And coral lines against the world.

Yeah, oh, Darling, tell me we aren't doing wrong playing it this way when it is nothing, it is right, isn't it.

Well, of course it's right.

We've come this far together as it matters.

That pays too much for your kid.

No, no, Frank, you would walk out if I failed you in any way, wouldn't you.

You'll know it, Betty, same way you would walk out on me if I slipped.

So it's the no slips, honey.

You know I like being with you, and I like being with you.

Mister Lyons.

Ah, yes, my name's Price Henderson.

Could we talk.

I've got a story for you.

Well, sure, sit on, sit on?

Uh, this is my wife.

How do you do?

My car is parked up front.

Could we talk out there?

Well?

I did?

Okay, Sorry, darling, business always.

Okay.

Now listen, what is it?

Lines?

I looked you up because they told me you're a reporter.

I always want a story.

Listen, this isn't just a gift.

I'm not offering you a rumor or something.

This is my car.

Okay, Well, I'll give you just three minutes to interest me.

It's about old Stan Callahan, a big contractor.

They're going to get him on an embezzling charge.

Stan Callahan on an embezzling charge.

Or you're crazy, Phelis.

Yeah, I've got the proof right here in this briefcase five hundred.

Okay, let's have it, but it better be straight in a nutshell.

It's this.

Here's his bookkeeping records.

It's all down here in fine print.

How he did it?

Oh?

Can I borrow these?

You cannot?

You can sit here in the car and make a long hand copy of anything you want.

These look like IOU's.

They are Old Stand Callahan's daughter, Patricia lost a lot of money and to a gambling syndicate wrote them these ileus.

Callahan refused to come across at first, but the gamblers put the pressure on him, so Old Stand stole the money from the company and paid off for his daughter.

And why are you fit in Felix, I'm a private detective.

A certain gambling interest asked me to keep an eye on Patricia Callahan just in case she tried to leave town or something.

Okay, Felix, this is a story, and you will get you.

So I wrote the story my paper Predator.

The banner was sued for libel Callahan was never indicted.

Oh that's stuff Felix Senderson had shown me.

It was so much chunk.

I was bounced to the blackballed and washed up overnight.

I tried to tell everybody that it was a frame, but nobody would believe me.

What about this Felix Henderson.

I never could break it because Felix Henderson vanished.

Whoever wanted me broken, whoever it.

Was hired him to frame me, never had the satisfaction of seeing me run out of town with my tail between my legs.

I've hung around here every day, said sin Letting, Letting this happen to me, waiting to get hold of something that had put me up there again.

And today I saw it, Felix Henderson walking down the Damic street.

I telled him, And when he crossed to go into the Singer Hotel, I followed, only with my luck here I am lose her again.

I'll go and see him for you, Frank, Thank you like your Frank, this wife of yours?

Would you like me?

No?

Forget her Rendy.

She kept our agreement and divorced me a long time ago.

She's with a new winn in now.

Henderson.

That's who I want you to see.

Just Henderson, the clerk at.

The Singer Hotel Tony.

Mister Henderson was out and then he wouldn't be back for two hours.

So I went back to the Star Morgue file and pulled out the clippings on the old Callahan story.

Everything with justice.

Frank Lyons had said, that is all one could say on the surface.

Stan Callahana died two years ago and left his daughter, Patricia is the only heir.

I got her address, the Gold Coast apartment, and I went over to have a talk.

She was pretty as a postcard and as innocent looking as your sister, Frank ran the reporter.

Yes, that's the one.

He's he's in a hospital right now.

I wanted to look into his story a little.

Well, after what he wrote about me and my father.

You can't expect me to care, can you.

Uh he's uh, he's dying.

Oh I'm sorry.

Look this Callahan.

It doesn't make any difference.

Now what happens, it's all over.

There are no witnesses here.

Tell me did Lions ever do anything to your father that would make him want to get even frankly.

That's what's mystified us.

We never met the man before in our lives.

I journeyed back to the Singer Hotel to see Felix Henderson.

He said he was in the bar.

I found him, a tall, lanky, gray haired guy with a hard face.

Yes, I'm Felix Henderson.

What's on your mind?

Frank Lyons?

He told me about the old Callahan's story.

He told me that you framed him with those papers that you gave him.

Well, that wasn't very nice of him.

I didn't give Frank Lions any papers.

He made all that up.

It's kind of strange you left town at the same time, isn't it.

There are a lot of strange things in life.

H huh.

Here's the way I see it, Felix hat Callahan is clean.

You are hired frame Frank Lyons, probably to keep him from printing some other story.

That's how you figure it, eh, I said it.

Tell me, how are you fixed for money?

Well enough, all right, I'll level with you as much as I can.

I broke, I need money.

Nothing makes any difference anymore.

It's all over.

So if you've gone a couple of butts, I'll.

Give you what I know and the way you gave it to Lions.

No, but you can take it or leave it.

I'm not making any apologies for what I'm selling.

All right?

Where can we talk?

Up in my room?

So he finished our drinks, he climbed up the stairs to his room.

He looked nervous and a little scared, and frankly, I didn't know what to expect.

I walked behind him all the way.

He unlocked the door and we went in.

I never can find that light switch.

Should be on the right over here.

It's got the dumbest reporters in the world in this town.

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Now back to night Beat and Randy Stone.

Death is the most intense drama of all.

And no matter what the decorations, gunshot, disease, drowning our old age, you never quite prepared to cope with this single spectacle that all men have in common.

Maybe that's why I made my promise to Frank Lyons as he laid dying in the Central Receiving Hospital.

What did I get out of it?

A crack on the mogan by a professional bully boy named Felix Henderson.

When I came to a fuzzy glance around his hotel room, told me he'd gone, and with him he'd taken my story for the next edition and Frank Lyons story for the next eternity.

I was going through the shaking head, cold water routine when his phone began jumping around on a hook.

Hello Phoenix, Oh yeah, this is Felix.

Who's this.

I'm told you were at my office today.

Obviously you're in town hoping to collect more money from me.

Foenix three years ago.

I explained you were to stay away from Chicago.

Well, a guy gets lonesome.

You were paid quite well for your service at that time.

There will be no more.

I sold a story to Frank Lyons once.

Maybe he'll be in the market again.

I think he'd like to know some things, no doubt.

But your return was for nothing.

Yeah, Frank Lyons was critically injured in an accident today and and this moment is on the brink of death.

Understand me.

Get out of Chicago, Phoenix, get up before I have you picked up.

A nameless voice on the telephone obviously belonged to a man who had engineered the frame up of Frank Lyons.

There was no way to find out who he was, even though that was my job and my promise to a dying reporter.

So I beat it back across town the Central Receiving Hospital, praying all the way that Frank Lyons would still be alive.

He's hanging on, Stone been conscious on and off since you left.

I don't know how, but he's hanging on.

Can I talk to him, doctor?

Why not?

As far as he's gone, it doesn't there point.

Thank you go ahead, Stone off stand by.

Thanks to hide.

Yeah, it's me again.

I'm like a cub.

Frank.

You you gotta steer me a little nearer to the story.

Did you talk to Henderson?

Yeah, but I got nothing out of him.

I'm hanging on here waiting for it.

You've got to get it.

I'm doing my best, and don't try to talk right now.

Just listen to me, all right, Frank?

What did you have on the fire?

Then?

What story was so big that somebody had want to frame you out of the business?

Frank, Frank, what is he gone about?

An inch away?

He just laughs together.

This time it may be for good.

I hung around the hospital for another half hour, hoping he might come too long enough to answer my questions.

But he didn't.

And then I remembered he'd been married once.

It occurred to me that most guys talk to their wives about things, so I decided to look up his ex wife.

She'd married a lawyer named Palmer and they lived in Glencoe.

Took me three quarters of an hour to get out to her address, a big brown house that was a shade smaller than Soldier's Field.

I was asked to wait in the library.

I'm Edison Palmer, sorry to have kept you waiting, mister Stone.

Missus Palmer and I have guests tonight.

Please thank you Stone Stone.

Forgive me.

But I don't seem to recall your name.

You don't know me, mister Palmer.

I'm a newspaperman.

Newspaperman.

Oh really, I asked the man who answered the door if I could speak with Missus Palmer.

I must have misunderstood.

I thought you came to see me.

Oh, you were an old friend of my wife.

No, I asked, because Missus Palmer's from my husband was a newspaperman.

Also, wait here, mister Stone, I'll get Cora.

Oh, Addison Palmer went through the double doors at the far end of the room, and three minutes later, Missus Addison Palmer came in neat trim groom, self assured, and she was tailored for the kind of how she lived in and the kind of life she was obviously living.

My husband said, you came here to see.

Me, mister Stone's Yes, that's right, Randy Stone reporter.

I'm I'm on a story.

I thought perhaps that you might help me.

You were once married to a man named Frank Lyons.

Is that true?

What exactly do you want mister Stone, your entertaining tonight.

Well, Frank once had quite a reputation for getting stories that no one else was ever able to get.

He stepped on a lot of toes.

He incurred a lot of anger around the state.

You remember any story he was working on at the time he lost his job that might have cause someone.

Do wanna ruin him or shut him up?

Mister Stone?

Frank told me nothing of his stories.

I seldom inquired.

Oh, well, I just thought you might have something that would help him.

Why don't you ask him?

I hear he's still in Chicago.

Oh, Frank was hit by a car today.

Right now, he's dying at Central Receiving.

Oh that's too bad.

Is that all you have to say?

Look, we were married for six years.

Some of them were good years and some of them were bad years.

We finally parted and that was that.

Do I make myself clear clear enough?

I guess just what do you expect me to do, mister Stone?

Well, just, oh, go down to a hospital, maybe to hold him in your arms, or look at him and talk to him, and do anything that would make his dying like this a little easier.

That's all very well, put mister Stone unmoved.

Oh that's great, missus Palmer.

I'll see you around.

Wait, but I removed mister Stone.

From my point of view, I wouldn't mind crying.

For all the good days and all the good years Frank and I had together.

It's just the the bad ones keep getting in the way.

Both of us arranged that we wanted more excitement, more sophistication.

Connor, Dear, our guests are waiting a h are you miserable?

It's nothing to add mister Stone.

I don't know what you've been saying, but I request that you leave my home.

I was just slaving.

Mister Parmer had sort of called me.

Wait a minute, what hospital did you say?

He was in Central receiving under the name of John Smith.

I'm ging to see him.

I hope he's still alive.

What is this Frank was hurt in an accident today.

Oh, so this is the news you brought in, mister Stone.

I've got to see him.

Ad well, mister Stone, I don't believe you and I have anything further to discuss.

I don't think so.

Oh what paper are you on?

Chicago Star?

I dislike having my evening upset.

I'll do my very best have you fired, mister stone.

Addison.

Palmer didn't mean anything to me at the moment, and I didn't pay much attention to what he said.

All I wanted to do was get out of there as fast as I could.

I was whipped.

There was nowhere to go, nothing to do.

I wasn't going to be able to keep my promise to Frank Lyons, after all.

I was sitting in my car across the street from the Palmer smoking a cigarette when my first real brake showed up.

A tall man in a dark suit and coat, climbed out of a cab, paid the driver and headed for Palmer's front door.

He didn't see me, but I saw enough of him to recognize a familiar face.

It was Felix Henderson.

I hurried to the phone both of an all night drugstore and put in a call to the paper.

I got Pobe in the fireroom.

Hello as a Stone Poby.

Oh, yes, still working on the frankline thing.

Yeah, I just got something that's got to be checked.

Can you tell me who handled the callahan libel suit?

Hold on still got the clips?

Hut mm yeah, yeah, two attorneys tell us name Martin Jissip and Crane Killer.

Oh, if you want to.

Talk to him.

They're part of legal firm of printer.

Jessip Killer and Palmer.

Did you say Palmer?

Yeah, sure, Henderson Palmer, Richard Creases.

That one lives outing Clint Cooe in a twenty room pound Glow.

I know Pobe and you want to see who's on his guest list tonight.

I drove back to Palmer's place, and even though all the lights were out and all the other cars were gone, I pulled on the doorbell.

No one answered.

Then I noticed the door was open a crack, and I just walked in.

There was a light on in the bar and a man swaying behind it with a glass in his hand, And before I could get to him, he pulled half the bar down as he fell.

No, no, Felix, No, no please.

It says some Felix Henders.

I'm just trying to help you up.

I stopped fighting, and I'll hit you with a beer mud.

Oh it's you Stone.

Yeah, and I should have left you there.

Come on, I'll walk you over the sofa.

Now what was that for.

I just don't like you.

I'll get out of here.

I don't need your help.

If you weren't half dead already, I'd break every bone in your face.

Now, don't swing at me again, or I'll do it.

I'll sit down there.

I'll make this short.

My paper tells me you were part of the legal firm who advised Callahan to bring up the libel suit that ruined Frank Lyons.

That means you hired Felix to work the frame.

I won't admit anything.

You did it to get Frank's worf.

Although why you'd want her I don't know.

You know she'd never leave him while he was on the top, so you kicked him to the bottom.

I never had to kick anybody to the bottom.

Let them alone and find their own way.

Well that's the way it's going to be in the paper tomorrow.

You see, I met Felix Henderson earlier the night myself, and I also met you on the phone when I was in his hotel room.

Well you need better proof than that, mister Stone.

I broke one man for libelous statements.

I'm capable of breaking you mister Henderson's testimony.

If you should ever locate him again, it would be of no value without documentation.

There is no such thing.

Do you follow me?

Here, I follow you.

I had Frank's story, but I couldn't print it.

Nobody could ever print it.

So I went back to the hospital to tell Frank about it.

If he was still able to listen.

Doctor Richards met me.

What about five minutes ago?

Stone?

Sorry, Oh, I uh, I had something to tell him.

If it's any comfort, He died with a smilestone.

Yeah.

His ex wife came in and held his hand.

You have anything to.

Do with that?

I talk with it.

Oh, here she comes.

Now, I'll see you later.

Oh, mister Stone, it's all over.

I I did what you asked me, so I heard you.

See, I was moving, mister Stone.

Buy me some coffee or something, will you please?

I bought her some coffee and that seemed to help, And after that I told her what I'd found out and how I'd found it out.

She listened good and hard and ask any questions, and a look in her eyes didn't tell me anything either.

When I finished, she sighed and made one comment.

So Addison Palmer actually went to all the trouble of wreaking Frank's career so he could marry me.

Yeah, but don't blame poor ridiculous.

I had too much blame me.

I wanted, wanted everything all the time, always took, never gave.

It's no way to live.

Why did I do it?

Mister Stone?

Can you tell me why?

Well, probably because you loved yourself mother than anything else in the world that's common.

Loved myself.

I despised myself.

I could see myself in the mirror, watch myself working, not only my own life, but everybody else's.

Somehow I couldn't seem stop.

Uh huh.

The biggest laugh always on Edison Palmer wanting me that bad.

It's like wanting to get small.

I won't argue with you.

I wish i'd get hit by lightning in something.

But you're not the type that the tracks lightning.

No, I guess not.

I don't know why I talk like this in front of you.

Maybe I'm just the voice of your conscience.

I don't have one.

I can't change myself, mister Stone.

I am what I am.

Well, thanks for the coffee.

Oh sure, sure.

As I said before, I don't know what to say to a woman like you.

Don't say anything, so I'm mister Stone.

See you in the papers.

And there it was a story I found and I couldn't print but I made a promise to myself the next time I ran into a story, a good, big one, I'd print it and slug Frank Lyon's byline on it is a sort of going away gift.

Well, I don't know if you can see a moral in it, but I can tomorrow.

Well, life has so many little ways of catching up with you, of balancing the budget.

Right when you think you got it licked, and right when you've figured you've outsmarted the whole world out of the blue, you come face to face with yourself.

Copy Boy.

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The night's story was written.

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Welcome back.

A good story that has a bit of a down ending with Randy not even able to publish the story.

But he's bound by the same limitations as the other reporter of that regard.

And I do think the moral was obvious and sad, but I didn't need too much restating by Randy in this case.

Frank's ex wife has a lot more self awareness than most people in our situation does, which is probably one of the main reasons to have any hope for what might happen in the future.

It's definitely a messed up arrangement.

You wonder if they had if you know, when Frank got married, if they just went ahead and Minister was reading it for better or for words, and just just the for better part.

That's pretty much all we're going for, and it's definitely saying how that ended up playing out?

All right?

Well, listener comments and feedback now, And first of all, we have an email from Lynn who says, just get got in on your listener or support campaign.

I think it was two summers ago that I found your podcast.

Although I have the Old Time Radio app on my Kindle and listen to the episodes there.

I especially enjoy the insids you bring to each episode and really look forward to your comments at the end of each one.

Thanks so much for your comments and for your support of the program.

It's definitely appreciated.

And then David sends along a note with his donation actually on a nice little square piece of paper, Thanks for all the Johnny dollars.

And then I have a letter actually written out on a nice piece of stationery, Dear Adam, thank you for your wonderful podcast.

My husband downloads them and we enjoy them in the car and on our boat vote.

I'm old school and prefer writing checks and using snail mail, so please give your peel box address more often and slowly.

It took me a lot of listening to feel sure I had it correctly by your comments on the address, definitely well taken, and I'll see what I can do.

It's true that the mailing address is on the support dot Great Detectives dot net website, but people who want to sand checks, I want me to read it out.

I want to do it too often because it takes a little more time at the start of the program, and we've been running a little long at the beginnings.

I'll work it in a bit more at the start of maybe work it in a few times at the end, though slowly.

That's definitely the key.

I'm reading a book entitled London After Dark, which has short stories including Dorothy L.

Sayers The Cave of Ali Baba, which we recently heard on one of your podcasts.

In the preface to The Knife by Robert Arthur, the editor, Peter Haney mentions a British radio program called The Mysterious Traveler, which aired The Knife in nineteen fifty one.

Although I was an avid radio listener.

Then I'm an American and so never heard of it.

Don't know if you're familiar with it, but thought you'd be interested.

I wonder if there are any of these shows are If any of these shows are still out there, the editor of that book might be a little bit confused, because The Mysterious Traveler was an American program.

It's one of the best of the science fiction and horror anthologies.

About seventy four episodes exists from the program.

They did more than three hundred and forty, so it's a little more than twenty percent still out there.

Robert Arthur actually wrote several scripts for a Mysterious Traveler that are in circulation.

If you put in a search for Mysterious Traveler Old Time Radio, you'll find the series with a lot of episodes written by mister Arthur.

She goes on Dragnet.

Came out when I was in junior high school and it was a huge favorite among my friends.

Has anyone ever catalog Virginia Gregg's performances.

She was remarkable in her acting, so believable.

I amdb dot com has got a pretty good listing of her filmography.

The radio performances are a lot more tricky.

Radio gooldindex dot com all one word keeps track of recordings that they have examined and listened to and provide cast information and details on those episodes.

They include a feature where you can find all of the performances they've cataloged by given actor or actress or director or writer, and their entry for Virginia Greg is at one thousand, two hundred and twenty six different programs, but I've heard estimates far higher.

It's really hard to get a very exact count because first of all, you have so many radio episodes that are missing, and second just a lot that nobody has listened to in decades.

So radio gooldindex dot com gives it a try.

It's not entirely successful, just because it can't be, but reading through that and you begin to get a idea of the scope of her work.

Finally, we love your podcast and appreciate the research you do.

For your comments, well, thanks so much.

Appreciate your letter and your support.

Ronald and Nancy, thank you so much.

All Right, Well, that will do it for today.

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