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Boston Blackie - John Walters Murder

Detective - Retro Radio·Mar 23, 2026·24:21

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I think I'll wait inside.

Okay.

Get him out of here!

Hey Boss!

Come over there and have a seat!

What do you expect in the park, Sherry?

Penguin?

Well, these love boys can't fly, boss.

Neither can penguins.

Yeah.

Do you block it?

I didn't know there was a lake down this part of the park.

Well, Sherry, we've never taken this path to Mary's before.

What do we do from here, Swin?

Now we take this footbridge.

Oh, gee.

But Sherry, is it plenty cute lake to set your little one in?

Well, stay away from that bridge railing,

and you'll be telling me it's plenty wet lake for such a little one.

Hey, yeah.

Boss.

Now what?

Look, line in the water there.

I'd better sure.

Uh-oh.

Well, is it?

It sure is.

Is it dead?

If it isn't, it's awful careless.

Remind me to have a look.

Cheap, boss.

Is he dead?

You used the wrong pronoun, shot one.

When a he is dead, he's and hit.

Hits and it?

By virtue of a slight case of no breathing.

What a match with him.

Oh, sure.

Yeah.

Then, uh, we'd better call a cop, huh?

Are you kidding?

All I have to do is pronounce the word body,

and inspect the fire date just how to sell all for me.

See what you know.

First time in a water with his feet on a shore.

A plain case of suicide, boss.

It'll be okay to call a cop.

It'll be murder to call a cop, Sherry,

because that's what this is.

This guy didn't bump himself?

None unless he rode here on the back of a drug.

Look at his shoes.

Can a neat locker?

And he pulled a neat trick.

Getting here without walking on them.

Oh, huh.

Matches don't burn well.

What do you mean by that, boss?

He's wearing brand new shoes, Sherry, never walked on.

And it's a plenty of long hike from here to the edge of the park.

See?

And I said, let's call a cop.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Sure, boss.

Hey, you too.

What's going on down there?

Hey, boss, it's a cop.

What's that line in the water?

The body?

Oh, oh, Sherry.

Here we go again.

Now meet Boston Blackie.

Enemy to those who make him an enemy.

Friend to those who have no friends.

All right, Frankie.

Come on in.

I want to talk to you.

Well, look when it bites me into the morgue.

A body that walks and talks.

Inspector Faraday.

Frankie.

Some of these days you're going to honor us to make me and be sorry.

Don't tell me this case is closed already.

Maybe I looked down Blackie.

But I'm not.

We police see things that other people don't.

Oh.

Now let you know who to seek with, champ.

This isn't suicide.

It's murder.

Murder?

Surprise, huh?

Plenty.

What makes you think it's murder?

I don't think I know.

What a clever start this was.

What have gotten by somebody like you.

But not me.

I saw it the minute they brought the body in.

And you, the great Boston Blackie.

You don't know.

It was suicide.

Well, I'm certainly surprised.

I thought you would be pal.

I didn't think you'd notice the shoes.

Well, when you know you're...

You mean you...

Well, you double-crosser.

You...

You know it all the time.

That's why I'm around.

I thought you'd never notice it.

Only a dope would fail to see no more than ten steps have been taken in those shoes.

I had to throw you in jail.

Don't choke yourself with jealousy, pal.

This murdered guy, Wolters.

Could have taken care of Cap to win in 20 years.

I thought you'd never notice it.

Cap to win in 20 years of the lake.

Come where you're heading again, Blackie.

I checked with every Cap company at time.

He didn't take a tank.

It's murderal, right.

And I know how it was done.

You'd speculate on anything, wouldn't you?

It's as simple as a nursery mind, my dear.

Hello?

He was picked up outside of the apartment house given to the lake by a killer.

He'd over the head and tossed him to the lake.

Oh, by that...

That you'd have to give him a cut right.

I know it's not worth much.

Uncle, we have a suspect for the motive.

I've got a suspect with plenty of motor.

The guy is wife.

She didn't even break up when she identified the body.

And guess where she said she was at the time, Walter's die.

At a movie, a law.

What did Mrs. Walter say when you told her it was murder?

I didn't tell her.

I've got Mrs. Walter's tag as the possible suspect.

She admits she and her husband never got along.

If she thinks I've convinced it's suicide, she'll drop her guard.

I'm even releasing a suicide story to the paper.

Faraday, you were...

Down, man.

Really?

OK, Blackie.

You know this was murder from the start.

So maybe you know a whole lot more.

Put that gun away, Faraday.

Don't you know it's in polite to point?

You found a bloody Blackie.

So I'm holding you as a material witness and rocking you up

till I've got my case against Mrs. Walter's Faraday.

Please, please, the gun you'd...

I know.

And it stays in my hand.

Have you finished pouring over Walter's shoe?

Go on.

Leave the shoe here.

Where do you want me to put it?

On this table right here.

Take hold of size 11, my toe.

That's surprising how heavy a shoe can be.

Put the shoe down, William.

Come on.

Sure, I'll put it down right on your hand.

Oh, wait.

Leave your gun on the floor, Faraday.

I'll have to use mine on you.

So help me, Blackie.

You run out on this and I'll throw the book at you.

How far can you throw a book, Faraday?

I'm going a long way.

You won't get hurt.

Every cup on the floor will guarantee that, personally.

When you can get another key made to this door, Faraday,

maybe someone on the floor will watch out.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Hey, officer.

Yes.

What is it?

Hey, if you can get into the morgue,

you're going to have a look around.

I know what for.

There's a brand new body in there,

but it's dead only from the neck up.

Mrs. John Waters?

Yes.

I'm from the police department.

May I come in?

Oh, yes, of course.

Thanks.

Are you from in such a Saturday?

Straight from him.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I see.

Your late husband carried life insurance?

Doesn't almost everybody.

That doesn't answer my question.

Yes.

That does.

How much?

I don't know.

For how much?

Enough.

Is that all?

No.

May I see the policy?

I don't have it.

Where is it?

I'm not sure in my husband's safety department box, I suppose.

Do you the sole beneficiary?

I suppose I am.

I never asked my husband.

Do you suppose everything?

What company did your husband carry his insurance?

Where do you just suppose it was some company?

No, it's the new Northern life, I think.

Oh, first you're suppose, now you think.

Oh, it's a big improvement.

Look here, I don't think you're from the police at all.

Some cops still have arches, Mrs. Waters.

You're not from the police.

Who are you?

I'm asking the questions, Mrs. Waters.

Well, I'm going to call Inspector Faraday.

Your husband's policy is with the new Northern life, huh?

Now, can you remember for how much?

I'm not answering any more questions.

Police department.

Inspector Faraday, please.

Yes, ma'am.

How are they speaking?

Inspector, this is Sarah Walters.

I am.

Did you send the man from your department to talk to me?

I did not.

Well, there's a man here now who claims that he came

from your office.

Put him on the phone.

Of course.

Inspector Faraday wants to talk to you here.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, sweetheart.

How does it feel to be out of the morgue again?

Frankie, I might have known it with you.

I know.

You're going to send up a squad car and then pick me up.

You better behave yourself.

You're getting in this deeper every minute.

I don't know what I'm getting into, Inspector,

but I do know I'm getting out of here,

so don't bother to send for me.

Goodbye.

Frankie, so help me one night.

Sorry to be leaving, Mrs. Walters,

but this place is going to be full of cops in a few minutes

and I hate crowds.

Who are you anyway?

The name's Frankie.

Boston Blacky.

That's right.

Then you're the one who found my husband, Faraday.

And that is not all I found, Mrs. Walters.

And if Faraday doesn't see me first, I'll see you again.

Tom Jenkins, all of this?

Well, Jenkins speaking.

Tom, this is Sarah.

Oh, hello.

Tom, John's dead.

What?

He was found in the lake in the park this evening.

Oh, Sarah, I'm so sorry.

How did it happen?

He killed himself.

Is there anything I can do?

I don't know.

I'm worried.

Worried?

Tom, I have a hunch that police suspect it's murder.

Murder?

What makes you think so?

A man by the name of Boston Blacky was here,

asking two questions.

Tom, what can I do?

What do you mean?

If it's murder, I'm afraid.

Why do you have anything to hide?

No.

Then what are you worried about?

I'm just worried.

Will stop it.

Who did you say was up there questioning you?

Boston Blacky.

We'll never get about him.

Get him off your mind.

I wish somebody would get him off this case.

I know you're the beauty of the new northern life insurance

company, baby, but are you the brains, too?

That depends on what you want to know.

Well, you see, I carry a life insurance policy

with your company.

My name's John Walters.

Yeah?

I forgot the name of the man who sold me the policy.

You could give it to me, couldn't you?

Well, not for memory, but I should have it in my file.

I think I should have you in my file.

Is there room?

Sure.

You probably have a very small name.

What was your name again?

It's still John Walters.

Wal-Walters, Walters, Walters.

A-Bow-Walters.

I-Raw-Walters, John.

Here we are.

The salesman's name?

Here's Fred Singer.

I'd like to talk to him.

Oh, that door right there.

Just knock.

Thanks.

And who got me this information?

Mr. Singer will be glad to do anything

he can for you.

I'll be back.

Come in.

Fred Singer?

That's right.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I don't think I've heard him.

My name's Blackie, Boston Blackie.

Oh.

You sold him Sean's policy to John Walters, didn't you?

That's right.

When?

I'm afraid you'd better explain your reasons

for these questions.

John Walters is dead.

What did you say?

When did you sell him this policy?

A month ago.

How much?

$50,000.

Who's the beneficiary?

His wife.

How well did you know Mrs. Walters?

I've never met him.

Oh.

This is certainly a shock about Walters.

How did he die?

He was murdered.

Oh, uh, the police know who killed him?

Well, I'll give you a hint.

If the police can prove their case,

they'll save your company.

$50,000.

Oh, look, Blackie, when we get upstairs to your place, let's stay there.

Why not in his message?

It's gotten under to with us.

Nowadays, figuring Mrs. Walters killed her husband.

But I don't know somehow.

I don't like that.

Would you like it better if Faraday pinned it on you?

Well, it'd be a lot more natural.

Well, what do we do now?

You're going to shadow Mrs. Walters.

I'm going to hunt you.

We watch her movements.

She'll have a proof Faraday is right or clear herself.

OK, boss.

You're the boss, but I...

Hey, Blackie, I don't like the looks of this car coming up this tree.

Oh.

I got a funny figure.

He's going to be quick.

Yeah.

We're going to make it better.

Hey, boss.

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Hey, Blackie.

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Back to Boston Blackie.

Always being sought by Inspector Faraday as a material witness in the murder of John Walters.

Boston Blackie has managed to interview Mrs. Walters Faraday's chief suspect.

Fred Singer who sold the insurance policy to the dead man.

And get himself shot at by an unknown assailant.

As we return to our story, Blackie is still avoiding Faraday.

And is at the apartment of Murray Wesley where the young nurse is dressing his bullet wound.

There's a head, little Blackie.

You know you're supposed to report this to the police, don't you?

Yes.

It's the law.

Yes, I know.

For short, do you hear it, too?

No, not a scratch.

Coach!

Sorry.

What kind of trouble are you in this time?

Up until his bullet autograph, my arm, I wasn't in any trouble.

I thought.

Now we're both in trouble.

Oh, don't worry, honey.

I'll report this to Faraday myself.

Shall I answer?

It's probably for you.

Hello?

Oh, my feet.

Blackie is short of here.

Are you still failing, Mrs. Wallace?

Of course, I'm shagging after that day.

My gee, old me the last pet bug villain in town.

Hey, you know something, boss?

As much as my IQ will allow.

Well, I don't know nothing for my IQs, but I know I've seen this war best, then, somewhere before.

I don't tell me she's a waterfront model in Park Avenue Clothing.

I don't know about that.

I just know that I've seen her before.

Well, don't lose her.

Where is she now?

Well, I tell you, first you went into the bank, boss, and then she went into an apartment building

across the street from here, see?

Do you know what apartment?

Yeah, a guy named Singer.

That singer?

Yeah.

Hey, boss, how did you know that?

Never mind that.

Singer told me you didn't even know Mrs. Wallace.

Where are you now?

I'm going to drop store at the Corn 86 right now, boys.

I'll be right up.

Are you better step on it, boss?

The day when it didn't have buildings like she was in a hurry.

I have a hunch.

She's not only in a hurry, short one.

I think the lady's also in a jam.

Oh, what is it?

Hello, Sam.

Oh, no, you don't.

Oh, yes, I do.

Thanks.

A pleasant welcome.

Well, hello, Mrs. Wallace.

Again.

This is all very cosy to people who don't even know each other.

Of course, we know each other.

We have the years.

You don't think we'd be foolish enough to tell you what it is?

You were foolish enough to let my man, Mrs. Wallace,

to your apartment.

Now what goes?

I don't think we have to answer your questions.

You're not from the police.

Well, maybe you'd rather answer their questions.

Yeah.

What do you want?

Let's see that insurance policy.

What insurance policy?

The one you sold, John Waters.

I'll be a fool.

I want to be killed here.

You brought it here, Mrs. Wallace?

I did not.

You didn't stop in at the bank on your way.

I don't know.

Let's see the policy.

All right.

Let him see it there.

Dear, huh?

This is cosy.

The policy, Mrs. Wallace.

I'm getting it out of my purse now.

Be sure it doesn't come out with bulletinets.

Here it is.

Thanks.

I don't see what you intend to accomplish with all this praise.

For one thing I intend to find out who hit John Waters on the head.

So I can get the Faraday off my neck.

I don't see what you intend to accomplish with all this praise.

For one thing I intend to find out who hit John Waters on the head.

So I can get Faraday off my neck.

Let's have that policy.

You can see I wasn't lying.

It was signed a month ago and it's for $50,000 just as I said.

Mind if I use your phone?

Go ahead.

If you want anything in that policy, it's a great plan.

It explains itself.

Who are you calling?

Inspector Faraday.

To turn you to in for the murder of John Waters.

You won't hear your mind.

Don't move out of one of you.

I've got a good gun.

Better aim.

Faraday's being.

Hello, Faraday.

This is Becky.

Okay, Becky.

This has gone far enough.

I'm issuing a warrant for your arrest.

Look, you...

Don't make any more mistakes than you've already made.

I'll make you sell this case by yourself.

Oh, yeah?

You want Mrs. Waters.

And the man who sold John Waters is an insurance.

I was just checking in at the insurance bank on this thing.

Well, I've checked for you sweetheart.

Here's the dope.

It's as bad as the pen on your face there.

Mrs. Waters wanted to divorce.

Singer wanted Mrs. Waters.

The only thing that stood in the way was Mr. Waters.

Oh, that's an old one, my brother.

Yes, but love wasn't enough this time.

Money was interesting, too.

So, Singer sold Waters a policy for $50,000.

Pay both of Mrs. Waters.

I get it.

Then the children looked up Mr. Waters

so they could get married and lose happily ever after.

Or until the 50,000 bikes ran out.

You see, Faraday, it's so simple.

Even you can manage to figure it out.

And they both happen to be right here.

And Singer's apartment.

Number two, a Northwest corner of 86th and Elmhurst Avenue.

Okay, I'll be right up from.

But you stay there too, Viking.

Come on out of this, yes.

Sorry, pal, I can't wait.

I've got work to do.

But sure, you'll hold him for him.

Look, you're away off the bay.

You better sit down and sing, Ann.

You, too, Mrs. Waters.

Faraday won't be here to pick you up for 10 minutes.

Hey, surety.

Yeah, what?

Come on up quick.

Use the stairs.

That's it.

Yeah, wait, what?

Well, I guess about all you two need now.

It's a lawyer.

I'd like to call mine now.

He don't mind.

I do mind.

Oh, Fred, what have we got to do?

Just sit tight, I guess.

That's all we can do for the moment.

That's what Tom told me to do, too.

And look what's happened.

Who's Tom?

My lawyer.

Please let me call him.

Seems to me you've already called him.

I did after you came to see me this afternoon.

What's his name?

Tom Jenkins.

Here I am, boss.

Okay, surety.

Just keep an eye on these two love birds.

So the police come and put them into their cages.

Hey, gee, boss.

Now I know.

Now you know what?

Now I know where I seen his thing.

He was in a place line up in Los Angeles when I was picked up on a funny chat.

Why you?

No, no.

This gets more interesting every minute.

I even remember what he was up for, boss.

It was robbery.

And her name was Sarah Wall.

That's not true.

This could go on forever.

See that these two don't run out before the cops get here, surety?

Right.

I'm going to run down.

This is what is lawyer.

Yes, I've been Mrs. Waller's lawyer for many years.

But you never knew Mr. Waller?

No, I didn't.

He didn't get along too well, you know.

I was Mrs. Waller's attorney.

Hmm.

Nice place you're out here.

No, I like it.

I was in a lawyer's office just the other afternoon.

He had the same kind of paneling.

Really?

Well, I'm very busy.

But I gave him a lot of work to do.

So if you'd just tell me why?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know.

But I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

A lot of work to do.

So if you'd just tell me why you came back to me.

Oh, Jenkins.

Jenkins.

Let me see.

Are you by any chance related to the Alfred Jenkins on the east side?

No, I'm not.

No, look here.

Excuse me.

Hello.

You're welcome, Becky.

What?

Nobody can hear you.

Well, you are right.

A cellar watch was sent to a California prison for three years below me.

Uh-huh.

She made a change in every cellar bird.

As you came here, she married John Roberts.

Well, anything else?

Yes.

I asked about the name of her attorney on that case.

It was a man with a name of Tom Jenkins.

He was just born several years later for malpractice.

Mary, you're the most wonderful girl in the world.

Yes, I know.

Or on a telephone.

I'll talk to you in person in the best west-west one in town at eight o'clock tonight.

I'll call for you at seven.

Well, I won't wait a minute.

I won't wait a minute after nine.

Good girl.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Now, can we get down to business?

Or may I go to work?

Sorry to hold you up.

Jenkins, GM.

I'm really sorry.

One more phone call, and then we can talk.

Go ahead.

Faraday speaking.

Hello, Faraday.

This is Blackie.

Hello, Blackie.

Say, I guess I really have to thank you this time.

What for about?

I believe in being fair.

Thanks to you, I've got Mrs. Waller's and Fred Singer on the lock and key.

And the whole case is sold up in a sack.

Faraday, you haven't got anything.

Are you crazy?

Leave that insurance policy.

Not for.

Look, Waller's death was supposed to look like suicide, wasn't it?

Any fool could have told that.

Then only a fool would have wanted Waller's death to look like suicide.

If he knew what was in that insurance policy, and both Mrs. Waller's and Singer knew it.

No one.

But a suicide clause voided the policy in the event Waller killed himself inside of two years.

And that policy was only one month old.

Well, I'll be a...

An inspector, mustn't brag.

You made a fool of me, Blackie.

You know that.

No, I just relax and spectre.

I thought Singer and Mrs. Waller were the ones we wanted, too, until I read the policy carefully.

But now I've got your real killer for him.

Where?

Right here, from 1051 in the city building.

His name is Tom Jenkins.

What, Audrey, Singer, Blackie?

I'm afraid I'll have to put an end to this little conversation, Inspector.

I heard what he said.

I'll have a squad up there in five minutes.

For the last time, put that receiver down.

With pleasure.

Who's getting so heavy anyhow?

Very clever.

Oh, not very.

For that very lovely shot in the dog, you're going to get a shot in the back.

Oh, I don't think so.

This gun in my hand wasn't filled in a water fountain.

Oh, I was referring to what you called my shot in the dog.

I wasn't guessing at all.

Oh, you looked into your little crystal ball, huh?

No, into the court records in Los Angeles.

Mrs. Waller's went to jail out there a few years ago, and you were her lawyer.

Well, you are informed, aren't you?

Better than you think.

When she came east, she changed her name.

Mary John Waller's had two children, and then you followed her to Blackmailer for every dime she could lay her hands on.

Your answers don't wait for questions, do they?

A little while ago, Mrs. Waller's went broke, didn't she?

What makes you think so?

It had to be like that.

You made a John Waller's to get the $50,000 for which he was insured,

because you knew you could get every penny of it for Mrs. Waller's.

I don't think you can prove that.

You must think so.

You wouldn't be holding that gun at me.

Just a precaution.

Well, I'll tell you why.

Would you kill John Waller's if you'd like to know him?

The clue is an insurance policy, and you're the only one of three suspects who didn't see the policy.

Oh.

If you had read the policy, you wouldn't have made it look like suicide.

After all, you did want Mrs. Waller's to collect.

Well, you're a very clever young man.

It's too bad I missed when I shot at you this afternoon.

But it isn't too late.

Put away that gun, Jenkins.

Council will be here in a few minutes.

I won't kill you here.

We're leaving.

Take my car for a drive in the country.

You dump Walters in the park, and you're going to dump me out in the country.

What it seems to bring out the rural in you?

I'll just search you for your gun if you don't mind.

Go ahead.

Yeah, I have no gun.

So let's go, Blackie.

Right out that door, the way you came in.

Okay.

Just remember, this hand in my coat pocket has a gun in it.

I wouldn't have to give it a second thought if I had money gun with me.

Is your gun for us?

Well, sure.

Yep.

Is your gun for us?

Stick in on this guy's bag.

That was a wonderful dinner, Blackie.

I like a little food with my conversation.

But Blackie, I had a lot of questions to ask you.

Have you run out of me yet?

Nope. Just one more.

All right.

Where do we walk?

Oh, it's a beautiful night.

Well, here's the park.

What about through here?

Oh, Blackie, do you think we should?

Isn't this the path you and Shorty were on when you found out that body?

Remember all the trouble that caused you?

Honey, anytime I walk through a park with Shorty when you're available, I deserve to have trouble.

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