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And next the part, broken the bank, and we're standing on velvet. Sam, are you sober? I definitely felt it. Hmm. Warm too. Sam, where are you calling from? You're wrong, I feel it's a drug store. Stay where you are. I'll be right down to deal out my report on a half hundred grand, paper. Dash O'Hammett, America's leading detective section writer and creator of Sam Spade, the hard-boiled private eye, and William Spear, radios outstanding producer director of Mystery and Crime Drama, join their talents to make your hair stand on end with the adventures of Sam Spade. Presented by the makers of Wild Root Cream Oil for the hair. It's smart to buy things the whole family can use, isn't it? That's why I say it's smart to buy wildroot cream oil hair tonic. Tomorrow, to dad, to the children. Wildroot cream oil is really a friend indeed. Non-alcoholic wildroot cream oil with lannolin grooms the hair neatly and naturally. Reliefs dryness removes loose ugly dandruff.

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but that I'll see her anyway. It's up to you, Sam. She's very well dressed, and I imagine she can afford you. How do you deduce that? Oh, she dropped her purse. I didn't get time to count it all, but there was a hundred dollar bill on top. Well, sure. In, Evie. Sam. Go ahead, Sam. Oh, I don't know, Sam. Sometimes... Well, there's just money. No. No, that's one of the reasons I hire you. What's the matter with her? Nothing. I just get Sam. She's very good-looking, cultivated, and very kind, and considered, and she seems sincerely troubled. You mean her act is a little too good? I felt that too, Sam. Thanks, Angel. I'll keep that in mind. Got her to come in. All right, Sam. Mr. Sable, see you, Mrs. Hillcaw. Thank you. Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Spade. My pleasure. There won't you sit down. Oh, thank you. I'm Lorraine Hillcaw, Mr. Spade. It's about my husband, Leonard Hillcaw. Husband? Oh. We've only been married a short time. It was a quiet ceremony at the Sam Seagull Mission.

Leonard didn't want to subject me to any publicity. The difference in our ages, you know? You mean you want me to keep it a secret? Oh, no. No, except for the newspapers, of course. Naturally, all of Leonard's friends know. Well, he doesn't have many from what I've heard. I thought it strange, too, that such a prominent man should have such a small circle of acquaintances. I met him only a short time before I married him. He's been very kind and absolutely devoted to me. And I suppose I should feel ashamed of myself for coming to you. But there are so many things that are thought in that of a serious act. Sometimes I can't seem to find my handkerchief. Here. Please, next one. Oh, sorry. Thank you. I take it. You're not a San Francisco girl. No. No, I met him at a dude ranch. Well, maybe I can clear up some of your mysteries for free. The reason your husband doesn't have many friends is because they keep dropping dead. I don't understand you. Forget it. He's a big public servant. He's built a lot of sidewalks, the streets of the city,

a pay for these good intentions. His name is on a thousand manhole covers. If the names of his former business associates land on headstones, it's nothing to me. I got my own ragged. Well, who what? I think my husband is paying blackmail to someone. Uh-huh. And upon what do you face, your suspicions, Mrs. Kagan? It started about a month ago. He began with drawing large songs for our joint account. First was ten thousand, then twenty thousand, then last week, fifty thousand. And this morning, he closed out the balance of the account. One hundred thousand dollars. Well, he's got it. The span, Mrs. Kagan. Well, I won't pretend the money doesn't interest me, but what behind it, Mr. Fade? Each time he withdraws these cash sums, he leaves the house without a word to me. And sometimes, when he returns, it's all done. My husband is not fond of nightlife, Mr. Fade. Only a desperate situation could induce him to leave the house after dark. Yes, so I've heard they say that's how he kept his health as long as he has. All right, you want me to trail and find out what he does with the money.

Just one question. Why'd you pick me for the job? I... Why your reputation? That's local. You say you're new in San Francisco. But I do read the local papers. Your picture was in only two weeks ago. Yeah, well, that cave, I didn't help my reputation. I like your look. A nice, honest face. A man I could trust. Don't buy that. And I'm sentimental, too. Your picture reminded me of someone who was very dear to me. My brother. Of course, you're nothing like him, really. But you do look alike. I suppose that sounds like a silly woman's reason. Yeah, what's your advice? Well, I have a little place of my own now, my name is Isadero. The Belvoir apartment's near Normandy, Tara. You better keep in touch with me, Tara. I don't want Leonard to know. The cure course, mentioned, is at 1316, Claren. He returns from his office around 6 in the evening. Do you have a car? No. I need one. I don't know where he may go. I hear the keys to my car. It's parking in front of the main entrance. A great film.

You won't recognize the car. My brother. Now, about your fee. I'm 100 bucks now. If I need more, I'll leave you now. I had an uneasy feeling I would need more. The last attacker that tried to follow Leonard's cure course at hospital in Shurles. But I'm a gambler at heart, so I parked Lorraine's plumber across the street from the cure course, man. I'm waiting. At 9 in the p.m. Mr. Killcores, much, much too old for her, came out the front door and flagged on a taxi. I made an illegal U-turn and followed. The trail ended across the Golden Gate Bridge in Marin County. It was a country club-type building on top of the hill overlooking the bay. A dead vessel son of an animal printing no gallows as a racket club. A racket has nothing to do with tennis. It came from two sorts. The moans and groans of the customers losing money at the rural outweighs and trap tables.

And the glad hand, the management threw it my quarry as I followed the man. What's the taste of the killcores? I'm trying to see you. Since when you go out of the dark. I thought a little nightlife might agree with me in the gullet. Oh, that sounds like you need to killcores. I didn't know you better. I think you was afraid to go out nice. Well, now I was thinking of buying this place for a tie-and-a-tip. But I figured it'd be cheaper to win it at your left table. What's your limit here? Thank you. But for you, why don't we just start? A hundred grand for a tie-and-a-tip? Well, any time they catch you with half money, Mr. Killcores. The more to the catch you, I tell you the chips myself. I didn't have to bother making myself inconspicuous. Everybody in the joint stop playing to watch Killcores roll his hundreds grand rolls through the cashiers when no one scooped up four facts of thousands buck chips. Oh, you spin that wheel. How much you got there? 25 grand, any objections? Is that OK, Mr. No-Gallis?

Spin it, Joe. I'm covering with the table, person. OK, sir. Around and around a little ball, go. 15 pay, 15 and the red. Very next time, Mr. Killcores. Why don't you double up play the red and the black? Say it, Mr. Killcores. I'll stay with the numbers. 50,000 on 15. Spin it. It's all here, Joe. I'm still covering. Well, it's your money, Mr. No-Gallis. Number four pay, number four and the red again. 25 grand, you're on 15. Look, Mr. Killcores. Go on. Enjoy yourself. Take it off your income tax. But please, spend those. Spray the mildly little air those chips, huh? It looks bad for the house. What kind of a joint is this? Can't you cover the bets? OK, Joe. He asked for it. OK, sir.

I didn't wait to see where the little ball went on the last bit of the wheel. A little bit of side bet that when he taked that Killcores wanted to lose 100 grand. I would also have made book you knew I was following him. I left the table and walked out of the club. I placed myself in what usually comes next. There would either be a dead body in the car or somebody would crease my noggin with a sap. But nothing happened. I switched on the headlatch and stood in the glare of him for fully a minute. But nobody even shot at me. I flushed the shrubbery. No gunman. Check the ignition wires. No booby traps. Driving back to town, I racked my brains in some way to bring them out into the open. I felt like a man with these life savings all on one number waiting for the wheel to stop spinning. Which wasn't far from the truth. Not much of a cliffhound, but the best we could do this week. The makers of Wildroot Cream Oil are presenting the weekly Sunday adventure of the National Hammond's famous private detective, Sam Spade.

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It's a big and very energizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so fire? Try them all only at my toes. And now back to the hot 100 grand cafer, tonight's adventure with Zam Spay. Black Nome! Yeah. Ah, this Mrs. Kilt Cross is apartment? Yeah. She here? Yeah. Well, can I come in? Yeah. Tommy? Yeah. Who is that, Mr. Fain? Yeah. Oh, this is a very catchy vibe I was telling you about, Tommy. Remember? Yeah. But so much like you?

Yeah. No. Oh, excuse me. This is my brother, Tommy Lane. Yeah, I mean... Tommy, won't you run down to the corner and buy me some cigarettes for about 20 minutes? I have something to talk over with Mr. Fain. Yeah. Nice boy, your brother. Small vocabulary, but big faith. Well, he's shy. Now, what did you find out about Mr. Kilt's... My husband, Mrs. Fade. He dropped a hundred grand in a gambling joint. Ernie no Gallus' racket club, you know what? No, but I know Ernie no Gallus. I knew him and Reel before I met Leonard. He lost his license there for running a crooked wheel. The way Kilt Cross was playing tonight, that wheel didn't have to be crooked. He was trying to lose that hundred grand. But why? Why would he do a thing like that? One of two reasons. Neither he's paying off the no Gallus, or he's paying off the somebody else, and no Gallus is the go-between. Well, I don't believe it. Ernie is a crooked gambler, but he doesn't touch blackmail. And your husband isn't stupid enough to drop a hundred grand in three turns of a wheel.

Anyway, I'm not tangled with him and... Or the Ernie no Gallus mob for a hundred bucks. That you're a money or anybody else's. Here, take it. Here are your car keys. No, no, no. Wait, please. You can't disres me now. Why not? Well, I haven't told you everything. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to. How about your brother? How do you know? The only place you get a green sun tan is in a polky. Besides, the ax can't stir crazy. It's not a little time and solitary, didn't he? He won't talk about it. But that's it, Sam. That's why Leonard is paying that blackmail money to no Gallus. You just said no Gallus wouldn't touch blackmail. Any other corrections you'd like to make in your coffee before we proceed? Yes. Well, I might as well tell you everything. Why not? I knew when I came to you this morning that my husband was paying this money to no Gallus. I knew because I asked him to. You and Ernie and Gallus are working together? I'm not that rotten. I didn't say you were, but you're a rotten liar. There's that much in your favor. But I'm telling the truth now, Sam. You must believe me. Everything that has happened is my fault. I persuaded no Gallus to give my brother a job in his place in Reno. They quarreled and when he got closed down he blamed Tommy.

He swore he'd kill him when he got out of prison. That's why I begged my husband to pay him to save Tommy's life. Who did write on the Gallus about that crooked wheel in Reno? I did. That's why I feel responsible. Leonard is so fine, so generous. But I can't let him go on paying for my mistake. Yeah, like you said, he's going to run out of money. Look at me, Sam. Do I look like the kind of a woman to whom money means everything in the world? No, but you're looking at me not at Kilt Course. You're laughing at me. Oh, I know what you think. Perhaps I did make a mistake in marrying Leonard, but he was so kind, so considerate, like my father. Everybody reminds you of your relevance. You don't believe my story. Well, I'll set you at. Not all life than here's the truth. I'm really Jack the Ripper's granddaughter. My parents were terribly wealthy. I harpooned my mother in her Beverly Hills swimming pool, set fire to my father with a $50,000 negotiable bond, and he looks with John Wilkes Booth. That brings us up to 1865. Shall I go on?

Don't stop. It's great. Oh, get out of here. Get out of here and leave me alone. After you've told me all your secrets, I'm not that rotten. You won't help me. You never intended to. Why go on torturing? Oh, no, stop it. Please, please. I believe. I believe all your stories. Now, uh, what is my next smart move? Them. The only way to stop Ernie No Gallows is to prove that he's running a crooked wheel. Let me pay back all that blackmail money. And he wouldn't dare lay our hand on Tommy. It's going to be hard to prove and expensive. I'll have to lose a little on that wheel before I can figure it out where it's rigged. How much can you invest? Well, I have about a thousand dollars of my own. With you? Yes. Here. You take it. Hmm. It's not life. Them. Yeah? Them, after all this is over and after I've put things to right with Lennox, I should have told him before this, but I owe him so much. I owe them. I'm so glad it's you.

Yeah. Me too, Angel. Go now, darling, before I beg you, not to. What time is it, John Clause? Well, when it runs all night, I think. Good. Let's stay up late and lay the ice box. The ship has got around the edge of the ribbon under it, leaves it right to money was on red so it was bound to turn up black. Have red face? What? Wait for me.

Wait for me. Make your game ready. Go around. Go around. The shift was spread around more than extra. And so I spacked 100 at the bottom of the 1 to 34 car. The crooked wheel, my 100 made it the best bet to lose. And 19 ends the red wins again. No! I point five other than a number five and wait in 17. And 17,500. I left my original bet on the table. When the little ball fell into the pocket, I was 35,000 bucks to the judge for my money. But not for my clients. I doubled my bet and looked apprehensively around. There were no surly characters edging up behind me. In fact, the only surly character in sight was Ernie Nagales and he looked happy. I didn't make much sense. When my bike roll got to 105,000, I played a hunch. I threw five grand of it back on the table in the order. That made a kind of sense. I cashed in the rest of my chips and squeezed 100 grand US credit into my inside pocket. If anybody aimed for my heart, it was taken up to stop the slide, which was some comfort.

But what I saw when I walked out to the parking lot was no comfort at all. I've gotten just a glimpse of it through some trees. Well, sedan, back into a driveway halfway down the hill. It was blacked out except for five glowing cigar ends that showed through the windows. I could think of only one reason for five cigars movers to be parking at the thick and the spot at that particular moment. The plymouth was where I had pocket pointing straight down the hill. I slammed the door but didn't get in. And I listened. The car down the hill was getting ready too. I cracked the door of the plymouth wide enough to get my arm inside and pressed the starter with a heel on my hand. I switched on the lights. The clutch was my left hand. I used my right to shift it in the low. And I pulled the hand throttle out all the way and let it go.

Walks the big idea busting into my office. We're going to have a talk, though, Gales. Please, don't wave that either at me. It makes me nervous. I don't like God. I don't know either. That's why I'm here. Put your hands on top of the desk and keep them there. All right. Give me back that roll. I give you clean money for it. With a gamble so I lost. Can you blame me? Where'd you get this money? I buy it. 50 cents on the dollar. I don't know. I scored a game from it. I read the paper. I figured it was that ship row that shipyard payroll job a few days back. Like it just fell in my lap. I figured it'd make 50 grand instead of kill course five. I guess that was dirty trick. You just out of sturt on me. I had news for you, Gales. I didn't know this money was hot. Now I'm not Tommy Lane. No. Then what? Private deck. Tommy's just a high. I had me to take the fall for him. Like I got most of the paper. Kill course one of the pay Tommy a hundred grand. You rigged the wheel so kill course it lose it one night and Tommy would win it back the next night. Now what was kill course paying him off for?

No. Keter, legitimate. He was sent up for bribing it, public of issue. You mean he was the pay off man for kill course his contracting for sure legitimate business. The grand jury went out after kill course. Tommy took the rub. That's all for it. Bright. Yeah. A hundred grand. Thanks, little Gales. That's all I needed. How was the fight? I might be too late. You are, sweetheart. I have so many things to explain. Where were you talking to? Right in here. Who's this man? That's your old sweetie from Reno or any Gales. Remember? That's the motto of you, Tully. Oh, Sam, I should have told you the truth in the beginning. Check. Well, Gales, Jan, I can understand. Why did you tell me you were killed because his wife? I was desperate. I had to say something. The only explanation I could think of for my interest in this case is I'm telling the truth. You were making a pigeon out of me. You don't know about such things. Sam, I know it. I'm here in time to warn you. You mustn't walk out of here with that money. This is it. And they kill you to get it back. They already did. They're calming the wreckage of that car right now looking for my body. Then Tommy was right. They did mean to kill him.

How do you get the rumble? Well, he was in prison from another man that killed course framed. He was in for life so it was safe for him to talk. Hey, you. Hey, Anna Gales. That car they just drove up. I think that's Mr. Kielkoff. What? What's your hurry? I don't have any time. Come on. What's your hurry? Tommy's out there in that cab. I've got to warn him. I tip off Kielkoff. Which is it? No, Sam. You've got to believe. Sit down. Stop that. You two have fun. I'm getting all of here. Go ahead. Now, I listen, sweet Lorraine. You may as well save your breath of those explanations. You're staying right here until the capers are all wrapped up. Here we come. Hi, I've got guns, Sam. Yeah. Well, you do better. Have it ready. But Sam. I know Gales. I want to see him. He was called out of town, sir. I'm in charge. You must have killed course. That's right. I want to know why you people have been interfering with my business. It might introduce you to know that this building sits on an old Spanish land grant. Titles very shaky. I'll run an eight-lein highway straight through the middle of it and turn the rest of it into a game preserve. That's what I do to people who double-cross me. I tried to tell Mr. Gales that, sir. He wouldn't listen to me. He tipped Tommy off for a split of a hundred grand.

But I knew sooner or later we'd have to answer the U. Mr. Kielkoff. Oh, what's that? Here's your hundred grand, sir. Count it. Sam. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. What's your name, Sam? Sam Spade, sir. I'm glad to meet an honest lad. Well, come along. Are you two young lady? We'll all walk out together. Sam, what are you doing? What? Spade, huh? Yes, sir. I'm a private detective. But I'm ambitious. Hmm. Politics? Yes, sir. Well, we'll run you for assembly. In the meantime, I believe there's an opening in one of the public services. Garbage disposal. A executive end, of course. Well, the devil is that man with my car. Oh, there he is. Are you drop out of my office in the morning? Thank you. I'm good night, Mr. Kielkoff. I drive a horse back to the village. Oh, Sam. How could you? Hmm? All those lies and just handing over the money like that. It wasn't yours. It wasn't Tommy's either, sweetheart. Get in. Tommy, are you all right? Yeah.

Travis crossed the bridge, Tommy. What do you mean? Yeah. Tommy. Yeah? Tommy, I'm afraid we'll have to do without the money. Yeah? Sam gave it to Mr. Kielkoff. Yeah? No, don't get excited, Tommy. I'm sure Sam had a reason. Didn't you, Sam? Yeah. I mean, that was Mark Money from a payroll job. Oh, then it won't do him any good. It'll send him up for a good long stretch at the eyewitness story that goes along with it is good enough. And you're just the girl to tell us, sweetheart. Am I right, Tommy? Yeah. Period, end of the report. Already? But Sam? Yeah. What happened? Who was the thoughtman and the car, the one who shot at that plimit and the mistaken beliefs that you were in it? Their names are of little account of. He suffice it to say that Kielkoff's pointed his pudgy finger at Vam in the hopes of keeping the charge of attempted murder out of his indictment. But I was too clever. I identified him. What Sam, you didn't see anything but there's the guys glowing in the darkness?

Have you never heard of Sherlock Holmes' monograph and the 49 varieties of the Beko-S you've told me? But Sam, Sherlock Holmes is only the segment of someone's imagination. He's a fictional detective. Well? You mean, oh, Sam, you're tired? Yes, I am. It's after your mind winning all that money. Are you just sitting here and rest? All right. Think of the snowy mountain top, blue skies. I just go and tighten up. Snowy mountain top, winter sports yet. And now, listen to this. If you haven't yet tried Wildrood Cremoyle, the famous haertonic that grooms your hair neatly and naturally, relieves dryness and removes loose dandruff, then here's a wonderful way to get acquainted. My Wildrood Cremoyle in the new 25-cent-size bottle at your drug or toilet goods counter. Also, ask your barber for a professional application of Wildrood Cremoyle haertonic. Again and again, the choice of men who put good grooming first.

Well, here it is, Sam. I'm not going to make any difference. But how did you guess that she wasn't Mrs. Kielkars? Simple. Kielkars didn't recognize it. But Sam, that was after you denounced her. I did know such thing. From the report, Sam and Black and White. Quote. Why did you tell me you were Kielkars' wife? I'm Quote. Is that going to assume that she was not Mrs. Lennon Kielkars? I did not. I merely wanted why she had told me. Well, with all the lies she told you might have assumed anything she said was, totally devoid of truth. And I did, sweetheart. I did. Oh, oh, well, that's a relief. I was afraid for a while she'd taken you in. What's that got to do with the truth? Good night, Sam. Good night, sweetheart. Good night, Sam. Good night, sweetheart. The adventures of Sam Spade, National Hammond's famous private detective,

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