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as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rogue's Gallery. A shampoo Don't dispare us your head, Save your hair up, Jan The f W. Fitch Company, makers of Pitchers, dandruf Remover shampoo and I Do You Hair Tonic presents Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rogues Gallery. Rogue speaking the Saturday Night, I'm going to spell behind you of Vogue caught me a while spending a week and the fee from my last case in zestful living at a summer hotel
which was so swanky that the help hardly spoke to the guests. For twenty five dollars a day, I had one of the fifty bungalows on the hotel ground, but thirty I could have had one with a window. Well, anyway, there was a girl up there, isn't there always. She was named Janice Cole, a sort of a social secretary to the hotel. She was about twenty eight. Her eyes were so big in blue they made you think of mountain lakes, and her hair was as black as a jealous rage.
She had a figure that made you think you'd seen her before in the swimsuit. Oh, she was real quality, much to my high blood pressure. She was engaged to a society playboy with a dollar for every sun tan in Florida, and his name was Clint Haye. There was dancing going on in the ballroom of the hotel, and Janie was dancing with Clint, but she was watching me. I thought I saw fear in her eyes. They finished their dance right in front of me. Well, I certain enjoyed that
exhibition. Clint cla'd you like a drug? Encing with janis as a wonderful way to spend an evening. I believe that. How about the next Jane, Oh I can't reach it. I don't feel very well. Oh yes, I think I'll go to my cabin cleant it. I have a terrible headache. I'm sorry to hear that, dear. Is there anything I can get for you? I've cut some asking. Oh no, I think I'll just lie down for a while. I'll be back as soon as I feel
a little more like enjoying the party. After Janus Cole left, I ducked clant and mingled with the crowd, fencing in an out of polite conversation and keeping up a gay front to cover the worry which was stampeding around in my mind. I couldn't forget the lost look in the eyes of Janus Cole, a look that was so full of fear and hopelessness that had haunted me. I decided, after sweating out thirty minutes of wondering why she was so frightened,
to drop by her bungalow and have a fatherly chat with her. I casually worked my way along a chain of conversations to the open door, and faded unapprusively out into the night. There was a light in Janus's bungalow. I walked rapidly toward it. The door was ajar. When I knocked on it, it swung open, and I saw Janus lying there, a red pool expanding on the navajo rug under her head. I took a few steps into the room. Oh, I was on the inside of a giant bell,
cleaning to the clapper with a strength of desperation. It swung through eternity like a giant pendulum, and at the end of every arc the universe was shattered by the sound of petollion. I couldn't stand the noise. I let go on the tremendous up sweep, and the cataputed through space at a terrifying, breathless speed. The ringing of the bell grew fainter and fainter, and then Oh, there was quiet. I drifted peacefully for a while and landed
as gently as a snowflake on a sparrow's wing. And I rested on claude A in the blackness of complete oblivion. Than you better come out of it, Oh, go away, you go. Oh, I'm sorry, Roy, You've got to get back on the ball. Are you gonna find your shop behind it? Come on now, Oh, you're gonna go away. I'm not well. I've been hurt. Thanks going on that you want to know about? Roy? I don't care. I'm on my vacation. You're in trouble, Rocky Bedrooble. Remember that girl? Yeah? Yeah, I
remember? Well, what are you going to do about em? Get away with it? Oh, I don't want to talk about it, Let me alone. Wow. Well, I guess you've been hit on the head once to off and Rocky most your nerve? Huh what do you mean, midget? Don't fight you. I've got plenty of fight left in me. What's going on down there? What are you going to go down and see? Rogie? Come on, I'll help you over the die. Okay, come on, give me a push, you go. Oh, you're a fine
alter ego and I'm proud of you. Over you go? Oh go. I dreaded opening my eyes because I remember that dead girl lying there, but I open them and last and when I didn't see made me think I'd lost my mind. Where the body had lain staining the navajo rug. There was a navajo rug, but no stain, and nobody. I wobbled to my feet. My knees were made of soup. I grabbed the bed for support and through my massive intellect into high There were strange things happening here, and
they were happening to me. I decided to stay mum and get back to the dance to see what I could discover from the behavior of the inmates. I took out my pocket comb, dressed my hair around the bump on my head so I wouldn't look like I had two wiped the bed and the door knob clean of my fingerprints, and looking much better than I felt, rejoined the party. Clint was talking with Nancy Bowman, another luscious lady on the hotel social stamp. Hello, I've been looking for you. Oh hi Clint.
Hello Nancy, Hello, where have you been? We're getting a little fresh air. How about this dance? Nancy? God, I promised? Clean? Oh, go ahead out in noble Janis should be coming back soon anyhow, well, all right then your arms, oh are you, my dear? Both of them are later clean? You don't answer that cleans are lucky man? Getting a girl like Janis. She's what the boys in the back room call a dish. I suppose Janis isn't lucky getting a man with
a million not my type. Now I don't have the million of them. Let's just been Oh, now that Janis has her millionaire, I'm not to get mine. Your girl's old friends. No, I've worked up here with the Summers for a couple of years. She's a grand girl. Everybody loves her. She's engaged with this, this creep of the millions. Yes, they're gonna be married in two weeks. Don't you ever read the newspaper? I guess it wasn't on the sport page. Probably not the way Janis stopped
him. It could have been ut all right, Frank, at that you heard you. I never give up beautiful ladies to strangers. You don't know, Frank, the lady's home companion that can be taken care of. Introduce me, Nancy, mister Rogue. This is Frank Pitts banda Jannis. Oh, glad to know you, mister Pits. Thank you, mister Rogue. Where is Janis? Anyway? She promised me some roombas tonight. Well she wasn't wasn't feeling very well. She went her bungalow to get a little rest.
You didn't sist. Don't cutting in unless you have some very fine arguments against it. Hell, I guess I haven't, Nancy. I hope I'll see you later. You will. This is a temporary thing. What happened to your dance? Rogue? A man cut in on me? No, that's Frank Pitts. It doesn't belong here, Rogue. It's all shoulders alone, money. I understand that he and Janis are old friends. That's right. Thank Pitts has been in love with Janis for years from the same time
back. He's kidding. Oh, he was the love of that too, desperately. But I don't feel sorry for him. He's not good enough for a girl like Janis. No, no claud a girl's entitled old friends. It seemed to be the jealous type. I used to be a little like that about Betty Callahan. I am not jealous, Rogue. Did hate to see a girl like Janets making a fool of herself over and no good like that Pitch. Since he arrived today, she's been moody and dejected. That's the way it is. Oh, that's the way it is. Huh.
You and Janet had a spat over the old plane. He did not. You're being most impolite, mister Rode. Janis and I are happened to be alone. Yes, there's a man outside. We'd like to talk with you for a minute. Why it's most important, mister Rode, please come with me. Okay, excuse me, clem you look a little upset. What's a matter? Oh it's horrible, man, I ask what you're talking about.
You know, I can't tell you, mister Rode, but in all my years and hotel management, this is the most terrible thing that's ever happened to me. Here he is mister Mills. Mister Mills is our district attorney. Mister Rogue. Oh, I'm glad that I mister Miles, we gotta do for you. You're Richard Rogue, the private investigator from Los Angeles. That's right away. I'd like to talk with you, mister Rogue about a murder. Oh yes, why sure, sure. Mister Mills. Always glad
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beauty or barber shop. Now back to Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rogue's gallery, my guilty conscience was calling me names and getting me bad advice. As I stole out of the ballroom with the d'a he had accused me of murder. I knew who was murdered. I've seen her in her bungalow. Dead. Janice cole Da was as quiet as a grave during that walk, and not a bit more cheerful. I made a couple of abortive attempts at conversation, but I might as well have been talking to a totten
pole. I couldn't understand why he was heading for my bungalow until he opened the door and I saw Janis lying there on that blood stained not a whole rug, just as I had seen her a half hour before in her own bungalow. I tried to say something, but the words couldn't get by the lump in my throat. I just stood there, my mouth hanging open and my stomach frozen, and the hangman's not I could feel the day's eyes boring into the back of my head. Well, Rogue why'd you do it?
Why didn't I didn't kill her? Had he explained the fact that she was killed here in your cabin? If she wasn't, I? Look, rogue, you'd better organize yourself. Huh. You're supposed to be a smart investigator. Give me a gun. I haven't got it on me. It's in that drawer there. Yeah, we found that one. This girl was shot to death with a twenty five automatic and the crench on it. We gotta take your for comparison. Am I on a suspicion for this murder? At
the moment? That's all you're under it. I finally hope you'll be under arrest for it the next half hour. Oh, you do mills and a homicide. You usually have to have a motive. What's that? Why are you waving those newspaper clippings in my face? What are they as the motive? You were blackmailing miss Cole? Rogue? We found these clippings in your briefcase. What do you mean I was blackmailing Earth? I didn't even know
are now? Look, Rogue, you're smarter than that. There's a whole envelope full of clippings covering miss Cole's trial for the murder of her first husband back in for Saic, New Jersey. Her name was Jane Sherman then, and she was released for lack of evidence. Remember the trial, of course, I do poisoning. Do you found out that this Jane Sherman now known as Janice Cole was all set to marry a million dollars and you've been blackmailing? Oh? I don't know anything about it. I tell you, I
don't know how those clippings got into my briefcase. It must have been planted there when I was knocked out in Janis's bungalow. It's a switch rogue. You were knocked out in her glory went h Look Mills, I know this whole thing is going to sound fantastic, but I want to tell you the whole story. I came up here on my vacation. I never saw Janice Cole or whatever her name was before to night. Disbelief walked across the DA's face as I unspun the web of circumstances which tied me into this murder.
As I listened to my own story, I knew I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't been there. I showed him the bump on my noggin. He just nodded. I talked on, and as I talked, I realized that I was acting like every murderer I'd ever questioned. I know. My face was red, my eyes were shifting as I bobb eat my brain and trying to think of some circumstance which would at least give me the benefit of a reasonable doubt. Finally I stopped talking. He took my fingerprints and we
went to Janice Cole's bungalow. There I got my first break. All right, rogue, Now where was the buddy lying when you first? Right here? Right here? Come on, look look here, Look on at this rug. Blood on the floor where it's seeped through the rug that's now in my bungalow. Do you see it? Yeah? Blood? All right, all right, that's the first thing that's made sen since we got together.
I suppose there is an outside chance that somebody's trying to frame you. Enough of a chance saw a conviction would be hard to get, mister da Look, you'll know me. I've got a little standing in my professional, little substance. Give me twenty four hours to get this thing hung around the right man's neck. All right, I don't have you locked up tonight. Will you try and have the right man for me in the morning, I'll have
him. Now tell me who knows about the murder. Well, the maid who wanted in your cutage to turn your bed down for the night, and the manager, though I've told him both to keep quiet until I get in the go ahead to talk. Then none of the guests know about it. Yet it kept the killer. That's right as far as I know. Okay, okay, Now you keep it that windled morning and I'll come up with a guilty man for you. Big talk. I had been framed with loving
care, like a sweethearts picture. The DA shoved off to take care of the grizzly details of moving the body from its temporary resting place on my bungalow floor, and I started shaking Janie Cole's bungalow down. There were particles of curved glass on the floor near where the body had been lying. I picked him up carefully and fitted the larger pieces together. They could only have been the crystal of a small square wrist watch. It might be the clue to
the killer. I went back to the main hotel building. The Saturday night party was still going strong. I rejoined the merry throng and looked for Frank. He seemed to me to be the logical suspect. He was from Janis Col's hometown. He would have known about her trial for murder. I found him talking with Nancy in a corner. He had on a large round wristwise, Nancy's watch was a dainty diamond and ruby affair, small and oblong. I have not I just why you disappointed? I wanted to get rid of
brains that. Wow, this is a good time, is it, Amy? I have the next one? You may have all the rest of the movie life. Where what's about? At you? You have a pencil? Look, bar was just trying to figure something out. I was supposed to have a dance with you at nine o'clock? Where were you? I was here. I got here just at nine, didn't I? Friend, you don't try to prove anything by me, baby, I don't know. At nine o'clock I was having a drink with Clint Hayes in my bungalow. Well,
it goes your alibi and Nancy, you weren't here, alibi? Why would I need an alibi? I was here, you weren't. I looked all over for you. No, let's not argue about it. It's out the next one. Huh. I'll be right back. Okay, no trip now all right, Clint? Why oh, how come you're sitting this one? Not? Oh? I am hello, r I'm sorry I started you. I was just in a deep fuck. Nancy, come back in. No, Nancy, I just changed her name there, if you don't mind.
I'm kind of worried about her. Well, she's subject to headaches like this, pook kid. Maybe you'd better run over and have a talk with her. Huh. I hate to bother when she's feeling bad. Look, Clant, just to settle a little argument, are you and Frank Pitts having a drink in his bungalow at nine o'clock? Yes, a matter of fact, we were. How do you know that? He just told me that's a silly little argument. I was. Janni would hurry back in time for
the last dance. At least. Clant Hay has had on a large square wrist watch, and he and Frank had unbreakable alibib. Nancy had none. They were my three prime suspects, and it looked to me like Nancy was about to be elected. I was sitting there and looking for Nancy and carrying on a pointless discussion on headaches there causing cure with Clant when Nancy came running over. Come on, Clant, you too, Richard. We're all going down to the pool for a moonlike dip. And I don't think I wanted
to Nancy. Oh, come on, it's because Janie is feeling rocky. Den. There's no reason for you to be grumpy. Come on, Richard, get your swim trunks and give the girls a tree. All right, all right, I'm in Come on, Clant, a little depity'd all. Come on, Clant might as well. Clant. Sounds like a good idea. Yes, Richard and Clint are crazy about the idea, aren't you. Oh okay, I'll join you for a while. Nice man, Clant, hurry up now see it's the pool. We'll continue our story in just a
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Fitch f I th Fitches Dandroof remover shampoo. Then use Fitches regularly to keep your wave looking lovely. I'll back to Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rose Gallery my performance in the pool that night may Nero's fiddle Solow when the light of a burning room seemed like the height of propriety. Here was Richard the fall guy Rogue, swimming and laughing with Frank, Clint and Nancy, a bunch of murder suspects a matter of hours before the law put a
pair of stylishly playing bracelets on me and claimed me for its own. If I hadn't solved the murder of Janis Cole, but there was method in my madness. That swim gave me the information I wanted. In fact, it gave me the murderer. I left before the swimming party broke up and went to one of the guest bungalows. An open window made the job of getting in as easy as falling in love. I thound of what I was looking for in a chest of drawers. Then I sat down and waited for my
victim to come in and turn on the lights. Rugue, what are you doing here waiting to talk of you about a murder? Clint? Shut the door, Come in and sit on, Clint. I want to know all about what happened to Janie Dennis. Something's happen to Genis. Yes, Janison don't actually Innison? Well do you know about her murder? I didn't kill it. What makes you think I killed her? I didn't say you killed her, but I'm sure you know something about it. You know you shouldn't
get involved in murdered Clant, it's too complicated. You're just talking rug. You killed her. You were blackmailer when you killed her. No, No, Clant, you weren't supposed to know anything about that. In fact, you couldn't have known anything about it unless you were the guy who framed me so nicely. I'm a little mad at you for that. You know, I'm going to get a confession of that murder out of you somewhere or other. And do you feel like talking? You do? I have to beat
it out of here? That makes you think I did it? Rud? Take off? Take off your wristwatch. Yeah, now look at your wrist right. You see that small square of white skin where you used to wear your small square wristwatch. That was the giveaway, Clint. You see this watch here, the one I found hidden out of the shirts and the chester drawers. There the crystal's broken Clint, that was broken in the struggle with
Janiston I just before you out here. Broken glass was found on the floor of the cabin right where the body was before you moved it to mine. How do you feel anymore like talking? Clint? Why did you kill her. I didn't kill her. I didn't kill her. I got until morning for you to start talking, and I've got more socks in a ten story laundry. Letn't know when you want to start singing. You don't know what happened in that room, And you're gonna tell me I didn't kill her.
I didn't. I swear I didn't. Rogue. I was there, Sure I was there. But you didn't kill her? Who did? I can't tell you. I come on, Clint, you're not smart enough to work out that frame on me. Who was in this with you? I wouldn't answer that if I were. You drop the gun, Roge. Oh oh, hello, Frank, you're mixed up in this too. Huh wow. Maybe we can arrange a double execution. I didn't tell him anything. I
didn't tell a thing. I know it. I was listening, sure sure that due to you were the brains of this deal, weren't you, Frank? It's pretty obvious that that quivering mess over there wasn't, isn't it? Good thing? I was keeping my eye on him to night. You see, Rogue, When he opened the door and turned on the lights, I saw you sitting there, and that's why I came in the back way for the parade, that Clint would talk too much. You think of everything,
don't you try? What are we gonna do now, Frank? This this rogue he he knows I was there when Janus was murdered, knows you were there. Well, you might just as well know that you shot her? Then? Uh you did you know what? It was? An accident? Was it? I'll decide that forgetting me Fellas. Oh no, no, we're not forgetting you, mister rogue. It really doesn't make any difference who killed Janis as long as you disappear with all the evidence pointing to the fact
that you did it. No, no, no, Frank, I want any more killing you. Shut up. I'm handling this affair. I'm going to keep you out of the gas chamber. Clint, if you'll just shut up and do as I tell you, take Rogue's necktie off and tie his hands. We're gonna knock him off and throw him over a canyon. We're'll never be found. Ah, well, I might as well take a crack out of Give me that gun. Grab him, Clint, grab him? Well, oh thanks, Clare, very handy with that chair. How come
you hit him? I couldn't. I couldn't let him. I just couldn't. All right, all right, take his necktie off and tie his hands with it. We're gonna take him for a ride down to see the district attorney. I killed her, got killed Janis, But it was an accident. I sweat with an accident. You'll have a dandy chance to explain that to Jorry. Clint. Nah, come here, I've I've got something for you that's helping to frame me. Oh brother, is that da gonna love
me? Well? That was the end of the cave. Frank had been blackmailing Nancy Janis Cole ever since her engagement a wealthy playboy Clint Hayes was announced, and that night, when Frank went to Janis's cabin, Clint followed him. When Clint arrived on the scene, jealousy took over. Frank grew a gun and Clint jumped him. In the struggle which followed, Janis was shot while the gun was in clint hand. Helpful, the Q scared plant at the murder and talked me and talked to him. In the framing need,
Frank saw lovely visions of many happy years of blackmailing a millionaire. That broken watch crystal was the only thing that kept the frame from working. So I get my brains beat out. I put the arm on a killer and blackmailer. My vacation is broken up like a drop light bulb, and I didn't make a dime. Oh well, let's face it. If I hadn't been so clever, I'd be doing a life sentence instead of Clinton. Frank, I would like that. No, I've heard. I've heard that stone walls
do not a prison make, nor iron iron bars a cave. But it's hard to illustrate the truth of that old saw to a guy who's behind the
farmer looking through the latter. You know what I mean. This is dick mushmouth power again, Ladies and gentlemen, hope you enjoyed our story Tonight, Ray Buffon wroughte it Leith Stevens composed and conducted the music in d Engelbach produced and directed Be with Us Again Next Sunday, will you we have a story for you about a doctor, a dentist, and a mightily old lady who comes up dead. We call it where there's a will, there's a murder.
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now. This was fifty six straight weeks, and it'd be sixty seven straight weeks before that was done, which of course other radio detectives did. But he was also knowing a lot of film work, so this might be why he waited a few years to come back to radio and do Richard Diamond. Well, this is actually our second to last episode of Rogues Gallery with Dick
Pye. We have two additional episodes these from actors who took on the roles later, but it'll be all for Dick Pile next week and then coming in four weeks is Kendy Madson and you'll definitely want to be listening for that. Well, I do want to remind you that we do have other old time radio podcast available. There's the Old Time Dragnet Show at Radio Dragnet dot com, the Old Time Radio Superman at a Laser and Sword dot com. But that will do it for this week. If you have a comment, center
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