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Richard Rogue in Rogues Gallery. Rog speaking business was booming like California real estate, and I was lending my magnificent talents for about a half a dozen different investigations. On this day I'm going to tell you about. I was as happy as a catnic canary cage. On my way back from lunch, I stopped at the cigar stand in the lobby of my building to buy a packet
of cigarettes. Herb Hind, the character who owns and operates that cough emporium when he's not playing Jen Ronnie with me and cheating, gave me a big win. Herb's a little guy who was at all times conversant with a score, who is playing and whether the game is fixed or not. He's slightly bigger than the fox, twice as smart, and that balding gray head it
is, contains more pertinent knowledge than you're nearest library. When he slyly closed his left optic and justice slyly opened it again, I bent by many torso over the counter and gave him my undivided attention. He rogue, Hey, you got company, Rogui big stuff. Yeah, yeah, somebody wedding in the office. Yeah, a couple of million bucks waiting up there. Angela Mullins, Angela Mullins, yehead, that's right at Rachel whistle from anyone.
She's got ten year door Roguie's money and she's looking for a private investigator. Something's up. But look after you shake hands with her. Be sure to count your fingers. Yeah, I stand. She throws a door round like an armless a woman. Yeah, she ain't had it a cool movie. And when her husband kicked the bucket and she's running up to devil now by sharp dudes. You know, I understand she killed a husband with her meanness.
Wouldn't even give enough to eat. She's got a niece and a nephew, her only liver relative Niche lives with her nephews, married and lives in San Francisco. She won't give either of them a dime. Meanest woman in the world. She's sixty. Don't you got her? How do you know all these things? What have you been doing making a study of the old girl? Just in case she ever dropped in to talk with me? You know how how the rugging Wanting a place like this, you get all the
gossip her. If you're the poor man's winshield, you store it up information like a squirrel store is up nuts. Ye oh no, no, no, what you see. I'm just a dummy. I wouldn't be running a little stand like this. I'd have a big one, big you know, in a better building. Now, how about some jin running in my appipement. Tonight, goat shore short, I'll be over at nine. I'll admit that I was running a high fever in my curiosity department during the elevator ride,
which whisked me toward my interview with Angela Mullins. The old lady was a legend in my town. She was a rascible, mean, miserly, and cruel. She drove the only remaining electric car in the world and drove it wide open, right through the heaviest traffic. She had a sea bag full of residence mortgages and took great personal delight in foreclosing them. Grand girl.
She was waiting in my outer office, black bonnet tied under her chin, black alpocket dress, shanny with age, low heeled button shoes, and gimlet eyes. You're Richard Rome, the Investigator. Yes, you don't look as smart as the newspaper stories about your sound. Well, I'm quite a bit brighter than I look, I hope. So you know who I am. Yes, of course, of course you're missus Angela Mullin. Yes, right, I school. You think I'm a little crazy, most people do.
Do you think I'm a miserly old head? You know? I hardly ever think about it. Sit down, please, missus mullins, I will. I want to talk with you, rogue, but first I want to know what your charges are. One depends on the case. You tell me what you want me to do, and I'll name my price. If you want me badly enough, you'll pay it. If you don't, I've I've lost nothing but time. Now what do you want me to do, young man? I've done business with people like you for over half a century.
I don't tell my problems until I get a price. I've got great respect for the sanctity of womanhood and for old age, so I'm not going to ask you to leave until you're arrested. If you're as clever as you think you are, you can accomplish what I want you to do in twenty four hours only your charge. It's for twenty four hours, depends on the work. It's as simple as you say it is. It'll cause you go five hundred dollars for the first twenty four hours. I've hundred dollars. I'll take
it, mister rogue. I want you to find out who it was who stole my will, stole your will? Yes, a few weeks ago, I was supposed to die a half with a doctor who's been taking care of me for many years told me I was going to die. My relatives had a great celebration, I suppose I for them, though I lived. Yes, I say you did. Why are you supposed to die of my heart? I'm supposed to have a bad heart. I's as strong and steady as yours. I feels fine, but that food doctor keeps warning me to take
care of myself, trying to make an invalid of me. Mister Ogue. Look, if you had a heart attack two weeks ago, shouldn't you be home in bed. I came down to see my dentist. He's here in your building. I had a two following mean that was my excuse for getting out of a house without my spying meat, knowing I was coming down to you. Somebody stole my will, mister rogue, and if I died to
day, I would die intestate. My money would all go to my only living relatives, a niece whom I loathe and a nephew whom I detest. Now tomorrow I'm going to see my lawyer and write another one, just like the one which was stolen. I see with what disposition to the will make of your state? I left five thousand to each of those helpless little fools, and all the rest to a missionary society. You think it was either your niece or your nephew who stole the will? Who else would have any
interest in it? I kept it in a strong box under my bed. It's gone now, strong box. And all ah, here's your five hundred dollars. Whoever stole that will expect me to die. They were disappointed the last time, mister Roge, and now I don't know what they'll do next. All right, all right, now, Now your nephew lives in San Francisco, doesn't he? Yes? How did you know that? Oh? I'm an investigator. I try to keep informed of everything. Was your nephew
in town at the time the world disappeared? He was? He was by my bedside, waiting for me to die and arguing with me. I thave your partner, mister Rogue, Angela, you should be at home in bed. I told you that when you left my office, and I told you I wasn't gone there until I took care of some business. Sam This is my dentist, mister Rogue. Samuel Hall oh, yes, we've passed the lobby several times. Sure if you elevators, how are you doctohol K?
Thank you, Angela. I want you to go right, Sam. If you don't stop ordering me around telling you for your own good go home now. I'll see you there to night. And if that new crown anstall gives you an remember this, mister rogue. Our discussion has been strictly private. Now she'll help me out of this chair. I go home, of course, yes, I'll see you both need to talk this evening at my home.
I'll be there at five hundred dollars check in my pocket did its best to pay for the depression I felt that afternoon, and it came in second. I didn't like Angela Mullins. I called up some of the old timers around the banks and the newspapers in town to put the bite on them for some information about the old girl. And the best any of them could say for her was that she had been the best speller in the third grade.
Evidently she'd done nothing decent since my conscience told me to give back to five bills and bow out of the case. Five hundred dollars is a lot of money. But I have to shave every morning, and when I shave, I have to look at myself. So I decided to turn the case down. When I arrived in front of the dilapidated old mansion where Angela Mullins lived and counted her money, there were two other cars in the driveway. One was an old model coop with the ear marks of hard use. The other
was a shiny sedan with the insignia of a doctor on it. It was just eight o'clock as I went up the creaky steps across the porch and knocked with the old fashioned knocker. Hello, mister Rope, I'm afraid we're too late. What you mean we're too late? Doctor Hall, I'm right on time. We're too late, mister Rope. Angela had a heart attack at six o'clock. She's dead. We'll continue our story in just the moment. First. Sometimes after we've talked about pitch shampoo, some one will remark,
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back to Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue. In Rogue's gallery, Angela Mullins was dead. Whoever had lifted that strong box containing her well from under her bed had made millionaires of the only two living relatives the old lady left behind. I had accepted a five hundred dollar fee for finding out who the strong box lester? While when I walked into the house, the nephew, Paul Warner, the niece Claire Mullins, and doctor Hall, the dentists were
there. Paul and Claire were in the living room when doctor Hall ushered me in. Claire was as stunning as a blackjack behind the year and was the lyrics to every love song. She was sitting in a big old fashioned chair crying. Paul was standing in front of the fireplace, his rugged face caricatured into a sad scowl. Doctor Hall introduced me, Claire, this is Richard Rope, private investigator Fair Mullins. Mister Rope, how do you do?
Hello? And this is Paul Warner, mister Rope and graather than your Warner, I asked. Doctor Stevens is still upstairs, mister Rope, He'll be here in a moment. I suppose may I squat your businesses here at this time, mister Rome with your aunt's commissioned me as afternoon to do a job for she doesn't need any jobs done for now she's dead. Yes, I know, I'm sorry, You're sorry. I'm not. Oh, don't say that. After all, she was your mother's sister. I'm sorry, Claire,
but I can't be hypocritical. The only reason I'm sorry she's dead is I wanted to talk with her to night. I wanted to try again to borrow some money from her. And don't worry about that, Paul, I can help you out with the amount you want. Mister rogue, I think you've got to conduct some other times. Your aunt's death doesn't in my job for her, miss What do you mean though, I still have to find out who stole her will from under her bed when she had her last heart
attack. Her will, Yeah, she came to see me about that afternoon. He'll means something has happened to that will, the one that left everything to that mission into better someplace. Has she written another will? No? No, not that I know. She said she was going to make a new one tomorrow. Do you know anything about the missing will, mister Warner? No, are you accusing me of this death? Rogue? I'm not accusing anybody at the moment. But there were only two people in the world
who stood the wind by the disappearance of that world. I don't understand what you mean, mister him. If your aunt died without leaving a will. Her estate will be divided between her living heirs. That's you and Warner. Eh, that's right, Claire, ha ha, we're rich Oh, mister Rogue, I don't think this respect the change to discuss the affair of the missing wills. I would like to talk to the doctor on the case. Who excuse me? Please? Why do you want to talk to doctor Stephens
Robe? Because I think under the circumstances that he should be very sure the death was caused by unaided heart failure. Before he signed that death certificate. Missus Mullins was afraid of an attempt on her live. Do you think one of us murgertives for money? It's been done before. I'm not saying it was done this time, but I think there should be an autopsy to protect
the heirs from suspicion. As long as neither you had anything to do with your ram's death, I'm sure you'll agree that such a procedure is for your protection. I here to talk of an autoptsey in here. Oh you're doctor Stevens. Yes, this is Richard Rogue, the private investigator, Doctor Stevens. Oh, yes, mister Rogue. Could I help you in any way? I'm working for the late Missus Mullins. Doctor, you are you positive that her death was due to a heart attack? Are you questioning my knowledge
of my profession, mister Rouge, I'm merely asking you a question. Doctor. Under the circumstances surrounding the death of Missus Mullins, there is a possibility of murder. I'm sure you wouldn't care to assist a murderer, murderer when I certainly would not. You think Missus Mullins was murdered, Oh, I think it's possible. I am going to tell the facts that I know them
to the police, and I also am going to suggest an outipsey. That's a lot of foolishness, mister Rogue, and I shall so inform the police. You're willing to say that only a heart failure could have caused Missus mullins death, mister Rogue, my diagnosis is heart failure. Good day. I left and called Urban from the nearest drug store and gave him a quick pitch on the case. He owed and add a little bit and finally decided he'd
talked with the commissioner about an eugipsy. I remembered my jen rummy date with herb hide, so I told Urban to call me home later that night. I didn't get the call. When I got home, somebody was waiting for me. I opened the door. Oh oh, and the world caved in. I fell into a great void. I fell and fell and fell into a blackness so heavy it felt like velvet against my skin. I fell for centering before the blast hit, and the blackness was shattered with a zig zagging
red, blue and yellow lights. And I was picked up in a blast so strong that it shot me up into the heavens of the steam faster than light. I opened my eyes and saw a cloud age my home away from home. I called you, Gord, you gor, you Gorn. I'm I'm coming. Oh you go. Somebody hit me. You're making another statement. That's not like you, Chief. Somebody beat your brains out. Oh it's so good to be here on cloudy. It's so peaceful, And if you'd shut up, it'd be so quiet. You won't wait tonight. I
thought maybe you were going to get by without coming up. Oh no, no, who hit me? You know somebody did cheat me. Now you got to get to work. You gotta get back downstairs. Oh, don't mention it. I'm staying up here a good long time. I'm kind of sick. You won't feel any better until you get downstairs, Rogy. Now come on over the side with you. No, no, you go stop hanging on cheeping. You've got those best You have to go back downstairs. Well I'm int stick. Oh no, over you go open the side,
so long, Rogy. Okay, hey, rog For the love of Mike, Rogie, Oh what do you want, Rogi? It's half high? Remember Jean Rummy day? Oh oh it's you out high her? Fine? Fine, And what's the matter, Rogie? What happened to you? Well? Isn't that pretty obvious? Yeah? Yeah, sure is here. Take a drink of this water. No, get me a get me a brandy some over there in that cattle shut. Can you see now? Of course I can see. What have I got to look at? There's a note
here? Yeah? Oh, I mean have it, Rogie. Somebody wants to get Rideo huhm of it. It just says get out of town. Oh, it's not even signed all tont go, devil. Somebody was looking for something. Ho do you suppose to wich? Roki? Who knows? Who knows? There are plenty of people who would like to see me move out of town. Get Urban on the phone. Will you tell him to come over here? Sure? Sure, I'll get him right away. Every nerve in my head was doing the Highland fling of the tune of the anvil
course was. I lay there and tried to figure out who it was that slipped me that lead pipe sleeping pill. I was working on a half dozen cases, and I didn't know which one of them had enough dynamite even to cause the man herb hide. Called Urban. We sat there and played gen Rome until Urban arrived. A part of my mind, which was still working, was on my troubles, and Herbs was on the cards. I was three seventy behind when the door opened and Urban walked in. Well what happened?
Oh? Oh, what our question? Somebody here among the head Yeah, that's right. Kind of shook the place down a little too, didn't I? Roggie? Yeah, but you know all the cases I'm mixed up in at the moment where am I near enough to pinch to cause somebody to bend the plumbing over my head? Well we ordered that. Oudipsey and Angela Mullins, As you asked us to a Mullins, she said, what did you find u urban It was a good chip roguie. She'd been fed enough
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suspicion of my subconscious. As soon as I had heard of her death, herb Hide had come over to play Jen Rami and remained to put my head back on after some character unknown and knocked it off. Was delighted to find himself in the middle of a murder investigation. Urban gave me all the dope and words of one syllable. She was poisoned with cyanine. That's all there is to it. It was fed to her some way, and she died in a matter of minutes of what looked like heart failure. How did you
know it wasn't a heart attack, Roguy? What made you so smart? Well? Angela Mullins was up to see me this afternoon. She was expecting an attempt on her life. Yes, she wasn't disappointed. Washing Now I only lost a client, rogie. Did you get your dough in advanceage? Yes, and I'm going to keep run on the job. Who do you think did it? Urban? There are only two suspects in the case. I've talked to both of them. That he's the nephew. That's right on
the h had plenty of motive. Yeah, what do you know about it? Well, I know the old lady's will was missing, and I know they'll divide the estate between them. That the will isn't found. A couple of million dollars is a great motive for murder. Yeah, it's a nice price. You managed to break it down yet, Urban, No, they both were they didn't have anything to do with it. No, that's a fairly normal reaction. Yeah, shot, thank you can get an indictment that
they a's thinking it over. One of them did the job, all right. They were the only two people around when the old lady died. And this cionide takes less than a minute to be effective. We got an open and shut case against one of them. I think I'll take a run over the Mullin's house. So see a little Urban, mister rogue, I didn't poison her. I want you to know that you might as well face it. Claire sanide. That's a poison that you found your aunt had died of.
It is one of the fastest acting poisons. And on. There was nobody in the house but you and water at the time, was there No, There was just the three of us here. Paul and I were sitting downstairs here, and Antie had just gone up to lie down for a while. Next thing we knew she was dying. Well, let me look around a little bit. Where did you aunt keep her important papers? Really important once she kept in that strong box under her bed. The strong box at
the wheel was in. The police have been over the house. It isn't here. Did you have a desk? Yes, it's in her office to study upstairs, studies upstairs, But you won't find anything there, really, mister Rogue, I wish you'd go. The police are taking care of everything. I want to take a look through that desk, Claire. Oh, now, look, don't clad up and cry at me. I'm just trying to help you. That's all. I didn't do it, Oh, mister
rogue. I wish there's something about a beautiful girl's tears that turns my iron will to sugar and melts my good intention away like snow in the sunshine. I comforted Claire for a while, all the time wondering whether or not I was getting all that fine philosophy away to a murderous and then I went to work. I calmed that house like a head of hair, and I didn't find the wheel, but I did find some payders, a letter written on
distinctive stationary. A little buzz I get in my sort of plexus told me that I've solved that letter. And that interview with Angela Mullins in my office added up to a pointing finger, which I followed right out of the house. I was on the trail of the missing strong box. I called Urban, gave him a hot tip on murder, then went to work. When I arrived at my destination, no one was home, so I let myself into a basement window. I went to work like I only had five minutes
to live. I started in on the top floor and hurricaned my way back into the basement before I found what I was looking for, the missing strong box with the name Angela Mullins stenciled on its lid. I put it under my arm and walked up the stairs with it. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw him standing there with a gun in his hand. Hello, mister Rope. Oh hello, doctor Hall. I see you've found it. Yes, you're a little bit too sure yourself, Doctor, Yes,
I can see now that very well. Where did I slip up? Rogue? I found a letter of MWe to missus Mullins, a letter about a fifty thousand dollar notes you was pressing you for, yes or Doc? You'd carelessly written that letter on the same station there you'd use to write me a note, the one you left in my apartment telling me to leave Tom when you batted my brains out. Remember, yes, how unfortunate you know. Rogue killing is like lying one leads to another. What God is he going
to do? You to kill me? You're the only person who even suspects me of murdering Angela. I tore up the note, and incidentally, I also tore up the wheel. There's absolutely nothing now to tie me into this murder rogue except you. Look, Doc, Doc, you'll never get away with this. No, no, no, you He'll never get me alive. Well, I guess I'll have to well rogue. Guess we got here too late. I'd say, you got it just in time. There's your murder. Yeah, we check that information you gave us, rogue, And
what did you find? Doctor Hall was the killer, very clever job. He put enough to sign I had to kill a horse into a little gelatine capsule, and then he put the capsule in the crown on Missus Mullins's tooth. Oh brother, And when the capsule melted, the snide hit the bloodstream. Oh Urban, what would you do without me? Well that was the end of that case. When the doorbell rang, Dot got rattled and I
knocked him cold. Urban was very proud of me. Doctor Hall admitted he'd put the capsule full of cyanide and the gold crown he'd made for Angelo Mullins. She had been pressing him for payment of a fifty thousand dollars note, which he couldn't pay. He was executed. The will was never found. Claire and Paul got the old ladiest money, but they did very handsomely by me for getting them off the hook. And I spent the money and pursued better. Callahan. She was playing hard to get in those days, but
I wore down case of mouse catching the mouse trap. You know what I mean. This is Dick Powell again, Ladies and gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed our story tonight. Ray Buffam wrote it, Leith Stevens composed and conducted the music, and the Anglebach produced and directed. Be with us again next week, will you We have a story for you entitled and the sun shines to the roofe sits on the skies of past. Thanks for listening, and now here's Jim Doyle. Listen again next week at this same time to hear
Dick Powell as private investigator Richard Rogue in Rogue's gallery. And by the way, Dick will soon be seen in his newest Columbia picture Johnny o'clock. A while then a song. Be your style you Stitch Sam Fool despair, use your head, save your hair. Use Stitch sham pool after and between Fitch shampoos. You can keep your hair shining and manageable by using a few drops of Fitch's Ideal hair tonic every day. Fitch's Ideal Hair Tonic is not sticky
or greasy, yet it gives your hair that well groomed look. Welcome Mac the solution to this case seemed a little bit familiar to me because I saw a nineteen ninety Colombo movie Uneasy Lies the Crown, where the exact same method of murder was used, But that was written by Stephen Bacco, who was three years older than when this aired. So probably more case of great minds, I think, alike, than any sort of actual borrowing. And this
is our last episode of Rogue's Gallery with Dick Powell. I should say we're not completely done with mister Powell. He'll be in some other series and specials, including and most notably Richard Diamon. And there were ten more weeks in the Rogues Gallery summer season before Powell left the show to focus on his movie career for a few years and would not return to being a radio detective for about three years. But there were attempts to have Rogues Gallery without Powell,
and we'll see how that works next week and the week afterwards. One of the interesting technological changes I found was when Rogue mentioned her having an electric car, being the only one who still had an electric car. We think the Chevy volt is something I knew all right well. Listener comments from podcast Alley phil In West Virginia says, please accept my thanks for providing these podcasts five days a week. Well, thank you, Phil, I appreciate your support.
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