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Most of this took place because you can lead a horse to water and sometimes you can make
him drink, but you can never make him win a race.
I learned that from a horse named Mosquito down at Tropical Park.
I was in New York and things weren't easy.
The private detective business had gone flat out in a glass of beer in a boiler room.
I needed to borrow money, but the only place I could get it from was a girl named Laura
Lee.
I'd been going with her before I got hit by that monsoon at the $2 window, and I'd
marry her if she could shake a father with five million bucks and a big stick.
Anyway, I scratched together a little dough and I'd sit in my office brooding about how
crime doesn't pay.
It didn't help anyone Laura took an office across the hall and called herself a private
detective with five million bucks you can afford to play games.
But after that things went from bad to worse.
And then last week, Thursday, I noticed in the paper Mosquito was running at Jamaica.
I picked up the phone to call a bookie joint run by a guy named Joey Gault and that's how
it started.
Hello?
Let me talk to Joey Gault, I got a bet.
He can't talk now.
It's only going to take a minute.
Why you want him for?
I told you I want to make a bet.
Just a minute.
Hello?
Joey, you know that horse Mosquito?
Hold it mister, this ain't Joey Gault.
Look, if I wanted to talk to everybody in town, I'd rent a subway.
Let me talk to Gault.
Who is this?
Chris Draper.
I want to give Joey a bet.
He's not taking any more bets.
What do you mean?
I got the right thing at Jamaica.
What do you mean he's not taking any more bets?
I mean it the way it sounds Draper, Joey Gault isn't taking any more bets.
I should have known that.
I'm not going to let you get away with this.
I'm going to get away with this.
I should have known then, but I'm the kind of a guy that finds out about an earthquake
when the repair squad arrives.
If Joey Gault wouldn't take my bet, somebody would.
It was almost 12, so I put on my coat and started for a bookie joint down on 45th.
On the door I hung a sign that said, out to lunch, back at 1 o'clock.
I always hated to walk out that door because I had to look at the sign across the hall.
Laura Lee, licensed private detective.
A dame that couldn't find a spoon of sugar in a candy factory.
But she had the scratch and that's what counts.
I walked down to 45th street and put my last hundred bucks on mosquito to win.
It was raining, so I ducked into a drug store for a sandwich and a cup of coffee.
After that I strolled up toward my place again.
I stopped a couple of times, once in front of a bookstore.
The window was full of books on how we had to have a peaceful world.
Three of them were written by generals who would know peace if somebody lugged it in
on a hunk of toast.
It was about a quarter to 1 when I walked up to the door of my office.
Somebody had made some changes and I got the fastest slow burn in history.
My sign was gone, but there was another one that said, gone for one week.
Please inquire at room 205, Ms. Laura Lee.
I brished into my office and called the intercepting quick boys.
Come on, come on.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's the matter?
Don't you answer these things?
Well, I only have two hands, Mr. Draper.
I bet you got two heads to go with them.
Look, nobody's called on this phone for a week.
Haven't I been getting any calls?
Of course, Mr. Draper, you had quite a few, but we switched them to Ms. Lee's office.
Why?
According to your instructions.
I see.
When did I give them?
Well, Ms. Lee told us.
She said you were working together from now on.
When did she say that?
Oh, about a week ago when she brought up the check to pay your office rent.
My rent.
Yeah.
Anything wrong, Mr. Draper?
Not a thing, baby.
Get a pad of paper.
I've got a message for you.
I'll allow it, Draper.
Just a minute.
Where's Pilsen?
I...
I held onto the phone and looked up from the desk.
The room was full of muscle.
A guy named Mike Farago, a collection boy for Joey Gough.
I'd seen him around before.
A broad guy with a smile like an undertaker.
Where's Pilsen?
Oh, hello.
I just called your office.
What happened over there?
Look, don't make me keep repeating.
Where's Pilsen?
Hello?
I don't know any Pilsen.
You don't sound sure.
I'm awful sure, Farago.
I don't know any Pilsen.
You're a nice guy, Draper.
You shouldn't have made it tough.
Now, wait a minute, put that away, it'll go off in my face.
That's so you can see it.
Now, look, you're trying to find a guy named Pilsen.
I don't know him.
I never heard of him.
As far as I'm concerned, you just dreamed him up.
The boss don't think that.
Huh?
Yeah, Pilsen just knocked off the boss.
He killed Joey Gough?
Uh-huh, that's right.
He just walked in, took a gun out of his umbrella and shot Joe right in the ticker.
It's a shame.
Oh, I'm sorry for Joe.
Well, I hope they let him make book up there.
Everybody's got regrets.
We got them about you, Draper.
I don't know your boy, Farago.
You had your trans, Draper.
Now...
Hello, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
Put down that phone.
I got him on the wire, Mike.
You should have asked him.
Hello, Lieutenant, I got one of Gough's boys up here.
All right, all right.
He's pushing me around a little.
If he pushes too hard, you know where to look.
All right, you win this one, Draper.
I'll be back when you're not so lucky.
I'm always lucky.
I don't believe it.
I've seen your mutual tickets.
I'll be back.
Goodbye.
As soon as he walked out, I started hating her again.
Laura Lee, girl detective.
I knew now where the business was going.
For weeks she'd been bypassing me on every client.
I wanted to shoot her in the head.
But I controlled myself and started across the wall to strangle her.
Look, Laura, I want to talk to you.
Watch out, Chris.
He's got a gun.
Watch out, will you?
Oh, heavens to...
Oh.
You all right, Chris?
Who is he?
A client.
One of mine?
Oh, please, Chris.
I didn't mean anything with those signs.
I just wanted to show you, Chris, if you'd marry me.
Things like this wouldn't happen, will you marry me?
My dough, who is he?
Who?
This on the floor.
He's not a cop, but who is he?
I don't know.
He gave me this ticket.
Let me see it.
Yeah, check stand, Grand Central Station.
Don't tell me he wanted you to pick up a suitcase.
How could you know that?
Look, I spent my life in this jungle.
I know a phony pitch when I see it.
Oh, it's not a phony.
He's a nice old man.
Oh, right.
He's a nice old man.
If you don't mind being sharp.
Well, he offered me $100 to pick up the suitcase.
Look, for four bits, any red cap in town will do it.
The guys are phony.
Somebody was watching for the bag, you see.
He couldn't use a red cap.
I was going to pick it up and meet him at track 17 at 2 o'clock.
Well, help me roll him over.
You know, Christopher, he's really an important man.
They don't wear ragged collars.
Really important.
Top's a night.
There.
Here's his wallet.
Hey, you're right.
He is an important man.
Let me see it.
Let me see.
Frank Pilsen, age 47, cashier, Everwear Umbrella Company.
Pilsen, yeah.
Pilsen, you've got yourself a tough client, baby.
This guy's one off a murder.
Oh, he couldn't be.
He shot up a bookie named Joey Gault.
Oh, Christopher, there's some mistake.
Joey doesn't think so.
The police will find out.
They'll understand.
You'll have to make a bigger sale.
All the hoods in town want him.
Well, I just don't believe it.
And I'm going to take the ticket and meet him with the suitcase.
Now, give me that ticket.
No, now you stay away from me, Chris.
Now...
You're not big enough, sweetheart.
No.
Let loose.
Are you going to marry me, Chris?
Not today.
All right, Chris.
I'm sorry, darling, but I'm a big girl now.
I don't know where she learned that trick, but by the time I got to the elevator, it was
on its way down.
When I got to the street, she was near up near Seventh Avenue climbing into a cab.
There was only one other cab in sight, but I couldn't do business there because Farago
moved into it and started to follow Laura.
If I was going to get there, I had to grab a cab down the street.
I turned and ran right into a lieutenant from Homicide named Herbie Knapp, a guy that learned
how to dress from books and how to talk from Damon Runyon.
Ah, hello, Chris.
How are the horses?
Look, Herbie, I got to run.
I asked you how the horses was.
Mosquitoes win the first now.
Let me get by, Herbie.
I got to get a cab.
Oh, just a minute.
It's a shame, but you got to stay here.
Likewise, it's a shame about Joey Galt.
I don't have the time, Herbie.
Somebody walks in about an hour ago and shoots him right on the price tag.
Yeah, yeah, I heard about it.
Yeah, you know, it's most uncharitable to kill a bookie, especially he is an honest
bookie.
Stay here.
All right, I'm not going anywhere now.
And all in sundry along Broadway, say Joey Galt is honest as the day is long and part
of the night, too.
He never welches.
This comes about, probably, because no one ever has a winner with Joey, though.
If you got a pitch, make it, Herbie.
I'm asking you the whereabouts of Pilsen.
Who?
A citizen named Pilsen.
He drops one of your circulars in Galt's place.
That proves I got a printer's bill.
It proves more.
A few minutes after Joey dies, the phone rings and it's you, Chris, pretending you want a
place of bet.
I have put two and two together and I don't want four.
I want Pilsen.
All right, he's up in 205.
You'll find him up there.
We'll both find him, Chris.
I got to go, Herbie.
You go on up.
Being a cop is no fun.
Likewise, it's lonely.
You come, too.
I could see Herbie wasn't going to let me chase that cab, so I got him up to room 205.
I opened the door to Laura's office.
He's in here now.
Check him and let me get...
Hey.
He is a wee fella, Chris.
He is so wee, I do not see him.
You know, I couldn't see him either.
And why I couldn't see him was that he wasn't there.
Lieutenant Knapp of Homicide looked at me and I looked at Lieutenant Knapp of Homicide.
And at that moment, he looked better than I did.
That was because I was gaining weight.
In a couple of minutes, I expected to be heavier by 13 ounces, which is the standard weight
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I felt embarrassed to say the least.
Here I have invited Lieutenant Knapp up to meet somebody who is of mutual interest to
both of us.
Now, I had to pick up the check.
Well?
Well, he was here five minutes ago.
Look, don't pull my leg on account of I will use it on your teeth.
He was here five minutes ago.
I hit him and I thought he was out.
He must have gone down the fire escape.
Oh, first you never hear of Pilsen, then you have him upstairs, and now he goes out the
back way.
Whose place is this?
It's the girl's office, Miss Laura Lee, debutante detective.
How come Pilsen was here?
He came by mistake.
Yeah, that's the way I'm taking you to the jug, bub.
I have a brother-in-law who handles cases, Chief.
Look, would I hide him on you, Herbie?
I'm taking you downtown, Chris.
Now, wait a minute, Herbie.
Unless you pull Pilsen out of the woodwork.
All right.
He's over in my office.
That's better.
Across the hall here.
Did he go down the fire escape on this side, too?
No, he's over here in the closet.
I had to lock him in.
There, you can have all five feet of them.
Where?
I don't see no...
In the back there.
Oh, let me see.
Sure.
Look him over good.
Wait, wait a minute, paper.
Sorry, Herbie.
Hey, hey, Chris, let me out of here.
I told you I was in a hurry.
I'll shoot the ball out.
Bring all the tenants in.
The police force had looked funny locked in the closet.
I'll be back in an hour.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, Chris.
Yeah, yeah.
Look, Chris, that filling man, he's got a gun.
He's got a gun.
And that filling mosquito, she's running in the first.
Like crazy, is the word.
Yeah, look, if you keep me in here an hour, I will not get a bet down chum.
Suppose she wins.
She's a 58 to 1 shot too.
But Chris, I will consider it a great favor if you put 20 skins on mosquito's nose.
All right, I'll give it to Lou Golding.
He works the corner, pass it under the door.
Well, what if it sticks?
If it's horse money, it's thin, pass it under.
All right, you got it?
Yeah.
Be sure she wins.
I'll tell her about your 20 bucks.
Thanks, Chris. I won't forget you for this.
Go easy, she may lose.
That's what I mean.
It looked like a good trick, but I knew it wasn't.
If I didn't find Pilson, Herbie'd come out of that closet burning like horse radish in a floor furnace.
And that give-and-take about horses didn't mean a thing,
because he's the kind of a guy who could win the Grand National and put the kids to bed without supper.
I had to get to Track 17 and I had to head off Laura somewhere in between.
I walked to the corner and got down Herbie's bed, and then I cut down 44th Street to Grand Central.
The station was jammed with Scarsdale Clubmen trying to look 36 for 46 hips, but I spotted Farago right away.
We couldn't miss with his face. Most witch doctors were to turn it down.
He was standing over by the telegraph window watching the check stand.
Laura was there looking around nervously. Finally the guy behind the counter handed her a small black bag and she started for the Vanderbilt Avenue exit.
Farago dropped the telegram blank and started after her.
If he ever got to her, she'd be counting the bruises with a slide rule.
So I cut across and bumped into Farago near the stairway.
Watch out where you're going.
It's too late to get on out, Farago.
Get out of my way.
I'll come around either way, mister.
Okay, you wretch.
Oh, come on, come on. Break it up, break it up. Come on.
If you want to fight, get a matchmaker.
You're a cop. He was bothering a lady.
Where is she?
Well, she's gone now.
What did she do? Ride a deer? I just walked up.
Were you bothering a lady?
I don't know none.
Oh, forget about it.
Now both of you get out of here.
Yeah, okay, okay. I'll tag you later, Julie.
And you get moving too, fella.
I'm sorry about this trouble. Here. Here, you want a cigar?
Is it one of those nickel things?
Yeah.
Well, you keep it. I don't smoke nickel cigars.
I didn't say you had to smoke it, officer. Just chew it.
Farago was up the stairs and out the Vanderbilt exit.
But I knew Laura had time to disappear on the crowd in Farago.
I didn't know about Gate 17.
I went over to the information desk and then walked back to the gate.
I didn't see Laura at first.
The crowd was starting to gather for the Chicago train.
Laura was over on one side scared and hugging the wall so tight she could have hired out of a mural.
Oh, Chris!
Give me that bag.
You get out of here, Christopher.
Hand me the bag. I'm taking over from here.
No, you go away, Chris. Now if you don't go away, I'll scream.
If you stick around, you'll be screaming out of a hole in your throat.
I told you up in the office. Homicide wants your boy.
Oh, my stars, he didn't kill anybody. Chris, I don't want you to make a mistake.
Look, baby, I like your knees, but not on my neck.
I got homicide breathing hard. Now give me the bag.
No, I'm not going to do it. Chris, you don't know.
Chris, no, no. Hold it, hold it. Hold it, officer.
Who are you saving this time, fella?
Wait a minute, officer.
You need a white horse. Is he bothering you, lady?
Yes.
I'm not bothering her. I know her. She works across the hall.
Well, sometimes that helps. Goodbye, fella.
I never saw this man before in all my born days.
Look, don't get the wrong idea. This is important.
On your way, fella. Stop bothering the lady.
It's important, I tell you. It's a matter of life and death.
That's the first time I ever heard a guy put it that way.
The cop watched me as I walked off, and the way he stood at the gate,
I knew I wasn't going to get to Laura with a shortwave radio.
It was 1.45, and Pilsen had a few more minutes before he had the show.
I took a chance and called his office.
It looked as if I wasn't going to get there, because the girl on the board had locked her.
Hello. Ever wear an umbrella?
I want to talk to Mr. Pilsen.
He's not here. He'll be back at two.
Is he the cashier over there?
Yeah.
Well, how long have you been there?
Who is this, please?
Insurance company. We're just investigating a policy.
Oh, yeah. But he's been here for 15 years. He was with the company at the start.
How about his personal habits?
I beg your pardon?
His habits. The big two. Women and gambling.
I don't think so.
Are you sure?
I don't think he gambled. He had to take a vote on the women.
He's over 40.
That don't change anything but the blood pressure.
He gave a Mr. Galtz a reference. Do you know if he ever called up there?
Why, yes, I think he does. At the brokerage house, isn't it?
It used to be. Do you know if he went there today?
I don't think so. He had to pick up the payroll during lunch hour.
What payroll?
He always picks it up on Friday.
I didn't know about that. Would it be risky to insure him?
Oh, my, no. He's been doing it for years. A small black bag. He does it every Friday.
I see. How much is in the payroll?
I don't know.
Well, make a guess.
Oh, 50,000. I'm not sure. It may be.
That's right.
What?
Maybe.
I was out of the woods on that one anyway.
Pilsen had taken the payroll to square up with Joey Galtz.
But why did Pilsen knock him off?
And why did Joey Galtz let a five and dime run up a tab like that?
They were big questions. And the answer walked right by the telephone booth.
I was just coming out of the booth when Pilsen hurried around the corner.
All I had to do was reach out from the yanker.
Please.
Come here, Pilsen. Get in that booth.
No, no. You'll hurt me.
Get in that booth.
Please.
Come on.
Don't. Please.
Now, sit in there and talk in a hurry.
Don't hurt me. You can have the rest of the money.
What money?
The other 26,000.
The payroll, though.
I didn't want to take it, but he made me take it. Your friend made me take it.
I don't have any.
Farago. He made me take it.
He's on another team. I'm Chris Draper.
You're Mr. Draper, but Miss Laura Lee said that...
Yeah, I know, I know. She said she was handling my cases.
Why did you want to detect it?
I was in trouble. I thought you could help me.
I can't swear a murder rap.
I just took the money. There's no murder.
Galt's cold enough to prove it.
Galt?
And you're one of them murder.
You've got to help me, Mr. Draper.
You're tough enough by yourself.
No, no. Mr. Galt was all right when I left. He and Farago were talking.
Farago, huh?
He's the one who fixed it up so I could go to Chicago.
Why?
He said I'd get in trouble unless I skipped.
He said to take what was left of the payroll and skip.
He said I had to do it.
Or throw a lot of sevens before two o'clock.
No, but I got scared. When Farago came down the stairs,
he gave me the gun and he said to take care of myself.
I got scared, and that's why I went to see you.
He didn't like me.
You're guessing.
He wanted that money. I know. He kept asking where it was.
I didn't tell him.
Then I got away from him and I came to see you.
You've got to help me, Mr. Draper.
On that much story?
Please, Mr. Draper. I didn't kill him.
I wouldn't do that. You can ask anyone.
Can I ask Joey Galt?
I rushed Filton up to my office.
Herbie was banging around the closet like a madman.
Hey, let me out. Hey.
All right, all right, all right.
Quick, let me out of here.
Come on out, Herbie.
How was it?
Humiliating. By the same token, it is distressing.
Yeah.
Likewise, it is distressing to throw you in the clink.
You don't have to. Here's your boy, Pilsen.
He goes to the clink, too.
Tell him no, Mr. Draper. Tell him no.
The drag Draper's got won't pull a flea over a silk thread.
You go to the clink, Pilsen.
He says he didn't do it.
Christopher. Mr. Pilsen.
Christopher, I want to talk to you.
Now, wait a minute, Laura.
What are you doing with Mr. Pilsen?
Chris, I want to know what you are doing.
Well, who is this Judy with a tooth loose tonsil?
Now, wait a minute. Calm down, Laura. Give me that bag.
No, I'm not going to do it. No.
Give me that bag.
No.
Herbie, do me a favor.
This afternoon, I would not do Bush a favor.
Do me a favor and get in that closet with Pilsen.
You miscounted the holes in my head.
Look, it'll only be for a while. Please, Herbie, do me a favor.
You can't lose anything now.
That's it. Just stay in that closet.
Chris, I got the only sunstroke in April.
That's it, boy. All right, now. Get in there, Pilsen.
When do I get out?
I'll let you know.
Christopher, I won't let you do that to Mr. Pilsen.
Now, keep still and come over here by the desk.
I'm not...
Help me get this bag off.
Oh, please.
There. Now we'll have a look.
Well, I...
Oh!
Chris, in the bag.
Yeah, Pilsen's laundry. 26,000 green shirts.
Here, help me put them on the table.
How do you know there's 26,000?
Just put the dough on the table.
Well, I'm trying.
Don't bother the counter. I'll have more time.
Oh, hello, Farago. I was afraid you'd follow her.
Just, uh, scoop it in the bag, Graper.
Well, you don't need this. You got the rest of Pilsen's payroll.
I'm just greedy.
Put it in the bag.
Pilsen doesn't get much out of this.
He gets a lesson.
Well, he was right, then. You were after that dough.
You knocked off Gorton, took the dough, Pilsen paid him.
And I want the rest of that payroll.
Chris, I was right. Mr. Pilsen didn't do it.
That's right. Farago palmed off the murder gun on him.
Oh, I won't let him take the money. Give me that bag.
Wait a minute, lady.
All right, lady. Get down on the floor and pick it up.
While you're down there, say a prayer for me, too.
Get it all over the... prayers.
What do you mean?
He's hot now. His only chance is to knock us off.
That's right. Now hand me the bag. Thanks.
It's the only way, Farago, but it's a big mistake.
As I was saying to Lieutenant Knapp...
I'll worry about that, Draper.
I'm sorry about you, lady. I got regrets, but I'll get over them.
Now use your head, Farago. If Herbie were here...
Sorry. Pick an angel, Draper.
Farago, I don't want to fast-talk you, but there's a copper in that closet.
Don't kid me.
If you'll step out of there, he'll put you away for good.
I wasn't born yesterday.
But you'll die today, mister.
Draper.
You're a bum horse player, but you hit it on the nose this time.
He looks pretty, Herbie.
Yeah, all such characters get sleepy along about this time.
If you roll him, you'll find the 20 grand he killed Galtforth.
I guess that answers everything?
Yeah, except one thing.
What?
How a mosquito makes out in the first race.
Oh, I forgot all about it. Give me that phone.
Switchboard. Get me Lou Golding's place.
If she's due this time, I know it, Herbie.
In such cases, I say heaven bless you.
Hello, how about the first of Jamaica? How'd they finish?
She won, Herbie. She came in and paid 58 to 1.
How do you like that? How do you like that for a horse?
58 to 1? I had $20 on the schnoz. I got that.
Think of it, Laura. A hundred skins is 58 to 1.
Oh, my stars, it's $5,000.
It's more than that. It's enough to get married on.
You've got to do it now, Chris. You've just got to marry me now.
Well, okay, I accept.
Oh, Chris, darling, you're the most wonderful.
Come here, baby.
What do you think of her, Herbie? Isn't she a knockout?
To be sure, yeah.
Isn't she the most beautiful thing you ever saw?
In my born days.
Of course she is. I tell you, Herbie, there'll never be another filly-like mosquito.
Oh, Christopher, darling.
But there's always a kicker along Broadway.
That price of 58 to 1 was too big.
Lou Golding couldn't stand the belt.
When Herbie and I went around to collect, they said he'd skipped town.
Now I'm broke.
And Laura, top heavy with dough, won't let me out of that marriage deal.
She even claims Herbie for a witness.
I could get a smart lawyer and wriggle out.
But I got a sure thing at Hialeah next Tuesday.
So I need a hundred bucks.
Laura says she'll give it to me if I marry her.
I don't know. It may be worth it.
This is a sure thing.
A very sure thing.
Suspense.
Presented by Roma Wines.
R-O-M-A. Roma.
America's favorite wines.
This is Truman Bradley bringing back for a curtain call our suspense star of the evening, Richard Conte.
Richard, most of our listeners know you as an outstanding young actor.
We'd like to tell them something about you that they may not know.
For example, the fact that you're an artist off the screen as well as on.
I'm no Michelangelo, Truman.
Painting is just a hobby with me.
Like having friends over for dinner and then talking about acting all night.
Well, Richard, here's something to make your talking sessions even more friendly and companionable.
A gift hamper of Roma Wines with the compliments of Roma, the greatest name in wine.
Thank you, Truman. That's an idea for holding my listeners.
You're right, Richard. At dessert time or after dinner, serve that fine Roma California Port and you'll really have an appreciative audience.
Believe me. For Ruby Red Roma Port has a rich, full body. A mellow, natural sweetness that everyone enjoys.
You'll find Roma Port is the ideal finishing touch to a fine dinner.
A luxurious taste treat later in the evening with cake or fruit.
Say no more, Truman. Just give me the Roma basket.
One more word, Richard, and it's important too.
Remember that in all Roma wines you enjoy an important difference.
An extra premium goodness in fuller bouquet, richer body and better taste.
Yes, Roma wines taste better because only Roma selects for better taste from the world's greatest reserves of fine wines.
That's why more Americans enjoy Roma than any other wine.
You've counted with Conte, Truman. Thank you and good night.
Next week, part of the country goes on daylight saving time.
If your city remains on standard time, suspense will be heard one hour earlier.
Check your local newspaper for time.
Richard Conte appeared through the courtesy of 20th Century Fox, producers of the late George Atlee.
Tonight's suspense play was from the story by Emile C. Tepperman.
Next Thursday, you will hear Miss Ava Gardner as star of Suspense.
Produced and directed by William Spear for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California.
In the coming weeks, Suspense will present such stars as Robert Mitchum, David Niven, Virginia Bruce and others.
Make it a point to listen each Thursday to Suspense, radio's outstanding theater of thrills.
Stay tuned for the thrilling adventures of the FBI in Peace and War, which follows immediately over most of these stations.
This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.