Hello, Yukon 28209. Yes, this is Candy Matson. Well hello there Candy. How's the one woman Scotland Yard? Okay Inspector, if business was any better you fellows could all retire on your big fat penjums. Is Mallard in his office? Oh sure, I just left him there. He's working on a deal but it's all right. A deal? Oh I won't bother him then. It's all right. When last observed he was perched neatly on the horns of a dilemma. Ouch. Well in that case I'd better go in Inspector. Righto, drop around any time. High heels sound so much nicer than flat feet. Thank you sir. Good morning Lieutenant Mallard. Gee for Pete's sake I wish you'd knock when you'd come in here. Why? Well I might have been... What Mallard dear? Asleep or something. Well now that you're in pull up a chair and set a spell. I heard you were busy. You heard I was busy so you barge right in? I can always barge right out again you know. No no no, stick around. I've done all I can for now. What have you got, a murder? In homicide I'd be working on a purse snatching. Here take a look. Ever see anything like that before? Nope. Looks like a small medallion of some kind. I don't think so. Nears I can figure it's the symbol of an order or a cult. You recognize the characters on it? Always seem to have an Egyptian flavor. That was my thinking too. However I'm not an Egyptologist. You can always take it over to the University of California. University of California? What's wrong with that? It'd be like cutting off my own nose. I've got Stanford and six points in the big game. After what UCLA did to them? Oh no sir. From now on I will knock before I come in here. And if I get an answer I'm going to leave. You've got a point there. I know I have. I mean about taking this over to the University. Hey wait a minute. Why didn't I think of it before? Why? Rembrandt. He has a brushing acquaintance with the Egyptian language and writing. Rembrandt? Rembrandt Watson? Oh you're kidding. No I'm not. He spent quite a bit of time in Egypt before the war. Come on get in the car and we'll drive over to his place. I've got to see him anyway. I'm sorry Kenny, no can do. I've got to be in Judge Wallach's court in ten minutes. Well let me have it and I'll take it over to him. If Rembrandt comes up with anything I'll report right back. Okay, just don't lose it that's all. Why? Can't you get another one? Well not this particular one we can't. We took it off the body of a woman they found floating last night in Stowe Lake. Stowe Lake in Golden Gate Park? What a charming place to take your last bath. Oh I almost forgot what I came here for to begin with. Here's the book I borrowed from you Mallard dear. Book? Which book is that? Latest facts and figures on the rise and fall of crime throughout the Western Hemisphere. That's the comprehensive digest on criminal trends in the United States as compiled by police departments in major cities throughout the country. Oh thanks. Did you get anything out of it? The book? Heck no I just barely managed to get through the title. The National Broadcasting Company presents Candy Matson, UConn 28209. I slipped the medallion into my coin purse, slipped the coin purse into my handbag, slipped Mallard a peck on the cheek and slipped out of the hall of justice. I climbed into my car and drove over to California Street opposite old St. Mary's Cathedral, almost bordering little alley facing St. Mary's Square. It is there that a very old friend of mine lives Rembrandt Watson the eminent Pacific Coast photographer. I'm so glad you came by Del. Today of all days I need the firm stanchion of your friendship upon which to brace meself. Rembrandt what on earth are you talking about? Never has the weight of gloom rested so heavily on me shoulders. Never has the mantle of depression hung on me head as it does now. Oh put the ham back in the icebox. What gives here ducky? You are gazing upon a man about to be bereft of a home. You mean you're being evicted? Not yet. One must face eventualities. Can't you pay your rent? Is that it? Oh don't be silly Candy I have plenty of money. Well then in heaven's name why the hamlet routine? What do you mean you're going to be evicted? Well simply this girl a bunch of uncouth barlets are going to build an underground garage in the square next door. May I ask what is so funny? Well you probably won't have to move. Chances are they'll never touch this building. Think Candy the dirt the noise. Well I've never known either one to affect you before Rembrandt. It's not meself I'm thinking about it's Henry me Great Dane. All those steam shovels and riveting machines that have to give Henry a nervous stomach. And on a Great Dane that's something. Yes isn't it? And here's something that'll prove I'll be evicted. Look this morning's paper. Write down here. Preliminary to construction of a garage beneath St. Mary's Square was approved yesterday by the Board of Supervisors Finance Committee. The project recommended by the San Francisco Parking Authority involves use of St. Mary's Park subsurface area and seven adjacent parcels of privately owned property in the area bounded by Kearney, Pine, California and St. Anne Street. There. What do you mean? Well I hardly call this hovel a parcel but yes I do see what you mean. Well what are you going to do about it? What can I do about it? Look for a new place to live that's all. Laddie boy I'm glad you said that. I've been meaning to have a word with you for quite some time. Now you're doing a whale of a good business. More and more you're catering to an extremely fashionable clientele. That's true. It's about time you lived the part. Your photographs are becoming known throughout the country. You couldn't have stayed here much longer anyway. But it has such atmosphere Candy. That it does. Especially when the winds from the east. I tell you what. You help me on a little deal right now and I'll spend the rest of the day looking at places with you. Oh Candy will you? I was hoping you'd say that. You're a lamb. In the spring I am. Oh I get it. Spring lamb. Yes. Oh la. I feel ever so much better already. Attaboy. But before you bound completely out of your skin Ducky take a look at this. Wait a minute. There. Hmm. Fascinating. What is it? Amulet of some kind? I don't know. That's why I came to see you. What does it say on there? It's in Arabic. Hopefully fine print. What did I do with me glasses? On your forehead. Oh. El Madi. El Hada. El Mastakbal. Hmm. There's one I can't seem to translate. Wait a moment. Oh of course. Milky. What does it mean Rembrandt? Well I'm not exactly sure of my translation. I take it to read the past, the present, the future are mine. That sounds good enough to me. Let me make a phone call dear and I'll be right with you. Tell me Ducky does that expression mean anything to you? Have you ever heard it before? No. There are literally thousands of such sayings in Arabic. You could refer to almost anything. That's what I was wondering about. Headquarters. Dulucci speaking. Oh hello Dulucci. This is Candy Matson. Is Lieutenant Mallard there? Lieutenant Mallard? No Miss Matson. I'm left with Judge Wallach and the jury on that happy dance supermarket killing out of Lake Merced. Probably be there the rest of the afternoon. Oh okay. Would you write this down for me? El Maji. El Hada. El Mastakbal. Who Milky? Miss Matson this is a phone conversation? It's legit. Well in that case get on tight. Thank you. Now have you got that? I guess so. Good. Just sign my name to it and put it on Mallard's desk will you? Sure. You say so. Thanks Dulucci. Goodbye. Candy are you crazy? Mallard won't understand that. Crazy? Just the other way around. This is one night I know I'm going to get Mallard to call me. Candy you fool. But you're a nice fool. Just having you assure me that moving from here is the right thing to do has removed all my troubled thoughts. Transformed me into a blight spirit. A blight spirit. Come on Mallard come on blight spirit. Let's go haunt for houses. Knowing Rembrandt as I do he's the sort of a man who would open a doll factory across the street from a boys school. But in this case I was going to make sure he'd fit the locale to the business and vice versa. But what was the locale to be? Suddenly I had it. There was a barn type of building out on Octavia Street just off Pacific. Used to be a dance studio but somehow or other I seem to recall a parent sign on the place and that's where we went. What is it Candy? Looks like the place might have been a stable. I imagine it was at one time. I do know it was a dance studio for a while. It's for rent all right. There's the sign. I hope we can get in. You'll like it I'm sure. It's just ideal for a photography studio. And it has plenty of room upstairs for living quarters and a fine big backyard out in back for Henry. Sounds ideal if I could only see it. Let's walk around on that little wooden bridge at the side. Maybe there's a window we can peek through. If not we'll run down to the real estate office. As you say. The outside needs fixing up but not too much. No as a matter of fact if the place is any kind of shape at all and the owner is willing to talk business I might be interested in buying the place. What? Why not? Now that I'm in mood and I've saved a fair amount of money the past year or two. Here's a window. Pretty dirty. Wait a minute. Can you see anything Candy? A little. Enough to give you an idea how much space you have in the studio itself. Here take a look. Oh it's wonderful just perfect. I could do all the portrait work up in front there and put all the equipment back in there. Oh. Ducky what is it? I saw a man in there. Let's see. He's motioning to us. I don't understand what. Is there a door down that way remember? Wait till I take a look. Yes I see one. Oh that's what he wants. Come on. I suppose he is dear. Caretaker maybe. We'll find out. Was there something you wanted? We're just looking around. We saw the sign out in front. Are you the caretaker? No no I am the owner. Oh then you live here. Again no. There was a fire here last night. I came over to investigate. A fire? Yes. There wasn't much damage done. One of the never saw it and the fire department arrived almost immediately. Lucky for you. How much rent are you asking? I'm afraid you'll have to take that up with the real estate people. I let them handle all my transactions. Would you be willing to sell? I might but that's something you have to discuss with them too. That sounds odd does it not but much better off if I don't transact my own business. Sure. Would you mind if we looked around? Mr. Watson here is rather interested. I'm afraid that is out of the question. You see the electricity has been turned off. You would have to use matches. We'll be very careful sir. I've got matches right here in my purse. No no no it is impossible. After what happened last night I'm afraid things might be misunderstood. I should be accused of... Accused? Accused of what Mr. And what did you say your name was? I didn't and neither did you. We have a quaint custom here in the United States. I am not interested in custom. I'm only interested in keeping my appointment. You'll keep your appointment I assure you. Do you remember high low Rembrandt? Oh yes a quaint little device used with a great deal of success on the gridiron. Yes. Would you like to take high and I'll take low. A pleasure really now. Get his arms if you can Rembrandt. I'm trying to take it like an eel. I think he needs a little persuasion on the head like so. Oh dear. I hope you didn't tap him too hard. No he just went sleepy by for a little while. May I ask the reason for this unwomanly outburst on your part now? You certainly may slugger. Look up there on that beam above us. Oh dear wear me glasses. Back up on your forehead. Now what did you want me to see? Up there a sign on that beam. Just barely visible but you can make it out. Candy no. El Madi, El Hada, El Mastac Val, Hum, Milky. Sure I saw it when we first came in. When the boy on the floor mentioned matches it gave me a perfectly natural chance to open my purse and flash the medallion. He saw it all right. He stopped like he'd been sapped. He was. Twice yes. Once by the medallion, once by me. I think we've got something Rembrandt. Come on let's get to a phone call Mallard quick. And may I say something Ducky? You certainly do. Well I shouldn't say it but that was the prettiest high low I've ever seen. From San Francisco the national broadcasting company is presenting Candy Mattson. UConn 2-8209. I left my gun with Rembrandt who by this time was sitting on our little friend. I took off, found a grocery store about three blocks down and placed a call to Mallard. Fortunately he was in and after I told him what was happening he was out again. This time headed for the former dance studio. I ran back to the place and Sleeping Beauty was showing signs of coming too. With Rembrandt still riding a choppy C on the guy's twisting chest. I'm so glad you're back girl. Miss Stead is beginning to buck a bit and I did so want to avoid smacking him on the noggin again. Yeah I don't blame you. After a while it begins to hurt. Here give me the gun Rembrandt. Thanks. Now stand back. If the joker tries anything there's going to be badminton with bullets for birds. Did you get Mallard? Yes he'll be here in a moment or two. From the hall of justice that'll be forever. You don't know Mallard when he has a chance to play with that siren. Testman's snapping out of it. I think Miss you will regret exceedingly what you have done. Maybe so maybe no. Now care to tell us about this past, present and future are mine stuff? I'm not saying I worked. Does it surprise you I know the translation? You might as well tell us. You'll have to in the long run. I have nothing to say and I mean that. I'll bet you do. Wait a minute. See who it is Rembrandt. It's Mallard and his platoon system. Good. Open the door for them. Well this is cozy. All you need is a fourth for bridge. And I kibbit. He's all yours Footlet. Okay get them boys let's go. Hey wait a minute you haven't seen the building. The building can wait. This cookie's hot and I want to keep them that way. Like I said boys take them away. Give them that big hall of justice. One two three O'Leary and we were at the jail house on Washington Street. Four five six O'Leary and our lad was whisked away into the inner sanctums for a pleasant little game called information please. Seven eight nine O'Leary and Mallard was back in his office snorting fire at me. And when he snorts fire sister Susie it's frightening. What are you trying to do? Have the whole city administration down on my neck? What Mallard what do you mean? I'll tell you what I mean. We've arrested a man who's completely in the clear. He can shoot the works at us Sue is for false arrest. Wait a minute something's off the beam here. What's his name? Tessman Al Tessman. How do you know he's in the clear? Because we checked just now. He's been a respectable citizen of San Francisco for over 20 years. Owns a lot of real estate around town. Fine reputation excellent credit the works. And you have to stir up a hornet's nest. I don't know what to say. I do go home and stay there. I have a hunch the guy's going to press an assault and battery charge against you and Rembrandt. And he's got every legal right to do it too. Yipes. I wonder how I look in stripes. Mallard was just plain out and out sore. Judging the mess on its face value he was entitled to be sore. But I'm not the gal to take things on face value. That sign on the beam out at the old studio definitely had a link with the inscription on the amulet. I was sure of it. And I was sure that Tessman was a link too. So I fell back on the private eye's first lesson. How to shadow a suspect. The use of doorways, trees, buildings, shrubs, fences and etc. So hiding behind an etc. I waited outside the hall of justice until I saw Tessman leave the building. All he did was snag a cab and disappear into an apartment house on the top of Clay Street. I checked the ground floor and found there were only three outlets. The main entrance, the service entrance alongside and the garage around the corner. I parked across the street where I could see all three and waited. And waited. About 2 a.m. I figured Tessman had holed up for the night. So I went home and got myself a nice little jolt. My penthouse was a mess. It looked like a senior grade monsoon had ripped through the place. It stacked up that Tessman couldn't have done it. So there must be somebody else who wanted in on the act. As far as I could tell nothing was missing. So I straightened up as best I could and hit the sack. The alarm went off at 5 o'clock the next morning and I struggled into my clothes. Drove over to Rembrandt's place, rustled him into my car and we took off. You're mad Candy, positively mad. What's the idea of waking me up in the middle of the night? It's not the middle of the night. Ducky, it's morning. Remember the early birds get the worms. For the change I'd like to see the early worm get the bird. What are we doing gallivanting about like this? We're putting the shadow on Tessman. Is he the worm? One of them. In spite of the fact that Mallard whitewashed him. Here we are. How lush, the Blake Essex. We'll just park here. Hunched on in your seat Ducky. I hardly imagine our worm has departed yet. A half hour passed by. Just as the sun peeked over the East Bay hills and scattered its own bright rays on the water of the bay, a car backed out of the Blake Essex garage. It was Tessman all right. He wheeled the car down Clay Street and we followed. He turned left on Taylor and again when he reached Pacific. I had a hunch where he was going. He crossed Van Ness Avenue and we did likewise. That was when Rembrandt spoke up. I hate to mention it dear, but I think the shadowers are being shadowed. How do you mean? I looked behind several times. There seems to be a car following us. Just a coincidence, I wouldn't worry about it. Look, our boy is turning off onto Octavia. Just as I thought he's returning to the studio. What do we do now? Go as slowly as we can. Give him time to park the car, get inside the building and then go in after him. Are you sure you know what you're doing, Candy? Nope. Oh, well then it's all right. We'll go past Octavia Laguna and down to Broadway and come back in that direction. That should do it. Now to double back along Broadway. I dislike being repetitious girl, but the car is still following us. Well, there's nothing like a showdown. Here we are at Octavia. Let's find out. Look, across the street at the studio, out in front there. Bags of cement, sand and a pile of bricks. That wasn't there when we left yesterday. No. There's our friend Candy, if he is. I'm going to find out about this right now. Please, Miss Mattson, remain seated in your car. Has it gotten Candy? That's a naive observation, Rembrandt. Looks more to me like a cannon. I assure you, I won't hesitate using it. Now if you and Mr. Watson will get out in an orderly manner and walk across the street into the studio, there will be no trouble. Looks like we have no choice. Come on, Ducky, this should be great sport. When you have a gun that size poking into your nose, it's easy to be convinced. We walked across the street and into the studio. Even with a brilliant morning sunshine outside, the place was dark and grim. And Tessman Lad was waiting to meet us, wearing the very latest in smirks. Just as you planned, Master. It was so easy. They fell into our trap beautifully. And now they shall feel no pain. To work, Tessman, there can be no further delay. Yes, Master. In shall be done. He calls me Master, and that is as it should be. Now, Miss Mattson, now that you've so conveniently returned to our shrine, the amulet, please. I haven't got it. I left it at home in another purse. It wasn't in your place last night. So you're the character who wrecked my apartment. That is right. And now if you will be so kind as to empty your purse on the table there. You'd better do it, Candy. Yes. There seems to be no alternative. Ah, now the coin purse, please. Ah, yes, the amulet. Thank you. There's a streetcar token, too. You can have that if you want. The past, the present, the future are mine. Mine, Miss Mattson. An old saying of one of the ancient pharaohs. I adopted it for myself. Rather brilliant, wouldn't you say? I'd say you need a new scriptwriter. Now I shall tell you about your future. This building, being on a hill, was built on solid rock foundations. My faithful servant, Tess Mann, is an expert stonemason. You see that chamber like a fair hewn into the rock? Tess Mann is going to build a brick wall across it. You are going to be sealed inside, also like the ancient pharaohs. Only it will take more than a Howard Carter or a Lord Carnivon to discover you. The guy was a madman, and a madman usually keeps his word. Tess Mann went to work. Little by little, the ceiling wall of bricks took shape. Once I pressed my hand against the bricks. They must have been using a fast-hardening mortar mix of some kind. The wall was as firm as the ages. Zoma smiled. Finally there was an opening just large enough to crawl through. That's when Zoma spoke up. Enough, Tess Mann. I will complete the work. As you will, Master. My mission here is finished. You three are the only ones who know about me. And so I shall destroy all evidence and move on to newer fields. Tess Mann, in you go. What? Master, no. No. I have served you fastfully. I said get in. No. I won't die. I won't. Not even for you. What? That fool. The future belongs to me. You two, get him. What? Shove him into the tomb. Now. I trust you won't be quite so idiotic. Suffocation isn't too unbearable. I think I shall call this the tomb of the wayward three. Yes. That will be good. Is he in? Yes. Very well. You may follow. Go ahead, Rembrandt. I'm sorry I got you into this. That's all right. And now for the final act. The complete obliteration. Ah, yes. Peace. Peace. Peace. Ah, yes. People all over the world have lost their way. They struggle in darkness. It is up to me to bring them the truth. For after all, El Hadi, El Hader, El Mostak Bal Humilki, all mine. What about that woman you dumped into Stow Lake, Zomah? A very generous lady. She contributed over $15,000 to the cause. But then the poor thing began to doubt me, said something about going to the authorities. Most unfortunate. It was then that even I, Zomah, made a mistake. I forgot about the amulet I had given her. She was still wearing it about her neck. I will not make that error again. And now, like the final toast to life, the last brick. Sleep well, foolish ones. Forever. Get your hands straight up in the air, Mac. You, you desecrator. I said get your hands up. Yes, I will, like this. Candy, where are you? Over here, Nellard. Behind this brick wall. A fine thing, that's all I've got to say. Running around and messing things up. Boy, he's really got you tucked away, hasn't he? Come on, Nellard, get us out of here. We can hardly breathe. We? Rembrandt and I. Oh, no. Your pal, Tessman, who's past breathing. Boy, you can sure do it, can't you, Candy? I think I ought to leave you in there. You almost messed this whole thing up. I did? How? Why did you think we released Tessman? Tessman. Yeah, I know. Olly Tessman. I'll call him Tessman. Because it was the first lead we got on this joker, Zoma. We've been after him for months. Why? Playing on the superstitious people with a yen for the occult. We had nothing to go on until we fished that woman out of Stowe Lake with the amulet around her neck. And you have to go and stick your pretty nose into the picture. What about Tessman? Up until he met Zoma, he was okay. Doing quite well in real estate. Then along came the master. Tessman turned over the studio for Zoma to use as a temple. But after he dumped the tomato into Stowe Lake, Zoma realized he'd have to liquidate his affairs and get the bejavers to other parts of the country. With you and Rembrandt making like cops and robbers, he knew he had three people to get out of the way. He almost got away with it. But how did you get here when you did? Sheer luck, Cupcake. I was only returning to make a routine checkup on this joint. Sister, are you lucky? You can say that again. All right, sister, are you? On second thought, maybe you aren't. What do you mean, Mellodear? If there's one thing I can't stand, it's an interfering woman. I think I'll just leave you in there. Mellodear, no! Irene, good night. Irene, good night. Mellodear, you can't do this. Irene, da-da-da-da. Get us out of here! Okay, on one condition. Sure, sure, what is it? Promise you'll go to a Roy Acuff movie with me tonight. Roy Acuff movie? What do you think, Rembrandt? A fate worse than death. That's what I thought, too. So long, Mellord. I'll be on my way out just sealing that last brick, will you? Listen again next week at this same time. For excitement and adventure, just dial... ...Natson, UConn 2-8209. The part of Tessman was played by John Grover. Zoma was Lou Tobin. Henry Leff is heard as Lieutenant Ray Mallard, and Jack Thomas is Rembrandt Watson. The program stars Natalie Masters and is written and directed by Monty Masters. Daniel D'Aunel creates the sound effects, and Eloise Rowan is heard at the organ. Our engineer was Frank Barron. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental. The characters in the story were entirely fictitious. The program came to you from San Francisco. Dudley Manlove speaking. This is NBC, the National Broadcasting Company.
