And now the Mole Mystery Theater, presented by M.E. Shaving Cream for Tender Skin. Good evening. This is Jeffrey Barnes. Welcoming you to the program that presents the best in mystery and detective fiction. A few weeks ago we brought you a story written by Joseph Ruskell and entitled, The Case of the Missing Mind. It concerned a smart alecky little racetrack character named Kenny Andrews, who got into one jam after another and finally ended up in an insane asylum. While you mystery fans out there apparently took Kenny to your hearts as we did, a number of you wrote wanting to find out whether he did the right thing. We wanted to find out whether he did get out of the asylum and what happened then. So we asked Mr. Ruskell and tonight he's telling us in the further adventures of Kenny Andrews. Excuse me Mr. Barnes, but how about mentioning that other psychopathic case? Oh, you mean the ambulance driver who drove himself crazy? 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For crying out loud, listen to me someone, listen. Alright, you remember how I got railroaded in a squirrel cage by that gang of crooks? Well, hooray, I'm sprung, habeas corpus. But no sooner I'm out and exhale a few times over a scratch sheet, what a low I'm in a jam again. My lawyer, Alexander Farfel, he wants his fee. And I want it quick. And Kenny stopped trying to pay me off in horse tips. Nor do I want to buy in on a blind date with a showgirl. What a proposition. I want my fee. But 200 bucks, you want to cut out my heart? I'm only two hours in the fresh air. My golly, Mr. Farfel, give me a little time to work out a few angles. You and your angles, angles. Got me out of the bug house, didn't it? You mean, you mean that riot there, you mean, you mean you planned that? Certainly. You made book in a nut house, got all the attendance and queries to bet. And then when you couldn't pay off and that riot started, you did all that as an angle? Certainly so. I could telephone you during the helter skelter so you could spring me. Oh, Kenny, Kenny, what's that you're carrying, that, that, that violin case? Are you really crazy? What's with the violin case? It's my suitcase. I wanted flipping a two-headed quarter. It's a long story, but look, don't you see, I'm now, I'm absolutely up the creek. So if you'll just give me a little time on those two seats. Shut up. Now look, Kenny, while I repeat myself. I sprung you from a bird cage. You are a sharp guy with a million angles, so I'll give you just 24 hours to raise me my fee. I don't care how you get it. But if you don't, I'll bounce you right back from whence you came, the nut house. So I'm on the way back to the nut house unless I raise two C's. My only assets are one, my violin case, and two, a blind date I had transacted over the phone for 8 o'clock that night with a ravishing little pancake at the Square Circle Cafe. One Nicky Passions by name. Well, I sort this around the stem, up and down, down and up. But all my fair weather pals button up when I mention a touch. I even offered to let Blinches Malloy the bookie buy in on a piece of my blind date. But no soap. So finally I enter the bar and grill to avoid the freeze. And this is where the horrible climax begins. I'm standing at the bar when suddenly a mysterious looking character slides up and... Wanna make 200 bucks, pal? No kidding! 200 bucks! Who do I have to mate it? Guy named Kenny Andrews. Come again? You're an out of town torpedo, huh, pal? Huh? It's all right, chum. I'm Pinchot Shultz of the Corelli Mall. You've probably heard of me, Big Al Corelli's right-hand man? Oh, sure, sure. I-I-I-I-I heard of you. Two saints, huh? Not another dime. To tell the truth, I was supposed to have bumped the character personally for Big Al. Oh. But you know, I'm kept pretty busy, this and that, in City Hall. Personally, I don't know the character. He may be a real nice guy, for all I know. Oh, yeah, that-that-that's right, chum. You're absolutely right, Pinchot. He-he might be a very nice guy. Yeah, maybe. But he threw Big Al a couple of bum tips at the track, which set the boss back pretty. I give Big Al the word the character's rubbed out, but luck's still running bad. So Big Al would like to visit the tipster's grave, just to be sure. And there ain't even a corpus yet, you see. Yeah, I-I see. I figured it'd be cleaner all around to let an outside torpedo like you do the job. By the way, what's your name, pal? What's more of you from? Oh, I'm-I'm Chicago Louie. From Chicago. No, well, please, meet you. And you're just the boy to do the job. Wait, wait, just-just let me just think it over, huh? Take your time. Most unusual proposition. But two C's? Why, that'll pay off that lousy farfel. Maybe I can waggle the fee in advance. Anyhow, as long as I keep gunning for myself instead of Pinchot doing it, I'm alive. Two C's? Maybe I can angle this thing somehow. Well, Louie, what do you say? I'll do it. Good boy, Louie. I, uh, I like it in advance. Oh, yeah? I'll give you a fin. Balance when the corpus is shown. Oh. Now to put you in touch with the finger. Uh, who's the finger? A certain friar at the Square Circle Cafe. She's one of the mobs. A showgirl there, Nikki Passions. Nikki Passions? Right. She's in on the trap. You go there before Kenny shows up, and she'll put the finger on him. Mow him down. Come in. Uh, this is Miss Passions' dressing room. Yeah. Why? I'm, uh, Chicago Louie, from Chicago. Oh, so you're him. You don't look like a torpedo. Come on in. Thanks. I think I just... I think I just found me you were coming to do the job. Park the body and the violin case. Thanks. The sucker's due here in ten minutes. It's a blind date, see? But I'll know him by his voice. When he knocks, I'll open the door and then let him have it. Catch? Yeah, I, uh, I catch Miss Passions. You're a cute killer. Pardonz-moi while I change over behind the screen there. No speaking, Louie. Did you catch my ass? Yeah, you... you were swell. You're sweet. You're beginning to do things to me. You want a drink? Help yourself. It's on my dressing table. What the heck am I doing here under this circumstances? Maybe I belong in a nuthouse after all. When I'm still riding those two seas, there must be an angle somewhere. Anyhow, good thing I put on these smoke glasses from the five and dime. Well, here I am again. How do you like me in this gown, Louie? Oh, what there is of it, Miss Passions. You like the material? Oh, Miss Passions, I... I have long desired an interview with you. Mmm. Mmm. Okay, Log, now let's get down to business. He'll be here in a few minutes. Take it out and set it up. I'll just set one up. The artillery from the violin case. Yeah, but... Get going. What's the matter, you chicken-hearted? Take it behind the screen there and set it up. You can sight through the crack and shoot through the screen. Oh, I see. Behind the screen, huh? Mmm-hmm. Yeah. Oh, trigger. Good. Okay, stay at the table out there. We'll let you know when we need you. Who is that? Just trigger Haynes, one of the boys. Think I'll send him to hang around till you've plugged the horse player, then he'll get rid of the body. Huh? I think I'll take a walk around the block. You're a great little skitter. Come here and have a drink. We got a minute. There's actually a guy in a cafe waiting to dispose of my... I mean, Kenny's body? Sure, wear a streamlined outfit, Louie. Mmm. Here. Good for your nerves. To Nicky and Louie. Huh? Know what I mean? To Nicky and Louie. Have you got an aspirin? Bottoms up. What have you done to me, you bum? Huh? You'll know well enough. Oh, no, no, honest, I... You made me fall in love with you, you heel. Oh, Miss Pash, you... Call me Nicky. Nicky, I... I can hardly believe it. For a minute I laid eyes on you. Oh, Louie, will you give me a break? Will I? Oh, Nicky, I'm already crazy about you. Though you were so unusual. Watch his name again, trick or treat. Have another drink. You know, I'm surprised at you, Louie. Very surprised. Why, Nicky, baby? What have you got against poor Kenny Andrews? Well, nothing. Nothing at all, honest. Then how did you do such a thing? Such a cold-blooded killer. I'm bumping off for passion or revenge or so forth, I can understand, but you never even laid eyes on him. Oh, promise me this'll be your last job, Louie. And then you'll go straight with me. Oh, sure. I'll even be glad to even skip this job if you say so. No, no, no, no. This last one. For big Al's sake. Nicky, I don't think it will be necessary to kill this guy Kenny after all, as I don't think he'll even show up. Oh, yes, yes, he will. Any second now, it's 8 o'clock sharp. No, I got it straight from my personal grapevine, Nicky, so don't worry. Kenny Andrews will never knock at that door. Who is it? Kenny Andrews. As the curtain falls on Act One of tonight's play, we find Kenny Andrews about to meet himself face to face, and under the most unusual circumstances, eh, Dan? Well, not so unusual, Mr. Barnes. There are times when many a man feels that he's about to murder himself. Oh, Dan, I don't believe it. But it's true. For instance, shaving is practically suicide for some men, especially if they have wiry whiskers or a tender skin, and yet it needn't be. That's right, men. If you want a smooth, slick shave, use Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tender skin. Yes, Mole is the heavier cream, the cream that not only softens your whiskers, but holds them up straight while your razor cuts them off close and clean. With Mole, you shave faster, closer, easier, and you shave painlessly. Try it. See if you don't say, it's smooth, so smooth, it's slick, so slick. It's a smooth, smooth, slick, slick shave you get with M-O-L-L-E. Mole, the heavier brushless shaving cream for tender skins. Mole. This is Jeffrey Barnes returning you to Act Two of The Further Adventures of Kenny Andrews. We left Kenny, who is posing as Chicago Louie, in Nicky Passion's dressing room. Kenny is startled and confused by a voice outside the door that has shouted, Kenny Andrews! It's him, Louie. Impossible, it can't be. Get behind the screen quick. Quick, do like I say. When he comes in, mow him down. Come in, Kent. Hey, it's you. Yes. Big Al. Angel Boy. I'm a fine faithful dove. Oh, what's up? I thought you were hiding out. Oh, I had to take the chance. I had to see my little Nicky again. I get so lost. What was the idea of saying you were Kenny Andrews? Oh, that. Just a nom de plum. Pinko plugged a little racetrack towel for me a couple of weeks ago, so I'm using it for a disguise. Slip us another little one, huh? Hey, hey, wait, Al. Look, I might as well tell you, Pinko told you a little white lie. He ain't even caught up with Kenny Andrews yet. What? Now, he told you that because he knew you were so sensitive. You mean that little vaman Kenny ain't pushing up daisies? No, no, take it easy, Al. And if I was you, I'd lamb it quick. You're hot. Shut up! Trying to get rid of me, eh? Otherwise, Nicky. I know you've been playing around with some new hot throb, and when I catch up, it'll be curtains. For the love of you. Who's that? Who are you? The screen. It fell down. Who's the guy with the violin case, Nicky? What's he doing behind the screen? Waiting for a throb? No, no. Wait, no. You don't understand. That's Chicago Louie from Chicago. You don't say. Sure. Think hard for the Kenny Andrews job. It's a frame, Al. The punks do hear any minute he made a blind date over the phone. So Louie here's gonna drop him. You better blow, Al. Chicago Louie, eh? Pleased to meet you, pal. The same to you, Al. I could swear I met you somewhere, and it wasn't Chicago. No kidding. You always wear glasses, pal. Just when I'm on a job, that's all. Somehow your face reminds me of horses. Horses? Oh, that's a good one. That's Kenny now. Go on, fade both of you. Al, hide behind that door there and don't show your mug. Louie, put that screen back up and get behind it. And let him have it. All set, Louie? Mow him down, Louie. Shh. Come in. Hi, babe. I'm Blintz's Malloy. Blintz's Malloy? Yeah, the bookie. What do you want? Kenny sent me. What? Kenny Andrews. He cut me in on a piece of his blind date. Get it? Why, the nerve at that louse. Not a longer I'll cripple you and him, too. Oh, come on, Nicky, let me in. Louie, come here and throw this tramp out. Me? Nicky? Hey, I know that. Louie, come out from behind that screen and take care of this fresh egg. Okay, okay, I'm going. But that voice, it sure sounds familiar. Why, that lowlife Kenny Andrews, that corkscrewed at Canaver. Selling shares in my mall. Al, calm yourself. I'll tear him limb from limb. Aha. Wait. Wait, Nicky. So he's your boyfriend, eh, Kenny Andrews? No, no, Al, believe me, I never even laid eyes on him. That's gotta be him now. Get back. You all set behind the screen, Louie? No, you're all set, Nicky. Mow him down. Oh, no, okay. Miss Passions? Oh, yes. Come right in. You must be... Alexander Poffel. My card. The Poffel? I don't get this. What do you want? Ha ha ha ha ha. Kenny sent me. You too? What is this, all home week? What the devil goes on here? Brings you old wolf before I commit me. Correlli. No, no, no, don't, don't, don't choose. What is this? Kenny sent me a truck? Oh, that Kenny way till I get my hands on him. I'll throw him in a bag of cement. I'll sink him in the East River. I'll bounce him back to the Net House. Al, Al, Al, don't know what this is all about. Shut up, the boy. Oh, the screen fell down again. That's him, Kenny Andrews. Oh, no. He's heading for the window. He's climbing up. What fell out his vialing case? Shates. Socks. Stainty laundry. Come back here, you vaiment, come back. Ah, he made a getaway. Wait, Kenny, Kenny, wait. Beat it now, this here. Come on, then pinch him. Stop, I want to talk to you. What's this, a new frame? Beat it and leave me alone. Such dirty pool. Help me, Kenny. The cops broke in the place that you scrammed. They got Al made a getaway and he's gone back and hiding. It's okay. You expect me to fall for that? What's that you're carrying? Your underwear. Here is a salade of your vialing case. Thanks. What do you want anyhow, my life? I want you, Kenny. I told you I fell hard for you, didn't I? You told Louie that, not me. Oh, don't be silly, that was just an act. I knew you was Kenny all the time. I was just shielding you, you fool. Look, Kenny, I'd give anything to ditch Big Al. I'm on the level, it's you I go for. Give me a chance to prove it. How? You still need those two C's. And how? What, what, Farfa won't do to me now unless I raise it. Nullify the habeas or something. Then why quit your job now? Stick to it. Huh? What you talking about? Big Al's wise to me. But it's Pinko, hmm? Listen, Pinko Shooks don't know anything what happened at the cafe. And he won't find out in a hurry either because Big Whole Al is holed up again. Now, Kenny, I can tell you how to collect them two C's which can start us off in life together. How to collect them without bumping yourself off at all. You can? Nikki, you really got an angle? I've been trying to try it. Listen, follow everything I say exactly. Word for word. Blind. Now go to Pinko Shooks' apartment, see? And you tell him... So I, uh, come to collect my two C's, Pinko. I took care of the little rat. I rubbed them out. Pretty sharp operator, Louie, ain't you? What do you mean? I mean, how do I know you're telling me the truth unless I see a quarter? Well, I told you... You told me your true Kenny's remains in a bag of cement and sunk same in the East River. Yeah, that's right. But where's the proof? How do I even know there's a bag of cement in the East River with a corpus stuck in it? Go away now. I want to listen to a radio program. I don't get it either. What are you mumbling about? Go away. Don't bother me. New York. Police report the ghastly discovery of a human corpse just fished out of the East River. The body had been encased in a large sack of cement and then tossed into the East River by some fiendish criminal. Oh, my goodness. Identification has not yet been made, nor do the police... Holy Christopher! Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, you're due to the path. I'll do this. Won't be gal be tickled. Oh, yeah. Okay, then. Here's your two seals. Paper, mister? What do you read? Oh, well, you got. Don't bother to say my good man. I'll buy them all. Sure, why not? The more one is young, you are a financial slave, and I just consumed a clever business deal last night. What's the headline? You're looking right at it. Can't you read? Not with my glasses on. Read away, fellow. East River body identified. Notorious gang leader. Big Al Corelli Slade. Big Al, dude! Hey, mister! Hey, what's the matter? Hello? Yeah, this is room 226. Yeah, this is Kenny Andrews. Who is... Hello? I'm up. Oh, my gosh, it sounded like Pinko. Down in the lobby, coming up to get me. I'm innocent. Pinko, I'm innocent! Operator, operator, get me the police, quick. A man's life is at stake. Who was this, the police? Oh, my golly, they're gonna take me for a ride. The Corelli mob! They think I was tailing Corelli! No, of course I wasn't! I was tailing Kenny Andrews! Who's this? This is Kenny Andrews! I know it sounds mixed up, but look, I'm not a scooper! Okay, you rat, put down that phone and reach. No, no, don't do it, Pinko, don't do it! That gun... Smart as a spot, wise guy. What was my boss you pushed over, huh? Well, I'm fresquing if I was too serious you saying. Ah, ah, here it is. I swear I'm clean, it's a mystery, this whole thing's got me! Shut up! Sing now, why'd you do it, Louie? Oh, my golly, I'm not even Louie! Oh, no? Who then? I'm Kenny Andrews! Honest, you've gotta believe me, Nicky knows! Oh, if Nicky was here, she'd bounce for it. Oh, yeah? Come on in, Nicky. Nicky! Why'd you do it, Louie? Huh? Nicky, Nicky, tell him, tell this guy who I really am! What are you trying to pull, Louie? Another fast one? Why'd you kill Big Al? Me kill him? Nicky, how could you do this to me? Plug Big Al in my dressing room, Pinko. Poor Al. Nicky! Oh, a veil is falling from my face! Such dirty poo! Well, Pinko, what are you waiting for? Let him have it. No, don't, don't! Sure, I'm gonna let him have it, Nicky. After I finish you. Huh? What do you mean? I know you wanted Big Al out of the way, and why. Al told me, see, and this was your chance with dirty Louie here to oblige anyone for a price, you little rat. Pinko, shame on you! Shut up, you, or you'll go first. She is no rat, she's a lady! You'd bump a lady? Wouldn't you? Why, you! Shut up! Come on, buddy! Give him to me! Your parents kicked us apart! All right, all of you! Just have it! Put him out! Hound the wall! First come, Casey. You're all under arrest for the murder of Big Al Corelli. This is Jeffrey Barnes again. In just a moment, we'll bring you Act Three of The Further Adventures of Kenny Andrews. If a common type of dandruff is spoiling the appearance of your hair and you've been trying to combat it with little or no success, listen carefully. Many outstanding authorities contend that this dandruff is not a natural condition but actually is caused by a germ. And the truth is that most ordinary hair preparations are no more effective for fighting this dandruff than plain water is. For like water, all they do is remove loose dandruff. They have no effect whatever on the germ. But double dandrine actually kills the germ on contact. Even in severe cases, results with double dandrine have been remarkable. Now the amazing effectiveness of double dandrine is due to a special ingredient called alzan, an active antiseptic so remarkably efficient that many hospitals use it. And among hair preparations, only double dandrine has it. So try double dandrine and see if you don't agree that most ordinary hair preparations can't compare with its dandruff-combatting effectiveness. If you're not completely satisfied, return the empty bottle and get your money back. Buy double dandrine at your drugstore. BATMAN All right, squirrel food, I'm releasing you before I go nuts. Beat it. Oh, thanks, inspector. We know who killed Corelli and it wasn't you. Nor was it any of the Corelli gang, though we're holding that bad passion's dame as an accessory. Mickey? Oh, she's just bad from the way the world goes. Kenny, much as it grieves me, I'm forced to tell you that you're in line for your share of the reward for the capture of the Corelli gang. How much? Two Cs. Go on, get out of here. Oh, inspector, wait a minute. Who did kill Corelli? If it wasn't any of his gang, you say you know. Sure. You put the finger on him, Kenny. Me? How? By your whole daffy act. If it wasn't for that, we'd never think of comparing the fingerprints on that sack of plaster with those of the real killer. It wouldn't have occurred to us because we wouldn't have suspected the real killer was here in town at the time. But who was it? Nicky Passion's secret boyfriend, who she put up to it all, so she and him could get free of Big Al before Al caught up with him. We're closing in on the killer now. Huh? Well, I still don't get it. Who was the killer? Chicago Louie. What a break! What a windfall! Two Cs! I think what is Schlemiel, his inspector, or his look in the caps of Chicago Louie, is the killer, when Chicago Louie is a myth. Because I am Chicago Louie, or was. Only I am and was Kenny Andrews. So, having a hearty laugh at it all, I just come back to my hotel room just now, and as soon as I get in, there's a ring on the phone. Hello? Kenny Andrews? Yeah? Say your prayers, you lousy wretcher. You're a dead duck. I'm out to get you before the cops get me. But why? What for? What for you impersonated me? What for you put the finger on me, you bum? Oh, my golly! Who is this? Chicago Louie. From Chicago. You see? All you guys listening to me, you hear? I'm really on the spot now. Such things should happen to a dog. You're laughing, huh? There's something to laugh! Drabbed dead. It's smite her! Smite her, get it? Don't you sit there. You got an angle, throw it to me. For crying out loud, listen to me, someone. Throw me an angle! END of condensed a thrilling crime adventure. ["The Molle Mystery Theatre Theme"] The original music for the Molle Mystery Theatre is composed and conducted by Alexander Semler. The Further Adventures of Kenny Andrews was written by Joseph Rusko. Carl Eastman played the part of Kenny. This is Dan Seymour saying goodnight until next Friday at this same time when the Mystery Theatre presents Killer Come Back to Me. ["The Molle Mystery Theatre Theme"] This program came to you from New York's Radio City. This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.
