090- Figure a Dame

Hired of the everyday routine, ever dream of a life of romantic adventure, want to get away from it all? We offer you escape, escape, designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

Tonight, we escape to a train headed for Calcutta, and an exciting tale of the most sought-after emerald in the world. As Richard Sale tells it in his famous story, Figure a Dame. You do it. You'll figure a Dame.

Take this Mrs. Arthur Bankner whose body I'm hired to guard. A widow woman who wanted a piece of green ice so bad she came halfway across the world with his Rajahore, his whistle stop in the middle of India.

And then to the winter palace of a character named Samurai Dal, him and his English jod for his jewels silk turban, his eyes like hard pennies. Him, I didn't like. This star of Kilimazo, it has finally brought you to me.

What, Mrs. Bankman? Oh, yes, Muradala. Is that how I call you, or is it Mr. Dal? However, you call me Madam, will be satisfactory When you pay me the $150,000 we agreed upon at American dollars.

Give him the money, Joe. I can't wait any longer. Oh, I think I've lived my life for this moment. First we look at the Emerald High, Mrs. Bean. But Mr. Dahl wouldn't... Oh, Joe, it's not done that way.

This is India. A different customs, different manners. How true, Mrs. Banker. First we look at it, an old Brooklyn custom. Ah, Sam. Of course. So Mary-Darl. The Emerald. The star of Kilimanjo, fetch it girl.

At once, so Mary-Darl. Hmm. Goes good with your hersing, dancing girls, with bells on her toes. It's only adequate. I, uh, neglected to ask you this Mrs. Bank. Now forgive me, but just who is this creature?