The Adventures of Sam Spade: Bow Window Caper

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Hey Detective Agency! Hello sweetheart, it's only me. Oh same! Why so modest? Women F.E.H. cannot weather their infinite variety. Huh? They're incalculable wiles. Mirror Man is a leap from the wind. Oh, Sam, you re- Oh.

Who was she and how windy was it? Psych-clonic, Evie. We had to close every window in the house. If you will just contain your natural feminine curiosity for a few moments, I'll be right down to dictate my report on the bow window, Capers.

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A window. A bow window. A bow window is a bay window that you'll look into instead of out of. Look into instead of a... Oh...

Oh, hey. Get your book panther girl and slink on in. I see through that bow window. I mean, whose house was it? Her own. What is it? It was her own house and why was it?

It just goes to show you darling what some women will stoop to. Good job? Mm-hmm. It was a low window. Oh. Well, whenever you're ready Sam. Uh, date November 10. 9. 9. Uh, correct. 1947.

2. Dr. Helmut Reese. I was right for once. Yeah. From Samuel Spade, license number 1-37-596. Subject the bow window caper. Did Dr. Reese. I know that this report will not make pleasant reading for you, but you've paid for it, so here it is.

As far as I was concerned, it all started on Thursday morning when you called it my office. And your story, I gathered it and been going on for some time. You, you will say these are merely the actions of a jealous woman, Mr. Spade.

But I assure you there's more to it than that. It is... it must be a carefully thought-out plan to ruin my career, my... my whole life. In what way, Dr. Rice? She spies on my private consultations.

And throughout my women's patience I can no longer even keep a nurse for more than a week at a time. Seems, hysterics, you... outbursts of violence. I cannot continue my work under such conditions. Why don't you give her a divorce?

No, no, no, no. This is not her desire. If it were, it would be simple. No, she wants to bring me to ruin. She wants to see me on my knees in front of the pomptor.

Why? That is what I want to find out. Why? Doctor, I think you ought to take this case to a head doctor. I have consulted a psychiatrist. The examiner, she's perfectly competent mentally. You see, there is here already some history for which one comes to a detective.

How long has this been going on, Dr. Ray? Since three months only. But in this time, she has reduced me to utter investigation. Dr. Ray's was a very good divorce lawyer right down the hall for my...

No, no, no. I discussed the matter of a divorce with her a few days back. This was her answer. You see, a receipt for the purchase of a gun and this note in her hand light.

I hope you will not force me to use this, Esther. Yes. What do you think she has in line? Murder or suicide? She refuses to discuss it. But one thing I have noticed, since she has bought this gun, a new development, a strange man, watches my house several times I have caught him following.

She might have hired a detective to check on whether you visit a lawyer. Perhaps, perhaps. Perhaps it is very simple, but it is all too strange to be harmed. I have heartedly agreed that it might be Dr. Racing.

And when you checked for $100 bucks didn't bounce, I went to work wholeheartedly. I reached your house on Pacific Avenue just as the streetlights were going on. It's a quiet neighborhood, so I could hear it before I got close enough to read the number on the door.

They seem to be slagging their way toward the back of the house, so I decided to risk an entrance. I found the doorbell, and I was about to punch it when I caught sight of your mystery man.

He was crossing a clump of shrubbery that grew onto the bow window at the corner of the house. He was still there with his eyes blue to the window when I walked up behind him.

Hey, look at me. Come on, come on, you're going inside. Listen, I'm not just a superman. I didn't say you were. I'm just infighting you inside for a better look. I'm warning if you don't let go of me.

I'm not squirming, will ya? No! The kick he landed on me wasn't according to the wrestling association's rules, but I let him get away with it mainly because I couldn't move for three or four minutes, and by that time he disappeared down the street.

When I recovered my faculties and staggered back to the door I didn't bother ringing the bell. I just walked in. The hand fight was still going on somewhere in the upper reaches of the house.

Then a door burst open on the upper landing. And a churled and a nurse's uniform ran down the stairs toward me. Pursued by a pale little woman with a pink face who was brandishing a pair of brass fires on.

You brash passed me, Dr. Race, and headed off the pursuer. It's the puppy! The puppy said, one! Have you gone crazy? Give me those firetubs, give them to me. That's a matter, Hema. Afraid I'll mow your light of love beauty.

What started this? I caught her creeping about the kitchen. She's going to poison my food. Praying to you, Mrs. Reese. Oh, don't bother explaining this, Robert. With more, but fancy, some hers. Don't think I don't know what goes on in that office.

That office where I'm not allowed anymore. That's only because you make the patient so nervous, Esther. I know what goes on. You and those women. That will do, Esther. It will be all right. Very well. I won't have that woman in this house another day, Helle.

Is that understood? Both. You're roommate. I'm going, I'm going. Remember what I said. I warned you both. I... Yeah, they're mis-swabbing. No, don't. I can't. And anymore, Doc. So I tell you it's making a nervous wreck.

I just... Dr. Reese, huh? Oh, Mrs. Spain. You saw you heard? Yeah, coming to my office. We'll talk. I think we'd better. Doctor, there's still one more patient waiting for you, Doctor. Well, just, you have our weight a little longer.

Yes. This, this way. How much longer? How much longer? Sorry, Doctor, we'll see you. Just as soon as we pop it again. Have you been feeling any better with this camera? Uh, sit down, Mrs. Spake.

Thanks, but I can say what I have to say is standing. Your wife's a very tragic woman, Doctor. I wish I could help her. I wish I could help you too. But I can't. You heard her, Doctor.

against Miss Robbins was that a joke there's nothing funny about jealousy but there is this man who watches the house and the gun she bought I call it outside just now oh what did you get him to talk no but I wouldn't worry about him if I were you and about that gun the Constitution says every citizen shall

have the right to bear arms even Parnell Thomas can't Mr. Spade I've not yet told you all if I... Yes. Dr. I'm one-searish when you're up but this patient she's been waiting for more than an hour. Well who is she? Mrs. Kavanaugh. Kavanaugh who? Well has she been here before? Of course last week. Here here's her car. Oh yes yes I'd better get it over

a centering. Yes Dr. and and Dr. I'm resigning. I was I've finished the day of course and then I'm through. I'm sorry. Yes, yes, well, very well, Miss Robbins. I can't say that I blame you.

Good luck. Goodbye, Doctor. Well, I'll be going along myself now, Doctor. No, no, no, no. You must hear me out, Mr. Spade. I have not yet told all. Now, if you just wait until I have seen this patient, please, Mr. Spade, please.

OK, I'll wait outside. Oh, and they give up. Come on in. So you're leaving the doctor's employ in, nurse? I am, I am. Well, Mr. Satan, how does it look from the grandstand? Messing? You don't mind if I finish cleaning out the stairs.

Go right ahead. Thank you. What's the matter with Esther anyway? I could sum the whole thing up in a single five letter word, shall I? You have. Are you going to walk out on him?

Aren't you? Yes. I am. Oh, but Esther isn't jealous of your time. If you don't mind my mentioning it. I feel heartened to think that you noticed I was deaf. Oh, I did, Mr. Stade. I really did.

You don't seem particularly nursing to me. I'm not. Mine. You have a fast pulse, Mr. Stade. Yes, I've been feeling very weak the last few minutes. I need care. Oh, you know, you don't need enough apples, you just ate.

Well, I guess I've finished up. There's that old contract. I wonder... It's just me, will you tell the doctor I left and thank him for me again. Aren't you gonna sayin' before you go? No, no, I'm not.

It only begged me to stay and it's... Well, it's simply out of the question. Oh, the poor guy. I just don't know what I do. I will in this place. For you, Mr. Sade. I did and I told her she told me I was a victim of hypertension and left me with my mouth open and no phenomenon in it.

Five minutes after she'd gone out to the front entrance your wife came down the stairs looking knowingly at me and the door to the doctor's office and left by the same route. Ten minutes after that I was halfway through a 1937 National Geographic that was the latest edition on the waiting room table

and it raised the third paragraph on the natural beauties of Winona County, Minnesota, but I never finished it. The first thing I saw when I entered the room was Mrs. Kavanaugh, your patient patient. Why? Why did he do it?

You doctor was standing over and nervously switching off the rubber glove from your right hand. He tested his throat for pulse and listened to a stethoscope. It was purely a formality. One of the 38 caliber slugs had entered the right temple, the other in torn through the face of the skull.

How did it happen? I don't know. I completed the examination and walked over there to put my instruments away. When I turned back she had a gun in her hand. Before I could stop her she pulled the trigger.

She was side of course. Why? Well I just told her the truth. That there was nothing I or any other doctor could do for her. But she had perhaps a month, perhaps less. She had suffered great pain of course for some time.

You saw her shoot us out, you say? Yes. Yes. The gun, she took it out of my desk drawer. I'd removed it from my wife's room earlier today. I see. Well, Doctor, this is the neatest suicide I ever saw.

No powder burns, and from the way she's lying, she must have shot us off in the direction of that window, at least 10 feet away. She screamed before the shots were fired and had time to fire a second bullet into her head and throw the gun across the room before she fell.

Well, Helmut, at last it happened, hasn't it? Esther, leave this room. I told Helmut one of the husbands would catch up with him. Pretty wasn't he? I don't remember this one. The expression on your face might have been horror or fear of both ducklings.

But your wife was smiling. On my eyes, up to face, I noticed a leaf clinging to the hem of her coat. It might have come from the shrub that grew up against the house. And his shoes were splotched with mud that could have and probably did come from the cultivated far better just outside the window

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I'll back to the Ball Window Keeper tonight's adventure with Sam Spade. Obviously there were two equally good suspects in the Kavanaugh murder. Either your wife had killed her on a jealous rage or you'd killed her with your wife's gun to frame her for the murder.

I decided to let the police worry it out and went home to bed. The morning headlines were a bit of a surprise. Nurse saw it in shooting of mystery woman, Idon. The cops had found Celeste Robin's fingerprints all over the murder gun.

And the item. Mrs. Kavanaugh, the murdered woman, had given a vacant lot as her address and her body was lying unclaimed at the morgue. I decided that they were a visit. Maxie, hey Maxie. Hey, my boy.

Hey, it's good to look on you. How are you, Maxie? Oh, fine, fine. What brings you here, Sam? The Kavanaugh woman. The Kavanaugh, huh? Ah, let's see. Who's with us today? Well let's see who's with us today.

A stiff-bowl, Milton, Schwartz, Kelly, I knew him, nice guy. Figh-gay, ah-ha, Kavana, Rose. Hello Rose. Hey Sam, don't you want to look at Rose? No, I've seen her. Ah, yeah, just check that back in.

Autopsy. Say you do collect queer ones, Sam. Now you take her. Why would anybody in the world knock her off? In her condition, all I needed to do was wait a month, couple of weeks.

That is worse. Anybody claim me yet? Well, that... Oh, something we can do for you? My name is Kevin. I've come for my wife. I was standing with his back to me, and I didn't get a good look at his face as he walked over to the desk with Master.

The voice kept me even before I saw the face. The man I'd thought outside your office window less than half an hour before the murder. He recognized me, he didn't let it show. I waited while he went with Maxie.

When he came out, there were tears streaming down his face. I'd been waiting for two reasons. I had had some questions to ask him and I had wanted to pay back that jolty given me the night before.

I left without doing either. Oh sweetheart, any calls? Lieutenant Dandy of Homicide, Dr. Reeve, and there's a girl waiting inside. and get any name. So you let her wait in my private office? I don't think you mind when you see this.

She's my way of being a knock-out. Well, thank you, Effie. That was very thoughtful of you, don't you? You're welcome, Dad. Sam, please, please don't be angry with me for coming here. I had to talk to somebody.

But you need us a good criminal law, you nurse, Robin. Oh, no. Oh, no. Do you think I killed that woman? How did your prince get on that gun? Don't tell me she threatens you with it and you grab it out of her hand.

No, no, I didn't. I did nothing about it. Take Cane's in her. Say it easy. Would you like a drink or something? No. Thank you anyway. I'll be alright. Well, she came in from shopping three days ago, just as nice as pie.

And she came creeping around. You know how she is. And she said, I bought something today. It's lonely. And without you all this gun out of her handbag. And so took humour. I took it and I looked at it.

I was foolish. Yeah, certainly. When Nico played it, I did sort of something different. And I remember she was wearing dogs. Struck me a peculiar at the time, but I'm so scared. I didn't think of it until just now.

Everything's a little peculiar about this, Kabor. A woman who was dying anyway gets shot. Nobody even seems to know who she was. Doesn't make sense. No, no, it doesn't make much sense. What should I do, Sam?

Give myself up. I think you should. Yes, I thought you'd say that. All right, oh, please. You're a lot of courage. So you don't want to drink? No. No, thank you. I'll be alright. I'll be alright.

Uh, Dundee, Sam Spade. I got the Robin's girl here in my office. She wants to check in. My anxiety to see how you were bearing up under the shock, Doctor. I blew a buck and a half of your money and a taxi all the way out to your address on Pacific Avenue.

My astonishment, you were wearing a look of real distress. I... I don't understand it, Mr. Spade. This confessing... It's... It's not like her. It's all too strange to be harmed. Dr. Reed, I'd like to talk to you alone.

Do you mind Mr. Sade? You're right, Ian. I thought Sergeant in the selling room, but all I could hear was a few vague murmurs. And for no good reason, I decided to have a look at your wife's bedroom upstairs.

The cops had been there before me, so I didn't expect to find much, and I didn't. I was tapping the woodwork for secret panellises, and I mean, when I heard a heavy tread on the stairway.

I wheeled around my hands inside my coat. A jolly looking character and cover-alls was standing in the door. I like drawings. I beg your pardon? Gaggon. I'm electronic. I come to take the equipment. What equipment?

I got a pictograph. She don't need it no more. Ask me, she'd hate too much. Mrs. Reese, I had a dictograph installed? Yeah, her mother type installation. Here's her speaker. Her own design. Looks like a portable radio, don't it?

Where's the other one? Where's the microphone? It's in the Doc's private office. Interested, eh? Yeah, turn them on, will you? Oh, sure. and we'll get it tuned in a minute. Oh, feedback. Wait a minute. I'll fix it.

That's because of the dick the grass. They rigged that. That's nice. I'm the liner. You're turning off a little more.

Oh sure. I'm sure. I've been with him before watching another woman and they... And you used to deliberately in that window and you fired two shots right at it. What gives you?

I'm really... I'm really... ...because of the car because you don't play anymore. Don't let me get his shot off with the same you've been shot. Who shot him? through the window the same man the one watched the whole wholeist turn to get tight me. Nothing. A pleasure. His aim.

Kavanaugh, you're still out there. You got nothing to worry about he's still alive. I missed him. Give me a hand. Come on. I missed him. I was lucky. You're taking the rapier wife's murder too if you're a better shot. He did it. He killed my wife. I was at the wind I saw him but I don't understand his wife's confess. You loved him Mr. Kavanaugh

you should understand that. I guess that's what happens to love when it gets crossed up. Why didn't you tell the police what you saw? They'd have hunted on me. She was a stranger to everyone else. I'd been calling with her suspicious acting like a maniac. She never told me. She must have been going to one doctor after another kind of found one that would give her one ray of hope.

He didn't pain all the time. He'll never let him off. Never. Even after that first visit she made a racist office. I didn't come. I thought she was meeting him on the sly. And I followed to both times. At last time I carried a gun. I might have killed her if what I

suspected had been true. I may sorry Mr. Cabino. I didn't realize. You're pretty late with your regrets doctor. I don't quite figure you either. The prison psychiatrist can't. Dundee homicide. Dundee. Terrap Mrs. Reese's confession.

Come on over and get the doctor. Doctor Reese? Yeah. Oh by the way he accidentally shot himself in the arm. Isn't that right, doctor? A lot. Yes, yes, accident. What? Didn't keep telling me. Why didn't she tell me? I don't know, Kavanaugh. Women. Sometimes they make too much sense, sir.

We don't make enough, or maybe we're all crazy. And that, doctor, raises the crop. The risk of laboring a point is also the a mystery of why a nice girl like Celeste Robbins ever felt for a guy like you.

You have plenty of free time to think it over between now and the trial. If you find the answer, drop me a line. Period, end of report. You know, Sam, that's Celeste. I like her.

I wish we could do something for her. No, I've already thought of that, Evie. Oh, what are you gonna do, Sam? Write that up, sweetheart, and I'll write you a happy ending. Here's how you can find out whether the hair tonic you're using today is giving you what you ought to get in good grooming.

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About that poor, Celeste Sam. Oh, yeah. Well, I made a date with Celeste to take a dancing tomorrow night. She needs cheering up, you know. Oh, what's wrong? Well, you said she needed help. Why doesn't exactly the kind of help I had in mind?

I don't see why it's necessary. Effie. We must each of us give what particular kind of help each of us is particularly equipped together. Very well. She wished she used to make over men just to get the other women jealous.

That she did. Aren't other women silly to allow themselves to get jealous when they know just what she's up to? Ready, I'm just kidding. Sure thing. Go home, Effie. I'm a lousy dancer. Oh, they will have fun, Sam.

Good night, Sam. Good night, sweetheart. The Adventures of Sam Spade, D'Achil Hammett's famous private detective, are produced and directed by William Speer. Sam Spade is played by Howard Duff. Lorraine Tuttle is Effie. The Adventures of Sam Spade are written for radio by Bob Talman and Gil Dowd, with musical direction by Lud Gluskin.

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