Box 13 - "One One Three Point Five" (Old Time Radio, 2012)
Box 13 presents “One One Three Point Five,” originally broadcast in 2012. Identified in established episode listings as episode 31, this mystery-adventure installment stars Alan Ladd as Dan Holiday, the former newspaperman who answers unusual appeals sent to the Star-Times’ Box 13.
Dorothy Simmons asks Holiday to locate her missing brother, Dave, who is hiding somewhere in the city. But a watchful private detective disputes her story, and Holiday’s search leads toward a wealthy recluse, a missing folio, and mounting danger.
Box 13 presents the original broadcast with a newly produced contextual introduction, a short closing announcement, and gently cleaned/mastered audio for a more consistent listening experience.
Chapters:
00:00 Victor Sterling Introduction
00:46 Original Broadcast
27:19 Closing
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Speaker 1: The twenty twelve broadcast of Box thirteen brings us episode
thirty one one point one three point five. Alan Ladd
stars as Dan Holiday, the former newspaperman and mystery writer
who answers requests sent to the Star Times. Box thirteen.
Dorothy Simmons asks Holiday to locate her brother Dave, hiding
somewhere in the city after an allegation has put him
on the run. A private detective follows Holiday and Dorothy,
maintaining that her story is false. Then the search turns
toward a wealthy recluse and a missing folio from Mayfair Productions.
Here is a Dan Holiday investigation with more than one
account to way and now the original broadcast.
Speaker 2: Box thirteen with the Star of Paramount Pictures. Alan Ladd
as Dan Holiday, Box.
Speaker 3: Thirteen, care of Star Times two days ago. I saw
your ad in the Star Times. I want you to
do something for me. Find someone who I know is
in the city.
Speaker 4: You see.
Speaker 3: I think the man I want you to help me
locate will be killed unless I find him first.
Speaker 4: If you're free tomorrow evening, we can.
Speaker 3: Meet in the corner.
Speaker 5: We can meet it the corner of Robertson In thirty
fifth at eight o'clock. Carry a top coat and your
hat in your hand. I'll speak to you anxiously. Dorothy Simmons.
Sure it sounded like one hundred other letters. I get
through Box thirteen when the thing was over, I which
the mail carrier had taken a detour somewhere on his
appointed rounds.
Speaker 2: And now back to Box thirteen and Dann Holliday's Newest
Adventure one one three point five.
Speaker 5: Susie, Susie, Hey, Susie. Oh, hello, hello, Susie. I've been
here for an hour. My name is Holidays Holiday.
Speaker 4: I guess I was will gathering.
Speaker 5: Yes, I guess you would. Why are you staying so
hard at that letter?
Speaker 4: I'm studying it?
Speaker 6: Why?
Speaker 7: Well, I'm reading a book. So the book says you
can tell character from handwriting.
Speaker 5: Oh, and what do you get from that letter from
Dorothy Simmons? Nothing?
Speaker 6: It mus be a great book you're reading.
Speaker 8: Oh.
Speaker 4: I don't understand it at all, but it's fun.
Speaker 5: I'll come back later when we can clear this up.
But I've got a great idea, Susie. What you forget
about the book until I get back. Then I'll tell
you all about Dorothy Simmons. I arrived at Robertson in
thirty fifth at eighty three, a young woman, maybe twenty
five or six spoke to me, and at eight fifteen
we were sitting across from each other in a boot
a coffee shop. She was good looking, smartly dressed, and
talked smoothly and well. But underneath that calm exterior, something
was happening.
Speaker 3: I know he's somewhere in this city, mister Holiday. I've
got to find him before before someone else does.
Speaker 5: Maybe you'd better tell me who this is. We've got
to find my brother. Oh well, how do you know
he's here.
Speaker 4: I've traced him this far, heard from him at all. No,
he's running away from something or someone.
Speaker 6: How do you know that?
Speaker 3: Well, the last time I saw him, three months ago,
he was frightened. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong,
and then he disappeared.
Speaker 5: Your letters said he might be killed. He said that, Well,
any reasons we're saying.
Speaker 4: It, no, at least none that he told me.
Speaker 5: Look, miss Simmons, the city has a perfectly good missing
person's bureau, an aficient set up to help people in
your spot. When I go to the police, I can't
all right, you can't reason.
Speaker 3: I don't know what my brother's done. Oh, I see,
I'm not sure he's done anything wrong, but well he
might have n't.
Speaker 5: And if we find him, what do you mean, Well,
if he's been a bad boy, it'll be out of
my hands.
Speaker 4: You turn him over to the police. Well, of course
you won't help me except under that condition. That's about it,
all right, I agree?
Speaker 6: Fair enough? Now where do we start looking?
Speaker 4: I don't know.
Speaker 6: Oh, what's his name?
Speaker 4: Dave? Dave Simmons.
Speaker 6: You got a picture of him?
Speaker 4: No, that's great, I can describe him.
Speaker 6: I'll go ahead.
Speaker 4: He's about five foot seven.
Speaker 5: He described her brother to me, and as she talked
to a man who had been sitting a couple of
booths away, got up and came near us. At first,
I didn't pay any attention to him.
Speaker 4: I don't remember.
Speaker 5: Then it struck me as funny that he should be
taking such a long time tying his shoelace. Wait a minute,
what's the matter?
Speaker 6: Hold it having trouble?
Speaker 5: Huh?
Speaker 6: I'm talking to me.
Speaker 5: Yeah, I think so. I got a knot in the lace.
Convenient place to get it? Huh? Oh nothing, Are you finished?
Speaker 6: Now?
Speaker 5: What's the idea? I can't stop the time, my shoelace.
Speaker 6: I have no objections.
Speaker 5: And what's up, beef?
Speaker 6: None? I guess what are you?
Speaker 5: Wise guy? Sorry? Wise guy?
Speaker 4: That was he listening.
Speaker 5: If he'd have had his ear any closer, it would
have been in my coffee. Did you ever see him before? No?
Speaker 4: No, I'm sure I haven't.
Speaker 6: Come on, let's get out of here.
Speaker 4: Look he's looking in the window.
Speaker 6: Maybe he just likes us.
Speaker 4: He must have heard me describe my brother.
Speaker 5: He couldn't miss. Okay, come on, he's gone. He was
sure you've never seen him before?
Speaker 4: Oh, I'm positive must have.
Speaker 5: Been following you, following me. Couldn't have been me because
there was no reason for him.
Speaker 6: To tell me.
Speaker 4: But why should he be after me?
Speaker 6: I don't know. Yeah, where are you staying?
Speaker 4: Oh? The Wilmington Hotel?
Speaker 6: Okay, cab?
Speaker 5: Hey, cab?
Speaker 4: What are you going to do?
Speaker 6: But you're in a cab and see that you're not following?
Speaker 4: Oh, but what about you?
Speaker 5: Mister Shulace doesn't know it, but he gave us a lead,
all right, get him?
Speaker 4: When will I hear from you?
Speaker 5: I'll get in touch.
Speaker 4: No, I'll get in touch with you.
Speaker 5: Why shouldn't I call you?
Speaker 8: Please?
Speaker 4: Don't just let me call you tomorrow.
Speaker 5: Okay, here's my card.
Speaker 4: Thank you.
Speaker 5: It's all right, Wilmington hotel driver. I waited for a
cab to follow upon. Dorothy had taken none dead. Mister
Shulace had dropped out of sight, at least until the
next day. It was about eleven in the morning at
my apartment when.
Speaker 6: Come in.
Speaker 5: Well, hello, Oh, I see you wearing notles shoelaces this morning. Yeah,
mind if I sit down?
Speaker 6: No, go right ahead.
Speaker 5: Thanks. I'll admit this is pleasant, but it can lose
its charm this visit, I mean. And maybe you'd like
me to get right to the point.
Speaker 6: Holiday.
Speaker 5: There's maredon that suggestion you want to Hi found you?
No you tailed me last night? Uh huh, good job
I didn't see it. No, nobody does unless I want
him to. Oh, now about the point you mentioned, is
it still lying around holiday? I'll go fifty to fifty
with you. It's generous of you. Fifty to fifty on
what twenty grand? And now, look, we both beat our
brains out if we work alone. If we work together,
we got a better chance. It sounds reasonable. But if
I knew what you were talking about, we could make
more sense. If she didn't tell you, tell me what
what are you trying to do?
Speaker 6: Play KOI with me?
Speaker 5: No, not at all? What your Dorothy Simmons have told me?
Who Dorothy Simmons? What a funny man I am? What's
the big laugh? She said that was her name?
Speaker 6: That's right.
Speaker 5: Suppose I told you she was lying?
Speaker 6: All right?
Speaker 5: Suppose you tell me no, I I think you're on
the level with this. All right, let's stop the funny business.
Nothing doing holiday? What you don't know won't hurtch? And
what about something I do know? In that case, looked
me up here, here's my card, I might come in handy.
Well he left me sitting there holding his card, one
that I read our dac and private investigator. The whole
thing was beginning to look like a bride's first cake.
When hello, mister Holiday, Yes, this is Dorothy Simmons.
Speaker 6: Oh, how are you sure?
Speaker 4: What did you say?
Speaker 6: That name?
Speaker 5: Dorothy Simmons? You show it's yours?
Speaker 6: Hello?
Speaker 5: Hello, I may I see you. I'd love it. Oh,
I had a visitor, visitor who our friend last night?
Seems his name is dacon a private investigator, private investigator. Yeah,
that's right. Now does he mean anything to you.
Speaker 4: Can we talk about it? I mean not over the phone.
Speaker 6: Okay, I'll come to the hotel.
Speaker 4: Oh no, I don't want anyone to know I'm here
besides you. That man might follow you.
Speaker 6: Oh all right, do you name the place?
Speaker 4: Well, there's a drug store down the street from the hotel.
I'll meet you in there in half an hour.
Speaker 6: Better make it an hour.
Speaker 4: I'll ride an hour.
Speaker 5: Goodbye, goodbye. Whatever was going on, it was going in
a circle, with me riding the edge. But it looked interesting.
The girl who said her name was Dorothy Simmons, a
man who said her name wasn't Dorothy Simmons, a missing brother,
and the fifty fifty cut in something that would bring.
Speaker 6: Twenty thousand dollars.
Speaker 5: Yeah, yeah, it had possibilities. But before I went to
meet miss Simmons, I found out about Daggon from Lieutenant
Dacon was a shady operator. He'd come within an ace
of having his license taken away from him on more
than one occasion, but he'd always managed to step the
noose and stay in business. Okay, this look good. So
an hour later I was with Dorothy Simmons in the
drug store.
Speaker 4: I don't know him, I've never even heard the name
Dacon before.
Speaker 6: All right, how about your own name?
Speaker 3: It isn't Dorothy Simmons, So what is it? I can't
tell you now. Please don't ask me why. When we
find my brother, I'll tell you everything.
Speaker 5: Meanwhile, I've got a ticket on a merry go round
and I get dizzy easily.
Speaker 4: You said you'd tell me.
Speaker 5: But I can't fight a mist or a hunt for
someone in a city.
Speaker 3: Dacon must know something about my brother or he wouldn't
have followed me. He must have thought i'd lead him
to Dave.
Speaker 4: Now you've got something, Please find out from Dakon what
he knows.
Speaker 5: I don't think mister Dakon is the type that dishes
out information just like that. Make him tell I'll use
thumb screws or the iron Maiden.
Speaker 4: I've got to know why he's after my brother.
Speaker 5: I'd like to know that myself. And why you won't
tell me your real name. Oh, there are a lot
of things i'd.
Speaker 6: Like to know.
Speaker 3: Let's go to see Dacon and if he tells us anything,
I'll tell you anything you want to know.
Speaker 5: All right, that's the deal. Come on, looks like mister
Dagan's not receiving.
Speaker 4: Try the door, it's open.
Speaker 6: Mister Dakon isn't very private, is he.
Speaker 5: Began? Deacon?
Speaker 4: Why are the shades drawn?
Speaker 5: Mister Dakon likes the dark, I guess.
Speaker 6: And what's the matter?
Speaker 5: I think mister Dakon is all through investigating anything quiet.
Speaker 6: He's dead shot?
Speaker 4: Who killed him?
Speaker 6: How do I know? Hand me that phone? What are
you going to do the police?
Speaker 4: No, you can't do that.
Speaker 5: Look, Dakon's been murdered. I'll do a lot of things
for adventure and excite, but hiding a murder is not
one of them. My brother suppose I told you twice,
if your brother you.
Speaker 4: Don't call the police?
Speaker 5: Not yet, please, I said, hand me the phone, Look
got get up the way.
Speaker 4: All right? Here?
Speaker 6: That's better?
Speaker 5: Oh, operator, operator, give me the police.
Speaker 6: I want to report.
Speaker 4: Operator never mind, the call was a mistake.
Speaker 2: And now back to Box thirteen and Dan Holliday's Latest
Adventure one one three point five.
Speaker 5: Whatever Dorothy Simmons used to hit me, It was a
lot harder than my had and something had to give away,
so I did. When I opened my eyes, Lieutenant Kling
was bending over me. Well, it's nice to know you're
still with us, So I wake up to the strangest things. Hey,
why are you here?
Speaker 9: They operator reported a call from here. Two minutes later,
another tenant passed here and saw this lovely tableau.
Speaker 5: You always lie down and go to sleep with murdered
men always, Oh, why did you hit me with.
Speaker 9: This great, big, nice heavy paperweight? And who's she? Dorothy Simmons?
Speaker 5: I still ask who's she? Well? I told cling the
whole story beginning to end, and when I finished, I
realized how silly it sounded. He looked at me, and
your name should be Alice. This is no wonder, Lennon.
Did your boys turn this place upside down? No? Check
on Dorothy Simmons.
Speaker 9: The woman in the hotel you heard a description, now, holiday,
she hit you and ransacked.
Speaker 5: This room looking for something. But you know as much
as I do, that gives me a whole lot to
go on, as much.
Speaker 6: As I had.
Speaker 5: Yeah. Brilliant, brilliant observation.
Speaker 9: Yeah, and you're in a good spot to notice it.
I don't think. Look, why don't you go to Tibet?
Speaker 5: Can I go now home to bet?
Speaker 6: Yeah?
Speaker 5: Get thanks, And when you find out about Dorothy Simmons,
give me a ring. Well, yeah, sure, sure, and I'll
beat it. I left the room and walked downstairs into
the street. My head was still buzzing like a party
line in the crowded neighborhood, but it was clear enough
to let me see a big limousine. It was parked
just across and down the street from Dacon's office building.
It hadn't been standing there when Dorothy and I went
in to see Dacon. Besides, a face looked out at
me from the rear window. Then the face vanished the
car drove away. Well, this was getting better. A lemousine,
completely chauffeur. I caught the license number, jotted it down
in my head in between a couple of aches, and
went back home. Later in my office, I had Susie
check on that license number.
Speaker 7: I've got it for unit to Holiday. The car belongs
to a mister Josiah Kettering.
Speaker 6: Huh are you sure sure?
Speaker 5: Shy? I don't get it. Ketrying is one of the
richest men in the state. A recluse. Now what connection
does he have with Dorothy Simmons Tacon? And Hello, Susie
is doing there?
Speaker 4: Oh sure? If you kind of cran.
Speaker 5: Mita hardy yeah, hello, go ahead? Still on barely?
Speaker 6: Why I get this through?
Speaker 5: There's no miss Darley Simmons, the Wilmington.
Speaker 6: I told you that might not be a real name.
Speaker 5: Look, I'm not finished. Nobody of that description is registered there.
Speaker 9: Before you ask, maybe I checked all the way through
the answers. Yes, the dream girl Simby doesn't live there anymore?
Speaker 6: Are you there? I'm not much of any place right now.
Speaker 5: Let us stay where we can. Mind if I go
out on there? And meanwhile, how many of your boys
follow me? Maybe I'll need a little company so long
I can.
Speaker 4: Go in there and poynt to count Not this.
Speaker 6: One, susy.
Speaker 5: I'm going to see what mister Josiah Kettering has to offer.
Speaker 6: Yes, sir, it's mister Kettering in.
Speaker 5: Do you have an appointment, sir?
Speaker 6: Yes, tell him. I've come from mister Dacon.
Speaker 5: If you're waiting the four you, sir, I'll give mister
Kitting your missing mother disappeared down the hall, went into
a room, and a few seconds later this way, if
you please, sir, Oh, thank you, that will be all,
Carl and close the door. Well you sit down.
Speaker 6: Thank you.
Speaker 8: You said something about her, mister Dacon, Yes you know him?
Speaker 5: What do you want, Well, did you know Dakon was murdered?
Speaker 8: Eh, mister Dacon was the type of person who invariably
ends up that way.
Speaker 5: Some people do, you know, and some people do the killing.
Speaker 8: That achieves a nice balance. But that's neither here nor there.
What have you come to tell me?
Speaker 6: Nothing?
Speaker 8: I what are you looking at?
Speaker 6: Books? Quite a collection you've got in here? Yes?
Speaker 5: Do you know books? Rare ones? I don't have the
money necessary to enjoy them as much as you do.
Speaker 8: Meaning what, sir?
Speaker 6: Nothing? Hey?
Speaker 8: You you said you came from mister Dacon. Have you
anything to tell me?
Speaker 5: I didn't answer the old man who sat there, leaning forward,
watching me like a bright but aged robin. I could
swear he thought I had something, something he wanted. I
decided to play along, stall for what I could learn.
His hands yellow and thin, tremble, and then.
Speaker 8: Well, answer me, man, answer me. Have you got it?
Did you get it back?
Speaker 5: No?
Speaker 8: Don't idiot you.
Speaker 10: And competent fools. I paid you to get it back.
I paid you now I want it. Bring it back
to me, do you hear bring it back?
Speaker 6: Why don't know where it is?
Speaker 3: Then?
Speaker 8: Why did you come here?
Speaker 6: Because Dacon was killed?
Speaker 8: I don't care about.
Speaker 10: Taking on anything else. But my book's gone and stolen.
Look I kept its place open. Bring it back to me,
Please get it back to me.
Speaker 6: The old man walked to a bookcase.
Speaker 5: He ran his hands of the rawal volumes, then his
fingers stopped at the vacant spot.
Speaker 6: What do you turn back to me?
Speaker 8: More money? I'll give it to you in cash.
Speaker 5: In just a minute. Maybe you had better tell me
the name of the book again.
Speaker 8: I you know Dacon, you Dante first folio. Please please
get it back.
Speaker 6: Why don't you go to the police.
Speaker 8: Hey police, why did you say that? You're not one
of Dakin's man.
Speaker 10: You're not Tye you No, you're all against me.
Speaker 8: Everyone's against me. Everyone wants my collection.
Speaker 10: Get out, get out, get out?
Speaker 6: Who stole that book from here?
Speaker 8: They stole it from me. They knew I couldn't go
to the police.
Speaker 10: They knew, But.
Speaker 8: I fooled him, didn't die. I hired Dacon And but
you are not taking you're the police.
Speaker 4: You won't let me have it back.
Speaker 3: You won't.
Speaker 5: Got to take car on the car. He'll be all right, sir.
Speaker 6: What do you know about this car? Nothing? Sir? Who
saw that book from mister Kellering.
Speaker 5: There was no book stolen. There was a book Ketrying
couldn't let the police know about because it was in
his possession illegally.
Speaker 6: Is that right, sir?
Speaker 5: These books are all he has, yes, I know, and
how many of them are stolen from other collections? Just
the Dante First folios the only one he couldn't go
to the police about. So you hired Daking to trace Sir?
This WoT mean prison for him?
Speaker 6: It mustn't. I don't know. I look carl who stolen?
Speaker 5: But there was a couple here, mister Kipling's sacretary girl.
Speaker 6: Yes, what does she look like?
Speaker 5: She was about twenty five or six, rather pretty. You
a great deal about books. Mister Kittling had placed a
ned for someone to do catalog she answered, And she
saw the Dante First folio. She must have it one
time or another. Mister Kittrin kept this room locked.
Speaker 6: But.
Speaker 5: You set a couple. Was the other one a man?
Speaker 3: Yes?
Speaker 5: He and the girl were friendly. Okay, you'd better take
care of mister Kettery. You won't go to the police.
It would kill him. I can't answer that. Just take
care of him. I'll get something else to do. Sure,
clanging her adds up. The girl in the chaffeur got
away with the folio. The girl being this Dorothy Simmons, Simons,
Smith Brown, what's the name. She and the chauffeur stole
the folio. The girl knew Kettering wouldn't dare go to
the police. Why did she go to you? Here's my guess.
The chauffeur double crossed her, went out with a folio.
She couldn't go to a reputable private detective agency, and
she didn't want the chouf to get sight of her.
Speaker 9: So she picked you for the patsy to find the guy,
the guy she said was her brother.
Speaker 6: And it's got to be it.
Speaker 5: Okay, I'll bry it. But what about Dacon? Either she
or the chauffeur killed Dacon the chauffeur because Dacon was
onto him with a girl because she didn't want to
be trailed.
Speaker 9: That makes sense, And Dacon was going to cross up
the whole thing, grabbed the folio for himself because he
knew nobody could go to the police.
Speaker 5: A nice merry go around with a double cross for
a brass ring and no free rides. Okay, that's the setup,
But where does it leave us find the girl or
the chauffeur. Okay, but something tells me that's going to
be tough.
Speaker 6: And it was.
Speaker 5: But five days the police dragged the city. It was
dead end until cling came to my.
Speaker 9: Office and man answering the Shauff's description was picked up
about two hundred miles from here in the cheap rooming house.
He made a run for it, used as guy, and
he was killed in the folio. He didn't have it,
and he didn't sell it either.
Speaker 6: Why do you figure that if he had, we'd have
heard about it.
Speaker 5: And even if we hadn't, the guy wouldn't have been
hold up in a joint like that.
Speaker 6: Yes, and where's the folio?
Speaker 5: Girl? H The shower must have hidden it, he got
the ideas? No, no, what was found on him?
Speaker 6: Just this.
Speaker 5: Slip of paper.
Speaker 6: What's this?
Speaker 9: Yeah, you can read says one one three point five.
Speaker 5: Well, one three point five that's all there was on him.
And so what's it meaning? You'll guess as good as
mine claiming some place in the city is a folio
worth twenty thousand dollars.
Speaker 6: Two men have been killed because of it.
Speaker 9: Yeah, all we've got is one one three point five.
Speaker 11: It's those numbers code that could be it's on me anyway,
Oh Holiday, clean him, Susie.
Speaker 7: Wow, gee, you're both looking sad. Mister Holliday, Remember what
I told you. I was reading about handwriting.
Speaker 6: Please, Susan, not now? Please?
Speaker 4: Oh what that note?
Speaker 6: One? One three point five?
Speaker 4: Huh?
Speaker 6: One month, Susie?
Speaker 4: What's the matter?
Speaker 6: What have you got there?
Speaker 4: Book? I'm handwriting?
Speaker 5: Clang, look at those books?
Speaker 6: Look at them?
Speaker 9: Huh?
Speaker 5: What's eating you?
Speaker 6: What about them? Look at them?
Speaker 5: Just look at them?
Speaker 6: Cling.
Speaker 5: I know where that folio is. I was sure I
was right, but I wanted to go it a loan.
Playing wanted both the folio and the girl, so I
had to be alone just in case. My destination the
public library. What better place to hide a book than there.
Climbed the iron stairs, the stacks that towered over the
main reading room. I read the index numbers on them
one one one one one two one one three decimal point.
I reached out my hand for a little volume that
stood between books that probably hadn't been taken out since
the library was built.
Speaker 4: Thank you, mister Holiday.
Speaker 6: Oh, Miss Simmons.
Speaker 4: I believe I hoped you leave me too.
Speaker 5: May I have good hiding place? Isn't it way up here?
In the stacks, hidden between books that nobody had asked for.
But let's talk about you, Miss Simmons. You've changed hair,
a different colored dress, shabbily dark glasses. No wonder you
couldn't be found. I guess you would. After all, you
killed Dacon to keep him from finding the Chauffeur's.
Speaker 4: Right, and I'll kill again. I'll kill again and again
to get something that will mean the end of watching
other people enjoy life.
Speaker 6: Hand it to me, Miss Simmons.
Speaker 5: If you shoot, wouldn't the shot be heard?
Speaker 6: Wouldn't you have to explain?
Speaker 4: Give it to me.
Speaker 5: You have great patience. You followed me probably every day.
Now a little more patience won't hurt.
Speaker 4: Stay away, don't come any closer.
Speaker 5: You want this stone, shoot, give it to me, all right,
but you will have to get it.
Speaker 4: Don't drop it over. If you do, I'll kill you.
Speaker 5: That wouldn't do any goodness, Simmons. If I drop it
over this rail, it'll drop three stories into the reading
room below.
Speaker 6: Now I still want to shoot.
Speaker 4: Please please give it to me.
Speaker 5: Then shoot. When you do, this book drops. There are
about fifty people down there. Which one of them would
you like to pick up? Twenty thousand dollars.
Speaker 6: Take a look for Simmons.
Speaker 5: Come on with Simmons, and you'd better walk ahead of
me somehow. I wouldn't want you at my back on
those steep, narrow stairs.
Speaker 7: But you faith you would shoot, mister Holliday.
Speaker 5: Oh, yes, Susan, But she knew she did. I dropped
the book and that gave me time.
Speaker 4: To grab her gee.
Speaker 7: And you think you discovered where the folio was because
I brought library books.
Speaker 4: Here to the often.
Speaker 6: See what reading will do for you, Susie.
Speaker 7: Uh huh. I've given up those books on handwriting, mister Holliday.
Speaker 4: Oh why because I analyzed.
Speaker 7: One sample of handwriting and it said the person was loyal, kind, unselfish, general.
Speaker 5: And who is this paragon of virtue?
Speaker 4: Miss Simmon?
Speaker 5: Oh, good night, Susy.
Speaker 2: Next week, same time, Through the courtesy of Paramount Pictures.
Alan Ladd stars as Dan Holiday in Box thirteen. Box
thirteen is directed by Richard Sandville. This week's original story
was written by Arthur Bully. Original music is composed and
conducted by Rudy Schrager. The bart of Suzie is played
by Sylvia Picker and that of Lieutenant Kling by Edmund
MacDonald Burne.
Speaker 6: Trstensen is in charge of production.
Speaker 2: Box thirteen is a Mayfair production from Hollywood. Wats for
Ellen Ladd in his latest Paramount picture.
Speaker 1: That was Box thirteen Episode thirty one one one three
point five. Good night, and thank you for joining us
for this mystery broadcast.