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Good evening.

Because the television screen distorts the human figure, some people have the

mistaken idea that I'm larger than the average.

I can only say that if you think I am large now, you should see me before

No doubt inspired by this impression, a well -meaning viewer has sent me a

reducing machine.

However, it is so unique, I want to share it with you.

It is amazingly successful in cutting off those extra pounds.

As you see, this is a revolutionary concept in weight

reduction. These exquisite machines come in a number of sizes.

This is the Madame Lafarge model.

Except for two knitting needles, it has no extras at all.

From this they are variously priced up to the salon size, which comes with a

parking lot for tumbrils and a small crowd to jeer and spit at you.

I'm certain you will agree that the advertisements for the salon model do

exaggerate when they say it is fit for a king.

But we have a dramatic show to present. If I were a critical man, I would say

the production could be vastly improved by some judicious pruning.

For example, this.

Three. Oh, you're good.

Very good.

You're good at everything, aren't you, Conan?

Oh, I don't know, Peter.

As the man said, just lucky, I guess. Oh, not lucky, just good.

Lisa doesn't think you're lucky.

Not Lisa.

She thinks you're good, too.

Don't you, Lisa?

Oh, I think Benny's very good in lots of ways.

So far, he's beaten you at cards, billiards, and at your own favorite

golf.

Which reminds me to remind you, did you pay him the $50 he won from you

yesterday?

$50. I mustn't forget the payoff bets.

I'll write a check.

My check good enough for you, Conan?

Sure it is.

But I still don't want it.

However, if you insist on paying off a bet, you lost this last game, so

chug it down again.

What a lousy game.

Well, here goes nothing.

I think that's enough for now, old man.

Not so fast there.

You've got to give me a chance to win.

Tomorrow's another day. I'll give you a chance then, all right?

Tomorrow is too late.

I insist.

Now. Right here and now.

Take it easy.

You'd better lie down for a while.

Come on, Peter.

Take a nap. What does he know about it?

You don't fool me, Lisa. I know you.

Who's back calling 50 years anyway?

Just a friend, Peter, that's all.

Ben, what makes a man change so much in just two short years?

When I first married him, He seems so strong, so capable.

Well, no one really knows what makes a man the way he is.

What forces him to do the things he does.

It's for me, pretending to be a psychiatrist.

No, Ben.

But you're kind, steady, dependable.

Just the way a man should be.

It's getting dark.

Dusk.

The loneliest time of day.

Is it that way for you too?

Is it that way for everybody in the world?

Only for those who don't have anyone.

When this solitude finds you out and you look for the face you love, but it

isn't there.

And you listen for a voice.

It isn't there either.

Lisa. I think I know what you're going to say.

It's a crazy world, isn't it?

And you hardly know me.

Is that what you were going to say?

No.

What I was going to say is... Just two short weeks ago, I didn't even know you

were alive.

And now, now you're the most important thing in my life.

I can't help it.

I hope you mean that.

Because I love you.

I know, darling.

It seems as if I've been waiting for you all my life.

And yet... What?

You're right. Even though you won't say it, we do know so little about each

other. I know I love you.

I haven't since the first moment I saw you.

As far as my past life is concerned, there's really not much to tell.

Keep talking, darling.

I love the sound of your voice.

You know, it's the first time we've ever been alone together.

Peter's in there.

He'll be out for hours.

And he also fired the servants this morning.

Tell me, why didn't you ever get married?

Because I knew that somewhere in this world there was someone like you.

I'd never met her, but I wouldn't settle for less.

So I remained in Arizona and kept busy with my mine.

Mine? A gold mine?

No, darling, a silver mine.

Although I must admit it kept me in beans and sourdough and an occasional

to Europe thrown in.

Or at least it used to.

Used to?

Are you having problems?

No, no, no, it'll all work out.

Business worries can make a person sick.

Very nearly did me.

Three years ago when my father died, he left the business to me.

Then after I married Peter, I gave him authority to manage it. When I found out

what he was like, I asked him for a divorce.

He just laughed at me.

With the community property laws... Your themes were orphans of the storm.

The financial storm, that is.

But we'll make out.

Come on. It's all right, Mr. Conan.

Maybe I should call you Fred Sheldon or Terry Lord.

I think you're making a mistake.

People are often mistaking me for someone else. Is that so?

Know who I mistook you for?

No, and I don't care. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm on my way to breakfast.

I'll tell you who I thought you were.

And I could stand some coffee myself.

Or we could sit down here for a couple of minutes.

No use causing a scene if we don't have to, is it?

This is highly embarrassing.

Now, what in blazes are you talking about?

About a lad named Fred Sheldon.

Wanted for bigamy in Miami.

This Sheldon's a real dog.

He's lived off women for years.

Bleeds widows, black males marry dames.

Anything for a buck.

And when he's through with them, some of them take overdoses of sleeping pills.

Oh, very interesting.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, let's look at it this way.

Last year, at this time, he was posing as Terry Lord, a retired Air Force

colonel. This year, he calls himself Ben Conant and pretends to own a silver

mine.

And where do you come in? Oh, yes.

My name is Moss, Alvin Moss.

Ten years on the San Francisco Vice Squad.

I'm a private investigator now, semi -retired.

Would you believe it?

My client pays me 40 bucks a day for the past two weeks to check on this Sheldon

character.

And who is your client?

Let's not be naive.

Try it.

Go on, shout it.

I've been worried about your phone call.

You found it so mysterious.

I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to be.

But I had to see you.

Then there is something wrong.

What is it?

Well, it's not very pleasant.

Have you seen Peter at all today?

No, he was still out when I left.

Why?

Because I wanted to tell you before anybody else did.

I'm afraid your husband is having us watched.

No. He probably knows all about Last Strike by now. No, Ben, he can't. I'm

afraid so, darling.

This morning, a nasty little private eye character threatened me at my hotel.

That's just like Peter.

Not enough nerve to come to you himself.

Not only that, apparently he's paying this man to throw mud at me.

Telling me you're a crook, con man.

I don't know what else.

I'm sorry, darling.

I don't know what to say.

You should have never gotten involved with me.

We are involved.

And it's our problem.

Now what are we going to do about it?

What can we do?

Peter is jealous.

And now with this he'll be really dangerous.

Ben, I'm scared.

I've got to leave Peter.

Tonight.

And don't forget, darling, with the evidence your husband has, he can fight

in court.

He'll take you for everything you've got.

I can't let him do that.

No, I'm... I'm the one who's leaving.

No.

Let Peter keep the business. He's ruined it anyway.

I've got you, Ben.

And you're everything that Peter isn't.

You're successful and... Successful.

Everything bad happens at once.

This came this morning.

I don't understand.

I can't meet my payroll. They're closing the mine. That's what it means.

But surely there's something you can do.

Sure, sure. I can sell out to Tri -State Mining a big outfit for peanuts.

Fifty thousand dollars.

How much money do you need?

I don't know. I suppose ten thousand would do it.

What a fool I am.

A month ago, I had the money.

Right now, I'm broke.

I'd do anything, darling.

I'd work, I'd make sacrifices.

I know that that sounds stupid, corny, but I would.

You could sell out a tri -state.

You'd have $50 ,000 and you could get another position.

It's not so easy these days.

And I...

I couldn't do that to you.

I know it's awful of me.

But I wish Peter had never survived that heart attack last month.

I wish he was dead.

With the heart the way it is, maybe... And don't worry, darling.

We'll make out.

I'm going to get us two reservations on the flight for Phoenix tonight.

Oh, wonderful.

I think you'd better see your attorney this afternoon.

And I, uh... I'm trying to have a talk with Peter.

What time would be best to see him?

About four.

He's usually up by then.

I love you, darling.

I came to say goodbye.

You got a nerve coming here.

But then, your type of business takes care of, doesn't it?

You want me to go away, is that it?

To stop seeing your wife?

Of course.

Although I must admit, you and Lisa are two of a kind.

Their moral is a couple of tiger sharks.

she married me for what she could get out of me.

But I hardly dreamed that she was such an incredibly gracious woman.

And why are you so anxious to keep her?

Unfortunately, I happen to be in love with her.

And her money?

You've got to be joking.

About what?

I spotted you.

to pick up my cigarette lighter.

I forgot it last night.

Convenient.

Where's Talbot?

I don't know.

I guess nobody's here.

No?

Then how'd you get in?

I knocked.

I rang.

Door was open. Isn't that always the case?

Did you find your lighter?

I haven't had a chance to look.

I just got here.

I hear water running somewhere.

Let's take a look, Freddy.

I've got better things to do.

I said let's take a look.

In there, Freddy.

So you did it. You really did it.

I'm surprised. I didn't think you had the guts. Are you out of your mind?

I heard you've been threatening his life.

You're crazy. I never threatened him. From con man to murderer in one easy

No, no, you got it all wrong. It was his heart.

He had another attack just like before, but this time it killed him.

You could do better than that.

Talbot's heart was fine.

But I know it. His wife told me. Talbot was one of the richest men on the coast.

If he was thick, you'd think he wouldn't have a pack of doctors.

You're making it up.

You're trying to frame me.

He didn't have any money. He was sponging off his wife.

You're killing me, Freddy. Look up Talbot and Dunn and Bradstreet.

Over that way.

But first, I'm calling my client.

Client?

He's dead.

Yes, Freddy, I said my client.

The one who hired me and pays me.

Lisa Talbot.

way lisa and ben conan did not get married if any of you are wondering her

studies would not permit it she is working on an advanced degree at a large

state penitentiary where she must remain in residence some 20 years i know many

of you would like to see me use this machine i shall do so in just one minute

faster than my sponsor

Next week we shall be back with another story.

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Good night.