Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the fear you can hear. Welcome to the world
of your own terrifying imagination. The art of
the double cross, unfortunately, has become part
of the fabric of our lives. In espionage, however,
it is almost a lifestyle. In the world of spies,
for the left hand ever to know what the right
is doing is unthinkable. For the next hour, imagine
that you are Larry Fielding, a 32 -year -old
newspaper man. caught in a dizzying web of circumstances,
seemingly beyond his control. Larry, please change
your mind and come with me. Not until you tell
me who you are and why you sneaked into my hotel
room. You're a fool, Larry. You must know that
the police are looking for you, and they'll be
here any minute. Oh, well you're here now, and
I still want to know who you are. If that's so
important, my name is Carol Johnson. And when
I tell you I know all about the murder of Dave
Wilson, maybe you'll believe that I'm here to
help you. Our mystery drama, The Lady Was a Tiger,
written especially for the Mystery Theatre by
Murray Burnett, stars William Redfield. I'll
be back shortly with Act One. Walking is great
exercise. And with good weather can also be great
fun. But not when you've just been fired by the
editor of the newspaper for which you've worked
happily for five years. Larry Fielding has been
walking aimlessly for two hours, trying to figure
out why Horace Finlay, the editor and his boss,
had refused to give him any reason for his dismissal.
Tormented by his frustrating thoughts and tired,
Larry sits down on a park bench to think. He
is so deep in thought, he is unaware of three
men who suddenly surround him. Larry has only
to look at them to know that he is in trouble.
He tries to get up, but is pushed back down and
the men start to beat him up. Take my money and
leave me alone! If you want money, I know. I
told you, you can have it. Help! Help! Calling
for help when you're being mugged in a big city
park is sometimes as helpful as trying to catch
hold of a windowsill in a 30 -story fall. But
this time, there was a miracle. A stranger has
seen the attack and rushes to help. Took care
of them. They're gone. Oh, thanks. Let me help
you up. Thanks. Thanks, mister. Thanks a lot.
I tell you, I was in real trouble. My pleasure.
Did they get your wallet? No, I... No, no, no.
I got a lot of bruises, but they didn't get a
thing. Say, you're a pretty good scrapper for
a... For a guy my age? Well, yeah, yeah. Hey,
what are you? A karate expert? Just keep myself
in shape. You sure do. Listen, can I do something
for you to show you I really meant thanks? You
certainly can. How about coffee? Oh, sure, sure.
But that's nothing. What I meant was... I know
what you meant. My name's Dave Wilson. Oh, good.
I'm Larry Fielding. Oh, come on, Larry. Let's
have a cup of coffee. You know, I still can't
get over the way you tore into those guys. I
was a commando in World War II. World War II?
Did you think I was in the Civil War? No, no,
I didn't mean that. It's just... What a young
fella like you, World War II might as well have
been in the last century. It was only 30 some
odd years ago, you know. Oh, I know, I know.
After all, I was in the newspaper business. Yeah,
you know, that's tough what you told me about
losing your job. What are you gonna do? Oh, I
don't know. Look around for another one. What
bothers me is the way my editor let me go, no
explanation. You know, we were friends. You'd
think he'd at least tell me why he fired me.
Those things happen. Stop torturing yourself
and begin making plans. No, not until I get this
thing straightened out in my own mind. I think
I'll call my editor to home tonight and... I've
got a better idea. Go out and get drunk, huh?
No. How about a trip to Paris? Are you putting
me on? I'm serious. Well, what are you? A scout
for contestants for some kind of TV quiz show?
No, I am a man sitting on a couple of hundred
thousand dollars. What? And I need a guy just
like you. Now, look. Look, I'm a newspaper man.
Any time a stranger starts talking about a trip
to Paris and a couple of hundred thousand dollars,
I... Walk away without even listening? Yeah.
Even if the man just happened to maybe save you
from being mugged, robbed and beaten up? Okay.
All right, I'll listen, but believe me, that'll
be it. Fair enough. First, here's my card. Oh,
uh, David Wilson Calridge Imports. I never heard
of them. You can call and check me out. I told
you I was in World War II. Oh, look, I'm grateful
to you, but you're wasting your time. Why don't
you shut up and listen? You've probably heard
about the millions of dollars in artworks and
precious jewels that the G .I.'s liberated. during
the last days of the war liberated sure yeah
well i've heard stories well most of them are
true one that i know in particular certainly
is did you ever hear of the lancer collection
lancer lancer no no lancer came from an old french
family and the lancer collection is a fabulous
assortment of diamonds rubies emeralds and other
precious stones which were seized by the nazis
when they swept through France in 1940. A pal
of mine, not a commando, happened to come upon
the collection when the Americans were driving
the Germans back in 44. Wait a minute, wait a
minute. And he liberated it? Exactly. He and
a distinguished Frenchman named Henri Thiel.
What? Professor Henri Thiel? The archaeologist?
That's the man. Oh, come on, he wouldn't... You
were saying something? No, nothing. You were
about to say he wouldn't get involved in anything
crooked, weren't you? Yeah, something like that.
You're right, he wouldn't. But he was younger.
The world was quite different then. And my GI
pal was a most persuasive guy. They decided to
bury the Lancer collection. They did. They drew
a map. And today, Professor Teal is the only
possessor of that map. And what happened to your
nameless friend? He's dead. Professor Teal wants
to return the jewels. That's easy, isn't it?
Not if the professor doesn't want embarrassing
questions asked about how he came by the map
in the first place. Oh, I see. What about you?
Cowridge Imports is a highly respected and reputable
importing firm. I want to keep it that way. Oh,
so do I, even though I've just been fired. You
haven't heard what I'm asking you to do. Well,
what? Come with me to Paris. You're writing a
story on Professor Teal. He's good material.
You'll grant me that? Yes, yes. You'll interview
him naturally. During the course of that interview,
he'll give you a slip of paper which is a map
showing the location of the jewels. You'll later
deliver it to me. That's all you have to do.
You, um... Mention something about sitting on
hundreds of thousands of dollars? That's right.
The Lancer collection is worth that and more.
I'm sitting on it. I intend to return the jewels
and collect a reward. If you want a share in
that, you deserve it. Mrs. Wilson, the report
is positive. Fielding has agreed to go to Paris
with me. He bought the story about picking up
a map showing the location of the Lancerc collection.
Operation successful. You'd better be on your
way, Larry. Your Jewish festeels in ten minutes.
I suppose it's too late to back out, huh? You
can always back out, Larry, but I don't think
you will. There's really nothing to it. Make
it look like a normal interview, take notes.
The professor will give you the map. Slip it
in with your notes. Bring it back to me here.
I'll be waiting. Okay. Larry. Yes. Relax. Sure
thing. I'll see you. Would Monsieur mind if I
join him? I wouldn't mind at all, but I don't
think I'm what you're looking for. But Monsieur
is exactly what I seek. Exactly. And just what
is it you're seeking? To warn you that you are
in grave danger. Why don't you come off it with
that phony accent? If you've got something to
say to me, say it. Oh, Monsieur Bainier Pernod.
Sure. Garçon, Pernod, please. Monsieur, it is
very difficult for me. I do play a role, as you
have guessed. And I am not here by chance. You
must leave, and quickly. You're Pernod, Monsieur.
Not for me, it's for the lady. And for you, I
have a knife. But he's going to die. Do as I
say. There'll be no problem. Simply put his head
down gently on the table, saw, and people will
see another drunken tourist. Your name is Larry
Fielding. You're 28 years old, and you're feeling
marvelous. You've just completed a fascinating
interview with professor Henry teal and You have
the paper that you're going to hand over to your
friend. Who's waiting at Les Deux Magots You
see him at the table where you left him His head
is down, but you're not concerned Dave Dave wake
up. I saw the professor What? Monsieur what has
happened? Well, I don't know. I came back to
meet my friend. He I guess he's passed out a
moment. Monsieur look This man has been murdered.
What? Stabbed to death. You will wait here for
the police. I will. I will not. I'm getting out
of here. Who is there? It is I. Open up. What's
the matter? What happened? The other American.
The young one. He got away. You let him go? He
panicked. Ran. Now what? He'll probably go back
to his room with the Dauphin. You will check.
But aren't the police looking for him? I hope
so. I gave them a complete description. And what
do I say to them if they find me in his room?
Ah, a beautiful young lady like yourself. Get
to him and find out where the paper is. Right,
take my hand away. You promise not to scream?
Right? Right? Okay. Now why have you picked the
lock into my room? Never mind. You have to get
out of here. Not until you tell me who you are.
If that matters, my name is Carol Johnson. I've
been sent here to help you. Oh, sure. I know
about the murder of your friend. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Sent by whom? I'll answer your
questions while we're on the way. On the way
to where? Safety. I don't need to run. I didn't
kill anybody. I'm not about to take off with
a strange girl, particularly not one who's equipped
with skeleton keys. Oh, suit yourself. Goodbye.
Come in. Yes? Oh, you will please come with me.
What for? Suspicion of murder of another American?
Mr. David Wilson. Inspector, listen. Why would
I kill Dave? I've already told you I had an appointment
to meet Dave at the cafe. He was waiting for
me. When I have walked up to a man I just killed
and shake him so that he'd fall down, make a
big scene. That is your explanation. There is
nothing to support it. Well, there's nothing
against it either. There is the word of Louis
Goray. Louis Goray? Who's he? The waiter who
attended the table at which Mr. Wilson and you
sat. The only reason that you are not, as of
this moment, charged with murder is because you
did return. That much the waiter's testimony
supports. Only he says that Mr. Wilson might
very well have been dead shortly after you returned.
And that you had time to kill him. That's a lie.
So you say... Oh, just check with Professor Teal.
He'll tell you what time I arrived, what time
I left. We have been trying. But there has been
no answer. We may have him on the telephone now.
Hello? Eh? Ah? So? Very bien. Merci. All right,
well, what did he say? That was not Professor
Teal. That was his apartment. And his servant.
His servant? There was nobody there when I saw
him. Don't you mean if you saw him, Monsieur?
According to the servant, Professor T. left for
an extended holiday early this morning. And it
is not known when he is expected back. Your name
is Larry Fielding. You're 32 years old, and you
find yourself in prison in Paris, accused of
murder. You know you've been had, and you're
dealing with forces that seem beyond your control.
You have a million questions, and the only man
who could answer them is the man you're accused
of killing. We'll be back shortly with Act Two.
To many Americans, Paris means visits to the
Louvre, strolls along the Seine, or fine food.
But to Larry Fielding, it means the inside of
a prison cell, where he sits accused of a murder
he didn't commit. Fielding knows he's been caught
up in something that involves more than the recovery
of some stolen jewels. However, what he doesn't
realize is that he's the key pawn. in a deadly
game, and the players are about to make some
moves. Come. I don't think it's smart to have
me come here so often. I would not have sent
for you if it were not necessary. Do you still
believe that Fielding knows nothing about the
operation? I do. Then where's the document? Well,
we don't know he ever had it, do we? We know
he visited Teale. We know that Wilson waited
for him at Les Doubagots. We know he came back
there. I think it is safe to assume that he was
carrying the plans. And he didn't have it on
him when he was arrested. Roger arranged to be
there when Fielding was brought in and searched.
He says there was nothing on him. But he wasn't
picked up right away. Exactly. He eventually
went back to his hotel room, as you know. I believe
he has the paper and that he has somehow managed
to hide it. He does us no good in prison. We
shall have to arrange to have him released. And
how do we do that? We don't. You do. Sit down,
mademoiselle. Your passport says Carol Johnson.
That's right, inspector. And I am told you are
in my office because of the... Unfortunate incident
in the Cafe Les Deux Magots. Yes, Inspector.
I... I just had to come here to tell you you
have the wrong man. Ah? And how do you know that?
I'm studying at the Sorbonne. I visit Les Deux
Magots all the time. I was sitting right there
when that man was murdered. Formidable. You saw
a man murdered and you did nothing. Oh, at the
time I didn't know it was a murder. I just thought
the man had too much to drink or was ill. But
the reason I know that you've arrested the wrong
man is that the murdered man was dead before
this young American Fields or... Ah, Fielding.
Yes, well, the man was dead before Fielding ever
got to the table. Fielding came and shook him.
And that was when it was discovered that he was
dead. I'm prepared to swear to that inspector.
Of course you are prepared to swear to this story
that you have just told me. Why not? It's the
truth. Of course, Mademoiselle. Why would a beautiful
young lady like yourself lie to an inspector
of this surety? I'm not sure that I like the
way you say that, inspector. But everything will
be all right if you release young Fielding. You
have told me you will swear to this statement
of yours in court. Therefore, I have very little
choice. Ah, good. But, mademoiselle, I have been
the police officer for 20 years. Long enough
to know that witnesses who appear late with an
alibi for an accused murderer often have reason.
Oh, that's ridiculous. And I also wish to warn
you, mademoiselle, that the Surathe considers
this a very much open case. Oh, that. is the
business of the surety. Au revoir, Inspector.
Gérard, you will follow the young lady who just
left my office. And do not lose her. Hello there.
Oh, it's you. Want to give me a lift? Well, I
suppose I owe you something for getting me out
of jail. Taxi! Taxi! Yeah, yeah, we got one.
Hop in. Oh, thanks. Uh, driver? Hotel Dauphine.
Well, you look pretty good for a jailbird. You
look pretty good yourself for... Come to think
of it, what are you? An American girl in Paris
trying to make a living. What are you? An American
in Paris in need of a bath, a drink, and some
food. You know, you're not bad -looking. Oh,
thanks. While we seem to be exchanging compliments,
can I say you're about the best -looking girl
I've seen since I've been here? Thank you. Now
that we like each other so much, don't you think
it's time we started telling each other the truth?
Yes, I'll buy that. Summon up so I can sleep
here tonight, huh? Oh while you're at it, where's
our food? Wait a minute. That's a different department.
I'll have to call room service again. Oh Maybe
you won't have to bother. Oh Entrez! Your dinner,
monsieur, madame. Merci. Monsieur would like
me to serve. No, no, thanks. No, I think I can
handle it myself. As monsieur wishes. Wait a
minute. Don't I know you I think not miss you
now. Yeah, I've seen you before I'm sure I've
seen you Barry is a large city. Monsieur one
passes people on the streets and this is the
streets the streets That's it. You're the same
guy who was at the cafe. Let do my go sure is
mistaken What hey, whatever come back here? I
want to talk to you. Oh now don't go chasing
him down the hole Why not listen Carol? I'm positive.
He's the same waiter. Just deny it and you can't
prove it But even if you could What do you think
it means? Well, it means... it means... Well,
I don't know. But if I get him to talk, maybe
I'd find out something. I thought you were going
to clue me in. Oh, yeah, yeah. Listen, have you
ever heard of the Lancerre collection? Of course.
It's in the Louvre. The family of Grand de Lancerre
gave it to the museum after it was recovered
when the Nazis fled Paris. What? Well, why does
that shake you up so much? Because it can't be
true. Come with me to the Louvre and I'll show
it to you. Well, that changes everything. Come
on. Where are we going? To the American Consul.
Well? Unbelievable. What? Simply unbelievable.
Do you know what the Consul told me? Ah. I predicted
it, didn't I? Yeah, that's right. He didn't want
to hear about it at all. Just advised me to forget
the whole thing and leave France. Incredible.
Well, not really when you understand that he
doesn't know what you're talking about. But you
do. Some of it. Okay, take me back to the hotel.
Any reason? I'm taking the consul's advice. If
nobody's interested, I'll go back to the States.
Well, now that they've cleaned up the room so
nicely, you're leaving. Well, do you have a better
idea? More than one. Ah, I think I'll take them
one at a time. Number one. Give me the paper
Professor Tia gave you. Well, it looks like we're
finally going to level. Where is it? Well, first
you tell me something. What is it? I don't know.
end of conversation larry listen to me i work
for colonel blake military intelligence i was
assigned to this operation what operation all
i was told was that dave wilson who also works
for us was coming over here with you and that
you were to get something from professor teal
and give it to dave teal worked with you too
he did but now his cover is blown and i don't
know where he is Who killed Wilson? I don't know.
It could have been any one of three or four foreign
powers. Then the only reason I'm alive is because
somebody wants the paper. That's right. And if
I give it to you, then there's really no reason
not to kill me. Oh, give it to me. I'll get it
to Colonel Blake and we'll get you safely out
of the country. No, no, no, hold on, hold on.
I got a better idea. I'll go with you to Colonel
Blake and we'll give it to him together. Now
that would be too dangerous. To whom? Will you
please trust me? Give me a reason. Please, where
is the paper? I... I burned it. You expect me
to believe that? Why not? You expect me to believe
everything you tell me? You admit you had the
paper. And somehow, between the time you ran
from Ledemargo, you managed to hide it in a place
where experts have been unable to find it. I
told you I burned it. And you know that's a fairy
tale that no one will believe. I don't care whether
you believe it or not. Now, are you coming with
me? Where? To talk to your Colonel Blake. He
won't see you. Oh, I think he will. Goodbye,
Carol. It was nice knowing you. I think... You
will kindly step back into your room as you're
feeling. Now, wait a minute. Move! Let me introduce
myself. I am Major Semonovitch. Oh, of the gay
pay you or the NKVD? It does not really matter.
What matters is that you and I have something
to discuss. I warned you. Yeah, sure you did.
Just like a rattlesnake does. I do so dislike
dealing with amateurs. This is strictly a business.
You mean you want to make a deal with me? Correction.
I mean you would find it wise if you wanted to
make a deal with us. For the paper? Exactly.
Where is it? No, no, not so fast, not so fast.
You spoke about a deal? You give us the paper,
we give you your life. You must really believe
I'm an idiot. You people murdered Wilson. That
paper is the only thing that's keeping me alive.
You have my word. No deal. Do you really believe
you have a choice? Carol, call Rudzanski. Make
the usual arrangements. We will wait here. Carol.
Yes. Tell me something. Will I like Rudzanski?
By this time Larry Fielding realizes that he's
been used. That he was never supposed to bring
Dave Wilson a paper telling the location of the
Lancerre jewel collection. But his discoveries
have only added to his dilemma. He was quick
-witted enough to realize that his only hope
was to hide the paper. Because that slip of paper
is his last resort. We'll be back shortly with
Act 3. Newspaper man Larry Fielding sits waiting
in his Paris hotel room, closely guarded by three
members of the Russian secret police, and the
beautiful American girl, Carol Johnson. They
are waiting for a man named Rodzanski, who might
very well be, for all Fielding knows, his executioner.
You know we mean to obtain the paper. Rodzanski
is a doctor and a chemist. He'll be here shortly.
You will be put to sleep painlessly. You'll be
taken from here in an ambulance to a safe place,
and there you will be injected with sodium pentothal
fielding. You will tell us. Look, I don't suppose
you'll tell me what's so important about this
piece of paper? You have heard of the SAM -6
missiles. the surface -to -air weapons with deadly
accuracy that we have developed and which were
used so successfully in minor wars in Asia and
the Middle East? Yes, yes, I've heard of them.
Good. We learned that someone whose identity
we still seek has invented a jamming device which
would render the SAM -6 almost worthless. We
don't believe that any such system can be invented,
but we do not take chances. We have reason to
believe that the piece of paper that you carried
away from professor teals has the information
for building such a device That will be Rojansky
Carol admit him of course Come in doctor This
is the patient now look I really don't think
this is necessary movie is here if you don't
force young man I don't intend to make Now, his
arm. Hold it still. You bought a stretcher? Of
course. There. He'll be under in a moment. So,
we can leave. What is this? It has nothing to
do with us. We are taking a sick man to the hospital.
Put this stretcher into the ambulance. Quickly.
I must apologize, but we received a report from
the Hôtel Concierge that there was a dead man
here. Absurd, Inspector. This is Dr. Jansky.
The doctor will explain this to you, Inspector.
This man became suddenly quite ill. I gave him
a sedative to quiet him, and we're now taking
him to the Lefebvre nursing home, as you can
see by the ambulance. You say he is alive? Very
much so. See for yourself. I know this man. Inspector,
he must receive medical attention. Of course,
of course. But I suggest that instead of taking
him to the nursing home, he go instead to the
police hospital. That's ridiculous. He's my patient.
I am afraid I must insist. This young man has
most recently been released from jail, where
we were holding him on a charge of murder. If
he has been released, then why? Released, yes.
But he has not been completely cleared. So, go
on. Bigon, take this man to the police hospital.
Did you get a report? Yes. And? He'll be conscious
in an hour. And he will talk? I'm sure of that.
He will scream to see Colonel Blake, and then
your cover is blown, and the whole operation
goes fui. What do we do? Silence him. But what
about the papers? We will be faulted for that,
of course. But if we do not have it, neither
do the Americans. Who do we have in the police
hospital? Only Leclerc. We cling. But he can
admit Krojanski. Krojanski's a doctor. He doesn't
need Leclerc to admit him. He can visit his patient
openly. Thank you, my dear. I visit Fielding
and he dies shortly thereafter. That idea does
not appeal to me. We have to do something. You're
both right. Carol. You will be his first visitor
when he regains consciousness. No. Yes, Carol.
Rodjanski, give her your hypodermic kit. I don't
have to do this and I won't. You would prefer
that in my report I mention your failure with
fielding when you had some hours alone with him?
I'll go. That is wise. Rodjanski, give her the
syringe. Here. Quickly. The car is waiting. And
Carol? If you should decide or even think about
changing sides, it would be most unwise. You
know the French police are still most interested
in the person who murdered Wilson. You awake
now, Larry? I... Oh, no. Wake up and listen to
me Larry. What? You've got to listen. Try to
understand me. Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute. What kind of a place is this?
You're safe. It's a police hospital. But how
did you get in here? Where's, what's Rodzanski?
Look, I can understand how you feel and why you
don't trust me, but the truth really is that
I am a double agent. Do you understand what a
double agent is? As near as I can figure out,
a double agent is somebody working for two different
sides, and neither side trusts them. You know,
that fits you to a T. You might just be telling
the truth. I am. I really work for Colonel Blake,
as I told you. The Russians know it. They think
I've infiltrated the U .S. military intelligence.
But in fact... Yes, yes, I know. You've really
done just the opposite. Yes. Worked your way
into the Russian apparatus. Exactly. Oh, Larry,
how can I make you believe me? You can't. Listen,
you were deliberately recruited. The reason you
lost your job was because we got in touch with
your boss. He agreed to go along. The men who
jumped you were part of the setup so that Wilson
could save you. Now, wait a minute, wait a minute.
But that doesn't prove a thing. You could have
learned all that working for Blake and still
be with the other side and... And wait, speaking
of Wilson, how about getting him killed? I tried
to warn him, but there wasn't enough time. It
was either go along with that or blow my cover
and endanger the whole operation. And when I
wanted to give the plans to Blake... You objected.
Same problem if I went with you to Blake or you
went to him after we had talked. My cover was
blown. Now I... Now, and suppose I had given
you the plans. How would that have changed the
situation? We would have had a phony copy that
I would have delivered to Igor and everything
would have been fine. And there's still time
for me to do that. If you will just believe me
and tell me where the plans are. I'd like to
believe you. really I really would please where
are they Larry get me to Blake it's too dangerous
look you see this yeah it's a hypodermic it's
death Igor sent me here with this to kill you
now do you believe me wait wait a minute if you
don't kill me and I guess you don't intend to
What will Igor and his friends think? Isn't your
cover blown then, anyway? Could be, but if I
come back with the plans and say that I got them
out of you without having to kill you, there's
a chance they'll believe me. Uh -huh. Well? I'm...
thinking. Who are you? One of the hospital guards,
monsieur. Mademoiselle, you have been here some
time. How is the patient? Guard. Yes, Monsieur?
Call Colonel Blake at U .S. Military Intelligence.
Tell him I've got to see him right away on a
matter of the utmost urgency. Colonel Blake?
Colonel Blake. I will inform my superior. Now
you don't have to inform anyone. Just call him.
Yes, Monsieur. The Major will be disappointed.
You have not followed instructions. You are a
fool. I would have had the information if you
hadn't come in when you did. I know what you
were ordered to do. What? What's this? The moment
of truth, I'm afraid, Larry. Oh, I know how highly
the Major regards you, mademoiselle. But I also
know what he thinks of me. Tonight we'll change
that. Give me that syringe. Here, right in your
arm! Oh, you... you traitor! I... I knew... Carol,
you... You were telling me the truth. Yes. Yes,
I was. And I had to kill him. To make you see
it. Where is the paper, please? In my hotel room.
Aren't you ever going to stop playing games?
You know your room was searched. Let me get dressed
and I'll show you. If it's not here, there's
going to be the devil to pay. Don't worry, it's
here. Now, I'm the one who has to be shown. Trained
operatives from two special branches went over
this room with everything except Geiger counters.
Okay, okay. Where are we going? The bathroom.
That was searched, too. Oh, I don't doubt it.
Oh, we went through that cabinet. Did you now?
What do you see? Towels. Paper tissues, some
of your toilet articles, we took your razor apart.
Uh -huh, uh -huh, and what else? A roll of toilet
tissue unopened. And as the French say, mademoiselle,
voila! And now we unroll this toilet tissue and
keep on rolling it and... Oh my God! Where did
you learn to open a package and reseal it like
that? When I was a kid, I was the best clerk
in Roscoe's shipping department. Oh Thanks It
was nice knowing you I Really mean that Larry
Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Surely I've
earned the right to buy you dinner. I'd like
to well you'd better or I'll start doing some
talking black man You said it. All right. I'll
meet you at Les Demagos at 10 .30. No way. Let's
try the right bank. La Rotonde. That's a date.
I'll see you. You better be there. Shirts, ties.
Yes, I think that's everything. Come. Oh, it's
you, Roganski. Are you coming with me? I am staying.
Then we shall say goodbye. I do not have much
time. The plane from Moscow leaves at... I do
not think you'll be taking the plane. Are you
insane? You know I've been recalled. Not precisely.
What do you mean, not precisely? Moscow feels
you have bungled badly. So it's not the first
time that an operation has been... First you
were duped by the American girl. You know she
was a double agent? I know now. Did you know
before she killed Leclerc? I was not in charge
at that time. At that time? Now there are two
murders that cannot be hushed up. The French
police must have a murderer to satisfy the public.
Then give them Carol. I only wish that we could.
They want you. You have been chosen to be the
murderer. I am replacing you as the head of this
section. Ridiculous! I won't remain quiet. I
have a lot I could and will say to the authorities
if Moscow abandons me. Now, you listen to me,
Roganski. I have no time to listen. Roganski,
wait! That hypodermic... don't... Igor, you should
be pleased to know that your dying will serve
a good cause. I'm sorry. I'm late, but I thought
there were loose ends that had to be cleared
up Well, I thought maybe you decided against
coming. Oh after all your job here is finished.
Well, yes Now that the Russians know you there's
nothing for you to do it would be suicide to
try to oh There are other things for me. Sure
like getting married to a lovesick newspaper
man settling down raising a family I take it
I'm your first Mata Hari. First and only. Well,
Larry, we're very different from other women.
In our business, you pay dues. And they're heavy
payments. I don't get it. I'm talking about sitting
at another cafe on the left bank. Sitting and
knowing that an agent named Wilson was going
to be killed. Clumsily trying to warn him and
finally deciding. that his death was the way
it had to be. Larry, that's a big payment. But
you can forget about it now. It wasn't your fault.
No, forget about that and forget about LeClair.
Well, you had to... You see, it's even hard for
you to say. I had to kill him. No, Larry, I have
to keep on to justify those things. But, Carol,
listen... Bye, Larry. Thanks for the champagne.
But our dinner, I've ordered dinner. At least
have dinner with me. Oh, we both know what I
have to do. If I ever change my mind, I promise
I'll come running. Larry Fielding sat in La Rotonde
and watched her walk away. He knew she was walking
out of his life. For a moment he toyed with the
idea of running after her and joining her world
of spies. He flirted with the idea that he might
even be some sort of an American James Bond.
But then the waiter brought the dinner and to
his surprise he was hungry and that realization
made him wonder about whether or not he was truly
in love. I'll be back shortly. Back in New York,
Larry Fielding returned to his old job. An old
friend and boss, Horace Finley, who was curious
about what had happened in Paris. Finley kept
pressing Larry to tell him about his Parisian
adventure. Finally, Larry said, I'll tell you,
Horace, in Paris, the food was good. Our cast
included William Redfield, Joan Loring, Roger
DeKoven, Ian Martin, and Chris Gampell. The entire
production was under the direction of Hyman Brown.
This is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return
to our mystery theater for another adventure
in the macabre. Until next time. Pleasant dreams?