The CBS Radio Mystery Theater presents... Come
in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome to the
sound of suspense. Welcome to the fear you can
hear, but mostly to the world of terrifying imagination.
The story you're about to hear concerns one of
the most unusual killers in the annals of crime.
A brutal murderer who carries not one but four
deadly weapons wherever he goes. A huge monster
of a creature weighing hundreds of pounds. But
this isn't a horror story. In a way, it's a love
story. It's called The Horse That Wasn't For
Sale. And now that you've heard the title, you've
already guessed the identity of our killer. But
that doesn't mean you know what Stargazer is
really like. The Horse That Wasn't For Sale was
written especially for the Mystery Theatre by
Henry Slusser and stars Mercedes McCambridge.
I'll be back shortly with Act One. Our tale begins
in an idyllic setting. Picture the gently rolling
hills of a horse farm in the early days of autumn.
The colors of the trees all red and rust and
differing shades of amber. See the ranch house
nestled comfortably in the valley. The long row
of white stables. But now you may notice something
unusual about this farm. The stables are empty.
No horses, nay, and winnie in the paddocks. The
only sound is the tapping of a typewriter. And
at a desk in the front room sits a very handsome
and very sad -looking young lady whose name is
Chrissy Runyon. Judge Simmons, I thought it was
only fair that I tell you the whole story about
Stargazer so that at least you'll know the animal
isn't entirely to blame for what happened. It
began on the day my father was buried. And, of
course, it began with our trainer, Clem Burnett.
He was all alone at Runyon Farms that day. And
he took advantage of the fact to sample some
of daddy's best bourbon. Ah, shut up, you. Stand
still if you want to get rushed. What's the matter
with you? Stand still, you mangy beast. but I
love how there goes the flash to phone now. We've
got one job to do, it's another. All right, all
right. All right, all right, I'm coming. Hello.
Mr. Burnett, it's Chrissy Runyon. Oh, hello,
it's Runyon. How is everything out there? Everything's
fine, just fine. What about Bobalink? Is she
still off her feet? Bobalink's fine, just fine.
Tell me, how was the funeral? I'm calling to
ask about the horses, Mr. Burnett. Is Stargazer
still restless? Well, that horse ain't been nothing
but restless since the day he was foaled. Well,
then don't trouble him, Mr. Burnett. Do you understand?
until she gets here. Miss Chrissy Runyon is the
only one you ever cared for, right? Well, you
can wait until she gets here and takes care of
you, because I won't. better than I do, Judge
Simmons. You viewed the remains of his body for
the inquest. That was something I couldn't bring
myself to do. I'm sure you remember the day after
the hearing, when you asked me to dinner. Please,
Judge, why don't you tell me what's really on
your mind? It's about Stargaze, eh? Well, I appreciate
your accepting this date. I know you're anxious
to get back to the city. No, I'm anxious to get
back to my home, Chuck. Yes. It's hard to think
that Runyon Farms isn't your home anymore. Well,
it hasn't been for years. You know that Daddy
and I didn't get along. Yes, I know that only
too well. Your father used to say the only thing
that keeps Chrissy coming back is that horse,
Stargazer. And you were right the first time.
It's that horse. Yeah What about it? Well, I
think you know Chrissy Even though I handed down
the verdict I did about poor Clem Do you know
what that man was doing to stargazer? As I heard
testimony remember well, it's the truth judge.
He was deliberately starving the poor animal
He was depriving it of feed and water and that's
why stargazer did What he did Chrissy? because
he stopped thinking that animals are so aware
of human motives. Now, I love horses too, but
I don't give them that much credit. Well, they
know cruelty from kindness. And you think it
was merely Burnett's cruelty that made Stargazer
stomp him to death? Yes, I do. Then what about
Clayton? Well, what about him? Clayton wasn't
killed. Are you telling me that he wouldn't have
been killed if your father hadn't reached the
stable in time? I didn't know that you knew about
Clayton. Your father told me himself. I didn't
realize you... He swore me to secrecy because...
Well, because he knew how much you loved Stargazer.
He's my horse, Judge. Daddy gave him to me. Yes,
but he didn't know that he was giving you a killer.
Oh, don't say that. You can be glad I didn't
say it at the inquest, Chrissy. Now, I was tempted
to, let me tell you. It was only the fact of
you sitting there with those big blue eyes of
yours filled with tears if I was crying for my
father. Yes, yes, of course. But you were crying
for your stargazer, too. Now, you're afraid the
verdict would be against the animal and the...
that somebody would have to put a bullet in that
proud head. Judge, please don't say such things.
Chrissy, you're not going to allow Stargazer
to be sold, are you? Is that why you wanted this
lunch, to ask me that? The horse cannot be ridden.
Not even you would dare ride him again. A horse
doesn't have to be ridden. Chrissy, your beautiful
stallion is mad. Mad? Killer mad. The way some
animals get when they're treated just a little
too coolly. But Stargazer wasn't ever treated
that badly. Between Clayton and Burnett and you,
you're... Me? Yes, Chrissy. Yours was the greatest
cruelty of all. What do you mean? Your horse
loved you, child. And you left him. You went
out of his life, and you stayed out of it. Well,
I was in college. And afterwards... Well judge
I did have a life to live I didn't want to live
it under the thumb of my father yes Stargazer
forgot kindness and learned indifference and
cruelty and he went mad Now you have to do something
for him judge. Please listen to me. I know he's
valuable Chrissy I know your father left you
with too many creditors and stargazer will Probably
bring you a higher price than any other horse
on the list eight maybe ten thousand from the
start farm judge Simmons You needn't have worried.
I made up my mind about that even before Stargazer...
even before Burnett was killed. He's not for
sale. You mean that, Chrissy? I'm putting every
single horse up for auction. But not Stargazer.
Just a moment. Good morning. Oh, hello. You remember
me, don't you? Alan Collin from Wild Brook Farm?
Yes, of course I remember you, Mr. Collin. Well,
I thought you might have forgotten me. It's been
a couple of years since we've seen each other,
Miss Runyon. I remember you. In fact, I saw you
at the auction. Well, well, I'm flattered that
you noticed me. You bought three of my father's
horses. Yes, yes, I bought three. I meant to
buy four. Listen, do you mind if I come in? Oh,
please do. I was really shocked when I heard
he died. He wasn't a youngster, of course, but
just the same. My father was 71. I always figured
he was younger seeing as how he had such a young
daughter. But I know it took Will a long time
to get around to marrying. He was practically
40 by then, wasn't he? But then, that's how your
father was, always putting things off. Including
paying his bills, huh? Is that why you're here,
perhaps? I beg your pardon? No, I know that you
were on my father's list of creditors. Well,
but that's not the reason I came to see you.
You see, I bought three horses at your auction,
but I meant to buy four. The only reason I didn't
was because the horse I really wanted wasn't
for sale. Huh. You mean stargazer? Hey, I suppose
you think I believe those rumors about the animal
Well, I don't I've been around horses all my
life a good thoroughbred doesn't go crazy overnight
So any compunction you might have about selling
him you're mistaken Stargazer was kept out of
the auction at my request He's my horse And I
don't want him sold. Well, I attended the inquest,
you know. I listened to every word and I know
Burnett mistreated the animal. That's why he
got stomped. Mr. Burnett was a fine trainer.
Oh, yes, yes, yes, indeed. The point is that
I'm willing to take my chances, Miss Runyon.
I won't ask you to cut the price because of a
horse's reputation. There's no price tag on him.
I'm sorry. I'm just writing, and you're still
a sporting woman, aren't you? Would you be willing
to make a little wager? What? Why, I've ridden
horses with reputations five times worse than
stargazers, and I can prove it. Now, if I do,
will you talk about a sale? No. Oh, you're your
father's daughter, all right. Everybody said
Will ought to raise mules. It would have been
more in character. Now look, you don't have to
worry about me. I was born in a saddle. If anything
happens, the responsibility will be all mine.
Your responsibility? Do you really think I care
what happens to you? Yeah, but nothing will.
If you were at that inquest, you know what it
means if Stargazer hurts anybody again. They'll
destroy him. and they'll have the legal right
to put him away. And I won't let that happen.
But it won't be that way. It will. There is something
wrong with Stargazer. I've known that for a long
time. And I think Daddy knew it too, but he gave
him to me thinking that I might win him over
with kindness. Well, I failed, you see. And now
when he feels that hateful weight on his back,
he... Oh, please. Please. Go, Mr. Carlin, please.
All right, Miss Runyon. I'm just so terribly
sorry you won't let me prove you wrong. Oh, dear.
I should start my packing. Feels like the whole
morning is gone. Oh, no. I hope that man isn't
bothering Stargazer. We must be out at the stable.
Mr. Carlin, don't! Please don't! Mr. Carlin,
don't! killer horse, but Mr. Carlin won't admit
he can't win Stargazer's heart and perhaps win
Stargazer himself. We'll find out what becomes
of both of them when I return shortly with act
two. to a rider's touch and knows when they resent
it. But there are times when even the best horseman
allows his ego to override his common sense.
And Ellen Carlin is about to learn that his time
is now. Oh, yes, Miss Runyon. This is Sergeant
Beggs. Oh, Sergeant, one of my horses was removed
from... I mean, uh... He ran away. Oh. I thought
all your animals were auctioned off, Miss Runyon.
No. No, there's one that wasn't sold. His name
is... Listen, maybe he's still around the farm
somewhere. Maybe I better just go out and look
for him. Well, if you want to give me a description
of the animal... No, no, no. It's all right.
I just lost my... head permanent I'm sure he's
around the property somewhere and I'll find him.
Don't worry. Whatever you say miss. I'm sorry
to have troubled you. Goodbye. Of course I knew
that Stargazer wasn't around the farm. I knew
where Stargazer was. Somewhere near the woods
with Alan Carlin on his back if he was still
safely in the saddle And I knew that I had to
find them. I Saw Carlin's automobile park outside
And I decided to take it instead of my own so
that I could send mr. Carlin back where he belonged
I Just hoped and prayed that I wasn't too late
I hated driving. All my life I preferred a saddle
to a driver's seat. But I drove Alan Carlin's
car like a reckless idiot, taking every curve
as if it was a race course. Stargazer must have
been traveling swiftly because there was still
no sign of them when the road ended and became
a forest trail. Only a horse could travel that
pathway. So I stopped the car. I wasn't afraid
of the forest. I'd spent half my life on a trail
that led into the deepest parts of it. But now,
for the first time, I felt afraid of it. Afraid
of what it might conceal. And then I heard a
sound that froze me in my tracks. Star Geezer!
Star Geezer, where are you? Star Geezer! He just
won't be ridden. Nobody can ride stargaze. They're
not even me. You're lucky. Oh, no. Oh, no. It's
a head. Oh, no. You killed him. He's dead. He's
sample to death. Oh, dear God. How could you
let this happen? It isn't right. It isn't right.
No, no, no, Stargaze. I'm not angry, not with
you. My poor animal. No, it's his fault. It's
all his fault. Oh, damn you, Colin! Why did you
make this happen? Why? No, don't, don't worry.
Don't worry, Stargazer. I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you. That wouldn't be fair. It just
wouldn't be. Only what can I do? They'll find
out. Somebody will find out. I looked at Carlin's
dead body. And I thought, what if I simply left
it there? Just left it. To yesterday's dead leaves
and this year's snow. By the time they found
him, Stargazer would be safe with me in Washington.
But then I realized that would never work. They'd
see the hoof marks on his face. They'd know.
That policeman I called would remember him. They'd
come for Stargazer and they'd put a bullet in
his head. No. No, I couldn't leave Alan Carlin
there. Not with the story of his death so clearly
marked on his face and his body. Or maybe there
was something else I could do. What if... I obscured
the story of that death. What if I just obliterated
it? Yes, that was my answer. Helen Collins' automobile
was only a hundred yards away. If I could get
him there, I bent down and put my hands under
his arms and I tried to lift him. He was so heavy.
Dead weight. How could I drag him to the car?
No, it was impossible. I could only move him
a few inches along the ground. The slippery leaves
beneath his body helped a little, but I just
didn't have the strength. And then Stargazer
gave me the answer. If I could manage to secure
the body to his harness... if I could attach
it somehow to the reins, or even to the stirrup.
It was horrible, I knew that. But the thought
of what might happen to Stargazer was even more
horrible, more unbearable. And finally... Finally...
I managed... I dragged that man's body out of
the woods, using Stargazer as my strength. And
I put Alan Carlin... into his own automobile.
And I started the engine. There was only one
logical place to take him. It was the canyon
road, of course. I knew how steep that drive
was, how dangerous it was, that's why so few
cars traveled it. And I was lucky, for me, the
fact that the road was empty, because it made
what I had to do so much easier. It almost seemed
like a sign from heaven that what I was doing
was right. And then, at the beginning of a steep
grade, I stopped the car. And I looked at the
edge of the precipice. And then I looked at Alan
Carlin's body. And for a moment, my nerve deserted
me. But then I put down the parking brake. I
shifted the car into drive, and I got out. And
I reached below the dashboard and released the
handbrake. And for a moment I thought I'd have
to push the car to start it sliding down the
grade toward the edge. But then gravity became
my confederate, and the car began to move of
its own accord. The door slammed shut as the
wind caught it, and with gathering momentum it
headed straight for the guardrail, straight for
the canyon below. and the guardrail gave way
and the car and the man and the whole horrible
problem went over the edge and when it struck
the bottom the impact was so shattering I knew
that stargazer could never possibly be implicated
in that man's death then I made the long walk
back to the woods Back to my horse to my old
friend who stood patiently tethered waiting for
me Trusting Yes, Sergeant. Well, I just thought
I'd call and see if you had any luck about finding
your horse, I mean. Oh, yes, I found him. I was
foolish to have panicked. He hadn't gone very
far after all. Oh, good, good. Still on the property.
Yes, yes, yes. Yes, he was. That was silly of
me. He was just a short distance away. Well,
that's fine. That's just fine. I'm glad to hear
it. Better make sure you keep that stable door
locked. Yes, I will. Thank you very much, Sergeant.
You're welcome, Miss Runyon. Bye. Goodbye. I
think I could use a drink. Oh, no! No, quit!
Hello! Hello, is this Miss... Is it Runyon? No,
the name is Runyon. Who is this? What do you
want? Well, I was wondering if you were going
to be home this afternoon, Mr. Runyon. A little
something I wanted to talk to you about. No,
I'm sorry. I have a great number of things to
do today. I can't receive visitors. of what you're
talking about. Percy Runyon has woven herself
a tangled web and one in which she herself seems
to be caught. It begins with a sound that strikes
terror into the heart of young Chrissy Runyon.
She hesitates before she answers it, afraid of
the man who might be on her doorstep. Miss Runyon?
Mr. Fryett, I've never seen you around here before.
Well, I'm new, Miss Runyon. I come from out of
state. I used to work in West Virginia at the
Algonquin Farm. You know it? I heard of it. Well,
I used to be a trainer there a long, long time
ago. Then they had me doing grooming work and
junk like that. I said, no more of that, I said.
Mr. Fryett, will you please come to the point?
What did you mean about Mr. Carlin? I don't know
what you saw or think. You saw. I've seen you,
Miss Runyon. I've seen what you did. Well, whatever
you think you saw, you were mistaken. I didn't
even know your boss, Mr. Carlin. And to accuse
me of killing him... Oh, but that's what you
did, all right. Now, you pushed that car over
the cliff, and poor Mr. Carlin was in it. My,
my, you must have really hated that man. Well,
what'd they ever do to you? Did it get fresh
or something? Mr. Fryett, you're completely wrong.
I swear, you're mistaken. Well, alrighty then,
I'm wrong. So you don't mind if I tell the police
what I saw? Now, I figure they're not so dumb.
They can go looking for footprints or something
up there, like tire tracks and stuff like that.
It was an accident. Of course, sir. I don't have
to tell them what I saw. What do you mean by
that? I wear what I sit. Ain't no law saying
a man has to tell everything he knows and What
would stop you? If I like the person no, that's
not what you really mean is it now you take mr.
Carlin Well, I only worked for the man a week
and I could tell already that he wasn't such
a nice fella I did not kill him. Mr. Carlin Miss
Runyon, but you see, there I was in that canyon,
taking a ride on the old mag they let me use,
and I seen that car stop there. And now just
for the heck of it, I put my field glasses on
it. That's how I come to see it all. But you
don't understand why I did it. Oh heck, I don't
care why. Now I told you I didn't like the man.
Sure could sit a horse though. Now I'll give
him that. I swear to you he was already dead.
People around here know that he treated your
Paul pretty bad. Can't blame you for what you
did. You must believe me. Mr. Collin was already
dead when his car went over into the canyon.
He'd been killed by... by an accident. I had...
My reasons for doing what I did sure miss sure
you did and you can just tell the police all
about it No, no, they may not Understand yeah.
Yeah, that's true enough. Yeah, they may not
understand. I mean not the way I do But just
the same they asked me questions about it. Now.
I'd have to tell them what I know Well, unless
of course sir. I wasn't around to tell him anything
not around Well, with Mr. Carlin dead, there's
not much point in me hanging around Wildbrook
much longer. Maybe I ought to move on. He'll
find me another job. If I did that, well, I wouldn't
be here when the police came around. Understand?
No, I'm not sure I do. If I could get me a steak,
now I'd leave right away, tomorrow, maybe. That
wouldn't take much. Four or five thousand maybe,
huh? That ought to be enough. Don't you think?
Oh, wait a minute. Better round it out to five.
Five thousand would do her, Miss Runyon. Do you
expect me to give you that money? Well, it would
sure help if you did. But that's impossible.
I don't have a penny. You know, auction must
have given you plenty, Miss Runyon. Why, Mr.
Carlin bought some of your stock himself. But
every cent goes to my father's creditors. And
even that won't be enough. Well, I don't know
about that. All I know is 5 ,000 would do me
just fine. Now, you think it over, Miss Runyon.
I'll come back tomorrow afternoon. It won't do
any good. We'll see. There's just no way I can
raise that money, Mr. Frank. Oh, you'll find
some way. Women these days, they can do just
about everything. You know, fly airplanes, run
companies, kill people. Well, you'll figure something
out, Miss Runyon. Well... Oh, man. Mr. Fries,
please. I'll see you in the morning. Oh, dear
God. What am I going to do? And now, here's news
on the local scene. The body of horseman Alan
Winslow Carlin has been found in the ravine below
Canyon Road. Carlin, the victim of an auto crash
that complete... to be identified positively
through examination of his dental records due
to the condition of the body. An investigation
by the State Highway Patrol is underway. Yes?
Uh, Miss Runyon, my name is Sergeant Beggs. We,
uh, spoke on the phone earlier today. Oh, yes,
Sergeant. Could I please come in? Well, if you're
still worried about my horse, I told you that
I did find him again. Oh, yes. Yes, Miss, I know.
Well, then, what's the trouble? Oh, nothing about
the horse. It's about your neighbor, as a matter
of fact. If I could just come in for a minute,
please. Yes, of course. Thank you. I don't know
if you know the gentleman. Name of Carlin? Oh,
yes, I know who he is. Wild Brook Farnes. Yes,
that's him. Matter of fact, I understand he bought
some of your horses at the auction last week.
Yes, he did, but I... Didn't handle the transaction
myself the auctioneer did all of that. Yes. Yes,
I understand well then What was it you wanted
to ask me? You haven't been back home for some
time. Have you it's close to two years. I Came
here when my father died sudden. Yes. I know
and so I guess you Didn't see Alan Carlin and
all that time. No Why in the world should I oh?
I was just asking. Oh, Sergeant, I think you'd
better tell me what this is all about. Well,
I've got something to tell you about Mr. Carlin.
He's, uh, he's dead. He died in an auto crash
this morning. Yes. I just heard that on the news.
Oh, I see, I see. Well, it was pretty bad. He
was halfway up the Canyon Road. heading for the
leap. You know where the leap is? Sergeant, I
was born and raised in this part of the country.
Oh, yes, of course. Excuse me. Anyway, he went
out driving that way, and he must have skidded
or something. Car went over the edge, plowed
right through the guard rail. Oh, that's terrible.
It's such a dangerous road. Oh, yes, yes, it
is a dangerous place. I would have thought Mr.
Carlin would have had more sense than to take
it at high speed or whatever it was he did. Anyway,
the car went over. Totally demolished, of course,
and that's a long way down. Oh, that poor man.
I'm terribly sorry about Mr. Carlin. But I really
can't take his loss very personally. I hardly
knew the man. Uh -huh. Your father knew him well,
though, didn't he? Yes. They were neighbors for
many years. And friends. I suppose so. Only they
had some kind of falling out about money, I understand.
Well, what does that have to do with all this?
Just curious, Miss Runyon. Are you trying to
imply something? No, no, Miss, of course not.
Why should I do that? Oh, there is just one more
thing, though. One more thing. When Mr. Carlin
left his place this morning, he told one of his
servants that he was coming here to see you.
Oh, that's right. He was here. Mm -hmm. What
time would that have been? Oh, I don't remember
exactly. Around 11, I think. Did he stay very
long? No. Oh. No more than 10 minutes. I don't
see the point of all these questions. Well, you
see, we're just trying to understand what happened,
Miss Runyon. Mr. Carlin... He was a pretty careful
driver. He knew that mountain road as good as
anyone else in this part of the country We were
just wondering if he might have been well all
let's say overtired or drinking too much or Depressed,
you know anything like that How do you seem to
you mmm, I I just don't recall I see Well, then
I guess that's all for now What do you mean for
now? Oh, the highway patrol is investigating
the accident, too, and since you were the last
person to see Mr. Carlin, they might be talking
to you, too, Miss Runyon. Oh. Is that the horse
out there? The one that got away? Yes. That's
my horse. My, my, my. That's a fine -looking
animal. I guess he's the only one you didn't
sell off, huh? That's right, the only one, Sergeant.
But, uh... I -I might not keep him, after all.
Well, hello, Miss Ryan. Hello, Mr. Friar. Come
in. Ah, thank you, thank you. Nice morning we
had one, didn't it? I didn't notice. Sure glad
it warmed up some. I had a walk over to Mr. Carlin's
place. That old mag of mine finally broke down.
Is coffee I smell? Yes. Would you like a cup?
Well, I sure wouldn't mind. How do you take it?
Black, just fine. Oh, thank you, Miss. That's
real nice of you. I understand the police were
around yesterday. You don't miss very much, do
you, Mr. Fryett? Pays to keep your eyes open,
I say. Oh, yes, I'm sure it does. Now, the question
is, how much does it pay? Mr. Fryett, I don't
have the money you want. Well, that's a real
bad piece of news, Miss Runyon. I told you yesterday
there's simply no way for me to get my hands
on it. The money that came to the estate through
the sale of the ranch and its stock went directly
into escrow. And I wouldn't know about fancy
words like that, miss. All I know is that...
The estate has no money. And I have no money
of my own. Well, that's really too bad. Of course,
that means I can't leave. And if I can't leave,
I might just as well tell the police what I saw.
I'm hoping that you don't do that. Mr.. Fry it.
Oh, I don't want to do it believe me miss Runyon
But if there was just just something you could
give me I mean It must be something your Paul
left you know man like your daddy wouldn't die
and leave his only child nothing at all well
There is one thing Hey, what's that? It's the
only legacy I have The most valuable thing he
owned. Look. Out the window. That horse, you
mean? Yes. His name is Stargazer. A thoroughbred.
A champion. Yeah, oh, that's some stallion, all
right. You said you were a good judge of horse
flesh. How much do you think he's worth? Well,
I wouldn't know for sure. I've been told he's
worth... Between $8 ,000 and $10 ,000. Yeah.
A man would be mighty proud to own a horse like
that, right? Well... He's all yours, Mr. Frye.
What? I'll transfer my ownership to you. Right
this minute. You really mean that? Oh, why, that
would be real fine, Ms. Runyon. That would be
real kind of you to do that. It won't take more
than a few minutes for me to prepare the papers.
I'd really appreciate that, Ms. Runyon. You know,
I'd sure like to take him out for one last ride
before the sun goes down. And, of course, that's
just what happened, Judge Simmons. Sam Fryett
took Stargazer out. for his very last ride. Remember
all the old cowboy movies that showed the lone
rider heading into the setting sun? Well, you
can picture old Sam Friott doing exactly that,
only when the words that say the end appear on
the screen. You can also be sure... They mean
the end of old Sam Friott. I'll be back shortly.
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off at the pass? Our cast included Mercedes McCainbridge,
Arnold Moss, William Redfield, and Earl Hammond.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. We got him out of the country.
What's to keep him from coming back when he's
broke or even threatening us from abroad? I gave
him a thousand dollars in cash only a few days
ago. When he was picked up in the bar he had
only about 270 some dollars left. In a matter
of two days it squandered over 700. But if he
were made to understand that the sum agreed on
was all he was going to get. Can I make you understand
we're not dealing with a rational, honest man.
He'll agree to anything. When his money runs
out or he decides he wants more, he'll be right
back. What can you do? There are only two things
one can do about a black man. Keep on paying
and paying forever and the other and the other
Kill them radio mystery theater was sponsored
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you to return to our mystery theater for another
adventure in the macabre until next time Pleasant
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