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A man hires International to prove he murdered his wife three years ago
Original Air Date: April 5, 1950
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A man hires International to prove he murdered his wife three years ago
Original Air Date: April 5, 1950
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Detectives dot net. But now itis time for today's episode of Jeff Reagan,
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the original Ardie April fifth, nineteenfifty and the Toads A Tree Rose
in Encino. My name's Reagan.I worked for Anthony jay Lyon Detective Bureau.
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They call me the Lion's Eye JeffReagan, Investigator, starring Frank Graham
as Regan, with Frank Nelson asAnthony jay Lyon. So stand by for
mystery and suspense and adventure. Intonight's story of a Tree Grows in Encino,
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there was a confused redhead with coollips and a hot temper, an
interior decorator who didn't want his orangetrees moved, and a strange little man
who hired the Lion Detective Agency tomake sure he got himself convicted of murder.
A real sensible case. It wasabout half past lunchtime when I reported
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back to the Lions office to seewhat was on tap for the afternoon.
Plenty was plenty in the form ofa thin, haughty little man sitting across
the desk from the Lion. Anthonyj had his mouth wide open when I
walked down. Jeffrey coy and comyand high. I've been waiting for you.
This is mister McMurray. Jonathan McMurray. McMurray, Yes, Jeffrey,
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he thinks he needs our help.Not sure yet, mister McMurray, Yes,
I am quite sure. It isyour employer, mister Lyon, who
is not sure. Well, now, I wouldn't say that, mister McMurray.
Yours is a very unusual case.Suppose somebody tells me what this is
all about. If you will,Jeffrey, mister McCray will explain my own
problems, mister lion. Yeah,yes, you explained them, mag Mister
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Egan. It's quite simple. Iwant you to prove I am guilty of
murder. What is quite simple,Jeffrey, I have murdered my wife,
mister Regan. I've gone to thepolice and confessed. They refuse to believe
me. It's up to you toprove I'm right. Ye are to us,
jeff Wait a minute, fat solet's get all the story. Mac
You kill your wife and the policewon't believe it. When on the morning
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of April third, at three am, three years ago, three year you
see, Jeffrey, I told youthis was a very lion. Ye.
I had gone to bed early thenight of April second, I heard noises
several hours later. I assumed theywere burglars. I went downstairs, taking
my gun, of course, andsaw a figure breaking in. Naturally I
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fired. It was my wife,your wife breaking into your own house.
It seemed that way at the time. Perhaps I was not fully awake.
We all make mistakes, you know, all make mistakes. Of course,
I do not believe in murder.That is why I am here. Please
wouldn't believe you nothing but a groupof incompetent, imboral civil servants. Are
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we not paying them to establish lawand order? I ask you, mister
Regan, are the story what happenedafter you shot your wife? In the
moment of utter weakness, I Ilost my head. I fled the city,
and for three years, if hehad not, only your conscience got
to bothering you. You finally decidedto certainly not. The woman was dead.
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My problem was more basic, downto the very roots of nature.
I wrestle, shall we say,with all the evil of the world,
And one where in San Francisco,where I had established myself in business.
It was last week I decided thatI must pay the price or live forever
in a morass of sin. Ihave decided, mister Reagan, to make
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an example of myself. Jeffrey.Perhaps we'd better explained, mister McMurray,
that we're pretty busy this season.It maybe somewhere, Marco, you and
your wife get along. We quarreledconstantly when I married her. I had
assumed she was a woman of someinner dignity and spirit. I discovered she
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was no better. Was his name? I beg your part the other man.
There was no other man. Shehad not sunk that low. We
quarreled about her work. It kepther out nights. Her work kept her
out nights, exactly. She wasan interior decorator. Lois that was her
name. Lois was one of thosesoulless moderns. Form follows function, that
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sort of nonsense. I take itthat you aren't modern. I, sir,
am an architect, an architect ofthe old school. I believe in
the established order of things. You, mister Riggan, are morally obligated to
see that justice is dotage every newyear, and they can't all make some
gentlemen enough of this childish quibbling.I assure you you are going to take
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my case. We took the littleman's case. We took it with cash
in advance, and both fingers crossed. The lion fumbled for his fountain pen
while McMurray calmly waited with his opencheck book. There's only one place for
me to go. The police.Tell me you were looking for me,
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Regan, right, Lieutenant Candid,just the man I was looking for.
What's her name? Ah? Thistime it's a hymn. Jonathan McMurray.
Never heard him. It happened threeyears ago, claims he shot his wife.
Never heard him. Why's name wasLois interior decoration? Oh yeah,
blond, about five five, blueeyes, aged twenty eight eight, one
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hundred and sixteen. I remember youmet him? Nope, that was the
description the husband filed with us yesterdaywhen he came in. When you told
me her name, I remembered,Sure, Sure you did, Candid A
Regan. Guys are a dime adozen around a police station, but dames
with nice measurements. Oh that's somethingelse. I didn't you book him?
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Candid? Book him for what themurder of his wife? Believe that nuts
story? Are you? Kid?And Regan? Do I look like I've
been on the force? That longCanada man comes to you and confesses to
a three year old murder. He'sgot a motive in a complete story,
and you turn him away. Ohtake it easy, Regan. Mister McMurray
may like the coziness of the gaschamber, but it takes more than that
to spend the taxpayers money sending himthere like what like a corpus to like
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tie a body. You should excusethe expression nobody, Regan, Lois McMurray.
The little Man's wife disappeared three yearsago. We can get at least
two witnesses who say that when shegot on the boat for South America,
she wasn't dead, she was verymuch alive. Made sense, sure,
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a real fine sense. Canada toldme his witnesses, one Howard Nelson Whitmore,
interior decorator, extraordinary, the missingwoman's axe boss. The other witness,
Missus Nelson Whitmore. They've been withwas McMurray. That they should say,
Oh, that was April fourth,the day after McMurray claimed he'd killed
her. When a client buys ahundred bucks worth, you give him a
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hundred bucks worth. I checked thedress of Howard Nelson Whitmore and drove out
Robertson Boulevard, Beverly Hills. Itwas chocolate brown and shark white and twisted
plywood and copper wire hanging from theceilings. Average family could live a year
on the cost of one month's rent. How do you do? May I
help you? Sir? Like tosee mister Whitmore. You mean mister Nelson
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Whitmore. It's hyphenated. You know. How wonderful could I see mister Nelson
hyphen Whitmore? Oh? Didn't Itell you? He's in conference with his
wife and we walked with him again? How exact clear? For the last
time it's said absolutely absurd? Wellsee how absurd it is after it's done,
and it will be done. Youwonder it's the last time I put
representy of your fantastic steeves. Nowget out your name, brain mincom booboo.
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Hello, Oh where did you comefrom? Stranger? You're missus Nelson
Whitmore all the time being all thingschange? You know that? Don't you
sure sure all things change? Maybeyou're not gonna talk about that. Oh,
I'm sure we could, mister Reagan, Jeff Regan, I'm sure we
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couldn't Reagan. My god, I'vebeen home in an hour Encino, just
off Indura. You can't miss it. She was medium sized and red hair,
and and medium size and red hair. She drifted out of the place
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like a pneumatic cloud, looking fora bold of lightning. The secretary watched
her leave and swallowed a couple oftimes, and looked at me and swallowed
a couple of times. You willYou may go in now, mister Reagan.
I went in. Mister Harward Nelsonwhitmore looked florid behind his desk,
his face flushed and his eyes liquidanger. He was holding a long still
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letter opener, which he tapped steadilyagainst the desk. My secretary said,
you wished to speak to me,mister Eagan, while maybe maybe I ought
to come back later. You candiscuss whatever you wish to discuss right now.
Your wife was like that. Isaid we could discuss your business now.
Sorry, sorry, o man,forget it. It's just that sometime
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sometimes she drives me nearly out ofmy mind with her schemes, her stupid
idiotic scheme like what we have asmall orange crowbat he names now, shouldn't
say grovelly on meat ten trees.She doesn't like orange. Now she wants
them move. Can you imagine thatshe wants those ten trees uprooted and transplanted
into some other part of our land. She says they're blend into the landscape
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better. And you don't think so. Of course, I don't think so.
Blandy those trees myself three years agoin this spring, BLANDI than where
they are, because because where,because that's where they belong. Trees belong
certain places at it. Well,not have you questioned me this way?
I've planted those orange trees where Iwanted them, played the next stead there
for three years and they've stayed.Okay, okay, mister Nelson, whitmore
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that your orange isn't at your land. I don't know what's got into me,
mister Regan. Letting a few orangetrees have set me this way.
It's just that I don't like peopledigging around my yard. It's a good
idea. Never know what they mightturn up? What's that? Nothing?
Understand? Union Wife were with LewisMcMurray when yourself for South America a few
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years back. They die didn't getthe name missus. Jonathan McMurray Lewis used
to work for you. Yes,yes, of course in so long she
left us for South America, thatis, oh yea South America. Yes,
my wife and I went with herto the boat. Funny thing,
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you know. Her husband claims she'sdead. Her husband, Jonathan McMurray,
is, of course the architect wonderingidiot if ever I met one. You
like people, don't you? Ilike decent people, not nero minded biggers
like that McMurray fellow. He's stillliving in the dark ages now. But
as far as his wife's concerned,the lawis says she's gone out of the
country. Yes, as I know, it was three years ago, hey,
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three years ago this week. Maybethere's more Matthew, mean, mister
Wigan, more than you know that. You aren't selling me, Like,
why did she suddenly leave for SouthAmerica? Missus McMurray saved to South America
with an admirer. In other words, she ran out in her husband precisely,
Not that I could blame the poorgirl. McMurray never given a divorce,
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was literally forced intoing all fits exceptfor one little item. Yes,
McMurray claims he shot his wife onApril third, you claim she's sailed for
South America April fourth. Somebody's lying. Somebody was lying, a decorator named
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Nelson Whitmore, or an architect namedMcMurray. Or maybe it was a bigger
switch, both of them lying.Maybe the answer to that one would be
with a fire breathing redhead named MissusNelson Whitmore. She said she'd be home
an Encino. There was an inviteI wasn't going to pass up. I
got out there around five thirty,the sun dropping down behind the valley hills,
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the grass around the place soft andmoist, and the ten orange trees
lining the driveway to Missus Nelson Whitmore'shouse. It was redwood siding sprawling over
a hillside, weaving around like agiant snake. Ranch type for millionaires,
complete with gravel driveway, four cargarage, and swimming pool. I rang
the doorbell. Hello, mister Reagan. I knew you were too intelligent to
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turn down my invitation. Red hair, red dressing, gown, same texture,
soft and silky, a film ofexpensive gauze covering golden tan skin.
This way, mister Reagan drank somemix. He thought of everything. If
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we don't think of ourselves. Noone else will. My dad did sound
like a broom, mid city nicefurniture, Herman Miller, mister Reagan,
foam rubber throughout. You didn't cometo disguss furniture, did you. I
came to discuss a friend of yours, missus Claire. Her name's Lewis,
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Lewis McMurray. M hmm, LoisMcMurray. You know I quit starling?
Am I stored? Can't take youthat long? I think I'm an answer.
I don't want those orange trees moved. Your mind has traveled. That's
still no answer. Oh very well, you're being a kid, you know,
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a real kid. I get paidto be a kid. You're a
private detective. I thought so.Look, Claire, there's a big fancy
game in progress. Somebody's playing somebodyelse for a SAP. I get paid
to find out who by the hour. That must make you terribly expensive,
Jeff, who paid you? Wrong, pitch lady to give me answers instead?
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Have it? You all wait?I want the orange trees moved because
I want the move. I don'thave to answer for that, do you
order? My husband couldn't be becauseyou think there's something under the ground.
You ought to know about a fantasticid you're talking. I won't be questioning
this way, do you hear?McMurray didn't leave on any boat for South
America? And she get out?You and your husband a lion? Aren't
you get out of my house?I got out out of the Redwood mansion,
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out down the graveled driveway, pastthe orange trees, toward my car
when it happened. Inside the livingroom, the smell of cordite, and
behind the thick blue clouds stood missusClaire Nelson Whitmore stood staring at me,
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a dazed look on her face,a gun hanging limp her hand at her
feet, the haughty little man namedJonathan McMurray dead. Claire Nelson Whitmore looked
at me, blinked twice, thencollapsed unconscious at my feet. It started
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when the Lion and I were hiredby a self righteous little man named Jonathan
McMurray. He claimed he'd shot hiswife three years ago and wanted us to
prove it. Only I'm at aninterior decorator and his wife who claimed they'd
seen the McMurray woman leave on aboat for South America very much alive.
The only thing that made sense wasthat I was standing in the living room
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of the decorator's wife, Claire NelsonWhitmore, and she was lying unconscious at
my feet, and next to herwas my client, Jonathan McMurray, not
unconscious, dead. I called LieutenantCanada down a police headquarters and waited for
Claire Nelson Whitmore to supply some answers. Thanks, thank you, Jiff.
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You killed McMurray. He came atme after you left the house. He
came through the back doory. Hehad a gun you had again. I
was frightened. Just before you gothere this afternoon, I heard a noise.
I thought it was a trap,backfiring from the highway. But it's
scared you enough to get a gun. He shot first, mister riggany.
He shot first, he shot andmissed, and then you fired back.
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I had to, mister rig Ihad to. It was self defense.
There's two guns on the floor,Claire yours McMurray, is both of them
hot. The police will decide.Let me could say some time by talking
now, stef If I'm confused,I'm terribly confused. I don't know where
to do. That makes sense.I didn't mean anything earlier to day.
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I didn't mean anything Jay, allin fun, A great big pitch like
that, all in fun. Theself defense. I shot him in self
defense. Believe me, not me, lady. The police, they're the
ones who got to believe you.Lieutenant Candid came in with a photographer and
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three detectives. An ambulance showed upa couple of minutes after that with a
medic and two stretch of barres.I gave Candid the whole story, the
business about the orange trees included.He listened, nodded for one of the
detectives to take notes, and thentold me to stick around. You and
another guy went into Claire Nelson Whitmore. Ten minutes later, he came back
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out, collapsed, couldn't get much. Regan. I thought maybe the dead
man's gonna been fired twice and hersthree times. She wasn't hit, Regan.
She didn't say anything about McMurray's wife, Lewis. Nope, nothing.
You hadn't already told me. Justone thing bothers me, Regan, Just
one thing. Those orange trees.Why does she want to move? She
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says? They look better? Someoneelse. You think it's as simple as
that, I don't think anymore.I gave it up and McMurray hired me.
If you're looking for logic in thisone, Candid forget it. And
he's an awful, good looking DameReagan. Yeah, and partial the redheads.
Sure, redheads and oranges, Regan. I think I'm gonna dig for
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oranges. You figured that way.Lois McMurray disappeared three years ago, and
that's when the orange trees were planted. Howard Nelson put more, the Redhead's
husband, made a special point attelling me that candidate, oh now,
Regan, he laid it out likea bad joke in a comedy routine.
You mean you think he deliberately wantsus to look handed you dig. I'll
try another idea, okay, Regan, I'll dig. Candid called the City
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in the city sent out the diggers. Maybe I'm was off base, Maybe
I'd had too many weird stories forone day. But the orange tree routine
smelled as phony as Limburger in aperfume shop. I called my boss,
the Lion, Anthony J. LionDetective Agency, Anthony Fats. I'll get
your pencil Jeffrey, I've been tryingto get in touch with you, Okay,
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you have diffy that McMurray fell acall here about two hours ago.
What Jonathan McMurray. He told meto tell you to forget everything He told
you that. He said something aboutgoing back to San Francisco, that the
divine law would right the wrongs orsomething like that. Lion, Are you
sure is something wrong, Jeffrey,Just one little thing. Fats O.
McMurray is here with me now.Good. I wanted to ask him about
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Fats Well, kill him for me? You did? Oh yeah, Alison
Line, I've got an idea.I need your help. I want to
complete check on Lois McMurray, Jonathan'swife. I don't know where she was
born, how many kids in thefamily, if her parents are living,
where she met a rock husband everything? Hey, are you out of your
mind? Our clients did and don'targue. Fats So just got busy.
Mc murray gets his money. Youworn't fats So dead or alive. I
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went outside. Cannon was watching thediggers. How many trades Cannon? He
dug up four of them, sixto go find anything dirt? Still hopeful?
Huh still hopeful. I called HowardNelson Whittemore's office. He'd left there
a couple of hours ago, justafter you did. His secretary said,
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thank you left for Points South.I don't know, Regan. I don't
like it, any of it exceptthe redhead. You're partial the redheads.
Remember, I'm looking for a blondenow, a deceased blund who left for
South America. You told me aboutit, all right, So maybe she
didn't leave for South America. Maybeshe's dead, rigging dead and buried,
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buried under one of those orange treethat's a good guess. You got anything
better to offer? Nope, seeyou around Canada. That's when I got
an idea, a halfway idea thatkept growing until it was a big,
full blooded, one hundred percent idea. Claire Nelson Whitemore said she'd heard a
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noise like a truck backfire from thehighway. She said that's why she'd gotten
out the gun. Maybe she wastelling the truth. Maybe there was one
story in the tangle of Lijah couldbelieve. I decided to believe it,
and that was an answer in itself. Behind the house, the garage was
built for four cars. It wasloaded servants quarters, and then over a
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couple of yards swimming pool. Iheaded that way, checking the garage,
trying the door to the servants quarters, finding bushes, shrubs, with nothing
behind him. Up the hill theswimming pool, quiet still like a mirage
in the desert, emerald pool pileand break oval shape expensive. Claire wasn't
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lying she'd heard that noise. Ifound her husband, Howard Nelson Whitmore in
the swimming pool, in the swimmingpool with a hole in his back.
Candid and his boys puffed up thehill to the pool in a hurry when
they caught my signal, and Iwent down down to the house to the
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room of Claire Nelson Whitmore. Don'tget up, lady. You and I
are going to have words. Youmay feel worse, but the police said
I could rest. Yeah, thatwas before they found your husband dead in
the swimming pool. You didn't knowabout that, Howard. When they pulled
him out, they found a bulletin his bag. No, no,
I didn't do it. I didn'tdo it. No answer, lady.
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The whole thing comes in one bigpackage. You tied the ribbon on it.
Give me the phone. I cantell you a few things, baby,
but I want to be sure,real sure. Just give me the
phone, is jo. I gavethe operator the number, and the red
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headed woman sat frightened on the bedwhile I talked. Her eyes looked at
me, cutting deep, staring throughthe tension, knowing what was happening and
hoping it wouldn't happen. I gotthe lion and I got my answer while
the red headed woman sat staring atme on the bed. Well, what
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did you find out about Lois McMurray? What I thought i'd find out.
She's from Chicago, she has nobrothers or sisters, but her parents are
both dead. She's alive, Yeah, she's alive. If what does it
matter about her? Love was?McMurray met Jonathan in Chicago just after she
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got out of prison. Murray madeher his project for the year, Salvation,
his version. She married him.She married him because she didn't know
what else to do. She marriedhim because girls with prison records don't have
a lot of choice. She marriedhim, and he converted it, Oh
one Jim. He taught her tolive a decent life, as he called
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it. She was his project,remembered the straightened Now. She didn't love
him, She never loved it.Who could? But she was a confused
woman. She needed something, somebody. She got little Jonathan McMurray, crackpot
crusades. She got him Jim,and she learned to hate him. Hate
everything about him made ny this iscool, herself righteous, conceived. But
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he wouldn't give her a divorce.That was wrong. She didn't appreciate his
good deeds. Yeah, a lowis. You hated him, and then you
met Howard Nelson Whitmore. He wasthe opposite of mc murray, clever,
crafty, and in love with you. He cooked up a scheme whereby you
could get rid of Jonathan. Heframed up that burglar routine. Jonathan fired
at the shadow that night three yearsago, only when the lights came on,
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you were on the floor playing dead. I had to chief, don't
you see? I had to.I had benstead of him, were living
there, wife, being a prisonerof the man. I hated anything was
better than the head. And justlike Howard figure, Jonathan ran. He
ran a long way, but hecame back. He had to come back
because he wanted to make an exampleof himself. You and Howard spoiled that
you were alive, not dead.Had infuriated him. His one chance in
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life to be a martyr, andyou and Howard ruin it for him.
That's why, that's why he shotHoward and then came after you, vengeance,
the wrath of the righteous, tobuying law, he called it.
He was gonna be a martyr afterall, Chef, you know that I
didn't shoot first. You know itwas him, Jonathan. When I came
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around Howard Nelson, Whitmore got scaredof his story about seeing Lois bea South
America. He knew we couldn't makeit stick, so he tried that orange
tree routine. While I was inhis office. I think of the cops
might dig, but they'd never finda body. No corps, no crime.
It's the whole story. Lady,dyed your hair red, no relatives
to identify you. You forgot aboutbeing Lois McMurray. She's dead. Please,
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I just state it, all right, missus Whitmore, Open up that
said Lois. Candid's no dumbbell.I don't know that. I'm No one
knows but me. I know.I'll justify for your Lois, but I
won't lie for you. All right, Open up that door. You've got
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hands Candid opening up yourself. Theytook Lois McMurray down to headquarters and got
the full story, from beginning toend. She was booked on a couple
of accounts, but nowhere in itcould they stick a motor charge. Had
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made Lieutenant Candid an unhappy man.After all, he figured maybe the chief
would begin to think he was partialthe Redheads. When I got to the
office the next morning, my boss, Anthony Jay Lyon, looked as cheerful
as a kid with the measles hifat. Hello, Jeffrey, Nice day,
all am, real, nice day, is he? Jeoffrey? I
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am. I didn't know what's eatingyou. We just wrapped up a hundred
dollar case just like that. Yes, Chiffrey, I know a hundred dollars.
Wait a minute, fat, Sowe did get paid, didn't we.
McMurray may have been a murderer,but not paying would be something else
to him. You know, Isend a cheat, yes, Jeffrey,
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missus. McMurray didn't plan to cheat, is he. In fact, he
said he'd send me the money laterlater. Look when I left the office
this morning, he had his checkbook out and you were reaching for your
Fountainfrey, I tried to tell youon the phone there was a mistake in
the contract, David will he wantedhis lawyer to there was illegal Quicken every
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I ran out of being Jeff ReaganInvestigator is written by William Prugan William Piefield,
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produced and directed by Sterling Tracy,and stars Frank Graham as Regan with
Frank Nelson as Anthony jay Lyon.Original music is by Dick Ran Bob Stevenson
speaking inviting you to be with usagain for more suspense and mystery and adventure
with Jeff Reagan Investigator. Welcome back, We'll be perfect ending to that story.
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Sometimes you need your detective heroes tocome out that way. There was
noteworthy for this being a case thateven the line didn't want to touch.
But Jeff Regan's curiosity was paid blousif the guy committed murdery did want to
see that taken care of. AllRight, Well, now it's time to
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the original Ardie April fifth, nineteenfifty and the Toads A Tree Rose
in Encino. My name's Reagan.I worked for Anthony jay Lyon Detective Bureau.
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They call me the Lion's Eye JeffReagan, Investigator, starring Frank Graham
as Regan, with Frank Nelson asAnthony jay Lyon. So stand by for
mystery and suspense and adventure. Intonight's story of a Tree Grows in Encino,
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there was a confused redhead with coollips and a hot temper, an
interior decorator who didn't want his orangetrees moved, and a strange little man
who hired the Lion Detective Agency tomake sure he got himself convicted of murder.
A real sensible case. It wasabout half past lunchtime when I reported
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back to the Lions office to seewhat was on tap for the afternoon.
Plenty was plenty in the form ofa thin, haughty little man sitting across
the desk from the Lion. Anthonyj had his mouth wide open when I
walked down. Jeffrey coy and comyand high. I've been waiting for you.
This is mister McMurray. Jonathan McMurray. McMurray, Yes, Jeffrey,
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he thinks he needs our help.Not sure yet, mister McMurray, Yes,
I am quite sure. It isyour employer, mister Lyon, who
is not sure. Well, now, I wouldn't say that, mister McMurray.
Yours is a very unusual case.Suppose somebody tells me what this is
all about. If you will,Jeffrey, mister McCray will explain my own
problems, mister lion. Yeah,yes, you explained them, mag Mister
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Egan. It's quite simple. Iwant you to prove I am guilty of
murder. What is quite simple,Jeffrey, I have murdered my wife,
mister Regan. I've gone to thepolice and confessed. They refuse to believe
me. It's up to you toprove I'm right. Ye are to us,
jeff Wait a minute, fat solet's get all the story. Mac
You kill your wife and the policewon't believe it. When on the morning
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of April third, at three am, three years ago, three year you
see, Jeffrey, I told youthis was a very lion. Ye.
I had gone to bed early thenight of April second, I heard noises
several hours later. I assumed theywere burglars. I went downstairs, taking
my gun, of course, andsaw a figure breaking in. Naturally I
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fired. It was my wife,your wife breaking into your own house.
It seemed that way at the time. Perhaps I was not fully awake.
We all make mistakes, you know, all make mistakes. Of course,
I do not believe in murder.That is why I am here. Please
wouldn't believe you nothing but a groupof incompetent, imboral civil servants. Are
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we not paying them to establish lawand order? I ask you, mister
Regan, are the story what happenedafter you shot your wife? In the
moment of utter weakness, I Ilost my head. I fled the city,
and for three years, if hehad not, only your conscience got
to bothering you. You finally decidedto certainly not. The woman was dead.
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My problem was more basic, downto the very roots of nature.
I wrestle, shall we say,with all the evil of the world,
And one where in San Francisco,where I had established myself in business.
It was last week I decided thatI must pay the price or live forever
in a morass of sin. Ihave decided, mister Reagan, to make
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an example of myself. Jeffrey.Perhaps we'd better explained, mister McMurray,
that we're pretty busy this season.It maybe somewhere, Marco, you and
your wife get along. We quarreledconstantly when I married her. I had
assumed she was a woman of someinner dignity and spirit. I discovered she
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was no better. Was his name? I beg your part the other man.
There was no other man. Shehad not sunk that low. We
quarreled about her work. It kepther out nights. Her work kept her
out nights, exactly. She wasan interior decorator. Lois that was her
name. Lois was one of thosesoulless moderns. Form follows function, that
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sort of nonsense. I take itthat you aren't modern. I, sir,
am an architect, an architect ofthe old school. I believe in
the established order of things. You, mister Riggan, are morally obligated to
see that justice is dotage every newyear, and they can't all make some
gentlemen enough of this childish quibbling.I assure you you are going to take
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my case. We took the littleman's case. We took it with cash
in advance, and both fingers crossed. The lion fumbled for his fountain pen
while McMurray calmly waited with his opencheck book. There's only one place for
me to go. The police.Tell me you were looking for me,
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Regan, right, Lieutenant Candid,just the man I was looking for.
What's her name? Ah? Thistime it's a hymn. Jonathan McMurray.
Never heard him. It happened threeyears ago, claims he shot his wife.
Never heard him. Why's name wasLois interior decoration? Oh yeah,
blond, about five five, blueeyes, aged twenty eight eight, one
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hundred and sixteen. I remember youmet him? Nope, that was the
description the husband filed with us yesterdaywhen he came in. When you told
me her name, I remembered,Sure, Sure you did, Candid A
Regan. Guys are a dime adozen around a police station, but dames
with nice measurements. Oh that's somethingelse. I didn't you book him?
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Candid? Book him for what themurder of his wife? Believe that nuts
story? Are you? Kid?And Regan? Do I look like I've
been on the force? That longCanada man comes to you and confesses to
a three year old murder. He'sgot a motive in a complete story,
and you turn him away. Ohtake it easy, Regan. Mister McMurray
may like the coziness of the gaschamber, but it takes more than that
to spend the taxpayers money sending himthere like what like a corpus to like
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tie a body. You should excusethe expression nobody, Regan, Lois McMurray.
The little Man's wife disappeared three yearsago. We can get at least
two witnesses who say that when shegot on the boat for South America,
she wasn't dead, she was verymuch alive. Made sense, sure,
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a real fine sense. Canada toldme his witnesses, one Howard Nelson Whitmore,
interior decorator, extraordinary, the missingwoman's axe boss. The other witness,
Missus Nelson Whitmore. They've been withwas McMurray. That they should say,
Oh, that was April fourth,the day after McMurray claimed he'd killed
her. When a client buys ahundred bucks worth, you give him a
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hundred bucks worth. I checked thedress of Howard Nelson Whitmore and drove out
Robertson Boulevard, Beverly Hills. Itwas chocolate brown and shark white and twisted
plywood and copper wire hanging from theceilings. Average family could live a year
on the cost of one month's rent. How do you do? May I
help you? Sir? Like tosee mister Whitmore. You mean mister Nelson
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Whitmore. It's hyphenated. You know. How wonderful could I see mister Nelson
hyphen Whitmore? Oh? Didn't Itell you? He's in conference with his
wife and we walked with him again? How exact clear? For the last
time it's said absolutely absurd? Wellsee how absurd it is after it's done,
and it will be done. Youwonder it's the last time I put
representy of your fantastic steeves. Nowget out your name, brain mincom booboo.
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Hello, Oh where did you comefrom? Stranger? You're missus Nelson
Whitmore all the time being all thingschange? You know that? Don't you
sure sure all things change? Maybeyou're not gonna talk about that. Oh,
I'm sure we could, mister Reagan, Jeff Regan, I'm sure we
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couldn't Reagan. My god, I'vebeen home in an hour Encino, just
off Indura. You can't miss it. She was medium sized and red hair,
and and medium size and red hair. She drifted out of the place
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like a pneumatic cloud, looking fora bold of lightning. The secretary watched
her leave and swallowed a couple oftimes, and looked at me and swallowed
a couple of times. You willYou may go in now, mister Reagan.
I went in. Mister Harward Nelsonwhitmore looked florid behind his desk,
his face flushed and his eyes liquidanger. He was holding a long still
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letter opener, which he tapped steadilyagainst the desk. My secretary said,
you wished to speak to me,mister Eagan, while maybe maybe I ought
to come back later. You candiscuss whatever you wish to discuss right now.
Your wife was like that. Isaid we could discuss your business now.
Sorry, sorry, o man,forget it. It's just that sometime
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sometimes she drives me nearly out ofmy mind with her schemes, her stupid
idiotic scheme like what we have asmall orange crowbat he names now, shouldn't
say grovelly on meat ten trees.She doesn't like orange. Now she wants
them move. Can you imagine thatshe wants those ten trees uprooted and transplanted
into some other part of our land. She says they're blend into the landscape
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better. And you don't think so. Of course, I don't think so.
Blandy those trees myself three years agoin this spring, BLANDI than where
they are, because because where,because that's where they belong. Trees belong
certain places at it. Well,not have you questioned me this way?
I've planted those orange trees where Iwanted them, played the next stead there
for three years and they've stayed.Okay, okay, mister Nelson, whitmore
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that your orange isn't at your land. I don't know what's got into me,
mister Regan. Letting a few orangetrees have set me this way.
It's just that I don't like peopledigging around my yard. It's a good
idea. Never know what they mightturn up? What's that? Nothing?
Understand? Union Wife were with LewisMcMurray when yourself for South America a few
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years back. They die didn't getthe name missus. Jonathan McMurray Lewis used
to work for you. Yes,yes, of course in so long she
left us for South America, thatis, oh yea South America. Yes,
my wife and I went with herto the boat. Funny thing,
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you know. Her husband claims she'sdead. Her husband, Jonathan McMurray,
is, of course the architect wonderingidiot if ever I met one. You
like people, don't you? Ilike decent people, not nero minded biggers
like that McMurray fellow. He's stillliving in the dark ages now. But
as far as his wife's concerned,the lawis says she's gone out of the
country. Yes, as I know, it was three years ago, hey,
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three years ago this week. Maybethere's more Matthew, mean, mister
Wigan, more than you know that. You aren't selling me, Like,
why did she suddenly leave for SouthAmerica? Missus McMurray saved to South America
with an admirer. In other words, she ran out in her husband precisely,
Not that I could blame the poorgirl. McMurray never given a divorce,
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was literally forced intoing all fits exceptfor one little item. Yes,
McMurray claims he shot his wife onApril third, you claim she's sailed for
South America April fourth. Somebody's lying. Somebody was lying, a decorator named
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Nelson Whitmore, or an architect namedMcMurray. Or maybe it was a bigger
switch, both of them lying.Maybe the answer to that one would be
with a fire breathing redhead named MissusNelson Whitmore. She said she'd be home
an Encino. There was an inviteI wasn't going to pass up. I
got out there around five thirty,the sun dropping down behind the valley hills,
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the grass around the place soft andmoist, and the ten orange trees
lining the driveway to Missus Nelson Whitmore'shouse. It was redwood siding sprawling over
a hillside, weaving around like agiant snake. Ranch type for millionaires,
complete with gravel driveway, four cargarage, and swimming pool. I rang
the doorbell. Hello, mister Reagan. I knew you were too intelligent to
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turn down my invitation. Red hair, red dressing, gown, same texture,
soft and silky, a film ofexpensive gauze covering golden tan skin.
This way, mister Reagan drank somemix. He thought of everything. If
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we don't think of ourselves. Noone else will. My dad did sound
like a broom, mid city nicefurniture, Herman Miller, mister Reagan,
foam rubber throughout. You didn't cometo disguss furniture, did you. I
came to discuss a friend of yours, missus Claire. Her name's Lewis,
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Lewis McMurray. M hmm, LoisMcMurray. You know I quit starling?
Am I stored? Can't take youthat long? I think I'm an answer.
I don't want those orange trees moved. Your mind has traveled. That's
still no answer. Oh very well, you're being a kid, you know,
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a real kid. I get paidto be a kid. You're a
private detective. I thought so.Look, Claire, there's a big fancy
game in progress. Somebody's playing somebodyelse for a SAP. I get paid
to find out who by the hour. That must make you terribly expensive,
Jeff, who paid you? Wrong, pitch lady to give me answers instead?
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Have it? You all wait?I want the orange trees moved because
I want the move. I don'thave to answer for that, do you
order? My husband couldn't be becauseyou think there's something under the ground.
You ought to know about a fantasticid you're talking. I won't be questioning
this way, do you hear?McMurray didn't leave on any boat for South
America? And she get out?You and your husband a lion? Aren't
you get out of my house?I got out out of the Redwood mansion,
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out down the graveled driveway, pastthe orange trees, toward my car
when it happened. Inside the livingroom, the smell of cordite, and
behind the thick blue clouds stood missusClaire Nelson Whitmore stood staring at me,
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a dazed look on her face,a gun hanging limp her hand at her
feet, the haughty little man namedJonathan McMurray dead. Claire Nelson Whitmore looked
at me, blinked twice, thencollapsed unconscious at my feet. It started
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when the Lion and I were hiredby a self righteous little man named Jonathan
McMurray. He claimed he'd shot hiswife three years ago and wanted us to
prove it. Only I'm at aninterior decorator and his wife who claimed they'd
seen the McMurray woman leave on aboat for South America very much alive.
The only thing that made sense wasthat I was standing in the living room
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of the decorator's wife, Claire NelsonWhitmore, and she was lying unconscious at
my feet, and next to herwas my client, Jonathan McMurray, not
unconscious, dead. I called LieutenantCanada down a police headquarters and waited for
Claire Nelson Whitmore to supply some answers. Thanks, thank you, Jiff.
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You killed McMurray. He came atme after you left the house. He
came through the back doory. Hehad a gun you had again. I
was frightened. Just before you gothere this afternoon, I heard a noise.
I thought it was a trap,backfiring from the highway. But it's
scared you enough to get a gun. He shot first, mister riggany.
He shot first, he shot andmissed, and then you fired back.
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I had to, mister rig Ihad to. It was self defense.
There's two guns on the floor,Claire yours McMurray, is both of them
hot. The police will decide.Let me could say some time by talking
now, stef If I'm confused,I'm terribly confused. I don't know where
to do. That makes sense.I didn't mean anything earlier to day.
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I didn't mean anything Jay, allin fun, A great big pitch like
that, all in fun. Theself defense. I shot him in self
defense. Believe me, not me, lady. The police, they're the
ones who got to believe you.Lieutenant Candid came in with a photographer and
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three detectives. An ambulance showed upa couple of minutes after that with a
medic and two stretch of barres.I gave Candid the whole story, the
business about the orange trees included.He listened, nodded for one of the
detectives to take notes, and thentold me to stick around. You and
another guy went into Claire Nelson Whitmore. Ten minutes later, he came back
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out, collapsed, couldn't get much. Regan. I thought maybe the dead
man's gonna been fired twice and hersthree times. She wasn't hit, Regan.
She didn't say anything about McMurray's wife, Lewis. Nope, nothing.
You hadn't already told me. Justone thing bothers me, Regan, Just
one thing. Those orange trees.Why does she want to move? She
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says? They look better? Someoneelse. You think it's as simple as
that, I don't think anymore.I gave it up and McMurray hired me.
If you're looking for logic in thisone, Candid forget it. And
he's an awful, good looking DameReagan. Yeah, and partial the redheads.
Sure, redheads and oranges, Regan. I think I'm gonna dig for
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oranges. You figured that way.Lois McMurray disappeared three years ago, and
that's when the orange trees were planted. Howard Nelson put more, the Redhead's
husband, made a special point attelling me that candidate, oh now,
Regan, he laid it out likea bad joke in a comedy routine.
You mean you think he deliberately wantsus to look handed you dig. I'll
try another idea, okay, Regan, I'll dig. Candid called the City
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in the city sent out the diggers. Maybe I'm was off base, Maybe
I'd had too many weird stories forone day. But the orange tree routine
smelled as phony as Limburger in aperfume shop. I called my boss,
the Lion, Anthony J. LionDetective Agency, Anthony Fats. I'll get
your pencil Jeffrey, I've been tryingto get in touch with you, Okay,
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you have diffy that McMurray fell acall here about two hours ago.
What Jonathan McMurray. He told meto tell you to forget everything He told
you that. He said something aboutgoing back to San Francisco, that the
divine law would right the wrongs orsomething like that. Lion, Are you
sure is something wrong, Jeffrey,Just one little thing. Fats O.
McMurray is here with me now.Good. I wanted to ask him about
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Fats Well, kill him for me? You did? Oh yeah, Alison
Line, I've got an idea.I need your help. I want to
complete check on Lois McMurray, Jonathan'swife. I don't know where she was
born, how many kids in thefamily, if her parents are living,
where she met a rock husband everything? Hey, are you out of your
mind? Our clients did and don'targue. Fats So just got busy.
Mc murray gets his money. Youworn't fats So dead or alive. I
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went outside. Cannon was watching thediggers. How many trades Cannon? He
dug up four of them, sixto go find anything dirt? Still hopeful?
Huh still hopeful. I called HowardNelson Whittemore's office. He'd left there
a couple of hours ago, justafter you did. His secretary said,
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thank you left for Points South.I don't know, Regan. I don't
like it, any of it exceptthe redhead. You're partial the redheads.
Remember, I'm looking for a blondenow, a deceased blund who left for
South America. You told me aboutit, all right, So maybe she
didn't leave for South America. Maybeshe's dead, rigging dead and buried,
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buried under one of those orange treethat's a good guess. You got anything
better to offer? Nope, seeyou around Canada. That's when I got
an idea, a halfway idea thatkept growing until it was a big,
full blooded, one hundred percent idea. Claire Nelson Whitemore said she'd heard a
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noise like a truck backfire from thehighway. She said that's why she'd gotten
out the gun. Maybe she wastelling the truth. Maybe there was one
story in the tangle of Lijah couldbelieve. I decided to believe it,
and that was an answer in itself. Behind the house, the garage was
built for four cars. It wasloaded servants quarters, and then over a
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couple of yards swimming pool. Iheaded that way, checking the garage,
trying the door to the servants quarters, finding bushes, shrubs, with nothing
behind him. Up the hill theswimming pool, quiet still like a mirage
in the desert, emerald pool pileand break oval shape expensive. Claire wasn't
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lying she'd heard that noise. Ifound her husband, Howard Nelson Whitmore in
the swimming pool, in the swimmingpool with a hole in his back.
Candid and his boys puffed up thehill to the pool in a hurry when
they caught my signal, and Iwent down down to the house to the
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room of Claire Nelson Whitmore. Don'tget up, lady. You and I
are going to have words. Youmay feel worse, but the police said
I could rest. Yeah, thatwas before they found your husband dead in
the swimming pool. You didn't knowabout that, Howard. When they pulled
him out, they found a bulletin his bag. No, no,
I didn't do it. I didn'tdo it. No answer, lady.
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The whole thing comes in one bigpackage. You tied the ribbon on it.
Give me the phone. I cantell you a few things, baby,
but I want to be sure,real sure. Just give me the
phone, is jo. I gavethe operator the number, and the red
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headed woman sat frightened on the bedwhile I talked. Her eyes looked at
me, cutting deep, staring throughthe tension, knowing what was happening and
hoping it wouldn't happen. I gotthe lion and I got my answer while
the red headed woman sat staring atme on the bed. Well, what
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did you find out about Lois McMurray? What I thought i'd find out.
She's from Chicago, she has nobrothers or sisters, but her parents are
both dead. She's alive, Yeah, she's alive. If what does it
matter about her? Love was?McMurray met Jonathan in Chicago just after she
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got out of prison. Murray madeher his project for the year, Salvation,
his version. She married him.She married him because she didn't know
what else to do. She marriedhim because girls with prison records don't have
a lot of choice. She marriedhim, and he converted it, Oh
one Jim. He taught her tolive a decent life, as he called
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it. She was his project,remembered the straightened Now. She didn't love
him, She never loved it.Who could? But she was a confused
woman. She needed something, somebody. She got little Jonathan McMurray, crackpot
crusades. She got him Jim,and she learned to hate him. Hate
everything about him made ny this iscool, herself righteous, conceived. But
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he wouldn't give her a divorce.That was wrong. She didn't appreciate his
good deeds. Yeah, a lowis. You hated him, and then you
met Howard Nelson Whitmore. He wasthe opposite of mc murray, clever,
crafty, and in love with you. He cooked up a scheme whereby you
could get rid of Jonathan. Heframed up that burglar routine. Jonathan fired
at the shadow that night three yearsago, only when the lights came on,
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you were on the floor playing dead. I had to chief, don't
you see? I had to.I had benstead of him, were living
there, wife, being a prisonerof the man. I hated anything was
better than the head. And justlike Howard figure, Jonathan ran. He
ran a long way, but hecame back. He had to come back
because he wanted to make an exampleof himself. You and Howard spoiled that
you were alive, not dead.Had infuriated him. His one chance in
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life to be a martyr, andyou and Howard ruin it for him.
That's why, that's why he shotHoward and then came after you, vengeance,
the wrath of the righteous, tobuying law, he called it.
He was gonna be a martyr afterall, Chef, you know that I
didn't shoot first. You know itwas him, Jonathan. When I came
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around Howard Nelson, Whitmore got scaredof his story about seeing Lois bea South
America. He knew we couldn't makeit stick, so he tried that orange
tree routine. While I was inhis office. I think of the cops
might dig, but they'd never finda body. No corps, no crime.
It's the whole story. Lady,dyed your hair red, no relatives
to identify you. You forgot aboutbeing Lois McMurray. She's dead. Please,
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I just state it, all right, missus Whitmore, Open up that
said Lois. Candid's no dumbbell.I don't know that. I'm No one
knows but me. I know.I'll justify for your Lois, but I
won't lie for you. All right, Open up that door. You've got
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hands Candid opening up yourself. Theytook Lois McMurray down to headquarters and got
the full story, from beginning toend. She was booked on a couple
of accounts, but nowhere in itcould they stick a motor charge. Had
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made Lieutenant Candid an unhappy man.After all, he figured maybe the chief
would begin to think he was partialthe Redheads. When I got to the
office the next morning, my boss, Anthony Jay Lyon, looked as cheerful
as a kid with the measles hifat. Hello, Jeffrey, Nice day,
all am, real, nice day, is he? Jeoffrey? I
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am. I didn't know what's eatingyou. We just wrapped up a hundred
dollar case just like that. Yes, Chiffrey, I know a hundred dollars.
Wait a minute, fat, Sowe did get paid, didn't we.
McMurray may have been a murderer,but not paying would be something else
to him. You know, Isend a cheat, yes, Jeffrey,
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missus. McMurray didn't plan to cheat, is he. In fact, he
said he'd send me the money laterlater. Look when I left the office
this morning, he had his checkbook out and you were reaching for your
Fountainfrey, I tried to tell youon the phone there was a mistake in
the contract, David will he wantedhis lawyer to there was illegal Quicken every
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I ran out of being Jeff ReaganInvestigator is written by William Prugan William Piefield,
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produced and directed by Sterling Tracy,and stars Frank Graham as Regan with
Frank Nelson as Anthony jay Lyon.Original music is by Dick Ran Bob Stevenson
speaking inviting you to be with usagain for more suspense and mystery and adventure
with Jeff Reagan Investigator. Welcome back, We'll be perfect ending to that story.
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Sometimes you need your detective heroes tocome out that way. There was
noteworthy for this being a case thateven the line didn't want to touch.
But Jeff Regan's curiosity was paid blousif the guy committed murdery did want to
see that taken care of. AllRight, Well, now it's time to
go ahead and thank our Patreon supporterof the day. Thank you too,
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On Purpose with Jay Shetty
I’m Jay Shetty host of On Purpose the worlds #1 Mental Health podcast and I’m so grateful you found us. I started this podcast 5 years ago to invite you into conversations and workshops that are designed to help make you happier, healthier and more healed. I believe that when you (yes you) feel seen, heard and understood you’re able to deal with relationship struggles, work challenges and life’s ups and downs with more ease and grace. I interview experts, celebrities, thought leaders and athletes so that we can grow our mindset, build better habits and uncover a side of them we’ve never seen before. New episodes every Monday and Friday. Your support means the world to me and I don’t take it for granted — click the follow button and leave a review to help us spread the love with On Purpose. I can’t wait for you to listen to your first or 500th episode!