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Counterspy: The Genuine Counterfeit (A0126)

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Today's Adventure: Counterspy David Harding and his agents are assigned to protect a foreign envoy visiting the United States to arrange the engraving of government bonds worth three million dollars. When the envoy’s secretary dies under suspicious circumstances and other details raise questions about the man’s identity, Harding begins investigating. The case grows more complicated as he uncovers signs of a scheme involving forged documents and a potentially dangerous financial plot.Original Radio Broadcast: October 6, 1949.Originating in New YorkCast:
• Don McLaughlin
• Mandel Kramer
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Welcome to the Great Adventurers of Old Time Radio. From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Counterspy. But first, I want to encourage you, if you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. And you can support the show on a one-time basis by... at support.greatdetectives.net or become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $ 2 per month. Just go to patreon.greatdetectives.net. Well now, from October the 6th, 1949, here is The Genuine Counterfeit.

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Oh!

That's the call I present, Counterspy.

Washington calling David Harding, Counterspy.

Washington calling David Harding, Counterspy.

Harding, Counterspy, calling Washington.

United States Counterspies. is firstly appointed to investigate.

And combat the enemies of our country, both at home and abroad.

Tonight, the case of a genuine counterfeit.

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A little over six weeks ago, in a small mid-European country, a man, the private secretary of a diplomat named Borne, lay on the kitchen floor of his own apartment. His head, twisted to one side, revealed a dark bruise on one temple. And as he lay unconscious, a steady stream of gas hissed from the open jets of the stove. Gas which filled the room and swirled around the flickering pilot light of the stove.

Well, Rudolph, my friend, what are you doing here? Waiting to see you, Mr. Boney.

It's a pleasant surprise.

Oh, come into the apartment.

Thank you. I return home from the funeral of poor Carlos.

You heard of his horrible death in the gas explosion, did you not?

Yes, Mr. Boney, I heard.

Oh, thank you. And right before I am to leave for America. Oh, come in, come.

In.

But let us not talk about that. Tell me, my friend, why are you here? This paper will explain. You see, I am to replace Carlos as your secretary.

You?

Giving up your position in the government? But why, my friend? Because I am your friend. And I realize your danger. Danger?

To me?

Mr.

Borny, I don't believe.

The death of your secretary was the accident it seems to be. Rudolph, you think the gas explosion was... It may have been an attempt to get at you. Why? I'm a poor old man, unimportant. Would your country send you on an important mission like this if they thought that? That is why they sent me. Since our ambassador in the United States is here, I sail to America. Arrange for the engraving of bonds for our government and bring them back personally. Oh, merely an honor.

To an old man.

Three million dollars, merely an honor? The engraving at the bank on which the future of our nation depends? Oh, well, perhaps the fact that I avoid publicity and am.

Not known outside our country will.

Be mad at me.

Oh, a drink? Thank you.

I warn you, Mr.

Barnes. Don't underestimate your own importance.

Or your drink. Your drink, Rudolph. Thank you.

The death of your secretary. The sudden illness of the ambassador in Washington. I believe it may all be a part of a dangerous plot.

Oh, yes.

Very well, if you're right, I'd better ask the government for an armed guard on my trip.

Mr. Barney, I have another suggestion. What is it, Rudolph? If you know any way.

My suggestion is that you and I exchange identities. That you travel as my secretary, Rudolph, and I as the envoy, Bones. Who would take that chance? World is the life of value to our country. You must get those bonds through. Very well. You feel that strongly about it, Rudolph? Very well. You shall be the special envoy. Vornay, I shall be your secretary, Rudolph, on our voyage to the United States.

I thought I'd find you here at the turn.

Oh, Rudolph. I mean, Mr. Vornay. Yes, yes, the water turning from the propellers increasingly turbulent, dangerous, like the world we live in.

So everywhere did.

The mess they serve on the ship under the guise of food. But I did have an interesting dinner, partner. Another gourmet like yourself?

No.

That American girl, the one we once come aboard with in Greenville in the wheelchair. Ah, yes. The pretty redhead. Her name's Myra Steedy, and the man in the wheelchair is her uncle. She's bringing him back to the United States for treatment. Well, you seem to have learned a great deal about her.

Oh, well.

If I were 20 years younger, I'd be giving you competition myself.

Well, shall we go to our cabin and finish packing? We dock early. Oh, very well, very well. Thank you. By the way, we are to be officially met when it is dark. Officially met?

A radiogram came this morning from Mr. David Harding of the American Counter-Spice.

Counter-Spice?

Yes, Mr.

Peters, personally.

This agency may take over the job of guarding me, and you won't have to worry anymore.

Please.

Oh, Mr.

Bowling.

Miss Stevens, what's wrong?

It's my uncle. He's home from the theater and I can't let him back.

Would you and your secretary be willing to help me?

The cabin's right down here. He's trying to reach his.

Medicine when he's stuck. Here, here's the bathroom.

All right. Now, if, uh. Miss Stephen's here.

Uncle's not on the floor. He's there on the bed.

I thought. Good work, Myra. The old fool never knew what hit him.

That padded pipe was perfect. Got a mark on him.

We can't afford any slip. Not with three million dollars at stake. How about your uncle on the bed? Is he still unconscious?

I haven't found out of him since I got him aboard. That stuff he did worked like a charm. Easy anyway.

That's a sailor I found on the docks. Look, he's fat, this pepper. Here, give me your hand with old Barney. We'll put him in the wheelchair.

Why don't we get rid of him?

What are we saving him for?

I have many uses in mind for old Barney. Now, mother, does a hypodermic needle bother you?

Well, if you don't lose a knee with it. How long will that stuff keep the old man unconscious, widow?

Long enough for you to get him a chore tomorrow into your apartment. That's a deep and quiet. Now get me a blanket.

Yes.

The one I wrapped around the other man.

Wrap it around, Vorney. Now, as far as anyone knows, this is the same man you brought aboard.

Your poor, invalid uncle.

Why, you go on posing as Vorney. Pretty clever, though.

I planned it, didn't I?

One thing I don't get, though... Everyone in the United States will accept you as Borneo.

Why did you have to forge a duplicate order for those bonds?

My dear, Borneo was sent out to have three million dollars worth of bonds printed.

With that duplicate letter, I can have six million made.

Six is more than three. How far so good?

At the right time, I sent three million back to my country as they expected. But for myself, I have three million more. Perfect fund. Genuine confidence. Duplicate credit. To be sold here and there around the world for my own profit.

And money.

You'll get your share.

Okay, mastermind. How do we get rid of this sailor?

We'll wait till the deck is empty.

And then send our sailor on his last sail.

Without the boat.

Up to the railing, Myra. Now you understand what you're to do. After we talk them over, I call man overboard. Then I tell the captain I saw my secretary, Rudolph, fail over the side of the ship.

And I dock you up so nobody can dock you.

Sorry.

Okay, let's get it over with. All right. One.

One, two, three.

Hello, Uncle?

Mr.

Harry Peters, Mr.

Harry Peters, Encounters by the Statistical Department, please report to Mr.

Harding's office at once.

Report to Mr.

Harding. What's up, Mr.

Harding?

Job for you, Peter. Oh? I got my bulletproof vest?

No, no, this is an easy one. I just want you to meet a ship with me in New York. A man arranged for the safety of the foreign envoy who's aboard. Another throneless king? A man named Borne. He's been sent here to arrange the printing of some bonds for his country. Why here, Dick? To cut the chances of counterfeiting. His country's economy's already shaky, and I think we need bonds to add to the Marshall Plan aid we're already giving him. Any counterfeits might topple the government.

So we play this, man. Well, it's vitally important for the United States to see that his government doesn't fall. These bonds may be the deciding factor. We'll fly up to New York now. The ship docks tomorrow morning. Coming, Peter? The person said Mr. Vornay went into this restaurant.

What?

Oh, sorry, Dave. I can't read it at all. The one who left the ship was the man who was here?

Mm-hmm.

Now, if foreign envoys looked like that, Joe, we'd have even more international complications.

Come on, Romeo.

Of course, it said Mr. Vornay was wearing a white suit. Over there, Dave. Corner table. He looks rather young, doesn't he? Judging from what I've heard about him. Gets a damn picture in his mind.

Doesn't he?

Uh, Mr.

Vornay? Ah, you must be Mr. David Hodge. Well, I'm sorry we missed you when you came down the gangplank. This is my assistant, Harry Peters. I want to ask you, I'm very pleased to meet you both. Won't you join me?

Thank you.

You probably think it odd of me to eat as soon as I land. But you see, I consider myself a gourmet with the food on the floor. Well, I understand. I hope the voyage was good otherwise, though. On the contrary, Mr. Harding, it's a trap.

Oh?

My secretary, Rudolf, was lost at sea.

Lost? He fell overboard, evidently in a pack of dizziness. Poor, poor dog. Strange we haven't heard of it, Mr.

Hardy.

Well, dear friend, I see. If a foreign registry, I suppose, Mr. Peters, they would not trouble your counter-spies with such a minor, though tragic accident. Oh, is everyone sure it.

Was an accident?

It was seen both by myself and another passenger. But there was no question. It was definitely an accident. Was he your close friend, Mr. Boney? Very.

Hmm. Hmm.

Well, my business in seeing you this morning, Mr. Borning, was to welcome you to our country and arrange whatever protection you desire while you're here. Good to see you.

Mr.

Harvey, I have a great thing to do in your country. A great thing to see.

Well, that's right.

This is your first time outside your own country, isn't it?

Yes.

And I'd rather not have your agent tagging after me. I'm sure you understand. Well, that's up to you, of course. If there's anything at all we can do for you, please call on us. Shall we go, Petey?

Why the frown, Des?

Pierce, did you notice the way Borne was eating? He takes it so seriously. I mean the way he handled his silverware. He held the fork in his right hand eating, but when he wanted to cut, he changed the fork to his left. Don't we both do the same thing? Of course we all do in this country. But in the one Borne comes from, a country he's never supposed to have left before. They do it in the opposite way, keeping the fork in the left hand all the time. No, but there is. Well, I'll admit it's a small thing, Peters.

But there are others, too.

Considering the importance of his mission, we can't take any chances.

But what could be wrong? I don't know yet.

But I will.

Peters, we're going to have to be awfully careful because of his diplomatic standing. But we're going to do a bit of checking on Mr.

Varney.

Uh-huh.

You were right, Dave.

Find proof of foul play in Borne's secretary, false... Not yet, Thorndyke. He's checking that angle now. But I checked into recent news reports in Borne's country, and I found that the secretary before this one also died under peculiar circumstances.

Oh?

A short time before Borne's sale, he died in a mysterious gas explosion at his home. Oh, yeah. Well, certainly something very fishy about Borne that isn't explained by his sea voice. Wait, Dave, there's more. I found that only three pictures of Borne have ever been taken. The only copies of them in the main office of their big news service are mysteriously missing from their files.

Peter, this is.

Another proof that we ought to have a better, quicker means of getting photographs that people were interested in. If we only had some sort of miniature camera that could be issued as standard equipment for every counter-spy... Well, it would certainly simplify our work, Dave. That's a question. A camera small enough to fit in the hand with a simplified foolproof mechanism. As simple as the old-style box cameras that a kid could operate. Why not send instructions through to Washington tonight? Photo Lab could begin work.

On it now.

I'm going to do it.

If we had a camera like that on this case.

Well, we haven't. We'll do the best we can. Now, first of all, Peters, keep on with this investigation of the high mortality rate in Borne's secretaries. Right. Also, I want a tail put on Borne. Our best man, Peters, this man's clever. Plant some energy at his hotel, too. I'll see to it, then. And I want all our SEAL officers alerted to try to locate somebody. A relative, a friend. Who can identify Vorney? They're the captains of the ship identifying. At least he's the same man who came aboard. We can't pass up any chances. I also want to know whether Vorney has ordered those bombs for his government. If so, I want delivery to install until we complete our investigation. I'll handle that myself. No, assign

J4 to it. I've got another job for you, Peters. A special job.

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A man stands outside the door of a New York apartment hotel, looks around, then pushes the doorbell.

Hello, come in.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

First, has anything odd happened here, Maya? Huh? Any repairmen trying to get in? People with the wrong apartment number? Noise on the telephone?

No, no, nothing.

Think they'll be down here?

Think Harding and his counter spies are suspicious. I told you about my lunch.

I didn't even say it.

He walked me very closely. And now I've been followed every time I leave my hotel.

Oh.

No. I've already ordered at the bar.

I just need a little more time.

Well, I suppose they dope out your night morning.

My, my, darling. Suppose I prove that I am.

Hmm?

Is Danny still safe in the next room?

Sure.

Let's go see.

All right.

I had to wake up about an hour ago. I had to give him another hypo.

All right, but from now on, only half a cup.

Here, take our piece for you. If we kept eye on the ghost, he might wake up and make a lot of noise.

Then keep him tied and dead. But I need him consciously enough to find some papers. Now, where's that gold cigarette paper?

Uh, here in the drawer. I was keeping it.

You mean you were going to steal it?

I give you a chance at part of three million dollars and you waste time on small change. My way, you're still just a nightclub girl, it's hard.

Hey, now.

I'm going to get a fingerprint all over the cigarette case.

But good luck with your prints of the honor, too.

Oh, no. I've coated my own fingers with collodion. I can't leave any prints.

Then what?

I read in the paper that David Harden is again in New York. I'm going to drop in and see him, I just happen to leave my case. Warners will be the only prints they'll find on it.

That's pretty slick, Rudolph, even to me.

Isn't it?

I just hope it's, uh, slick enough to fool the counter-spies.

Jennifer calling, Mr.

Harding.

A checkup of bond engraving companies revealed that two separate orders have been placed by Borne. Each order is for $ 3 million worth of negotiable bonds. Examination of the orders proves one letter to be a clever duplicate of the other.

Quite the original amount ordered, huh? And that's the answer to his racket. Three million to be sold by his government in an equal amount for his own profit.

The bond companies have agreed to stall him as you requested.

Okay. Stand by for further orders. All right, Mr. Ferguson, you can send Mr. Verney in now.

Come in, Mr.

Vornay.

Thank you.

I hope I'm not keeping you from your important work at all. What can I do for you? I'd like to thank you and Mr. Peters for your kindness in meeting me and my chip doctor at the day. Oh, I'm sorry.

Mr.

Peters isn't in right now.

He's out on his job. I hope to see him.

Mind if I smoke, Mr.

Honey?

Not at all.

You'll find some cigarettes in there.

Stop it, please. I have this case with my own favorite brand.

Would you excuse me? Yes.

Howdy, Clee.

Hold on, Dave. We got into Borny's room as soon as he left and went over it with the infrared equipment so there won't be any traces left.

Mm-hmm. Get anything?

All the fingerprints you wanted. I'm bringing the photographs right down to be developed. One bad break, though. Borny again took off the man we had trailing him. No idea where he is now.

I have.

Here.

Would you?

Oh, boy, if he could hear this call.

I don't think that'll be too good.

I'll see you later.

Sorry, Mr.

Horner. It is my fault for taking up your time when you are busy chasing some, how do you say, international racketeers. No, no, I'm glad you came. I have some news for you. We've located an old friend of yours here in the United States. A friend? Otto Strebling in Chicago. He used to work with you in your country.

Remember him? Of course.

But you should have brought him.

Oh, it's no bother at all, Mr. Horner. Anything can make your visit here a memorable one. I've arranged for Strebling to fly in from Chicago tonight. He'll land at seven. Please, could someone please tell me where I can get a cab?

Could any? For goodness sake, well, no one would have me.

This is Otto Stebbins.

Yes, I'm Otto.

Darling, how good to see you. But stay along with me. My name is Myra Stevens. I'm a counter-spy.

A counter-spy?

I couldn't stand it. Very unlikely, as I said. Darling, if you come along with me, my car is right outside. All right, now into this house, Mr.

Steadman.

All right, but why do we have to be so careful?

There is no one alive.

I told you, you and Vornay are both in danger.

You, uh, you are taking me to my old friend, Mr. Vornay, aren't you?

Yes, he's been hidden here until we catch the foreign agent. All right, get inside.

All right, you don't have to poke at me this. Well, can you see it?

Why do you point that gun at me?

Why do people usually point guns, stupid? Now, go on to the next room.

But, but, but, you said you would take me to my friend.

That's just what I'm doing. He's right in here. There you are, Otto, old boy.

Mr.

Warner.

But, but, what can they.

Say to you?

It's all tied up in his feet. We tried to convince him he should sign some papers. Maybe now when he sees you, he'll behave.

You.

Stay where you are. I may wear a skirt, Bob, but I can see pretty good at close range.

You, you, you lied to me.

Not entirely. In a way, I am with the counter-spies. At least my boss, Rudolph, is. Yeah, at this very minute, he's having dinner with David Hardin, head of the counter-spies. Setting up a perfect alibi for himself.

But, Mr.

Hounding, what I invited you to do.

We'll have our dinner, Mr.

Bourne.

But first, I thought you'd like to see how we make an arrest in this country. Of course, but... A call I received just before we left was from my agent. They followed the girl accomplice of a certain criminal to a house here in the suburbs.

This house, as a matter of fact.

Come along, Mr.

Bourne.

I'm sure you'll be interested. After you, Mr. Harding.

After you. Mr.

Harding, I.

Harding?

What kind of a thing is this? I take that part of you like you said.

Silence, you fool. That is not possible. That's Harry Peters, one of Harding's men.

What's Harding for?

Now take that gun.

No, you don't.

That's mine.

That's better.

All right, Peters, you can untie Mr. Vorney now.

And as for you, Mr.

Rudolph, you're under arrest.

On what charge, Mr.

Harding?

The kidnapping of Mr. Vorney, forging official documents, and.

Mr.

Harding, I'm not responsible for what this woman did.

You double-crossed jerk.

You're not passing the buck to me on this one.

Mr. Harding, this guy's already killed two men, and before I'm done talking.

All right, you'll get your chance to talk. We already have all the proof we need. You see, Rudolph, your clever trick with the cigarette case didn't work. We'd already gotten your fingerprints from your apartment.

You simply gave away the fact that the real envoy was here, too.

And you thought you were so slick, Master Myers.

He was, but not clever enough. He fell for the story that an old friend of Vorney's was coming and led my men here just as we expected. All right, Mr. Harding, let's get it over with.

Let's go. Certainly, Rudolph.

Oh, I did promise you a dinner, didn't I? Well, you'll get it.

It'll be interesting to get the opinion of a gourmet.

Like yourself, Rudolph. On the food served in our federal prisons.

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Welcome back! Well, once again, Harding just does a masterful job in playing his suspect. I love the whole setup with the fake friend visiting. This episode also had a couple of interesting pieces of dialogue. The first was the clue about the way the imposter ate. Now, this was not actually some exotic ritual. It does tend to be broadly a European approach to eating that was popular, at least at the time. So, while the episode makes it seem like it's individualized to this country... It's more of European custom, and this guy supposedly never left the country in his lifetime, was eating in another way, which was a good clue to Harding. On the other hand, there was one part that's kind of amusing, was Harding saying

that he wished that they had a miniature camera set that was small enough to fit in the hand and simple enough for anyone to operate. And, you know, tell speeders, you know, have Washington get to work on it, you know, get in touch with a photo lab. I wonder if there was an off-air response. Yeah, well, thanks for the request, but this actually exists. It was invented in 1936. It's called the Minox. It was a camera that actually was bought by the OSS during World War II, with 25 being sold in 1942. The writers may not have been photography buffs. There are some aspects of the Minox that Harding's request doesn't quite fit as well. He wanted them to be as easy to use as box cameras and just standard issue for every counter spot. The Minox tended

to be a bit expensive. it required a specialized type of film. So, while what Harding was asking for with, you know, the headline miniature camera already existed, there's another element of the request in terms of a camera that would be relatively inexpensive and.

Easy to use.

And really, That is the sort of innovation that I intended to foretell, as today, of course, we have the sort of cameras in our phones, and then in much smaller ways that would have been the envy of any counter-spy that's readily available for civilian purchase. Listener comments and feedback now, and a random Spotify user writes, I know there is no comedy meant in this episode, and this is the vicious visitor, but when he had to repeat the line with more emphasis, I had to laugh. And then my mind started wandering as to other phrases he could have went with and had to repeat multiple times.

Then I really started laughing. Well, Thanks so much. Appreciate the comment. And yeah, no comedy intended in The Vicious Visitor, but I do think the previous episode, The Visiting Vultures, definitely had some comedy intended. All right, well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. Thank you to Chris, Patreon supporter since February 2019. currently supporting the podcast at the secret agent.

Level of $ 4 or more per month.

Thanks so much for your support. And that will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software and be sure to rate and review the podcast wherever you download it from. Join us back here next Saturday for another episode of Counterspy on the Great Adventurers podcast. We'll be back on Tuesday with Tarzan, and then tomorrow a special encore presentation on the Great Detectives podcast, and then our regular lineup on Monday with the Saint. In the meantime, do send your comments to box13 at greatdetectives.net. Follow us on Twitter at Radio Detectives, and check us out on Instagram, instagram.com slash greatdetectives. From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham,

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