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Counterspy: The Society Swindler (A0128)

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Today's Adventure: CounterSpy chief David Harding investigates a charity racket operating among wealthy members of East Coast society. When a charity organizer connected to the World Refugee Fund is found to be running a fraudulent scheme, Harding sets a trap to uncover the criminal mastermind behind it. His investigation leads to Alfred Babson, a dangerous society figure whose operation involves threats, murder, and carefully timed plans. Harding must expose the racket before Babson can eliminate those who stand in his way.

Original Radio Broadcast:October 11, 1949

Originating in New York

Cast:
• Don McLaughlin
• Mandel Kramer
• Ken Lynch as Zero
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Counterspy 22.

Stories above the streets of Manhattan, in the paneled library of a penthouse, a well-groomed man in a satin smoking jacket sits at a heavy oak desk. His eyes are fixed impatiently on the sweet second hand of his unique alarm wristwatch as a dark-haired woman reads from a list.

General and Mrs.

Ralph C.

Maxton.

Doctor and Mrs. Charles Nestor. Commissioner and Mrs. Stephen W. Otis. Oh, by the way, Alfred, Mr. Otis has just been elected chairman of the Board of General Oil.

I know all about Otis. Please continue, Carlisle.

Mr.

And Mrs.

George R. Pace. Ambassador and Mrs.

Victor.

Ambassador and Mrs. Victor Pagano.

Mr.

And Mrs. Lance.

That'll be all, Carlisle.

Alfred, I haven't finished the list.

You heard my alarm watch. Time is up. Three and a half minutes.

You're a strange man, Alfred.

Time is money, Carla. How about that list? See to it that the guests appear at Mrs. Grayson's party for the World Refugee Fund.

With my name on the invitation as co-hostess, no one will dare.

Refuse to appear.

They're all deadly afraid of what I may write in my weekly column.

One unkind word from Countess Carlo Maroni, and they're in hot water. That title pays you real dividends, doesn't it?

Thanks to your cleverness in organizing the World Refugee Fund.

Ah, dear sweet charity. What a blessing to mankind.

Mr.

Batson.

What is it, Zero?

Olsen's here.

He's 20 seconds late, Zero.

Yeah, I know, boss. I kept him out in the hall like you said.

Let's see. It's two minutes to eight. One minute and 30 seconds. That's enough time to give Olsen.

Alfred, you'll be back?

In one minute and 45 seconds. All right, Zero. Go down the hall. Jerome, did Paulson walk up from the 20th floor as I ordered?

Yeah, boss.

Everything's set.

Good evening, Paulson.

Hiya, Mr. Babson.

You wanted to see me?

Paulson, you've worked the room, that table for me, at 11 of our charity parties. You're an excellent group, yeah? And I pay you well.

No complaints, Mr.

Babson.

Then, Paulson, why did you withhold some of the money from your table at last night's party in Philadelphia? I give you... exactly... Twenty seconds to explain.

I don't get you.

I was watching you, Paulson. You cut yourself a nice slice.

You got me wrong, Zero. I wouldn't do a thing like that to Mr.

Babson. You're a liar.

Zero, let him go.

Okay, boss.

I can explain, Mr.

Babson.

There's no time left to explain. You wasted it lying.

Please, just give me a.

You heard the boss. Time's up. Get moving.

Zero, open the elevator door for Paul. With pleasure. That's the way out for you, Folsom.

The elevator's not there.

It's 22 floors below, and you're going down to meet it.

What?

You're taking a suicide dive, Folsom. That's why I had you get off at the 20th floor and walk the rest of the way up to be sure you wouldn't be traced to my penthouse. All right, zero.

So long, chiseler.

One minute and 30 seconds on the nose for Paulson. Time to kiss right, Mr. Babson.

Of course, zero. That's the way to treat time.

Exactly right.

Good evening, Countess Moroni.

Why, Alfred Babson, charming of you to come.

I hope this party will provide you with plenty of material for your society column.

Oh, yes.

And the roulette table's just piling up money for the World Refugee Fund.

Ah, sweet charity.

I got your signal, Alfred. Anything wrong?

Come into the study column. I've a minute and a half for you. Carla, I heard something this afternoon that may mean trouble.

Oh?

About a man called George Walsh, the cleverest and biggest fake charity organizer on the West Coast. I've just learned that Walsh is headed here to begin operations in East Coast society circles.

Alfred, we have that big affair at Vera Ashton's home outside Washington next month.

Are you afraid of trouble over that?

That you can leave to me. More important, Carla... Yes? You are a valuable asset in this business. If Walsh should try to buy you away from me.

Don't you trust me?

You know about Poulsen's suicide. The same thing could happen to anyone else who double-crossed me. Ah, my watch tells me our time is up. I have to be going.

See you soon, Carla.

To David Harding, Chief, United States Counterspies, Washington. Copy of report from Counterspy Attaché Paris. Investigation of United States Charity Organization, World Refugee Fund, reveals that monies forwarded here from United States are deposited in Paris banks.

Under name of Jean Lebut.

There is no evidence of monies being used for.

Relief of refugees.

I beg your pardon, madam.

Is there any way I can help you?

This is counter-spy headquarters, is it not? I wish to see David Harding, and I don't need your help for that, young man.

Madam, you shouldn't be in this corridor at all.

You'll have to be announced. That's the rule.

Rule.

Government by bureaucracy. It wasn't this way when Grover Cleveland piloted our ship of faith.

Who shall I say is calling?

I'll say who's calling when I get in there.

Very sorry, madam, but I can't lie.

Young man, remove your hand from my arm or I'll slap your face.

Very well.

Ruffian.

An organization of ruffians.

So there you are.

David Hardy.

Well, be right. For a moment I thought a tornado hit the building.

We have an appointment, I think, David.

Vera, you haven't changed a bit. Now sit down and cool off that temper of yours.

David, I have a good mind to send a letter to the president about the way you run this office, and I would.

If I didn't love.

You so darn much.

You're a sweetheart.

Oh, you're not fooling me with that sugar talk, David. Why did you ask me to come and see you?

Vera, I see by the columns that you're giving a charity party next week out at your place in Chevy Chase.

It'll make every other affair this season look thick. Countess Carla Maroney is my co-hostess.

And the proceeds are to go to the World Refugee Fund. Now, Vera, as a favor to me, I want you to switch your sponsorship to another charity instead.

Of World Refugee.

Jesus, are you mad why Countess Moroni is making all arrangements? Her name on the invitation is a guarantee of success.

My agents, Vera, have been investigating all organizations sending money overseas for relief. Most of them are worthy groups, but we've uncovered a few exceptions. The World Refugee Fund is one of them.

Ridiculous.

Here's a cable report from our attaché in Paris. The World Refugee Fund is a phony front for a charity record.

Countess Moroni should be told about this.

Our records show that every charity party sponsored for a world refugee was arraigned by her.

You mean she.

Then she should be arrested.

Oh, no, no.

Just now.

She's of much more value to us on the loose. Now, I'm interested in getting at the big brains behind this sleazy racket. And I've already started a trick to smoke him out.

You want to help?

David Hardy.

That's the silliest question you ever asked.

Then I'll let you in on a secret.

A big West Coast charity racketeer, George Walsh, is coming east to operate in Society Circle. His assistant, a fellow named Ralph Harrison, will be with him. And he's going to call on you, Vera.

Oh, David, is this another of your techniques?

Bill can't fool you, can I? But seriously, Vera.

I hope to trap that unknown racketeer behind Countess Moroni. And there's nothing like the assumed threat of gangland plane jumping to bring an unknown criminal out.

Into the light.

But, David, what is a fight between criminals to do with me?

Vera, I'm making your charity party next week the battleground.

Mr.

Harding, I found this memo from you on my desk. Oh, yes, Peter.

Mr.

Ralph Harrison has a five o'clock appointment tomorrow in the solarium of Mrs. Vera Ashton's home. What's it supposed to mean? Just what it says. You will keep that appointment as scheduled, Mr. Harrison.

And now, Mr.

Harrison, allow me to present you to my dear friend, Countess Carla Maroney.

How do you do?

Carla, darling, as I told you on the phone, Mr. Harrison is Assistant.

Director of the Federation of European Charities. Do sit down, both of you.

Thank you.

Some tea, Carla? I can only stay a moment, Mrs.

Ashton.

You said you wanted to discuss something with me about our party here on Friday.

Yes, I.

Well, you.

See, Carla, darling, Mr.

Harrison's been showing me amazing figures of the work of his organization in the rehabilitation of war orphans.

And he has convinced.

Me that the proceeds of our party should go to his group instead of.

Mrs.

Ashton.

Our party was arranged for the World Refugee Fund. Besides, the invitations are all out with my name on them.

I'm sure the Countess won't mind lending her name to another worthy cause.

I certainly do mind.

Mrs.

Ashton, unless you go through with our original plan, I'll have a great deal to say about it in my newspaper column.

Good afternoon.

Just a minute, Countess.

May I see you here, Countess?

Excuse us, Mrs.

Ashton.

This way, Countess. Countess, I want to talk to you about George Walsh.

Walsh?

Mm-hmm.

He likes the way you work the angle. He's my boss. And he's ready to offer you double the percentage.

You get now.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Countess, we know you're in the racket.

Racket?

What impudence.

I'm at the Crescent Hotel, Countess. You can call me when you decide to accept Mr. Walsh's offer. Hello, Mr.

Harding.

Peters.

How'd you make out, Peters? So far, so good. Then don't come back here to headquarters. Meet me in half an hour at Pennsylvania and 18th.

Okay? Okay, Dave. Hello?

Hello? Carla, this is Alfred Babson.

Oh, it's last. When did you get into Washington?

About 20 minutes ago with Zero and the other boys. I'm stopping at the Hotel Newton.

I've got to see you at once.

What's wrong?

That trouble you anticipated. It's here in Washington.

Hey, mister.

Got a light?

Yeah, here you are. The car in the corner, Peter. Mr. Harding's waiting for you. Drive over the fire deck.

Right, Chief.

Now, Peter, the New York field office has just come up with some interesting information. It may be the tie-in we're looking for.

Shoot.

Three weeks ago, a man named Steve Polson was killed when he fell or jumped down an apartment house elevator shaft. It turns out that Polson was a croupier at the charity parties for the.

Any evidence of murder?

No, but the penthouse of that apartment building is leased by an Alfred C.

Babson. Any dope on him, Dave?

No, Babson's a society playboy, and a checkup shows he's been an invited guest to all the parties. And he's right here in Washington. Arrived less than an hour ago.

Harding, car one, go ahead. J-12 reporting, Mr.

Harding.

Countess Maroney just went into room 907 at.

The Hotel Newton.

Register shows room occupied by Alfred C.

Babson.

Thanks. Peters, get back to your room at the Crescent.

Now, if Countess Moroney's with Babson now, I think you can expect a phone call from her very shortly. I'll be most interested to know her proposition.

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In a Washington hotel room, charity racketeer Alfred Babson and Countess Carla Maroney are discussing George Walsh's offer.

See, Carla, Walsh's offer is double whatever I'm giving you.

Alfred, I told you I can be trusted.

Boss, we better pull out of this caper.

Yes, Cyril.

Why?

We heard Walsh is a tough customer with a mob of gorillas.

Maybe, but I'm not letting this plum fall out of my hands into his lap. Carla, the first step is for you to call this man Harrison and arrange a meeting right away.

You take him for a drive across the river. Why park here, Countess?

I want to talk to you alone, Mr.

Harrison, about the offer you made me on behalf of Mr.

Walsh.

You ready to switch over to the smart money?

I've been thinking about it seriously.

Can I tell Mr. Walsh it's all set?

Yeah, you can tell Walsh it's all set.

Hello, stranger.

Okay, Countess, go take a walk.

Yes.

All right, you.

Nice dame, the Countess.

Look, Harrison, my boss has a proposition for you, Mr. Walsh. And what's the gun for? Just to make sure you listen. And my boss figures there's plenty for two outfits in this territory... If your Mr. Walsh wants to play nice, okay. If he don't, then there's a lot of shooting and.

And that means the law. And none of us makes out. And it's a deal? I'll have to talk to Mr.

Walsh.

What's his cut?

He and my boss can talk that over.

Where and when?

You bring Walsh to the Ashton Dames' big party tomorrow night. My boss will be out on the terrace. There'll be a white carnation in his buttonhole so you can spot him.

A white carnation?

You two show out on the terrace at 11, on the nose. Do you think Walsh will go for a set-up like that?

Mrs.

Ashton's party at 11.

Chief meets your boss.

Yeah.

Yeah, zero. I guarantee you my boss will go for a set-up like that.

All right, Zero, get going.

What took you two so long? Boss, I told you on the phone I closed the deal with Harrison. Then I took him to where he could get a cab back to Washington.

And Zero had to pick me up again. After all, this is my car.

Very well. Keep driving around a while, Zero. This is the safest place to talk.

Has something new gone wrong, Alfred?

No, but I'm sure Walsh will try everything to put me out of the way. But this time, Carla, he's meeting his master.

No, Alfred. No more murders. I want to get out of this.

Carla, there's only one way out of this for you. The way Paulson took. Now, Zero, about the plan. This is to be timed to the split second. At Mrs. Ashton's house, there's a set of French windows which lead from the drawing room out to the terrace. Carla, at exactly four minutes before 11, you will go into the drawing room and switch on the lights.

Yes.

I want Walsh and Harrison silhouetted plainly against those French windows.

I see.

There's a row of bushes at the rear of the garden, a hundred yards from the terrace. I'll jockey Walsh and Harrison into position in front of the window. At 11.01, I light a cigarette.

Yes.

Zero, that will let you know you have exactly two minutes to get ready.

I'll be ready.

At 11.03, my alarm will go off. You won't hear it, Zero, so keep your eyes on your own watch. At 11.03, you fire with the telescopic sight. One shot for Walsh, one for Harrison. And remember, both of you, timing is everything. Dave, I've got something that could have helped us on this case.

What is it?

Well, I took our specifications for a miniature camera to one of the best manufacturers in the country. Told him the camera was to be used as standard equipment for all counter spies. Their production engineer gulped a couple of times and put our camera on a priority basis.

Well, here's a dummy model. Hey, Peter. This certainly is a honey.

Mm-hmm.

Simple to operate, sturdily built, and films can be bought anywhere. The factory really did himself proud. He's even going to use a faster lens, for one thing, and the camera will be lighter in weight. When can we get these in quality?

I'll phone him.

You're okay.

He'll start deliveries right away. Do it.

Too bad we couldn't use one of these cameras tonight on this Babson case, Chief. It'll be just the thing. Yeah, I'm sorry, Peter.

But make your phone call and let's go. We've got a bit of a ride out to Mrs. Ashton's house in Chevy Chase.

What's the time, Peter?

One minute of 11, Dave. There's the countess coming out of the drawing room. Now, Vera, your cooperation is of the utmost importance.

David, I'm worth any ten of your agents. I'll keep that miserable countess creature away from the terrace, all right.

I'll talk her deaf, dumb.

And blind.

Vera, I love you.

Well, I'd better get started.

Come on, Peter. Let's go out on the terrace.

All right.

Down there by the French windows, Dave. That must be our man. White carnation in his lapel.

Pardon me. You have the time?

Oh, yes.

Just eleven.

We're on the nose. Zero said you wanted it.

You, Harrison?

That's right. This is my boss, George Walsh.

Walsh!

It's a pleasure. My name's Alfred Babson.

Babson, the pleasure's all mine. Chief's been looking forward to this meeting, Mr. Babson.

Yes.

And now, Babson, I'm sure I'm going to get just what I came for.

Walsh, haven't I seen you someplace before?

I've been seen a lot of places before.

Cigarette, Walsh?

No, thank you.

Allison?

Thanks.

Lyons?

Mm-hmm. Well, Walsh, we'll have everything settled in less than two minutes. We both know what we want, and I'm a stickler for time.

I noticed that wristwatch of yours, Babson. Alarm on it. Nice gadget.

No, thank you. I had it made especially. Now, Walsh, let's hear your plan. Okay, Babson.

Here's my plan. Don't try to get out of it, Babson.

My arm.

The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt. That's a hammer hole that she's got on you, Babson. Keep it up and you'll have a broken arm.

Why?

That's better.

What's the idea of this, Kaper?

Go on, Babson. Over to the French window.

Oh, wait.

Move.

I said move.

But, French, we can't stand here.

No?

Somebody.

You'll see us. We'd better go inside.

We'll talk right here, and you've got only 60 seconds left.

60, Babson, only 60. You're right in front of me, Babson. When Zero shoots from those bushes down there, you get it first.

Well, you know.

After the Countess made the appointment to meet my assistant, I had her car wired for sound. What I heard you, Zero, and the Countess say sounded very interesting.

Babson, 45 seconds left.

I'll be killed. Tell him not to shoot.

Forty seconds, Stanton. Now you're getting just what you gave Steve Poulsen.

Well, I.

I had killed Poulsen. I couldn't trust him.

Thirty-five seconds left.

Don't let Zero shoot.

Stop him. Walsh, I'll give you anything you want. Sounds as if you have an offer for me. Twenty-five seconds, Stanton.

Walsh, I'll clear out of the charity racket. You take over the whole operation.

Everything.

The countess goes with it. You can have it all.

Fifteen seconds to go.

Didn't you hear me? I'm giving you everything. Ten.

No!

Don't shoot!

It's me!

Don't shoot!

Now exactly three minutes past eleven.

It's me now!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

I wasn't, sir?

No.

But that shot.

Fired by one of my men as a signal to let me know that everything down there was under control.

But zero.

We got zero. And with your confession, Babson, the government closes this case.

Government?

Babson, while your mouth is open in that stupid gate, keep it that way.

Mr.

George Walsh here is David Harding, chief of the counter-spies.

That's right, Babson, and I can guarantee you personally when the time arrives for your trial, the jury isn't going to show you any charity.

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Welcome back.

Okay, there are a few things that I really loved about this episode. First of all, Vera. I have no idea if Vera was a recurring character on Counterspy, but she ought to be. The way she handles Harding and everyone else is just absolutely a treat to listen to. Yeah, and I think we had an episode a few months back where Harding dealt with a society matron, and she was just, she was okay. It's just a generic character but man, Vera showed that you really could do a lot more with a character like that, and so absolutely loved Vera. I also liked the ending where they turned Babson's watch on him, and he used this as this sort of instrument of terror, and now he was subject to the judgment of the clock. I mean, that was

just poetic justice on behalf of David Harding. Now, it is worth noting that this watch, a form of it, did actually exist. In 1947, Volkane released the Cricket, which was the first wristwatch with an alarm on it. And by 1951, there's actually a photo of Dwight Eisenhower, not yet president, but Eisenhower had this wristwatch. Now, of course, Babson said he had had it made especially. wouldn't necessarily be required because you could buy it from a watch store if you were as wealthy as he was portrayed to be, but paying extra to get your own model rather than getting an off-the-assembly line model, I could see Babson doing that. The Countess plays an interesting role, and I was thinking about that as I was listening to it.

It does reflect a very different time when certain individual voices were quite powerful and could make or break you. And there are so many fictional examples of this throughout the years. Waldo Loddicker, in Laura, or Paul Girard in the Columbo episode Murder Under Glass. And then you had the power of real-life gossip columnists like Walter Winchell or Luella Parsons.

These were individuals.

Who had a reach and an authority in this mass media age they lived in that's really gone by the boards as media sources have become more diffuse and the reach of any individual columnist or host is quite limited. I think in many ways, This was even the case when I was growing up where a lot of people held these prominent columnist posts. Perhaps others had in past generations but did not have nearly the reach or the power of their predecessors. The way that wealthy people were scared of what might be in the countess column, her closest modern-day equivalent, would be the fear that so many have of having social media come after them. So we've changed from a world where a few people held this inordinate power because of their position in the mass media

to a world where people are essentially afraid of a mob. Whether that's a good thing or not, I'll leave to everyone else to think about. Well, I also have to offer a brief casting note, as Zero was played by Ken Lynch, who many listeners might remember from The Adventures of the Falcon. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. Thank you to Todd, Patreon supporter since July of 2025, currently supporting the podcast at the shawmest level of $ 4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Todd, 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.

We'll be back next Saturday with another episode of Counterspy, but join us back here on the Great Detectives podcast tomorrow for a special Sunday encore, and then Monday we return with the Adventures of the Saint, and then on the Great Adventurers podcast, we'll be back Tuesday with Tarzan. 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 great detectives from Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.

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