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The Landini Murder Mystery Omnibus, Part 1 (Ep5075e)
Sonntag, 4. Oktober 2026 · 2 h 51
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In this episode, we begin our journey through the surviving episodes of Charlie Chan’s Landini Murder Case, a 39-part serialized mystery based on Earl Derr Biggers’ final Charlie Chan novel, The Keeper of the Keys. This omnibus brings together the commentary and surviving episodes from the original serial, allowing listeners to experience the story in a much shorter format. Part 1 features Episodes 7 and 8, “The Chinese Suspect” and “A Barking Dog.”
Originating in Hollywood
Starring: Walter Connolly as Charlie Chan
The Chinese Suspect
Charlie Chan arrives at Pine View to assist wealthy Dudley Ward with a family mystery, but events take a deadly turn when Ellen Landini is found murdered. With everyone ordered to remain at the estate, Chan begins searching for answers among a house full of suspects. Then, in the darkness outside, he spots someone quietly leaving the house—and follows.
Original Air Date: 1935–1936
A Barking Dog
Charlie Chan’s investigation into Ellen Landini’s murder takes a closer look at the servants, the crime scene, and a timeline that doesn’t quite add up. When crucial fingerprints have been wiped away, Chan is left with fewer answers—and one suspect who can’t account for his whereabouts. But is that enough to identify the killer?
Original Air Date: 1935–1936
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From Boise, Idaho, this is your host.
Adam Graham.
About a year and a half ago, we brought you the Landini Murder Case, a mostly intact 39-part Charlie Chan serial starring Walter Connelly. It was an enjoyable story, but I could understand how it would be a challenge to follow. We played two episodes per week, which meant that to play the 33 surviving episodes, it took 16 weeks. And we also had three weeks of scheduled and unscheduled breaks in that period. So I decided to compile all of the episodes and commentary from those 16 programs into three omnibus programs so that you can enjoy the Landini murderer mystery in a much quicker fashion. As always, please be advised, any offers or information included in the episode is not valid unless it's on our Great Detectives of Old Time
Radio website. But here now is the first part of the Landini Murder Mystery Omnibus.
THE END.
Welcome to The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio. From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we will begin our journey through the circulating episodes of Charlie Chan. But first, I do want to encourage you, if you are enjoying the podcast, to follow us using your favorite podcast software. And I want to encourage you to check out our other podcast, including the video companion to this podcast, Public Domain Video Theater at videotheater.greatdetectives.net. You can also find us on YouTube and now on Spotify. Twice a month, we post a public domain television show. Right now, we're alternating between Mr. and Mrs. North and Dragnet. And you can find all of our podcasts at our website at greatdetectives.net.
Now we're going to talk about Charlie Chan. The Honolulu Police Inspector was created in.
1925 by author Earl Der.
Biggers in his novel, The House Without a Key. He was inspired by real-life Hawaiian detective Chang Apana. and was written as a benevolent hero and a counter to the more sinister Asian characters such as Fu Manchu. The character was massively popular, particularly in the second quarter of the 20th century. While only six novels were written before Biggers passed away in 1933, there were 44 novels Charlie Chan movies released between 1931 and 1949, and that's just the American films. The character also starred in a newspaper strip, as well as in several comic book features, and also still has a following to this day. There was a TV series starring Jake Harrell Nash as Charlie Chan in the mid to late 50s, and a Charlie Chan animated
series released in the 70s with Key Luke, who played the number one son in so many movies, voicing Charlie Chan. There was also a TV movie and A not particularly well-received revival of Charlie Chan films in 1981, starring Peter Ustinov. I remember that the original films were favorites of my dad when I was growing up. I remember him watching the Charlie Chan marathon on AMC, which is... actually stands for American Movie Classics. And believe it or not, there was a time when AMC actually played classic American movies rather than zombie TV shows. My memory of this officially makes me old. But of course, with Charlie Chan's popularity in other media, the character also made his way onto radio.
The first actor to play Charlie Chan was Walter Connelly. And according to the best information I can find, Connelly played Chan for six months in a series that launched in 1932 over NBC. All the episodes of that series are lost, and it was self-contained half-hour episodes. Charlie Chan would return to radio in the fall of 1935, and really capture what was the spirit of the 1930s, which was serialized radio, with 15-minute serialized episodes each week. Now, I do have conflicting information as to whether this particular series was aired over mutual or was syndicated. Although it should be said that in 1935, a lot of the mutual network associations were a bit looser. So you can imagine that this series ended up playing on a lot
of mutual stations. The first serial we have in existence is the Landini murder case. This will be one of the longest stories we've ever played on the podcast. It was 39 serialized episodes long. And it's mostly intact. I say mostly because the first six episodes are missing. But the good thing about the Landini murder case is that it was actually based on a book. The very last Charlie Chan mystery novel by Earl Der Biggers. It was called The Keeper of the Keys. The Keeper of the Keys is noteworthy. The other Charlie Chan books were adapted to film, but this is the only one that wasn't.
It was released in 1932, and it was adapted to stage in a Broadway play that starred William Harrigan as Charlie Chan. Now, when the story starts, the murder has actually happened, and so to listen to it that way, you kind of have to pick up what's happened. And you can do that, but because we do have the novel, I went ahead and read the portions of it that occurred before the murder. So, I can summarize a lot about the plots and characters and things that were established in the novel. Now, it should be said that some of this may have been changed for the radio program.
And it's possible that the writers of the radio serial were also influenced by the stage play written by Valentine Davies. Although the nature of playwriting and radio writing meant they had two almost opposite purposes. For Valentine Davies, he needed to condense the novel to a point where it could be performed as a play. While for the radio play, you needed to expand on what happened in the novel a little bit as well as arrange things so that you have 38 good cliffhangers. Now, the investigation will have been in early stages by the time we get into Part 7. I'm not going to summarize a whole lot about what was found in the course of the investigation, because the radio writers do a lot of rearranging of
facts to fit the plot structure. For example... There are two events that both happen in the same chapter in the novel, but the radio writers put one event in part 7 and the other in part 14. So there's really only a couple aspects of the investigation that we'll discuss. Now, I will say that this is going to take a little while because there are a lot of characters and a lot going on. And you can skip ahead about 10 minutes and just get right into the episode and say, I'll just figure things out as I go along.
You have.
that option, but there's a lot going on in a lot of situations that thought it would be helpful to offer the plot summary, so here goes. The Keeper of the Keys begins with Charlie Chan on a train to California. where his place in society as a celebrated detective is established. He's in California mostly as a vacation, but also had an intriguing invite to visit a wealthy man named Dudley Ward.
Ward has called an unusual dinner party where, except for Inspector Chan, all the guests have one thing in common. They were married to the same woman, the famed singer, Ellen Landini. She's currently in the process of divorcing husband number four, Luis Romano, so she can marry a young singer 15 years her junior. Ward was the first husband, and none of them really bear any acrimony towards each other.
He has called the others together along with Charlie Chan because he was told that Landini was had a son within a few months of leaving him and gave the son to a family to raise to spite him and hid the child's existence. Ward had hoped that maybe she'd accidentally let something slip to one of the other ex-husbands or they'd accidentally seen something about the existence of his son, but all of them disclaim any knowledge of this child. However, their visit isn't entirely in vain because he's invited another after-dinner guest, Ellen Landini, who is over in Reno, completing the required wait in order to get her divorce from Mr. Romano.
Ward determines to put the question directly to Landini to show that he's serious about this. He's reached out to the other husbands. and he's engaged the great detective Charlie Chan. He is going to pursue this, and it would just be easier for everyone and far more pleasant if she just told him where his son was. However, Lindini denies that she had a child ever and intimates that Ward had been fed false information by his maid, Cecile. More on that in a minute. Ward had assumed that Landini would be in a hurry to leave. The way the book interprets Nevada law is that if Landini was outside of the state of Nevada after midnight, that her entire wait period for divorce would have to start all over again. However,
Landini is perfectly fine to linger because she will be back in Nevada and has planned a dramatic exit from her ex-husband's estate by private airplane. However, that's not what happens. Well, the plane is making its approach at around 11 o'clock at night and hears a shot, runs up to where Landini was and finds that she has been shot. And pretty soon the whole household is there and he begins a preliminary investigation with the intent of handing matters over to the local authorities. What he finds are a whole lot of suspects and potential suspects. Of course, there are the four exes. Ward had an acrimonious breakup with Landini over her decision to pursue her singing career, although he seems to be over that and killing her would indicate
invalidate his stated purpose of finding his lost son. Husband number two was John Ryder, but the book, at least in the early stages before the murder occurs, doesn't tell us a whole lot about their marriage, other than it was the shortest of Landini's marriages. Before she died, Landini had sent Chan to ask Ryder to come talk to her, and Ryder declined, And the book described Ryder regarding her body coldly and without any sort of pity or feeling.
Husband number three was Dr. Swan, whose breakup had been precipitated by Landini having an affair with her chauffeur. However, in a twist, Landini didn't get what she wanted. As the chauffeur was stolen away by a maid, And she ended up marrying Romano. The chauffeur, Michael Ireland, had come to be a charter airplane pilot and was in fact the pilot who was picking up Landini. And his wife was Cecile, the maid for Ward. What a very likely coincidence.
Romano viewed himself as key to Landini's career taking off and maintaining success. as he brought discipline and structure to it that allowed her to succeed and continue to thrive and be professional. But trying to be a stern business manager and a spouse is a horrible combination, and so I'm kind of sympathetic to why Landini might have wanted to end the marriage. In a noteworthy scene where Landini meets Hugh Beaton, We ask him how many cigarettes he allows Landini to smoke. Beaton responds that how much she smokes is her own affair and that he's only interested in love. Romano responds that if Landini smokes too much, it will ruin her voice and career and that she needs to have rules and limitations. And then, without Beaton's
Asking for it, he goes upstairs to write down a list of rules for the young man to enforce on Landini. In addition to this, Romano had a major financial beef with Landini. She had signed a financial settlement and had failed to provide him with the required support. Part of the reason he agreed to come out and meet Ward was because Ward offered him money, and he needed it desperately.
Ward's longtime family servant, Ah Sing, who's been with the family since Ward was a boy, was also in the house at the time of the killing. We're told that Ah Sing is in his 70s, but As was not uncommon for many people born in the mid-19th century, he wasn't exactly sure how old he was. It's obvious that Ah Sing knows more than he's letting on, which makes him a suspect, although figuring out an exact motive is kind of hard. The other suspect is Leslie Beaton, Hugh's sister, and I feel like the surviving episodes are not clear on why she's suspected, or what her motive might be, although it's hinted at. She's suspected for a couple reasons. First, a scar belonging to her was found near Landini's body. Second,
she was in a room near where the murder was committed, although she claimed to be unable to hear much because of the thickness of the walls. Her motive is referenced at one episode briefly as her thought that Landini was ruining her brother, but it was a little vague as to what that actually meant. The novel was clear. Her family grew up in poverty. She'd always seen everyone in her family struggle. Her brother cobbled together a little musical career and was maybe getting to a point where he might be able to have a break as a singer.
But then... Along came Landini, a woman 15 years his brother's senior. She feared that Landini would ruin any chance her brother had of success. Landini had been quite clear that she was not going to offer any help to Hugh. She would be about herself and her own career. And you get the idea that Hugh would be subsumed in Landini's shadow. And not only that, because of her age, while Landini wasn't quite a has-been, her career was headed for an inevitable decline. Leslie pleaded with Landini, but to no avail. She even laughed at her. And according to Dr. Swan, Leslie told him that she wished Landini were dead. It should also be noted that present in the house at the time of the murder were Jim Dinsdale, a tavern
owner who was also a friend of Landini who drove her from Reno, as well as Mr. Ward's cook. However, the novel doesn't treat either of them as suspects, and it should be noted that the Broadway play actually omits them entirely. Now, while Chan was ready to hand the case off to local law enforcement, local law enforcement was not quite so ready, as it was represented in the person of young county sheriff Don Holt. Holt was the son of the longtime sheriff who had gone blind and really never had a murder case and is more than happy to have Chan's help in solving the case. Holt is also immediately taken with Leslie Beaton from the very first scene they share. So now you are all caught up to speed. Here from 1935 or 1936 are episodes
7 and and eight of the Landini murder case, The Chinese Suspect and a Barking Dog.
The most delightfully fascinating character in the realms of mystery.
Charlie Chan.
THE END.
Thank you. Thank you.
Charlie Chan had been invited to Pineview by Dudley Ward to assist a millionaire in locating a son whom Ward had reason to believe had been born to Landini following her divorce from Ward. Inspector Chan finds an amazing gathering. Landini herself, Ryder, Romano, Dr. Swan, and Ward, all at various times having been married to Landini. The Honolulu detective finds also Hugh Beaton and his sister Leslie. And while Landini's plane is landing at Ward's landing field, a shot rings out. and Landini is found murdered. Sheriff Holt arrives, and after questioning the group, orders everyone to remain in the house. Charlie Chan retires to his room. He stands looking out the window at the snow-covered landscape, when suddenly
he sees a figure leave the house. Swiftly but silently, Chan makes his way downstairs. A front door opens.
To his touch.
He watches the figure disappear behind the shrubbery, and running silently on the snow, he skirts the bushes, spreads wide his arms, and catching the figure, stares down into the wrinkled face of Ah Sing.
Ah, Singh. What's the matter with you?
Ah, Singh, go look and see if the automobile house is all properly closed up.
So much work in this place. No can do.
No can do.
Is that you, Inspector Chan?
Yes, Sheriff, it is. I'm at present busily engaged in questioning Ah, Singh.
Ah, Singh, eh? What are you doing out after I warned you not to leave the house?
I suppose I'm not going to leave the house. No can eat, no can sleep, no can do nothing. Every night more than a float a year, saying he leave him house. Go look him, say everything, all.
Lock him up.
Now you, you all the same little boy, speak to me, knock on door. Suppose I sing, he speak to you. Why you no go bed, sleep like another man, huh?
We forget our thing, but we are trying to solve a murder. Trying with little success, I must admit. to find who killed Madame Landini. Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, me forget. The missus dead.
Yeah.
So bad. While believing that human brain functions more perfectly in cool climate, I find present degree of cold has numbing effects. Can we not continue this discussion inside house?
A good suggestion, Inspector. Come along, I think.
You have the keys, see?
Oh, yeah.
Plenty key got. We shall accompany you, I think. You like a catch-em call? All right. Let this known, is it, please? We shall accompany you. You lead way, please.
You have an idea?
No, but after turmoil of evening, such a thing as seeing that garage is locked seems insignificant trifle. Habits of lifetime, good or bad, are difficult to break. The wolf may lose his teeth, but his thoughts remain the same.
Then you don't have any hopes of learning anything from our Singh.
Who knows? Even the blind pig finds an acorn once in a while. There, automobile house, you all fix them tight. Then go inside house now. Very good, our Singh. We go to study. Me go to study? Yes, our Singh.
Me go to bed.
I want to watch some audio.
Our Singh get up four o'clock, maybe three o'clock morning. Now you speak in this time.
Go study.
Study is a more comfortable place in which to discuss matters of import. We're standing out here in the snow. Please lead the way to study.
All right.
We're going to backstair more quicker.
Too much of work in this place.
Too much of work. There are three things, Sheriff, I want to determine before we consider this day's work finished.
And these are?
Fingerprints.
Yes.
Time element.
Which time element?
I shall explain later.
All right.
Oh.
See, we're at the back entrance. And let me go first and switch them on the lights. One moment, if you please, I sing. These are the back stairs to which the seal referred when she said that she had passed Mr.
Ward.
Yes, Mr. Policeman. These are all the same stairs. And you did not have to come down these stairs to fetch the blanket for Madam Landini's dog, Pebble. No, no. Blanket is to stop another blood loom. Then you did not see Cecile?
Oh, Tom, this is the number three time you ask me all the same question.
I think I tell you all the same before. No see Cecile. All right, I see. You may go to bed now. Good night, and thank you so much. Good night.
You're going into the study?
Yes.
Well, you didn't seem to get much information from Arsene.
No?
Nothing except confirmation.
Confirmation?
Yes. That Arsene is lying.
Oh, what do you mean?
According to Arsene, Madame Landini sent him for the blanket before the plane landed.
Yes, that's true.
And do you remember that Arsene came into the room with the blanket while we were all standing around looking at Landini's body?
Yes, I see. You mean it took Arsene a long time to find the blanket.
Precisely. An extraordinary long time to find that letter.
Oh, but shucks, Mr. Chan. I've known our Singh since I was old enough to know anyone. He never killed Landini. I'll admit he's kind of evasive, but that's his way. He's been more of a boss around here than Mr.
Ward. What one might call a privileged servant.
That's it. I am surprised at one thing.
That, uh.
Well, he didn't open his heart up as much as I thought he would. You being, well, him and you.
You mean because we are both Chinese. Yes. My friend, the fishes, though deep in the water, may be hooked. The birds, though high in the air, may be shot. Man's heart only is out of our reach yet.
What are you doing there?
I've been examining lid of yellow on red box. And lid of red on yellow box. Examining same for fingerprints.
Yes, we found.
No fingerprints. They've been wiped clean. There come the examined doorknob on door leading to adjoining room through which murderer must have entered.
Yes, but Inspector, lots of people may have used that door.
True, but only murderer would lock same behind him or her.
Well, there ought to be enough fingerprints on that doorknob for any police identification bureau.
Ah, a little more lamp black. Applied thusly and.
What is it?
There are no prints.
But there should be.
Alas, too many people read detective stories nowadays. Everybody have fingerprint complex, no? Pleasure of tracking down criminal by means of fingerprints in this case is denied us. What are you thinking? Stand in attitude is deep meditation.
Oh, me?
Thinking of Arsene. I sort of hate to admit it, but you know, he's the only one who doesn't have an alibi.
Like you, I have extreme distaste for admitting it. But must confess, the same thought has been recurring with regularity of ticking the watch.
Just the same. I'd go kind of slow. I know it's against your number one rule, but I can't think that Arsene is guilty.
Slow, yes. He who moves slowly... has ample time to read signposts. We will pay due attention to signposts.
Meaning that you won't arrest him? Our Singh, I mean?
No, not immediately. You will be patient. Remember that in due time the mulberry leaf becomes silk.
If waiting for the mulberry leaf to become silk means waiting for our Singh to say something proven his guilt, I think we'll have a long wait.
While admitting that alibi for our Singh is lacking... I also am reminded that motive of sufficient importance is equally lacking. While I am detectives, I should feel guilty of indefinable something at having to place under arrest one of my own countrymen, especially one who has served faithfully and well a gentleman like Mr. Ward and.
What's wrong, Inspector? What are you staring at?
I'm staring at overturned vanity bench in the adjoining room. Yes? We are guilty. Both of us. Guilty of carelessness. Before, when we searched this room in which Miss Beaton arranged her hair and powdered her nose, what did you think of overturned vanity bench?
I naturally thought that Miss Beaton had upset it when she jumped up and she heard the shot.
Yes, naturally. Both of us thought so naturally. Naturally as opposed to scientifically.
Thinking.
Think, Mr. Sheriff, and by not being humorous, I'm deadly serious. Were you to sit at dressing table arranging hair, which way would you face?
What would the mirror?
And jumping in hurry at terrifying sound of shot, vanity bench would land there?
No.
Oh, I see now. It wouldn't. It would lie the other way. Oh, but even so, is that important?
We are agreed that murderer gained access to study through balcony door.
Yes.
And undoubtedly, murderer entered room in dark.
I'm with you.
And in crossing room in dark, murderer tripped over bench.
Hmm. Ah.
Maybe tomorrow somebody have pretty sore knee.
I hope so. Even if infection sets in, it'll be all right with me.
Listen.
I thought I heard something a moment ago.
In the hallway. Somebody hurt.
Oh, no, no, no.
Can't do it.
No, no, can't do. What has happened here?
He's been struck down, beaten.
I see. Who has done this thing to you? Who attacked you? No, no, can't see.
No, no, can't see.
Sit down live, Sheriff.
I'm doing it, Inspector.
Oh, old bedroom door is closed.
Perhaps we'd better waken Mr. Ward.
Yes, it is better, I think, that you know of this. Yes, yes.
Well, what is it?
Will you be pleased to come into.
Hall, Mr. Ward?
Yes. By the way.
Feel better now, Sing?
A little more, all right.
Good heavens. Who did this? What happened?
We find your servant almost unconscious from blowing the face.
A blow?
Why, who got.
What's the matter, you boss? You crazy? You walking around and no bathrobe, no slipper? You catch him cold.
Tie, maybe.
Never mind that. Who hit you, Sing?
How me know? Plenty of big men and no can see. No light in the hallway.
What were you doing here?
Me doing?
Oh, they say me all the time you work, work. Look-a-see flyers. Oh, too much you work in this place.
Well, run along to bed, Singh. You'll be all right now.
Yes, Singh. Old man should not concert with rockers. You had better go to bed, too, Mr. Ward, or you will catch cold.
I suppose so. Well, good night.
Yes, good night.
Did you see our Singh? See him as he walked down the passageway? Yes.
Walking with limp? Decidedly bad limp. But whether from so recent attack or falling over a vanity bench, who can say?
It is morning.
Lake Tahoe sparkles under the rising sun. The gloominess of the night before is somewhat dispelled with the coming of day. And as far as Don Holt is concerned, more dispelled as he walks out to the sun porch and finds Leslie Beaton already at breakfast.
Good morning, Miss Beaton.
Oh, good morning, Sheriff. Are you going to share breakfast with me here on the sun porch, or are you going to breakfast with the others?
Can't think of anything nicer than having breakfast with you, no matter where.
A very pretty speech, Sheriff. But hardly to be used to run under suspicion of murder.
Oh, shucks, Miss Beaton. Don't let that worry you. Anyway, I don't believe you're guilty.
Better not let Inspector Chan hear you talking this way.
I don't believe Inspector believes any different. Pretty nice fellow, Inspector Chan is. And smart. Don't worry. You'll find the murderer all right. I.
I'd like to thank you for what you did for me last night.
Well, anything I can do. That is, there isn't too much out of line on the job of sheriff. Ah, there's Inspector Chan.
Good morning, Inspector.
Good morning.
May I make a remark, Miss Beaton, that you look very lovely this morning.
Thank you, Inspector.
I did think for a while that I was going to have to appear in an evening gown, but Cecile helped me out.
Not at all a bad fit, do you think?
Opinion expressed by me on questions of feminine fashions would be as useful as telescope in hands of blind men. However, we'll admit that it looks, in my humble opinion, leave nothing to be desired.
Well, what's the order of the day, Inspector?
First, there are certain questions I desire to ask of Cecile.
You won't have to wait long for Cecile. She's bringing me some French toast for breakfast.
Excellent.
Then I fear we shall have the unpleasant interview with Mr. Ryder. After that, We shall proceed to question Cook before putting little dog trouble on plain as Madame Landini.
I don't get the idea of the dog at all, Inspector. I guess it's all right.
My plan is at present no more than a guess. But if I am not mistaken, we shall have taken big stride over a difficult place in our upward climb. Here's Cecile. Good morning, Cecile.
Good morning to you, Cecile.
Cecile, I wish to ask you one or two questions.
But of course, Monsieur Inspector, that is to be accepted.
The night of the murder, when last I saw you, Madame Landini had just asked you to fetch a blanket for her doll.
Your pardon, Monsieur.
That one, Landini, never asked one single thing. She always ordered.
And he? Me, Monsieur, I frankly refuse to get that blanket.
Quite so.
See you.
And so you asked Arsene to fetch blanket?
Your pardon again, monsieur, but I did not see Arsene. I went to the kitchen and stayed there till I heard the shot.
The cook was there all that time? The entire time?
But yes, monsieur, all of the time.
Then the cook could not possibly have killed Madame Landini?
C'est impossible, monsieur. C'est ridiculeuse. The cook, she couldn't have killed Madame anymore. Any more than I can.
Oh, thank you so much. That is all, Cecile.
Monsieur will have breakfast? I see he has injured legs, so this morning I am out with the breakfast.
Ah, yes. I see. Breakfast, Cecile, yes. I shall partake of one glass of orange juice when I go to the kitchen to interview Cook. A man of my ample proportions must sacrifice himself Likes on the altar of health, you know.
And you, Monsieur Chaffee, only orange juice?
Oh, I should say not.
I'll have ham and eggs and an orange juice. I've got a hard day ahead of me.
Eh bien, Monsieur. Oh, the eggs. You like them one way or two ways cooked?
One way. Oh, I see. Yes, turn them over. Two ways.
Eh bien, Monsieur.
Ah, I see, Mr. Ryder. I wish to ask him a few questions.
Want me with you, Inspector?
And now, for a few minutes, join us in study after breakfast.
Okay, Inspector.
Good morning, Mr. Ryder.
Good morning, Chan.
Mr.
Ryder, may I ask you to step upstairs to study for a few moments?
Now, really, Chan, don't you think this question-and-answer business has gone far enough?
You are suggesting that we consider the matter of Madam Landini's murder closed and, like snap of fingers, permit murderer to escape?
Oh, certainly not.
Properly constituted authorities can take care of everything very nicely. Not, of course, that I deny your ability or anything.
Mr. Halt, so sorry to disturb breakfast. Mr. Ryder declines to be questioned without the presence of a duly authorized person.
Now listen here.
Enough, please. Go to the study.
And supposing I refuse?
The entire affair is out of my hands. Proper procedure, I believe, by properly constituted authority... would be to arrest you as material witness.
You wouldn't dare.
Sorry, Mr.
Ryder, but that's where you're wrong.
I'm not hankering after arresting anybody, but if I have to, I have to. That's all.
You see, Mr. Ryder, no matter how hard the snake may try to swallow itself, the tail will always stick it to the throat. The conversational circle which we have just completed has taken longer than the questioning to which you object. But here we are, studied. Well, then.
Out with it. What do you want to know now?
Mr. Ryder, you definitely stated last night that you were not in study until after Landini's death.
And I still say so. And you can't prove otherwise.
Mr.
Ryder, here on desk is part of burned letter.
Also envelope.
Same were retrieved from fireplace. Sheriff will tell you to whom same was addressed.
The letter is addressed to Mr. John Ryder.
Urgent. Private. And a bold hand.
But it doesn't look like a man's handwriting.
The writer will tell you whose writing it is.
It is. Yes, it's Ellen Landini's.
Correct. Dressed to you as private and urgent. Thorn open, letter removed. Who would do that, Mr. Ryder?
How should I know?
Not many in this house. No gentlemen. Surely no ladies. Such would not tear open letters another. No, Mr. Ryder. It appears to me that there is only one person who would open that letter.
Who?
Yourself.
A natural inference, perhaps. However, if you were correct, which you are not, what of it? Don't forget that I was standing with you when Landini was killed.
That, Mr. Ryder, is what I am beginning to doubt. That is all just now. Thank you so much. Come, Sheriff. We will indulge in a few pleasantries with Cook. I'm certain if her cooking is engaged, that she will be a more pleasant person to interrogate.
Bailey, Inspector, do you think that letter is so very important?
I can only surmise. I think said letter is as important in matter of links and chain of evidence as Fatal Bullets. Or a little dog trouble.
You've got me completely buffaloed with this dog trouble business. I don't see where on earth a dog can have any bearing on clearing up this mystery.
You have heard expression. The dog knows when his master is sick.
Yes, I think I have. Anyway, I know it's true.
We shall in a few minutes test again the truth of that statement. Oh, there's the cook.
Oh, Mrs.
O'Farrell.
I'm Don Holt, sheriff of the county, and this is Inspector Chan of the Honolulu Police.
Oh, Honolulu, eh?
Sure got here quick.
Honest, if I may say so. Last evening, I had pleasure of sampling your cooking, and I bow to you in humble congratulations. You talk real nice. Sterner Topics now engages. You know, of course, what happened?
That I do.
Murder.
And I don't hold with it.
Well, none of us hold with it. Tell me, you were here when Madame Landini's plane approached?
And that I was.
A dinner like last night's no joke.
But with our seeing out and in like a will-o'-the-whisper.
And the little dog there a-crying and a-quimpering with fear and fright.
Frightened, was he?
Yes, that he was.
But no more than I was after I heard of the murder. No rest in me bed till the fiend be caught. He'll move as fast as he can, I hope.
We must collect at leisure what we may use in haste. The fool only in a hurry drinks his tea with a fork. And, Cecile, she was here.
Yes, standing there in the back stairs, awaiting for something.
And this is the little dog, asleep, before a little trouble.
Yes, him lying there at the quiet place for life, not knowing that his mistress is gone.
What's that?
Ah.
His island, the pilot, is warming up Landini's plane. I told him he was to go to Reno. Look, look, Sheriff. What? Trouble, the dog, wagging his tail. Overjoyed, the sound of the plane. Overjoyed at the idea of an airplane trip.
That's different from the way he was acting last night.
Yes.
Trouble is not afraid to go in planes. Truly was it said, the dog knows when the master is ill.
What on earth do you mean?
The reason Trouble was fearful and frightened... when the plane was over the house last night... was not because he was frightened by planes... but because he knew that his mistress was already dead.
Then... then... but the shot you heard.
The shot we heard was not the shot which killed Landini. Landini was already dead.
Well.
That.
Places a different complexion on the whole case. If the shot the group heard was not the fatal shot, then all are under suspicion again. The case is wide open. After you have heard from your sponsor, Inspector Chan will be with us again.
Thank you.
Well, Mr.
Chan, what treat do you have in store for us tonight?
I have been thinking a great deal about little dog trouble. You see, Wilkins, Dumb animals have great gifts with nature. Instinctively, they know their friends. It has been well said that man, though kind of teacher, open-handed in generosity, and voluble with good words, is to be avoided. The same is shunned by dogs.
So that sometimes dogs may be better judges of human beings than men, huh?
Very often that is the case, Mr. Wilson.
Thank you, Inspector Chan.
And good night.
Good night.
The afternoon.
Welcome back. An interesting entrance to the story. I do feel like, while it'd be nice to have the full story, honestly, I don't feel like we've missed anything vital. Likely, there would have been an episode or so establishing the characters, and then the murder would have occurred. But the big theory the killer wanted us to believe is essentially smashed at the end of episode 8, sending the case back to square one. This is very much like in the old days if you tuned into a mystery movie 20 minutes in. You're gonna catch it up. Plus, you get the idea that there are a lot of suspects, and this is going to be complicated regardless. So I feel like this is going to be fine. It was interesting to have Charlie Chan playing a bit of hardball with
the one witness who was balking at cooperating with him. In many of these sort of cases, there's not often given a good reason why people should cooperate with Poirot or someone who doesn't have official standing. And Chanza, if you don't want to answer my questions, that's fine. Go the official route. You'll get booked as a material witness.
You could just stay here and relax and enjoy the mansion in between questioning, but if you'd rather go down to lockup, the sheriff can arrange that for you. I also felt that this really had a 1930s movie feel. And that was really helped by the sheriff's voice. He just really sounds like he stepped out of a 30s movie, which I don't think we've gotten that sense with any of the 30 series we've played. Maybe because those series have not been based in New York, and we haven't had a lot of them. We've had Air Mail Mystery, a few episodes of Sherlock Holmes, and some Mercury Theater. So, not a whole lot of radio from Hollywood. But this feeling like a movie, it's a very different experience. Now,
if you did not recognize the voice of the announcer, the Mr. Wilson that Inspector Chan references, is, in fact, Don Wilson, who is probably best known for being the announcer for the Jack Benny radio program. So, a bit of a trait that way. All right, well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. Thank you to Kathy, Patreon supporter since February of 2024, currently supporting the podcast at the Shamus level of $ 4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Kathy.
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The most delightfully fascinating character in the realms of mystery, Charlie Chan.
THE END.
The Lone Ranger.
Charlie Chan is engaged in one of the most baffling murder mysteries of his long career. At Pine View, near beautiful Lake Tahoe, Landini, the noted opera singer, has been murdered. Of clues, there are none.
Of motives, plenty.
Ward, owner of Pine View, Ryder, Swan, and Romano, all at various times married to Landini, hated her. Leslie Beaton, too, hated Landini because the singer had attached herself to Leslie's brother, Hugh, a promising young singer. The greatest advance made in arriving at a solution is the discovery that the shot heard by all was not the shot which killed Landini. And while the doctor is examining the body, Chan and Sheriff Holt are in a bedroom discussing their discovery.
I deeply regret to say, Sheriff, that our investigations to this moment are about equivalent to opening of empty sacks.
But, Inspector, don't you think we might be jumping to conclusions?
No, my young friend. We have been jumping to conclusions. Now we are finished. From now on, we become scientific. Much as I dislike terms.
You're absolutely satisfied that the shot they and you heard is not the shot that killed Landini?
Even the certainty that at the end of road we shall lie with the bones of our forefathers is not more certain. Observe. Miss Beaton is sitting in Mr. Ward's room. Shot is drowned by noise of Landini's plane over house. Murderer leaves study by balcony door. Lock same behind him or her. and makes escape by room formerly used by Madame Landini.
But, Inspector, he couldn't.
Or she.
Do not dismiss possibility of she. All right.
He or she couldn't do that without being seen by Leslie. Uh, Miss Peaton. She left Mr. Ward's room.
Precisely.
So that, uh, so that Leslie.
You must either accept my theory that a time shot was heard, Landini was already dead, or else accept fact. that Miss Beaton either is murderous or lying.
And I can't believe that girl would do either.
Permit me to say, my young friend, that in this case, I am fully prepared to eliminate my own number one rule. I do not believe that she did.
Doggone it, Inspector. You don't... You can't know how good it makes me feel to hear you say that.
But I do. I am fully understanding... of rapid growth of affection on your part for lovely lady. It would cause me much suffering and pain to be placed in this tasteful position of having to arrest Miss Beaton or Ah Sing. When a person like Ah Sing has served honorably and long, family-like Mr. Ward, placing of handcuffs on same is heartbreaking duty.
I know how you feel, Inspector. Dad's told me more than once about some arrest he's made.
However, our problem is more than that. Do not forget that if we do not solve mystery, other police will come. And if findings are same as ours, which is necessarily so, then Miss Beaton's arrest is inevitable result.
Yeah, I know. I've been thinking about that, and it worries me.
So you see, we have double incentive to solve murder. First, to catch criminal. Second, to do so rapidly to save Miss Beaton torture of arrest and possible trial.
One thing sticks in my mind, Inspector.
Yes?
No one heard a cry, no quarrel, no sound of a scuffle. Now, Landini must have been killed almost without her having known it.
You are forgetting. Madam Landini was shot from in front. Could not possibly have been killed without seeing murderer.
Mm-hmm.
No, I humbly submit different idea.
Shoot, I'm listening.
Mr. Ward insists that Madam Landini could not possibly be in fear of bodily harm. Assume, if you please, that is so. Then murderer, being totally unsuspected by victim, could approach quite closely, and murder would be committed without outcry, words, or struggle.
Yeah, that's true, all right.
Unfortunately, yes. Face of false friend will not betray innermost workings of heart any more than inexperienced eye of novice can detect the brass beneath the gold.
But there's one thing not accounted for in your theory.
There are probably many things not accounted for in my theory. One of them brought to light will indeed be welcome assistance.
Well, if, as you say, Madame Landini would not be likely to suspect the murderer... How come the murderer was able to use Landini's own gun?
How did the murderer use Landini's own gun? Sheriff, you have administered to this blundering Honolulu detective well-deserved reproof. In the words of a young son, of which I have many, one at present attending University of Hawaii, he would say, you have said mouthful. Come, the doctor. He should have finished examination of body by now. We will go to study and investigate that statement you have just made, which is somewhat in nature of proverbial bombshell.
Uh-huh.
There is our host, Mr. Ward. You were looking for us, Mr.
Ward?
Yes, I was. The doctor has finished his examination. He asked if he could talk to you.
We were on the way to study at this precise moment.
Tell me, Inspector, are you any nearer a solution?
So sorry, Mr. Ward, but if truth were known, we are farther from solution.
Well, I'm afraid I don't quite understand you.
In privacy of study, I shall explain. I note Cecile our seeing in passage. Better for a moment that this remain our secret.
Oh, hello there, Doc. Finished?
Yes, yes, sir. Do come in, please.
Well, I've made an examination, although the coroner would, of course, want to make another.
Poor Landini.
I knew her as a young bride in this house, and she comes back to it to die.
Oh, well.
The bullet gentleman entered about four inches below the shoulder and pursued a downward course. Perhaps the person who fired stood over her. Perhaps she was on her knees.
On her knees.
But what on earth would Ellen be doing on her knees? The answer to that question, Mr. Ward, or any other array of puzzling questions, might be a solution we so ardently seek. Tell me, Doctor, was death, in your opinion, instantaneous? Or could Lady have taken a step or two after being wounded?
Well, I can tell you that better after we've probed for the bullet.
All I can say is, there is a chance that she did move after the shot.
I understand, Doctor. Thank you so much.
Goodbye, Doc.
See you later.
Yes, Dom.
Bye, Mr. Ward.
Goodbye, Doctor.
Mr. Ward, we, Sheriff and I, have made somewhat significant discovery. Yes? The shot which we heard is not the shot which killed Madam Landini. What? Sorry, but that seems to be case. Must now revise our findings.
But I I fail to grasp the situation. If the shot we heard.
That shot, Mr. Ward, was fired to mislead everyone as to the time the murder was committed.
Precisely. Now we find ourselves in position of having to question everybody as to activities previous to sound of shot.
Uh.
Be so good as to ask Miss Beaton, also Cecile, to step into study.
Certainly.
Observe, if you please, Mr. Holt, any hesitancy of either Miss Beaton or Cecile in answering very simple questions that I shall ask.
I'll watch, Inspector.
We are dealing with a very short interval of time. Time taken by me, in fact, to walk from this room to Miss Ryder's room and until arrival of planes. Possibly four minutes, not more. Come in, please.
Miss Beaton, I'm Cecile.
Cecile, Madame Landini sent you for a blanket for little dog trouble. You went to back stairs, past Mr. Ward. How long before you heard shots?
Monsieur, Inspector, let me think. Perhaps, may we, but yes, five minutes perhaps.
It took you five minutes to go from here? Oh, surely not.
No, monsieur, I.
I stood on the back stairs listening to my husband make fool of himself in that plane.
He, uh, what you call make big show for Landini.
Miss Beaton, did you see Cecile pass the door to the room in which you were seated before mirror?
Yes, Mr.
Chan. Uh, she did not return?
I did not see her.
Miss Beaton, answer this question, please, very carefully. Did you see anyone else pass the door to that room immediately previous to hearing of shot?
Do I... Must I answer that, Inspector?
I'm sorry, Miss Beaton, but you must.
Monsieur, I... Yes, Cecile.
Nothing, Monsieur Inspector.
Miss Beaton?
Yes, Inspector. I did see someone leave the room.
Before or after Cecile? Cecile.
Afterwards.
Who? If I may press the question.
Mr.
Ward.
Oh, you must be mistaken, Miss Beaton. I left before CCU. Mr. Chan himself knows that.
Please, Mr. Ward.
Thank you, Inspector. I had not finished. I saw Mr. Ward, Mr. Romano, and Dr. Swan all leave the room after Cecile.
Thank you so much. Sit down, Miss Beaton, please.
Yes, here in this chair.
Thank you.
Your statement, Miss Beaton, if I may say so without reflection on your veracity, is most extraordinary. You say that immediately previous to firing of shot, you saw Mr. Ward, Mr. Romano, and Dr. Swan all leave study. That's correct, Inspector. Then, if you remember, in what order? Who was first? Oh, please.
Please, Inspector, must I answer these questions?
So sorry, but I, we, Sheriff and I, must insist.
Half a minute, Inspector. Tell me, Miss Beaton, what's the trouble? I know you're upset. That's natural. Now you look frightened. Don't you think so, Chan?
Indeed I do. If little lady feels like confiding in us, I'm sure that what she says will be held in conscience. Always provided it does not materially alter case.
You're right. I am afraid.
Dreadfully afraid.
Of what, dear lady? Afraid of what?
You ask me that. Here we are, living in this gloomy house, virtually locked up.
Until.
Until a few minutes ago, a body lying in this very room. Somewhere in this same house, a murderer.
One of us. A killer.
A killer.
Who killed for no reason that you've been able to discover.
But, my dear, Leslie, Miss Beaton, you... You really don't want to feel this way.
I can't help it. I can't rest. I... I was in the next room, remember that. And the murderer, whoever he is, knows that. I must have seen the murderer leave. And the murderer knows that, too. You, both of you, have me here questioning you. The murderer knows that.
If.
If he thinks for a moment that I've disclosed anything that will lead to his discovery, do you think that he'll spare me?
No, he won't.
He'll kill me as he killed Landini.
And you both know it.
I'm so sorry, Miss Beaton, that you should have endured this mental anguish. I must plead guilty to not having thought of your extremely dangerous position. I fear that you have justification for your alarm.
You're doggone right she has, inspectors. The fellow who killed Landini won't draw the line at killing anyone who is likely to know too much.
And don't forget, my scarf in the dead woman's hands, my brooch beside her body.
I don't want to be unjust, but I can't help but feel that someone put them there to implicate me.
You have every justification for these thoughts, Miss Beaton. Will you listen to suggestions from me, profit and all humility?
Certainly, Mr. Jones.
It is no false truth to say that solitude is good for the soul. Acidity is offspring of solitude, and I humbly suggest that you retire to your own rooms, perhaps to read. I have some books, and they are yours, and you are welcome.
You, both of you are so kind.
Even policemen underneath gold badge has hearts with feet. Do as I suggest. Sheriff will gladly accompany you to your room while I question Arsene, who is listening outside door. What's that? Yes, Arsene. Send him in, please, while you take little lady to room.
Thank you, Mr. Chan, for being so understanding.
That, Miss Beaton, is my pleasure. Well, Arsene, what were you doing? Maybe minding my own business. Listen to me. This is murder case. You answer question number one time, or Sheriff locks you in big jail.
Little boy represent law.
You understand? This is very serious-ass thing. You understand? You last person to see Madam Landini alive?
No, no, me understand.
No can help.
Sing, you are holding something back. Not telling all you know. Oh, you're all the same a crazy. Me telling you everything.
Sing.
Uh-huh.
I want you to look, see these two cigarette boxes. The one... Yeah, me, me look and see. They've been changed. Lids are on proper boxes.
Sure, me change it.
Me find them. You were told to leave things as they were. Oh, I suppose you're no lucky. Me change it back. Nothing, there's no need now. That is all. Please send Mr. Ryder to see me. And Sheriff, if you will be so kind. So, I've seen him change lids on Fox. What is the matter that I cannot grasp? What is that something... which my friend Inspector Duff of Scotland Yard would call Essential Clue. Where is missing link?
What is meaning of pink scarf in dead woman's hand? What is meaning of red lid on yellow box? Come in, Sheriff. You find me talking to self, searching for a reason of failure.
We've got to get this thing cleared up. For her, for Miss Beeson's sake. And for both our reputations.
Reputation is not even secondary consideration. Wise man makes difficulty to be overcome, first business. Success is only following consideration. Did you meet Arsene? No, why? Observe, if you please, cigarette boxes.
Hmm, it's back on the proper boxes.
Yes. Ah Sing blandly admits he made the change.
And for what reason?
I did not press for answer. It would be useless to question Ah Sing in present mood. Ah Sing is lying. Alas, too many people besides murder are lying.
You mean someone is trying to cover up? Trying to help the murderer?
Impossible at present moment to say. Possibly that someone thinks someone else murdered her.
I get you. Young Beaton thinking his sister did it. Leslie, Miss Beaton thinking her brother did it. Swan trying to throw the blame on Miss Beaton. And then Cecile, hating Landini because she was making up to her husband. Cecile has as good a motive as any.
Of the others.
That, my dear Sheriff, we do not know. We are only guessing, which, as I said, is expensive habit. So far, nothing connects Cecile with murder. And yet, as you say, she is possible selection. Note, if you please, peculiar situations. Perhaps not peculiar to you, but to me. Up to this moment, unheard of, five people not accounted for a time of murder, and of five, no one offers alibi.
By the way, we didn't ask Miss Beaton about the order in which we saw Ward, Romano, and Swan leave the study.
It is immaterial at this moment. So far, we have failed to approach any more closely murderer. Yes, I agree. But person who fired misleading shot, what of him or her?
I see what you mean. The person who fired that second shot is also the murderer.
Either the murderer or the accomplice. Accomplice.
I hadn't thought of that.
I am thinking of saying that secret shared by two people is no longer secret. Perhaps while we may face possibility of matching our minds against two brains instead of one... We also have on our side greater opportunity to observe differences in stories. Be pleased to come in.
Oh, Mr.
Ryder.
Yes, Chan.
Another inquisition, I suppose.
Inquisition is a very harsh word, Mr. Ryder.
No more harsh than your high-handed treatment in keeping us here.
Me, for instance.
You were with me when the shot was heard. I couldn't possibly be guilty.
Quite so, Mr. Ryder. And being so certain that blame cannot attach itself to you, why do you continue in disagreeable manner to refuse to benefit us with your assistance?
I'm no stool pigeon. Let the police find their own criminals.
I have, to a certain extent, in past... overlooked your attitude, Mr. Ryder.
Naturally, since you were with me when the crime was committed, and so you couldn't possibly browbeat me into any semblance of fear.
Oh, sorry, Mr. Ryder, that you placed that interpretation on my efforts solving brutal murder. But now, situation has changed. You have no more alibi than anyone else.
What? What's that?
Since you so much desire to always have things said by properly constituted authorities... I will ask Mr. Sheriff to explain.
You see, Mr. Ryder, the shot we heard didn't kill Landini.
No? I suppose there was more than one shot. There was.
Landini was already dead when the shot you heard was fired. She was killed possibly four minutes before you heard the shot.
And she was killed very probably standing on balcony outside window. You were looking out other window at times of approach of airplane, noise of which covered up shots. Who did you see?
I refuse to say.
Ah.
But you admit that you saw someone?
I admit nothing. Mr.
Ryder, if you persist in this attitude, I'm sorry, but I'll have to arrest you.
Very well.
If you will have it, you will.
I saw.
Yes, Mr. Ryder. We are waiting. I.
I saw Miss Beaton.
Again, suspicion is directed against pretty Leslie Beaton. But from the look on Don Holt's face, we gather that he believes... that it is only Ryder's effort to divert suspicion from himself. After you have listened to your sponsor's message, Inspector Chan will be with us again with another of his quaint philosophical sayings.
Mr.
Chan, you said something about success being only secondary to the difficulty to be overcome. Can you enlarge upon that?
Delighted, Mr. Wilson. Luck and opportunity alone are not foundation of success. Success is child born of hard work and comes to man who works calmly and well and knows for what he's working.
Thank you, Inspector Chan, and good night.
It has been an honor, Mr. Wilson.
Good night.
¶ ¶.
Welcome back. I have to give this to Asing. It takes nerve to be listening at the door and respond to questioning about your actions with minding my own business. By definition, you're not. Overall, I think the series is doing a good job of going through that investigative process and really getting a feel for the witnesses. A lot of mysteries don't spend a whole lot of time on it, but certainly the serial format gives it the space it needs to develop. Now, it should be noted that on various websites where you'll find these episodes, there are dates attached, but there's just no reason to believe them to be correct.
The assumption of those dates is that this serial was airing weekly, and at the pace of this story, I don't think that would work. I found another website saying that these were aired daily, suggesting lost episodes in between the ones we have, but that doesn't appear to be the case either. I did find reviewing newspapers an announcement for the series to air three times a week. Now, in terms of dating the series, actually after last week, I was able to narrow it down just a little bit.
I found an Australian newspaper listing for the Landini murder case. And this was before the time when Australia tamped down and required that radio serials being broadcast in Australia. had to be made using Australian actors. At a later point, what would have happened would have been that an Australian syndicator would have purchased the scripts and re-recorded them with Australian actors. That was not happening in 1936. If you were an American radio syndication company, Why not sell the same story in Australia? That happened with the airmail mystery as well as its sequel series. The serial actually concluded airing.
In Australia in 1936.
In June, there's not really a way to say when it started in the United States, but it's safe to say that it would have been airing in the U.S. at the same time or earlier than it was in Australia, so.
Now, one.
Other note, I want to talk a little bit about the actor who plays Charlie Chan, Walter Conley. Conley was one of those actors who spent most of his acting career on stage before making a mark in Hollywood. His career in films only lasted seven years, but he left a definite impression. His most well-known role was as the father of Claudette Colbert's character, In the classic screwball comedy, It Happened One Night, if you watch that film, you have an idea of a lot of the sort of roles that Connolly did. Though Connolly did also play other parts.
He was in an adaptation of Huckleberry Finn. He also played a couple of detectives. He was in the very first Father... Brown movie in the lead in Father Brown Detective in 1934, and he also took over the role from Edward Arnold of Nero Wolfe in League of Frightened Men. And he had played Father Brown before he played Charlie Chan, so who knows, that might have actually factored into him getting the part of Inspector Chan. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to go ahead and thank Sheila. Sheila's been one of our Patreon supporters since February 2020, currently supporting the podcast at the Detective Sergeant level of $ 7. 14 or more per month. Thank you so much for your support, Sheila.
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Too Many Lies and.
Jealousy The most delightfully fascinating character in the realms of mystery, Charlie Chan.
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At Pineview, near Lake Tahoe, Charlie Chan is endeavoring to find out who killed Dandini, the noted opera singer. Suspicion falls equally on Ward, the owner of Pineview, Romano, Swan, and Ryder. all at different times married to Landini. Pretty Leslie Beaton, to whose brother, Hugh, Landini had been engaged, also is suspected when her scarf is found in the dead woman's hands. And now, Ryder, under questioning, adds to the suspicion by stating that he saw Leslie Beaton standing on the balcony a few seconds before Landini was killed.
You must be mistaken, Mr.
Ryder.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Holt, but I'm not mistaken.
Perhaps Miss Beaton is admitted to tell you of the incident, but I don't think she'll deny it when you tax her.
Which, of course, Mr. Ryder, we shall do. But of Miss Beaton later. At the present moment, we deal with you. What else did you see as you looked from window?
Besides Landini standing on the balcony and Miss Beaton.
On the balcony, nothing.
You saw airplane with wonder pilot Mr. Island at control, same as I did when looking from window?
Well, naturally. But you were there at that particular moment.
Did you see Landini waving to Ireland?
Yes, I did, of course. Is that important?
Perhaps. What was she waving with? Her hand, her hat, or what?
Now that you mention it, I believe it was something like a large silk handkerchief.
That's only a guess, of course.
But it might have been a scarf.
Yes, a silk or, you know, what do you call them? Chiffon, a chiffon scarf.
Ah, its color, Mr. Ryder. Its color, please. That is so important.
I realize its importance as well as you do, since Miss Beaton's pink scarf was found in Landini's hand. I can't tell. Anything I might say about its color would be pure guesswork.
So sorry you did not see color. It would have been the most important clue. Now then, Mr. Ryder, you left window. Did you by any chance look out into passageway?
Not exactly, but of course you left the door open and.
I did see... Yes, proceed.
We wait anxiously as a result of my having carelessly left door open.
I saw Dr. Swan standing looking into the study. Then he turned and went down the stairs.
You couldn't tell whether or not he had actually been in the study.
No, I couldn't tell that. I had no particular reason to even think about his being there. It was perfectly natural. He was looking into the study. Then he turned and went down to the living room.
Then you saw Mr. Ward come along passageway and join us in room just before we heard shot? No.
No, I didn't.
I turned to look out the window again when Ireland went into that final loop before he landed. Next thing I remember was Dudley Ward saying that Ireland's a clever.
Flyer, all right.
Quite so. From that moment on, I believe we're equally aware of what took place, Mr. Ryder. Thank you so very much indeed for your cooperations. You have corroborated in part rather extraordinary claim of Miss Beaton. Would you be so good as to remain while we question young lady about her omission to tell us she was on balcony?
Well, I don't see why I should be made to face her.
You're not being made to face her, but I for one would prefer it.
Well, then, I suppose so, if you have any real reason.
I have very definite reason, Mr.
Holt.
Will you ask Miss Beaton to come in, please?
Oh, yes, sure.
Thank you so much.
Mr.
Ryder, you are hiding something.
See here, Chen.
Are you implying that I'm lying?
No, Mr. Ryder, since you are not upon oath to tell whole truth and nothing but truth, but you are not telling everything.
Well, have it your own way, Chen. I've said all I'm going to say.
In little boy attending school, refusal to tell on companion is laudable trait of character. But in man asking questions about murder of fellow human, said refusal is anything but laudable.
In spite of your eloquent plea, Chan, I have nothing to add.
Sit down, Miss Beaton, please. So sorry to have to disturb you. But Mr. Ryder... Much against his will, I must add.
Thank you, Chan.
Mr. Ryder says that upon looking out window, he saw you on balcony at the same time as murdered woman.
That's quite possible, Mr.
Chan.
I did step out onto the balcony for a few moments while the plane was landing, but it was too cold. I remained less than a minute, I believe.
But you did not tell us that before. Can you give reason?
Yes, I can. Ever since this murder happened, I've been thinking in terms of what happened when we heard the shot. It was before the shot that I was on the balcony, and I... Well, it nearly escaped my memory.
I see.
Oh.
Well, we'll not detain you longer, Mr. Ryder. I wonder, would you be so kind as to mention to Mr. Ward, our host, that we would like to see him?
It'll be a.
Pleasure, Mr.
Chan. Ryder sure doesn't like you, Inspector.
So seldom people having something to conceal do like policemen.
I have a confession to make, Inspector.
Ah.
I'm so glad that you saw your way to making it without suggestion from me.
What was that?
You refer, of course, to the fact that you warned Miss Beaton about Mr. Ryder's statement while escorting her to study.
Yes, Inspector, I... And I know I shouldn't have done it, but, well.
I am not reproofful. It was in my mind that you should do so when I asked you to bring Miss Beaton. It was Mr. Ryder's face I wished to study.
Did you learn anything?
Impossible at this moment to say. Now, Miss Beaton, real reason this time, if you please. Why did you not tell us you were on balcony?
Real reason?
But I.
I just told you.
The reason you gave, dear young lady, was sufficient for purpose of answering before Mr. Ryder. But for purpose of assisting us, Mr. Holt and me in solving mystery, no, not quite enough.
But honestly, really, Mr. Chan.
One moment, please. Perhaps it will be easier if I explain you did not mention that you saw your brother.
You.
You knew?
I surmised. Your brother, furious at Landini's sending for Ireland, was standing outside house. He showed his anger quite plainly. You saw him. You also saw Landini. You thought it possible that in fit of unreasoning rage, your brother might have killed Landini. So, you tried loyally to shield your brother.
It was unnecessary gesture.
You.
You mean... That my brother could not have killed Landini?
At the moment of which you suspected him, he could not have done so. You see, angle of bullet disproves that. But, of course, about angle of bullet you do not know. That does not preclude suspicion of... your brother at earlier times. But I only wish to show you. Please be honest and open with us. We have only desire to help you.
I'm so sorry, Mr.
Chen. I really am.
And ashamed.
Come in.
Oh, Mr.
Ward and Mrs.
O'Farrell.
Yes, sir. I was bringing Mrs. O'Farrell with me to see what you would like to eat. You've both been at it for hours without a stop and without eating. I met John Ryder as I was on my way up. He said you wanted to see me. Have you learned anything?
A little, Mr. Ward, but so little. Mr. Ward, we sent for you to ask this question. When you were on way to turn on landing lights... Did you pass anyone in hall?
Why, I don't think so. You see, I went down the back stairs. As you know, I met Cecile.
Yes, yes, of course. But think, it is important. Did you see... Did you see Dr. Swan or Mr. Romano?
Yes, I remember Romano. He mentioned something about Ireland coming so close to the house as to nearly take the roof off.
And that's no lie, and it isn't.
He came so close to that back wall, he'd think he was trying to land on the balcony. And Cecile down there in the kitchen stairs, madder than a hornet at the way her husband was a-carrying and showing off her landini.
Begging your pardon, Mr. Ward, but that's the truth, and it is.
So... Mr. Ireland came so close to back wall as to almost touch balcony?
That he did.
Landini standing there waving at him.
You saw her?
Just for a minute. A dinner like that's no joke, as I told you. And I didn't have any too much time for looking at flying machines.
Madam Landini was still standing on balcony when you went back to kitchen?
Well, then, now when you mention it, she stepped back into the room kind of sudden-like, if you know what I mean.
I think so, yes. Thank you, Mrs. O'Farrell. That will be all at present.
Thank you kindly, sir.
Oh, and what will you have for lunch?
We shall leave that entirely in your hands. There are none more capable, I'm certain.
If you don't need me for anything else, why.
Not at all, Mr.
Ward.
Thank you so much.
I'll go with you, Mr.
Ward.
If Mr.
Chan doesn't want to ask.
Any more questions.
At present, no, Miss Beaton.
I'll see you later, Miss Beaton.
Leslie.
So, Ireland, eh? Coming close to the balcony. The bullet was fired from above. Completely drowned out by the noise of the motor.
Precisely, Sheriff. I think if Mr. Ireland does not return by night from Reno... we will be put to distressing necessity... of going after him. Yes, Sheriff. If Mr. Ireland, Wonder Pilot, does not return, we shall most certainly have to follow him and return him to scene of crime.
While I recognize that Ireland did sweep close to the house and did have an opportunity to shoot Landini from the plane, still, do you think he had enough motive?
Motive in different people is very different thing. Motive which might motivate you to laughter might in other persons motivate the crime of killing. This killing, obviously committed in heat of captain. Therefore, the person committing murder did so while unbalanced, even so slightly.
Yes, that's true, all right.
Unfortunately, yes. A person who takes life of another is unbalanced, except when person does same in duty.
Lots of murderers, though, have thought they were killing from a sense of duty. Might be that in this case.
Then if duty were considered motive, we should be forced to look toward who?
Yes. Yes, I'll sing, and Leslie must be.
That is right. However, to return to Wonder Pilot Island, it is possible that from his position in plain, assuming that he is not murderer, it is possible, I think, that he may have seen something which would be important clues. Come in. On the bus, Mr.
Ward already called Lino.
Anything you'd like to say or ask him before.
He go away?
I do not think so, I think. I had lengthy talk with Mr. Ward. Nothing more to be added, I think.
Mrs.
Deacon, she's speaking to me that supposing you're not too much.
Busy, she'd like to say something.
Yes.
What else, I think?
Call me all the time at work. Too much work in this place. But me, sometimes I look and see Missy.
Missy Beaton. She's scared. Too much scared, you know. Too much frightened.
Again?
Have her come to study, I think.
You.
Yes. Better that you accompany her, I think. Whatever you say, bossy. Me do.
Mr.
Ward, he speak to me, help you all.
At one time. Very good, I think. Bring Miss Beaton here. Yes.
Quite a sudden change in Singh's attitude, eh, Inspector?
Indeed, yes. He who acts for the Emperor is the Emperor. Mr. Ward's courtesy and helpfulness now descend like mantle upon shoulders of our sea.
I'm sure anxious about this Ireland business. If he's gone, gone for good, I mean.
Then matter will be in hands of government and state. Mr. Ireland's failure to return should only be construed One thing. Guilt. The chariot.
Yes, Inspector?
Perhaps it is that. In this case, we are like persons who cannot see trees because of thicknesses of wood. Perhaps there are so many clues that we cannot find essential clues. Essential clues? Yes. The expression of my friend Inspector Duff of Scotland Yard. One essential clue, he says, Always more important than many non-essential clues.
Go on, I'm waiting.
Think, Sheriff. Red lid on yellow box. Yellow lid on red box. Pink scarf with green costume. Misbeaten scarf in dead woman's hands. Maybe.
Yes, maybe.
Maybe person we so diligently but hopelessly seek is person of very poor eyesight.
Doggone it, Inspector. I'll bet you've hit it. Now, let's see. Who wears glasses? Ireland doesn't.
No. If that remark I made were correct in diagnosis, Mr. Ireland would be eliminated. Flyer cannot have poor eyesight. And Leslie, she doesn't wear glasses. Nor Mr. Romano, who reads music as far. Which foreconductor requires very good eyesight? He does not wear glasses. Probably Leslie.
Come in. Good evening, Mr.
Dixon.
Oh, come in, Mr.
Dixon.
Sit down in this chair.
More comfortable.
Thank you, Mr.
Dixon.
Would you like to ask any more questions, Mr.
Chan?
I do not think so, I think.
Oh, Mr.
Mario.
Would you like to ask me, I say, do you want to see Cecilia backstage?
No, I say.
That sounded funny. What was it, Inspector Chan?
I remarked to Dr. Singh that even parrots can learn sayings of Confucius. The same are repeated sufficient number of times.
Dr.
Singh replied, Dr. Singh, you repeat, please, in English. Mr.
King, suppose you put it so many times, tail feather of parrot, by and by, parrot may bite.
Yes, no? I think, before you go, I have only one question to ask. I think he listen. What should I know? Have you anything to tell us that you have not told us?
No can tell.
The very poor policeman.
No tell me what kind of question you like asking. Me no can say.
Not see nothing? Me go another bedroom? Yes, yes, and I know you go another bedroom for blanket for little dog trouble. That will be all, Arthur.
Oh, little more, you come and lunch it. Too much work in this place. More better, you come and lunch it in this time quick. We should pay due attention. Your reproof will come to lunch when time sounds, yes.
I'm going to think you're going to let me go.
Oh, Miss Beaton, our thing told us that you were frightened again.
I am.
My room was searched.
What? Yes.
I had made some notes, written down everything as well as I could remember it, so that if I were brought to trial, my attorney could have the benefit of the notes. You understand?
So-called smart thing to do.
Extremely so. Continue, Miss Beaton.
The notes are gone.
Gone, eh? Now, who would do a thing like that?
Same person as perhaps opened letter addressed to Mr. Ryder.
Meaning perhaps that Mr. Ryder is... I was telling the truth after all.
This invasion of Miss Beaton's personal affairs would tend to make it appear so. When did you discover your lost, Miss Beaton?
This morning. I sat down to add something.
And that something was, Miss Beaton?
Frieden?
That last night, very late, or early this morning, I should say, I heard our son arguing with someone in the passageway.
Oh, you probably heard Inspector Chan and me talking to him.
No, I heard that, too. That was before that.
You, uh, you do not know whose voice you heard? It is important. Very important. Perhaps, who knows, the most important clue to Jake.
No.
I admit that I tried to recognize it, but I couldn't.
Listen.
A plane.
Can it be Ireland?
Yes, it is.
Look over the lake.
Come, we will go to meet him. Miss Beaton, we will lay a little trap, you and I. One does not catch butterflies with mousetraps. You will again write notes. But this time, tell no one. I will do telling.
I guess Ireland's landed. I don't hear the plane.
Oh, it is you, Monsieur Holt and Monsieur Chan.
Indeed, yes, you see. You came to welcome your husband.
Mais oui. But yes, I have plenty to say to him.
Hi, everybody.
Oh, this time you do not make the circle, the dive, the loop. You do not make the show off.
For why?
There is no Landini. Why, you know, make sure, same as before.
Why, why, before, before... I saw someone standing on the balcony. I came down to see who it was.
You know only too well who it was.
Now, how could I? I thought maybe it was you. So I dropped down as close as I dared. Then I saw it was Landini.
So then you did the same thing. Whisk the net to give her the thrill.
Now, listen.
I circled the field a few times to get my bearing.
Oh, did you think this field was on the roof? Ah, you are one big fool. You are what you call infatuated with Landini.
Reckless.
Whisk the light for her.
I tell you, I was looking for the landing field. Then the lights flashed on.
Yeah, but did you land? No, you start again.
Listen, I know what I was doing. I don't need any backseat driving.
Your pardon, Mr. Ireland? You circled the house how many times?
Three times, Inspector.
You saw Madame Landini three times?
No, only twice. The last time I circled, she had gone.
You do not have to tell that. We know it. When she had gone, there was no more looking for the Landini. No more of this stunt.
You land.
Landini was my boss. I was earning my pay. She didn't mean a thing to me. You were just jealous. Madder than a wet hen.
Mad?
Yes, I was mad. My husband carried on like a fool. Oh, I was mad enough to kill him.
Cecile!
Indeed, yes. Cecile. Come, please. So sorry. But I think it's better you come and share it with me in the living room. Thank you so much.
Well, Cecile's fiery temperament and quick tongue bring suspicion upon her. But we must not forget that Leslie Beaton saw Cecile leave the study, but did not see her return. We'll have to wait and see what Inspector Chan makes of this latest discovery. After you have heard from your sponsor, Inspector Chan will be with us again.
Thank you.
Well, Inspector Chan, what philosophical saying have you for us tonight?
I have been thinking of the field.
Yes?
Indeed, yes. Ancient saying has it that there is no such poison in the green snake's mouth as in jealous woman's heart. Also, person's most formidable enemy, his own quick temper and too ready tongue.
Very true indeed, Inspector Chan. I'm sure everyone agrees with you. Thank you, and good night.
Honor, as well as pleasure, Mr. Wilson.
The End.
Welcome back.
Do we have enough suspects yet? We've got the ex-husbands of Landini, which in many mysteries would be enough, but then we also have got Miss Beaton, saying, and now we have the pilot and the pilot's wife. Are there any I'm missing? While the discussion between Chan and the sheriff is interesting, I'm kind of questioning his logic when he's saying that this was a crime of passion and suggesting that the pilot might have done it. Because if it was the pilot, it is not a crime of passion.
If he flew a mid-1930s airplane near the house, took aim out the window, and killed Landini, that is a cold and premeditated crime. Not to mention kind of impossible to pull off while flying the plane. Now, maybe he had an accomplice, but even then it seems like that person would have to be a crack marksman. It's just a very hard way to commit murder. Still, there's a lot going on in this process. We have Inspector Chan laying all kinds of traps and casting all kinds of suspicion.
So there's a lot to come, and I really look forward to what's ahead. All right, we'll listen to her comments and feedback now. And we go to Spotify, and Charles writes, Has Charlie Chan ever been played by an Asian actor? Every iteration I know of has had a Caucasian actor portray the role. Well, thanks so much, Charles.
Appreciate the question. And, of course, that's a really controversial aspect of the character in the series. Because when people think of the Charlie Chan series, they think of the, I think, around 40 films where you have Warner Olen... and then Sidney Toler, and then finally Roland Winters, all Caucasian actors in the role of Charlie Chan. Then there was a TV series starring J. Carol Nash, who was also Caucasian, and then you had a 1970s TV film starring Ross Martin, and a 1981 movie starring Peter Ustinov, But there were a few cases of Asian actors playing the part. The first three films feature Charlie Chan, featured two Japanese-born actors and one Chinese-American actor. George Kua played
Chan in the silent film, The House Without a Key, and Sojin Kamayama, played him in The Chinese Parrot. Both of those were silent films that are considered loss. The first sound film was Behind That Curtain, and it starred E.L. Park, who was a Chinese-American actor. I did actually see Behind That Curtain, and it definitely doesn't have the feel of the typical Charlie Chan film that people came to love.
Chan was referenced early in the film and then showed up with 15 or 20 minutes left to go. It was much more of a crime film with Charlie Chan as a supporting character. The other time that an Asian actor portrayed Charlie Chan was in animation with Key Luke, who played number one son in the 1930s Chan film and the later son. two films playing Charlie Chan in the Hanna-Barbera animated series, The Amazing Chan and The Chan Clan, which I always thought crossed over with Scooby-Doo, but I think that's kind of a Mandela effect because I can find no record of that happening. Although it also might be the fact that The Chan Clan had a van called, of course, the Chan van. And they also had a dog.
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The most delightfully fascinating character in the realms of mystery.
Charlie Chan.
Thank you.
Thank you.
As Charlie Chan's investigation of the murder of Ellen Landini proceeds, suspicion falls in turn upon Ward, Ryder, Dr. Swan, and Romano, all ex-husbands of the opera singer. Suspicion falls too upon Leslie Beaton and her brother Hugh, also upon Arsene, servant to Ward, whose activities the night in question were most unusual.
Ireland, Landini's pilot, could have shot Landini from the plane as he landed.
And while Inspector Chan is questioning him, his wife, Cecile, taunts him with stunting his plane to give Landini a thrill. Ireland retorts, you were mad with jealousy. Cecile says, yes, mad enough to kill her. Inspector Chan, accompanied by Young Holt, the sheriff, leads Cecile to the living room for further questioning.
Cecile, I am fully understanding in matter. You may have said I was mad enough to kill her. It was merely, shall we say, figure of speech. But other police, you understand, will not be likely to view speech in similar manner.
Oh, I did not kill her, Monsieur Chandler.
I speak mild.
I was excited.
It was as you say, no mayor of speech.
Mr.
Ryder, you were looking from windows. Did you see Cecile outside house?
I did not.
Not only that, I.
Saw Cecile coming down the stairs to the upper hall after the shot was fired.
She could neither have been outside nor in the study when the shot was fired.
You are forgetting something, Mr. Ryder. And that is? I think it is well, Sheriff, that we impart facts to the entire group. Perhaps this will lead to further elucidation. Would you be so kind?
You see, Madame Landini was dead before that shot was fired. What?
What was that you said?
Landini was killed about four minutes before you heard the shot. The sound of the real shot was drowned by the noise of the airplane motor. The shot you heard was a blind to mislead. Somehow I don't know whether or not to believe that.
Somehow, Mr. Ryder, it makes little difference, your belief. You are dealing with things as they were.
Mr.
Chen, I can explain every little thing I did.
I did not kill Landini.
I was sad.
I told you before. She sent me her blanket. I did not go. I hear my husband makes his sword over the house. I know he did it for her.
Landini, I can't wait to knock back stone.
Because she sent me.
Landini was killed for even five minutes before shot.
I could not do it. I was gone from study more than ten minutes. But this one, he sees.
Me downstairs when at least the more food is born in dining room.
That is perfectly true.
And Mr.
Ward, he needs me on back stairs when I go to kitchen.
Mr.
Ryder, he sees me when I come downstairs after shop. Or could I make what you call murder? And I saw Cecilia when she.
Left the cell.
You have many chances, Cecilia. That is reward for cheerful countenance and bright spirit. Do not spoil saying by such hasty, ill-timed outbursts as, I was mad enough to kill her. That's all now. You may go to your room. Thank you so much. So, Miss Beacon, you saw Cecile leave the study.
Yes, I did, Dr.
Swan.
One moment.
One moment, please, Miss Beacon. Dr. Swan, can you remember what you did see as you looked into study? I wasn't into study, and I... I did not say you were in study. I said, what did you see in the study?
I didn't even look in the study.
Mr.
Ryder, what did you say to that? You must have forgotten, Doctor. I saw you looking into the study, and you turned and went down to the living room. You must be mistaken, Ryder. I did not look in the study.
Mr. Sheriff. Yes, Inspector? My request is you take Miss Beaton to the study. I will join you in two minutes.
Your thing. Come on, Les.
Miss Beaton. You are not going to tell me, Dr. Swan, that Mr. Ryder was entirely mistaken?
I don't know what you're driving at.
You are not going to say that you were never near study?
That is exactly what I'm going to say. I'm sorry, Ryder, but you were mistaken. Or else you were trying to put the blame for.
The murder on my shoulders.
Don't be a fool, Swan. Why should I say I saw you if I didn't?
Please, please, gentlemen. Remember that he who would throw stones... first reflects upon safety of his own house of glass.
Dr.
Swan, Mr. Ryder's statement is corroborated by another witness. Someone else saw you at study.
Who?
Who else is lying about me? No one is lying, Doctor. There is no accusation attached to being at study. That is, there was none to lose those vehemently denied claims.
Now, look there, Sam. I don't intend to be.
Dr. Swan, let me give you a piece of advice. He comes too near to guilt, the empress who has tried. He comes too close to shame, the emperor whose faulty rule is much denied.
Are you inferring that?
Nothing was inferred, my dear doctor, if you did not bring upon yourself by too fervent denial of any consequential fact. That is all, doctor, present. Thank you so much. By Jules, well, I'll be.
Hold.
Hold? Jarrett?
The old sheriff, young Don's father, coming up the terrace.
How are you, Sheriff?
Well, this is John Ryder.
I recognize your voice, anyway.
How are you?
Oh, fine, old Huff.
Except for this enforced idleness while they investigate this murder.
Oh, uh, this is Inspector Chan, Mr. Huff.
Yes. It is a great pleasure, Mr. Huff.
Much honor.
Your honorable reputation is on the lips of all domiciled at this place. Yes, Mr.
Chan.
My reputation ain't nothing alongside of yours. Is my boy still here?
Yes.
At the present moment, he is in study. Shall we join him? If you don't mind. Be as you say. Be pleased to take my arm. Thank you, Mr. Chan.
I used to know my way about the ward place pretty thoroughly. But it's been some time and.
Yes, I'm fully understanding, Mr. Holt. When one's eyesight is not as good as it used to be. I'm joking, Mr.
Chan.
I ain't touchy about being blind. Not now. Time was when it irked me to be reminded of it. Well, I barely get used to it in time, and I've had lots of time.
Terrible pity, though. Wealthy man in his blinds has gladly changed places. It's lowest feelings or opportunity to see. And that's no.
Lie, Mr.
Holt. Perhaps, yes. I think it better we will knock before anything's done.
Come in.
What?
Why, hello, son.
I thought I'd better run up and find how you're getting along.
Oh, Dad. This is Mr. Leslie Beaton. Glad to meet you, indeed.
I'm very glad to meet you.
Here.
Hope you fit in this chair.
Thank you, Mrs.
Beaton. I know you want to discuss lots of things. I'll go down.
Before you go, Mrs. Beaton, remember our secret. You write again these notes. I will tell one by one The person's in this house. She was done for. And we will wait for the result. You don't need me for the next ten minutes, do you? No extreme necessity, no. You wished to.
Thought I'd take my speaking out and show her around.
Splendid suggestion indeed, yes. Good for both of you. Run along.
Well, I guess my boy told me most of the developments over the telephone this morning.
Anything else to add, Inspector?
Not much. No one has alibis, but then too, no one very much more motive than others. Mr. Ward, of course, would be least likely, since his only hope of tracing possible sons was through Landini's help. Yes, my boy was telling me about Ward hearing that Landini had a son by him. Anyone else know about that son? None but Cecile, who told Ward in first place. And Romano, who was lying.
I guess you and me, Mr. Cairns, ain't long about the same lines in a case like this. Ain't got much use for science meself.
I study people. Fingerprints, ballistics and such, Mr. Holt, I agree. Not so much use in tracing criminals, but very useful in obtaining convictions.
I understand you didn't get much from Arsene.
Afraid not. I have lost half of Arsene. I travel with covetousness. I was ambitious. I sought success. And for what I have won, I have paid the price. Am I accepted American? No. Am I Chinese? Not in the eyes of Arsene. But he who chooses in freedom the past, he must follow it to the end.
I wonder if you'll understand. I've been a friend of our Singh for 50 years. I'd rather cut my tongue out than say.
A word against him. Yes, yes, of course. But duty is duty, and it's my boy.
You understand?
Yes.
I've been sitting here pulling something off the arm of this chair.
Here. What is it? Thought it was a light, heavy fuzz.
And the color, man?
The color? Blue. Blue. Same as blue from blanket.
Blue.
And he sent our thing for a blanket. He came back with.
A blue blanket for the little dog.
He came back after you had found the body.
You sent him away with it. Did he lay the blanket down? No, Mr. Holt. He did not.
No, Mr.
Thorne.
That time he didn't.
That can't help me. That blanket has been in this room before.
I'm afraid so. I can see it all.
He fetched the blanket, found Landini alone, laid the blanket down on the arm of the chair, killed Landini with her own gun, tidied the place, mixed the lids on the cigarette boxes.
Did I tell you why he did it?
Why he killed her, Mr.
Chen?
Because he, too, knew a warped boy. He did it because of his love. His blind devotion to deadly war. Here, put this first in an envelope, and we'll compare it with the blue blanket later. It ain't really necessary.
Quite, Mr.
Holmes.
I'm afraid it's not at all necessary.
That missing son of Dudley Ward was the first thing I thought on when my boy Don told me of the details. You see, I know the ways of these old Chinese or the boys of any family. Year after year, I watched old Sing looking out for Dudley Ward and his brother, a-cookin' and a-slavin' for him from the cradle to the grave.
Then, Mr. Holt, you are fully appreciative of my feelings in this matter.
Yes.
I come to find you at Mr. Rothward's request, helping find his son. I stay to witness, almost, murder of Landini, the woman who bore that son. Now, I am face to face with the stern necessity of arresting a loyal servant, a faithful friend, one of my own country.
I ain't sure that our blames are seen so much. He is about his beloved master's son, a son that he should have had the honor and pleasure of raising for Dudley. He hears Landini refuse to tell of his whereabouts.
He sees red. Furious, he hates.
Hates with a killing hate.
Opportunity, and he kills Landini. Yes, Mr.
Holt.
And even Mr. Ward does not realize what was going on in that old Chinese head. But our Singh does not follow his thoughts to their logical conclusion. So often that is the way. He who diverts irrigation stream to ruin neighbor's watermelon patch oft times forgets that in so doing he deprives himself of water necessary for irrigation of his own watermelon. Singh forgot. In killing Landini, he did away with only chance in finding that boy he so much wished to raise.
Nine-tenths of the murders committed are committed by people who regret it after their smoke has cleared away.
Yes, Mr. Chan, it was Singh.
Who come in here and killed Landini, and I would almost have hung myself Before.
I said it.
I must admit that I have similar feelings.
You reckon I'm right?
I very much fear that you are.
One more thing before we send for that boy of mine to make the formal arrest.
I notice a change in his voice. Yes? Yes.
He speaks a misbeating.
But he thinks of Leslie.
He's all I got, Mr.
Chan.
And, well, he's not accustomed to womenfolk from the city, and I'd hate to see him hurt.
Maybe a word from you would... In this case, Mr. Holt, your fears are groundless. He is lovely in heart as well as in look. He's been accustomed to sacrifice. He has raised younger brother, and she has.
Here they come.
Did not hear anything?
My ears are my eyes.
There. Come in.
Well, we had a grand walk. That's what we both needed.
Yes.
I didn't realize it, but it is what we needed.
Fear of possible reprisals all dissipated, Miss Beattie?
No, I can't say that. I... Well, after all, it isn't exactly pleasant to have been in the room next to the murder. The fear that you were watched, your personal belongings stolen.
Say, what are you two looking so solemn about?
You know what I said to you this morning, son?
You mean about Arsene? Yeah, but you're all wrong.
Now, just a minute. You know that Arsene appeared right in this room right after the murder?
Of course.
And that he had blue blanket for little dog trouble?
Sure I do.
Well, if I were to tell you I found blue fuzz on that blanket on the arm of this chair here, what would you say? You'd say that the blanket had been in this room before Arsene appeared with it, wouldn't you?
I might.
Again, I might not.
What? What was that you said?
I had said that the blanket might have been brought into the room after the murder.
But you and I know that Arsene did not lay the blue blanket down on Arma's chair when he appeared in room. I sent him away. He still had blanket in his hand.
Yeah, but you're both forgetting one thing. When we carried the body, Landini, out of the room... We wrapped her in blankets. Blue blankets there were, too. And it was Arsene who packed them for us.
Boy, I ain't never been so proud of you before.
Oh, I'm so glad.
I couldn't think of kindly old Arsene committing such a horrible murder.
Sheriff, I take metaphorical hat off, very thick head, in admiration of your ability to so thoroughly clear... atmosphere.
Well, I guess, Mr. Chan, that we kind of wandered into the wrong pew.
Wrong pew, perhaps, Mr. Holt, but maybe, correct, Church, who can say?
I tell you, doctor, I said nothing of the sort. I will not what you call tolerate this. I speak to Inspector Chan.
Seems to be some sort of trouble.
Ah, Inspector Chan. I, uh, Dr.
Swan has been accusing me of saying that I saw him at a study.
Be so good as to come inside and close the door. Thank you so much. Mr. Romano, Mr. Holt, Father Sheriff, Dr. Swan.
It is a pleasure to know you.
Sit down, please. What is nature of disagreement? Dr.
Swan is telling me that someone beside Mr. Ryder say he was at a study. I tell him, what about it?
Yes, me, what about it?
Here I am practically accused of this murder because I was last one seen at study.
So sorry, Dr. Swan, that you jumped to such hasty conclusions. It is common thought, but particularly bad one in man of medical profession. Suppose you diagnosed Angina pectoris is acute appendicitis, which is serious blunder, no? Better that you leave diagnosis of this case to Sheriff and your humble servant. You see, Doctor, other people beside you were seen to leave study.
Mr.
Romano here.
But I never deny that I went to study.
I never deny that I speak with Landini.
Quite so, Mr. Romano. But you really never did explain why you went there.
I tell you before, I go to plead with Landini. I tell her you cannot afford a new husband this time. I tell her you have not the money to keep up payment for settlement you make with me.
And does that explain the money missing from Landini's handbag?
Indeed it does. I hear aeroplane approach.
I know Landini. She rush to window to see plane. I plead with her. She open handbag. She throw me the money. She say, take this. I will send more from Reno.
That is all.
Oh, sorry, Mr. Romano, but it is not quite all. You left Landini alive? But certainly.
If I had not, I should have said so.
How long after leaving study did you have to wait before hearing shot?
I cannot be certain.
Time has ceased to move for me. I am brokenhearted. I still love Landini. She treats me shamefully, throw me off like what you call it, all the shoes. But in spite of our faithlessness... I still love her. That voice.
That glorious voice. What could young Beaton do with that voice?
Nothing.
Nothing.
She's a baby. Landini needs a stronger hand than me. I can handle her. I say, young Beaton, nothing but a passing fancy.
That is all.
And you, Dr. Swan, have you made up your mind to tell us that you were in the vicinity of the study... A few minutes before a shot was heard. I was not.
I had nothing to go there for.
I was ready to leave the house.
I did not intend to stay the night.
Come in.
Mr.
Chan, I've been doing some work on the plane.
I ought to take her up. I thought if there was anything I could do over in Reno, say, it's not much of a.
Hop on a plane. Not at the moment, Mr. Ireland. Your appearance is most timely. Well, it is said patience and the ripe melon will fall of itself. You came at precise moments I was about to tend for you.
Yes? Anything I can do?
Mr. Island, night of your arrival, night of Landini's murder, people in house all flocked to meet you when you landed. Your wife, the seal, Mr. Hugh Beaton, Mr.
Wall.
No, Mr.
Chan, not all of them.
Mr.
Romano didn't.
Miss Beaton didn't.
Swan didn't.
I shall say nothing.
You know what I think of you.
And it's no secret what I think of you, Swan. No man can look forward to meeting with chauffeur who loves to his wife behind his back. Oh, is that so?
Why, you.
If it wasn't for Miss Beaton here, I'd tell you what I think of you, you rotten blackmailer.
That's a lie!
Oh, no, it isn't.
They'll find it out sooner or later. Blackmailing Landini for years.
Yes, Mr.
Ireland, what for? What did Dr. Swan blackmail Landini?
I don't know. I know for how much.
250 a month. At last she couldn't pay. She told me. I told her to tell that buzzard to scram.
And I guess she did.
And the looks of what happened to her that night.
Blackmail.
Somehow the word has a vile flavor. Not too much different from murder. But Inspector Chan, with an eloquent wave of the hand, has dismissed everyone from the study. We'll know more when he has thought more upon this latest development. After you've heard from your sponsor, Inspector Chan will favor us again.
Thank you.
Well, Mr.
Chan, what piece of Chinese wisdom can you impart to us this evening? I have been pondering, Dr.
Swan.
unforgiving blackmailing capacity. Blackmail is more than crime. It is also sin. To be entrusted with secret is to be honored. To betray secret is to blacken hearts with bad dishonor. But to blackmail is a cowardly act to which no snake whose belly drags the ground would not descend.
Very truly spoken, Inspector Chan.
Thank you, and good night.
Welcome back. I forgot Miss Beaton's brother in the census of suspects from last week. What can I say? You're bound to forget somebody in this group. I don't think the pilot's wife did it, although I could be proved wrong. I did like Inspector Chan saying in his own inimitable way, come on, we're having enough going on here without you having some ill-advised outburst. I also liked when he talked about his experience of being caught between two worlds, not really fully accepted. or at home, either in Chinese circles or in mainstream American society. That sense of not fitting in and not being at home is a beautifully relatable idea, and it's true for a lot of people. There are some folks who live like that, and then there are
others who will kind of twist themselves into that, whatever shape it takes to fit in and adopt all the ideas and practices that are associated with the identity that they most want to be at home with. And, of course, there are people who tend to fit into whatever group you're talking about, and there can be this rigidity of demanding that everybody... who wants to fit in and wants to truly be treated as an insider, conform to every whim of their group thought. And so many people do find themselves in that situation, where you're either true to who you really are, or you put up a false front to fit. It's a pretty deep idea for this series, and I can't recall ever having seen it explored in any Charlie Chan film, although I don't claim to have
seen them all. Though it has to be said that after that, he and the old sheriff went completely off the rails. they develop this deep theory of the psychology of why Ossing committed the murder, even though it didn't make sense for the goal that he was supposedly wanting to succeed. You know, and this was the old sheriff who said he didn't care for evidence like fingerprints. He's just kind of like, I'll literally grab a thin thread and form an entire case of on the base of it and conform my understanding of reality to it. Fancy policemen and their fingerprints, they don't have anything on that approach to evidence. I do seriously wonder how much Chan might have believed what he was saying because of the
way Connolly played it. You could interpret the situation that Chan let the old sheriff go off just so his son... could correct him and he could be proud of his son rather than being somewhat shamefaced at being told by a famous detective that he got it wrong. Because if that's not what happened, it's a bad leap of logic into...
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A New Corpse and Fear in the Night.
The most delightfully fascinating character in the realms of mystery, Charlie Chan. At Pineview, Dudley Ward's home, Landini, the famous opera singer, has been murdered. Charlie Chan had gone to Pineview to assist Ward in persuading Landini to tell of the whereabouts of a son born to her after she had left Ward. and now the Honolulu detective finds himself involved in a baffling murder mystery. Suspicion has fallen on everyone in the house, but now points very definitely at Dr. Swan, ex-husband of Landini and accused by Ireland of having blackmailed Landini.
Inspector Chan and young Don Holt, the sheriff, are discussing the situation, and Holt says that he believes a warrant for Swan's arrest.
Is their next move.
I am much in agreement with you, Sheriff. I think that some definite step should be taken against Dr. Swan.
In the first place, he insists on denying that he was near the study. Well, two people saw him. And if he wasn't trying to hide something, why should he deny it?
Precisely, Sheriff. Aware of him, whose denials precede his accusation. And we are compelled to admit that man who practices blackmail will find steps to murder a victim not very big one.
Yes?
I believe that wisdom dictates that tomorrow morning, you get warrant for his arrest.
Come in.
Yes, I sing.
Anything you like to have before bedtime, huh? Or maybe, you know, go to bed. You're all the time awake.
I do not think there is anything, Singh. You've taken admirable care of our needs during Mr. Ward's absence. Oh, yes, yes, yes. And the bossy, he's speaking to me. I sing, you know, take a number one care of Mr. Chan's. May boxy your ear when I come back.
When will Mr. Ward be back?
Oh, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. You can tell. Ah, Singh, do you know anything at all about this son, Mr. Ward Landini?
Please? No.
Oh, I think Bossy crazy. I know think Landini have son. Cecilia, she mad, that's all.
She tell Bossy that crazy story because she.
Mad at Landini. Perhaps. Well, Singh... I do not think there's anything else. We will go to bed in a few minutes.
Oh, yes.
Oh, oh, me forget.
Mr.
Lider, he like to speak with you, he say. Then ask him to come to study. That will be all. Thank you so much. Oh, good night. Oh, hello, Mr.
Dixon. You like to come and study?
Thank you, yes, I do. Well, I rewrote these notes, Mr.
Chan.
As well as my memory serves me.
You left them where?
Lying on the writing table.
In my room.
Splendid.
We shall see whether or not one of the oldest known tricks in catching criminals will in this instance be successful.
It's getting pretty late. Don't you think you ought to be getting to bed?
I suppose I should.
But I can't drive away that fear, that horrible feeling that something is wrong, that something is going to happen.
Be pleased to come in. All right.
I'll go now.
I'll see you in the morning.
Now, please don't go on my account, Miss Beaton. What I have to say can be said before anyone.
Then sit down and stay a few minutes. Perhaps it'll help calm you down.
Yes, Mr. Ryder. What can we do for you?
You can do a lot.
I've got to get back to my business.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Ryder. Conversation along these lines is impossible.
Yes.
You mean that we've got to stay here until this mystery is solved?
Either solved or given up altogether.
You do not find Miss Beaton complaining? Yet I'm certain that she has as much real necessity for getting away from this place as you, Mr. Ryder. Tell me, as long as you are here, do you still say that you know nothing of Mr. Ward's son?
I told Dudley that first night when he asked me, I never heard of his son.
I thought perhaps that possibly from something you knew, you were sparing his feelings.
No. Most emphatically, no. I never heard of his son. That's all. I'll bid you good night.
It is all. Present, Mr.
Ryder.
I think perhaps our thing was right. Time for all to go to bed.
I know I'm bloody tired. Have a long, Miss Beaton. I'll see you to your room.
Good night, Inspector.
Good night, Miss Beaton. Good night.
Oh, Inspector Chan.
Yes, Mr. Romano? Can I do something for you?
Is it possible that I can see you in your room for a moment?
Indeed, yes, Mr.
Romano.
Step inside, please. One moment. I find light switch. Ah, there.
Do you not object if I close the door?
Certainly not.
Mr.
Chen, how far is this a matter of a solution of a murder travel?
So far, we have been ringing wooden bells. Although tonight, we have made decisions of importance.
You mean.
Yes.
One?
Yes. Mr.
Chen, wherever I go, I am a watch. Every corner I turn are prying eyes.
Is it.
Can it be that I have given you a valuable clue, a clue which you yourself do not realize points to a guilty person?
It is within bound possibilities, Romano.
Please, please hurry.
I know if you do not find the murderer quick, it will be too late. Someone else will be killed. I.
Indeed, I think you are unduly nervous, Mr. Romano. However, do not fear. We shall use all possible speed in apprehending murder. That is all you wish to say?
Yes.
Yes, that was all. Well, I bid you good night.
Wait. I.
Hear someone outside the door.
You are mistaken, Mr. Romano. There's no one here. Good night. Good night, Mr.
Chan. Leisurely, Charlie Chan begins to remove his clothes. The old-fashioned grandfather's clock on the stair landing chimes to me. Outside, the high wind drives the whirling snow in countless eddies, but inside the house, warm, quiet.
What was that? Back door closing unless my ears deceived me. Perhaps, perhaps better that I again dress the investment. Yes, better that I invest.
In a few moments, Charlie Chan is dressed. A few running steps down the back stairs, and he opens the back door.
Now, if only flashlight works. Ah, footprints in newly fallen snow. Shall I awaken Sheriff, or... No, I will report in detail to him in morning. Footprints? quite clear, going in direction of roadway. Well, whoever it is does not have very great start. Ah, light. House. Old house pointed out to me by Mr.
Ward.
Is unoccupied. Yes? Yes. Footprints lead to back door. Quietly, Charlie Chan opens the door.
His flashlight shows a muddy footprint on the bottom step of a flight of stairs. Quickly silently keeping close to the wall. He runs up the stairs. He pauses on the landing. Here's the sound of heavy breathing Someone standing in the hall beneath him for a moment. He hesitates then his mind made up He throws himself upon the shadowy figure standing in the hallway Inspector Chan.
Alas, Sheriff, at night all cats are black, sir.
I'm sure sorry about this, Inspector. Of course, I never guessed. I hope I haven't hurt you much. How do you feel?
How does Sparrow feel who has been hit by a cannonball? A little disturbed. I shall survive. I'm delighted that we met, although must disparage manner of our meeting. There's something strange going on here in this house tonight.
I reckon there is. I was sound asleep when I heard that.
Quickly, follow me. I have flash.
Sounded like it came from the back of the house.
I'm certain of it. Ah, to his back door, which I entered. Footprint was here, now gone.
Yeah.
Door is locked, and outside.
Yeah, the front door is locked, too. I know it. I tried it. If we could get out from the balcony upstairs, it's only a jump to the bank on the west end.
Come, then. We must hurry. I followed footprints up these stairs, came to stairs, Note that none came down.
Then somebody's still up there.
I'm fearful of that. Ah, this is what I thought. See? Footprints lead up the door. Yeah. And door is locked.
Well, we already owe the owner for that lamp we smashed downstairs. Might as well do a little more damage. Stand by, sir.
So.
Someone lying on the floor.
Afraid not someone, Mr.
Holt.
Something.
Who is it? He's got on a big overcoat. I don't recognize him.
It is Dr. Swan. He is dead.
Yes.
Quite dead.
Yep. Swan, all right. Must have been killed instantly. Well, exit Swan from this murder case. I wonder what it means.
It means, I believe, that the blackmailer has met with obvious finish Yeah, but it kind.
Of upsets our calculations. Yeah, we were all ready to arrest him for the murder of Landini and draw John if he doesn't go and get killed himself. Shows that we were all wet.
Not exactly, Sheriff. Facts be analyzed. They tend in directions of proving that we were very close to edge of being right.
Well, I'm sure glad to know that we were near right.
Permit me to what the French call reconstruct murder of Landini.
I'm listening.
Night of murder, one hovering in hall waiting to go to study to have last words with former wife. He accidentally is witness of killer, if not of killing. Suppose he learns who killed her. Would such man go to police? I think not. He sees instead new delightful pathway of blackmail opening before his dazzled eyes.
Sounds reasonable, all right.
I think it happens so. Suppose then... that he comes down here tonight to receive first installment of his wickedly earned money and receives instead bullets from desperate persons who cannot pay or who, knowing that demands will be endless, will not pay. Yeah.
Yeah, that's what happened, all right.
Yes. From murderer's point of view, that would be wiser cost. I cannot truthfully say that I disagree, cannot altogether say... But I regret untimely passing Dr.
Swann. Neither do I. I never did like him. And a blackmailer. Now the world's better off without him. By the way, what started you off to come down here?
In the process of removing clothes, I heard backdoor clothes. I followed footprints in snow.
Backdoor?
Yes.
And I followed footprints from front door.
One of us followed murderers. The other followed swans. Quickly, Sheriff. We must go. We are again guilty of carelessness.
I don't get you, Inspector.
Quickly. A little couture.
Couture?
A little couture. Help to open this window. While we engage in death struggle in hallway, murderer was standing, listening, watching, perhaps. He slipped through our fingers and... Ah. Not very big jump to bank, as you said. Come. I shall hold flashlight.
Okay.
Yes, my friends. If you follow murderer, then I followed swan or vice versa. Let us place large order for sackcloth and ashes. You and I, my boy, walk within few feet of murderer we so hotly see.
Yeah, and he's got a fine start on us, too.
Man inclined to exercise would not have to look further for a nice pair of dumbbells. Pardon the vile slang which I acquire from my children now being beautifully educated in American schools. Come, we must search for returning footprints.
There they are. It'll have to be a quick job. It's starting to rain. There's spring coming, and I can't get overjoyed at the prospects at all.
This spring will be a happy one for you, nevertheless.
Look here.
Footprints. They do not go to roadway. They go to the edge of the lake. Yep, and they disappeared.
That fellow must have had a boat.
Sorry to be in disagreement, Sheriff. Murderer, no matter how powerful, could not carry boat on back. Not boat which would stay afloat in waters as such turmoil as these tonight.
No.
He'd rather that he went into water and walked along Edge's shore.
Then you go one way and I'll go the other. We'll find out where he stepped back onto the shore.
Afraid not, Sheriff. Murderer has too much time. Besides, my somewhat ample girth precludes such lengthy walks in water. No, wait not.
It seemed like the only chance.
Do not worry. There will be other chances. No matter how often the fox returns to his den after raiding chicken coop, in the end he is killed by watchful farmer. Our murderer has now two crimes dogging the footsteps of his conscience. We shall win.
But I.
I don't see a starting point at all, Inspector. We're just as far from a solution as ever. And another murder to solve to boot.
But we do have starting points.
Where? I can't see it.
We are dealing with murdered man who was blackmailer. Yes. Then in order to pursue his nefarious trade, it is necessary to have persons worth blackmailing.
I get you. Had to be someone with enough money to make it worthwhile.
Most assuredly. Otherwise, Swan would have reported murder. This is always predicated upon thought that our theory is the correct one. Here we are at Pine View. Hope the murderer did not lock the door behind him when he returned.
To the house.
He didn't.
The door is open.
Quietly, then. I open bedroom doors as we go to study. Quick flash of light to see whether or not any awake.
Our murderer has had plenty of time to get into bed and pretend to be asleep.
Unfortunately, yes.
Quietly.
Who's that? Mr.
Ryder, awake?
Yes, I'm awake.
Very late, Mr. Ryder. Or early, perhaps, is more correct.
I know perfectly well what time it is. I've been awake for an hour. What's the idea of scaring the wits out of everybody this way?
What do you mean, Mr.
Ryder?
You, Holt, leaving the house in the middle of the night.
So sorry, Mr. Ryder. The detective is not in control of sleeping hours.
Oh.
Does a detective's job call for leaving the doors open so that the wind about blows the house inside out?
What door, Mr. Ryder?
The front door.
I close the front door.
Mr. Ryder, will you join Sheriff and me in study?
You'll have plenty of company there without me.
Precisely what do you mean, Mr.
Ryder?
You'll find Miss Beaton, Romano, and all things shivering in their boots, scared to death.
I do not insist that you join us, Mr. Ryder. Good night, and thank you so much. When entering, study, Sheriff. Look for signs of wet seats.
Don't worry, Inspector.
I will.
I observed some lights. The study door is open. Oh, Don! Sheriff, I... We.
We wondered what on earth had happened.
I should have said so, Inspector Chan, before I tell you tonight that some of the.
Things that happened in this house.
Yes, Mr. Romanoff? And what has happened?
Oh, Miss Beacon, sit down and decide the fire. There's nothing.
Yes, Mr. Romanoff. What has happened?
You ask me what has happened. I am awake when a bedroom door bursts open. I get out of the bed.
I admit I am scared.
I light a light. I find Mr. Ryder in the hall.
Mr.
Beaton also.
We go together downstairs and find a front door open.
Mr.
Ryder, he goes to your room. No Inspector Chan. Then we go sheriff room. No sheriff.
I think you have said nothing. Tell me I think. How did you get your feet wet?
I want to watch Mario.
Make my feet wet outside. What do you think? Obviously, I think you get your feet wet outside. But what were you doing outside?
I want to make outside look see where man who leave front door open go to. Plenty snow outside. I think go around the house, get some feet plenty wet.
Right so, I think. Plenty wet feet, God. You will all have to be told sooner or later... We, Terrace and I, have been down roadway to unoccupied house adjoining Pine View. We found Dr. Swan murdered.
Oh.
Oh, I knew something was going to happen. I told you.
What did I say?
It is not safe to keep us here in this house with a murderer ready to kill us one by one.
Aye, aye, aye.
What I said before.
Policeman come. Keep this on. Work for policeman.
He come so.
Or more better, I go tell him what's in right away, quick.
Mr.
Ward, he has returned from Reno? Oh, sure, sure.
Why did he come back a little while ago? Oh, maybe he leave a front door open. I speak to him, he say, no?
Is it some good when he come in? There is no need to disturb him now, I think. He's probably tired. And waking him will not help solve murder, Dr.
Swan.
Please do not worry. Now on, sheriff or self, will mount rigid guard upon all staying in this house.
Better to make arrangements to get us all away from this place. Not one of our lives is as safe.
And you, Inspector Chen.
The closer you come to finding murderer, the more chance there is of your being another of his victims.
Yes, and you too, Sheriff.
No, no, don't say it.
Don't even think of it.
Come, come, Miss Peterson. Leslie, Romano's making things out worse than they are.
I agree with Sheriff. Better that you all go back to bed. One word with you, Sheriff, before you go.
Yes, Inspector. What is it?
Our first duty tomorrow morning. This morning. For I see it is almost daylight. We find out who had key to empty house. That person is murder.
After the night's adventures, we feel that both Leslie Beaton and Romano have some justification for their fears. Will Inspector Chan be able to find who had the key to the empty house?
Only time will tell.
After your sponsor has delivered his message, Inspector Chan will be with us again.
Thank you.
Well, Inspector, what do you have for us this evening?
Untimely death of Dr. Swan is still uppermost in my mind, Mr. Wilson.
Naturally.
Do you have something along the lines of that thought? Yes, Mr.
Wilson.
Animal that lives in caves, and only ventures forced to prey upon sheep in valleys, cannot expect help of sheep herders when attacked by larger animals desirous of possessing dead caves. Though with criminal who goes against laws of society, he cannot expect society's protection when, at the last, he desires things.
Thank you, Inspector Chan, and good night.
Thank you. Thank you.
Welcome back.
Well, a bit of uncharacteristic action for Charlie Chan. The ending part with the keys does give a hint as to why the novel and the play were called The Keeper of the Keys. I will say that since reading that Ah Sing is 70, it does change a whole lot how I view the character. I mean, I hope that Ah Sing was telling some joke. I sincerely hope that Dudley Ward is not threatening a guy in his 70s.
I also do feel at this point that the request by Leslie and Mr. Romano to leave is kind of reasonable. The only good reason to stay, and it's not a good reason really, is Genre conventions. This is an old house mystery. You have to stay near the old house. But genre conventions don't generally hold much water with most people.
It seems like they could all go stay in hotels around Lake Tahoe. You know, not leave the state or anything. But there's no reason for them to hang out around the house. Though, of course, if they are all off at their... individual hotel rooms would be possible for a killer to pick any one of them off. Although I don't know how comfortable I would be if I were one of them with Inspector Chans and that he and the sheriff will take terms guarding everyone if, you know, I'd known that they just kind of keystone copped each other out.
In the snow.
Now, as I'm recording this, this is the first episode I recorded since I started reading The Keeper of the Keys. Now, of course, I gave initially a long synopsis, which, if I remember, I'll go back and delete after an amount of time has all passed. add that to the very first episode, at least here on the podcast. I did have some additional impressions on the novel and what we've heard on the radio show. While a lot of investigative details and the way they were explained were changed, I think that there was a pretty big rearrangement of a lot of details of the investigation fit the radio format.
There were actually a few passages of the book that we actually hear completely word for word as they were written.
In the novel.
And so much of the conversation between Charlie Chan and former Sheriff Cole were verbatim, including Chan's musing about his own place in the world, which I think reflects the sort of person that Earl Der Biggers was, in that he... rated this character, and he wondered about him. He wondered how he related to the world and felt about his place in it. I will say, as I think about it, I wonder about that scene in the novel. I've not actually finished the book. I'm going to be reading through it a little bit of the time. I don't want to read the final chapters until... We really are getting towards the end, but I will have some thoughts on what I read in the book. I will say that where I got to in the novel was before Dr.
Swan was murdered, although reference had been made to the blackmail. Dudley Ward in the book seems to think that the blackmail... was tied into his son. But it occurs to me that Landini is the type of person who might have had many reasons that she might be being blackmailed, not just one. Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. I want to go ahead and thank RB, Patreon supporter since September 2024, currently supporting the podcast at the master detective level of $ 15 or more per month.
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This way, Danny.
That car parked over there.
What happened?
Boy and a girl.
You'll see. Him?
How bad?
I'm no duck, Danny. Ambulance on its way.
Lost a lot of blood.
When I found him, the car was open. The boy's positioned like he was trying to get out of the car.
What about the girl?
Four shots from up pretty close, looks like.
Dead?
Uh-uh.
Motive?
Like I said, I'm not a duck, but it wasn't robbery. Here, wallets from both with just the amount of money you'd expect neatly dressed kids like that to have.
Identification, too.
Let's see. Boy's name, Ted Forstek.
Girls, Ruth Ballard.
Both kids, both of them.
Just touching 20.
There's something else, Danny.
What? Other side of the road. Come on.
Somebody picked a nice secluded place for killing.
Yeah.
Yeah.
This road's blocked off, Danny, but kids slip around wooden roadblocks. That makes it a lover's land. Makes it more thrilling.
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