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Danger Dr Danfield - Death Paints a Picture

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Duration:: 33m
Broadcast on:: 07 Jul 2024
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Start listening today and experience uninterrupted serenity at SaulGoodMedia.com. You heard me tell the rest of them. These pictures are not for sale. I paint them for my own amusement. I am a great artist, and I like to see my own work all around me. That's why I will never, never let one single picture go. Now, if you've got any ideas, you're going to steal one of my pictures, just get it up your head. And another thing, that gun of yours doesn't frighten me one bit, it doesn't frighten me one. Dr. Dan Fields, student of crime psychology, has many times provided the police with a solution to a battling crime. There's an interesting case ahead for the doctor today. We'll call it death. Paints a picture. Death Valley, they sure named it right, Dan. How can people stand living out in such a lonely place as this? Oh, usually they have some psychological quick scene. Either they've been wrong by someone, or they themselves are wrong someone. They can't stand people, so they bury themselves in loneliness. Practical escapism. I'd rather lose myself in a crowd. And there are some people who just love the desert. Well, it gives me the shivers. And we better start looking for it up for the night. You said it. Yeah, I see. According to the information given us by the auto club, there should be a place coming up pretty soon. Place calls for Shoshonee Wells Hotel. Well, they'll probably drive right on past it the way their sand is blowing. Yes, I don't like it. Automobiles have been covered up with that stuff. Oh, Dan, don't say things like that. Well, you're going to stop wearing, Rusty. There's the hotel. Is that all for looking, please? Yeah, we can't be choosy at a time like this. I guess we turn in here and not much sign of a road. The sand's blown over it. Oh, isn't there some other place, Dan, further on? Not for 80 or 90 miles, there, is it? Yeah, here we are. I don't like this place, Dan. Oh, well, we'll be on our way in the morning. Right now I'm hungry and I want to get inside somewhere where I can get this sand out of my house. Come on. Oh, and you don't help either, Mr. Kyle. Yeah, let's see now. Yeah, it's just there's a doorbell. Huh, chimes in a place like this? Yeah, it does seem there though, doesn't it? Well, at least there's somebody here. It isn't closed for the winter. Hello, good evening. My secretary and I, my groom is for the night. Oh, come right in. Come right into my poor establishment. Well, Dan, he quite right. I'm Dr. Daniel Danfield and this is my secretary, Mr. Fairfax. Oh, a doctor? Well, I'm very fond of doctors. Is there always convenient to have an attendance when anyone dies? In a moment we'll return for the second act of danger, Dr. Danfield, but first... Now, back to Michael John for the second act of danger, Dr. Danfield. And my name is Borax Bedlo. Well, we're very glad to meet you, Mr. Bedlo. Especially with this dust storm blowing, huh? Leave your hotel if I even indeed. Yes, yes, yes, yes, dust storms. I'm very fond of dust storms, doctor. There'll be many dead things in the morning. Dan, don't you think we're dead? Oh, don't be frightened, young lady. Death is a very common occurrence here in Death Valley. That's not a misnomer, you know. You're cheering me up, no end. If you'd care to join us, dinner is now being served. Yes, yes, indeed, we would. Follow me. Dan, this place is screwy. That's that Borax Bedlo. With that old back of stained beard and that conjured voice, they don't fit. Well, does it breed strange creatures, Rusty? Here we are, doctor. Now, you and Miss Fairfax, we sit at the foot of the table. We serve here a family style. Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Bedlo. And now I would like to make you acquainted with the rest of my guests. Miss Fairfax and Dr. Danfield, Sue Pierce. How do you do? Miss Pierce. Missus. Oh. And her husband, Mr. Harvey Pierce. Now, good evening. Mr. Pierce is a landscape painter, doctor. He's here to do death scenes. Oh, I'm very fond of desert scenes. I'm a great admirer of runnington. Runnington? Bah, a mud dumber. I am the greatest landscape artist who ever did. You should see his latest, Dr. Danfield, a picture of a dead cow. I should have to. Oh, dear. Rusty, are you turning, Indian? And this is Mr. Kenneth Wakefield. I'm an optimist here, doctor. I came here expressly to buy some of Pierce's paintings. They're really good, you know. By my paintings? Never. They're my mind to admire and enjoy. Everybody in this place is more than slightly met, Rusty. And this is Jerry Neat. How do you do, Miss Fairfax? I'm delighted to see another of the fair sex in our midst. Really, you're quite beautiful, you know. You don't lose any time starting to work, do you, Mr. Neat? Not me. I believe in cutting all corners. Yes, and I believe in cutting all comers. That should put you in your place, if you have one, Jerry. Oh, you know I'm only kidding with this, Sue? Yeah. You better be only kidding. Uh, tell me, what is your business, Mr. Neat? I'm a prospector. I'm searching for that filthy thing called gold. You, prospector? I thought all prospectors were old and had whiskers and rode mules. Well, not all of us, my dear. You see, I studied metallurgy in college, and I've come out here to put some of the new methods to attest. Struck, play, don't you? No, but I'm getting pretty close to it. And Mr. Me doesn't stop at my establishment. It takes his meals here. He has a cabin of his old mouth back about a quarter of a mile. Well, I must say you have a very interesting little group here, Mr. Bedlam. Yes, indeed, Dr. Denfield. And now may I start carving the lamb. It's very fresh. Yeah. I killed it myself this morning. Dr. Denfield. Hmm? Oh, oh, what's your, Mrs. Pierce? I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come out. I was out here watching the sand blow. Dr. Denfield just got to take me away from here. The wind is howling so loud. Like, what did you say? I said, you've got to take me away from here. My mom, Mrs. Pierce, I... I can't stand at the desert to burn the loneliness. Downwind. Well, why don't you have your husband? My husband, I hate him. I hate him. But if you hate him, why did you... You think you're girls such as a young bureau? And yes, beautiful. You think I could love a daughtering old man who's over twice my age, do you? Do you? Then why did you marry him? Why did any young girl marry an old man? Money, position. Mrs. Pierce, you should have thought about that before you got yourself mixed up in this mess. You've got to get away. I'll die if I don't. Well, you will take me away. You won't you, Dr. Pierce. I'm sorry, Mrs. Pierce, but I never interfere with a man and wife for concern. I'll have to say no. You've got to teach me. You've got to teach me. No. Mrs. Pierce, please, please. I'll stop it. Will you... Oh, I will. I'll see what I can do. I... You will? You'll teach me with... I... I didn't say that. I said I'll... Take your arms away from Dan. You... You free-timer. Rusty, I didn't hear you come out. Yes, that woman doesn't drag herself out of your arms. This instant, nobody will hear her go in. Now, look, Pierce. You've simply got to tell me that painting. The skeleton of the cow. I'm at Liberty to offer you $20,000. I told you before, Mr. Wakefield. My paintings are not for sale. What? Why? Why? Why just look at these walls, literally covered with your work. Yes, don't look at them. My babies, my creations, everyone a masterpiece. And to think I did them all myself. And you ask me to sell them? Well, but I'm only asking for one. And $20,000 is a lot of money. Money? What is money compared to a great art? Well, money means something to me, even if it doesn't to you. I have a client who wants that picture. If you won't sell it, I spend a lose good profit. And I won't sell. But your last word? My last word is no. You stubborn old cuss. You may be nearer to your last word than you think. And now, Mr. Edler, Rusty and I really would like to take a look at Mr. Pierce's paintings. That is, if you think he won't mind. Well, come on, we'll see if the old boy's in. Right. It doesn't seem to be. He just went out. Come on, I'll show them to you. Maybe he doesn't care to have us look at them. Well, not fierce. He loves it. He does this quite often. Does what? He sneaks out of the room when anybody's looking at his paintings and listens into what they say on the other side of the door. How are you? A queer is a word. He's a vain old chap. I should warn you. Don't say anything detrimental to this word. Well, come on. Yeah, just look at these paintings. Must be at least 50. Yes. Pierce says nothing. It's not prolific. He's a productive dynamo. I'm sure he lives for nothing but to paint. No wonder his wife is turning to newer pastures. The old fellow can't have very much time for her. Not into all those tools. She'd better stay in her own backyard if she knows what's good for her. Careful, little chapel here you. Oh, by the way, Mr. Bedlow, which is the one you admire so much, the one you were speaking of at dinner. Is it dry? I want to. Yes, yes. I believe you called it a dead cow. Yes, here it is. Right over here. Oh. Oh, I know. And it's horrible. If you ask me, it's space. Oh, you said that. I did, Mr. Pierce. You, you, you dare to criticize my work. Me, Harvey Pierce, me, the greatest landscape artist alive today. I'll have you know, young lady, that you know nothing about. Each and every painting on that wall is a master. Well, I know. Get out. Get out. Get out. Then I think we'd better go. Yes, you see. Come along, both of you. Get out. Get out. Yeah, that's cool. Man nearly had apoplexy. Yeah, he's positively a new rocket. Interesting. Dr. Danfield, do people die of neurosis? Not usually, Mr. Bedlow, but it can be a contributing factor. Very interesting. Well, I suppose you'd both like to go to your room. Yes, I'm rather tired. I'm just plain sleepy. Yes, it was always nice to have a good night's sleep. So uncertain, though. What do you mean? One never knows whether one will ever wake up again. Does one? Mr. Bedlow. Do you want to know something? What, my dear? I wish you'd crawl way off somewhere and die. In a moment, we return for the third act of danger, Dr. Danfield, but first... Now back to Michael Dunn for the third act of danger, Dr. Danfield. What the thickens? I wonder what that is. Where are my shoes? Man, man, what's happening? Sounds like soup, Paris. Come on, she's downstairs. Well, it's soup, you've gone upstairs at this time in the morning. I don't know. Hey, she's in the room where the paintings are. Help me, somebody help. Mrs. Pierce, what? Look. Oh, Dan. Well, what's going on in here? It's Paris. He's dead. I know it, I can tell. It's not only you dead, Mr. Bedlow. Mr. Pierce has been murdered. Everybody here, Mr. Bedlow? Yes, indeed. Everybody, except Jerry Mead. He lives in the shack. I'll back, you know. Well, I wouldn't bother sending out for him. I can talk to him in the morning. Oh, this is terrible, Dr. Danfield? Poor old Pierce. Yes, Mr. Wakefield. Murder is always terrible. Yeah, it's strangely quiet. Something seems to be missing. It's the wind. The wind will stop blowing. It's always quiet when there's no wind. Eh, yes, that must be a no wind and no fire. Oh, thank you for that mistake. Now, let's see. Apparently from the condition of Mr. Pierce's body, he was killed about two hours ago by a bullet through his fire. Now, Mrs. Pierce, how did you happen to discover the body? I went to bed about 11. Shortly before three, I woke up and saw that Harvey hadn't come up yet. I thought maybe he'd fallen asleep down here, so I came down to bring him up to bed. Yes. And I came in here the light with the hut. I love it. Yes, that's enough, Mrs. Pierce. We know the rest. Mr. Wakefield, what time did you go to bed? Oh, I don't know. About 11.30, I guess. That long, how about you? Oh, right after you and Mr. Fax went upstairs about 12 o'clock. And what time did Jerry me leave to go to his cabin? Oh, right after dinner. I let him out the door myself. Good, good. Now, did any of you wake up, say, around one o'clock? Were any of you startled by a sharp sound? Dan, what are you getting at? Well, that's about the time Pierce must have been killed. I want to know if anybody heard the shot. Oh, they believe any of us could have heard the shot. Danfield, not the way the wind was blowing. Yes, yes, you may be right. Hey, Dan, one of the pictures is missing. Where? Right up there, see, where the wall is fading. There's a perfect outline of where a painting has been hung. Yes, yes, so it is. Oh, Mr. Bedlow, would you have any idea as to just what painting has been hanging there? Well, my George, it's been stolen. That was the picture of the dead cow. Well, it's a beautiful morning, RRC. It's hot. Oh, well, you've got to expect a little key on the desert, especially in Death Valley, you know. This is silly walking around before breakfast. How do you go? Work up an appetite. Good pressure. Just look at that sand rusty, just like driven snow, gray, clean, windswept, crop it. Not a blemish remark on it. Waves of sand. Hip and pretty soon a bunch of animals called men will come out and must it all up again, just like we're doing right now. Say, let me see Jerry Mead's cabin over there. Yeah, looks like he has already come over for breakfast. How can you tell that? Footprints, silly. See that unbroken line of footprints coming from his cabin? Oh, sure I do. And as there is only one set of footprints, and they're coming this way, not going back, I, therefore, surmise that Jerry has arrived for breakfast. Wouldn't take a hawk show to figure that out. Morning, Dr. Danfield. Mr. Fairbank. I'll take him in the constitution. Oh, just getting in the mood for some of your ham and eggs. Got the murder to get out here? No, no, but I'm working on it. Oh, say, would you mind sending Jerry Mead out? I'd like to have a little talk with that boy. Jerry Mead? Yes. Sit down, please. Well, I'm afraid I can't send him out. Jerry hasn't come over from these cabins yet. Yeah, who is it? It's me, Jerry. Dr. Danfield. Can I come in? Oh, walk right in, doors and lock. I know you're a rather late riser, don't you, Jerry? Yeah, I'll take him the day off today, but I'd sleep in. I don't know, huh? Did you bring your little honey with you? Rusty? We'll leave Rusty out of this if you don't mind. Okay, I don't mind, huh? Would you come over for it? Certainly not to see if I washed behind my ears. No, no, Jerry, I'm, uh, I'm investigating a supernatural phenomenon. Ghost? No, no, no, I don't think so, Jerry. I'm just wondering how a man could walk over to the hotel from this cabin in the dead of night, leaving a perfectly clear trail of footprints. Kill a man and then get back to this cabin without leaving a mark. Well, who did that? I was hoping that it might be you. Me? Yes, second, what is this? Hey, wait a minute. Did you say somebody was killed? I did. Who? Old Harvey Peart. Harvey. Oh, oh, hey, that's wonderful. Now, Sue can get out of the desert. Uh, mind if I take a look around your cabin, Jerry? Well, what for? Well, there's a gun missing. Also, one of Peart's is painting. One of your boys? You couldn't get one of those things inside this cabin, let alone hide it. Yes, yes, I guess you're right. Unless the canvas was cut out of the frame and rolled up. Oh, I wish I could take a thing like that. Uh, come on, Dante, I'll help you look. What are we looking for now, Dan? Oh, the missing gun, Rusty. Oh, be careful how you pull out those drawers. Oh, Borax will hear you and come running. Do you think Borax did it? No, no, but I'm not passing up any chances. Well, I can't figure out what happened to that picture. We booked everywhere. Simply can't hide anything that big in a place like this. Maybe they cut it out of the frame like it did. Well, then what happened to the frame? Yeah, maybe they burned it. Where are the ashes? We've looked everywhere. Maybe they buried them in the sand. Uh-uh, I couldn't do it, Rusty. Not if the murder was committed like I think it was. After the wind had gone down, there would be a big mark on the sand where they buried it. And a set of footprints to and from the place. Ha! Dan, are we dumb? Uh-huh. What brought on every mark? You have been looking at all these dress of drawers for a gun. And here's one lying right on top of the dresser, right back here, but the mirror. Well, what do you know? Well, murderer is a far clever man than I imagined. What makes you say this? Well, if this is the murder weapon he is, he hit it by not hiding it at all. No one ever looks for you, don't have to look, you know. I've seen a... I think it's been cleaned recently. What is that clue? Only that it's probably been used recently. Oh. So empty shells. Very careless of him. Yes, I think he would have replaced them. Most likely this wasn't his gun. It's an old type 44, shells of this type are hard to obtain. If it was his own gun, he would have had some. Wait a minute, Dan. Two empty shells. There was only one wound in Mr. Pierce's body. Yes. Yes, and that clears up a lot of things, Rusty, I think. That and the smart way our friend had up hiding things. Come on, Rusty, let's get this mob all together, Mr. Pierce's studio, as we say in geometry, QED. This case is solved. Well, they're old here, Danfield. Well, thanks, Pedro. Well, come on, Danfield, out with it. I want to see what kind of a case you've teamed up about me so I can get in touch with my lawyer. You tried to buy the picture, didn't you, Wakefield? Well, of course I did, but I didn't steal it. And I'm rather inclined to believe you. You hated your husband, didn't you, Mrs. Pierce? I did. There's no use to knowing it. I told you myself. Enough to kill him? I don't know. Maybe I would have if somebody else hadn't saved me the trouble. I see. For X, how about you? Well, surely, Dr. Danfield, you don't think I did it? What possible reason would I have to kill a paying customer? You're almost a psychopathic case, Mr. Bedlow. You have an obsession about death. You better watch yourself that you don't someday cross over the borderline and actually commit one of the crimes you're always dreaming about. Maybe you're right. Now, are you rusty? Me? Well, Dan, I didn't do it. Now, I'm certain about you, Rusty. I just want to ask you a question. Don't scare me like that. If you were going to hide a needle, Rusty, where would you hide it? It's that busy and a haystack. Yeah, it's just but everybody hasn't got a haystack. Where next? Right. Well, I end with another bunch of needles, I guess. Right. Now, Jerry, where would you hide a picture if you wanted to hide one? But I don't want to hide a picture. Well, that doesn't answer my question. I know. With a bunch of other pictures. Right again, Rusty. So, let's take a look around, shall we? There's about 50 pictures in this very room. I see it. I see it. The dead cow. Yes, isn't it? Right over here on the opposite side of the room. Well, then it wasn't stolen at all. Oh, yes, it was, Jerry. You stole it, just as surely as if you had taken it to your own cabin. And just as surely as you murdered the man who painted it. You're crazy. I wasn't even over here last night. The traction of sand proved that. The traction of sand proved that you were over here. The only thing they don't prove is that you went back to your cabin. Well, if you're so brilliant then, how did I get back? We'll get to that later. Right now, I want to look behind this picture. Why, then? Well, I think we'll find a bullet hole. A hole from the bullet that we didn't find in Mr. Pierce. Hey. Hey, see, Jerry? How about that hole was made by a 44? But it wasn't my gun. Oh, Jerry. Up to a point, you were so clever. Now you have to go and spoil it at all. Huh? And how did you come to that conclusion? By proclaiming the fact that it wasn't your gun, you admitted that you know whose gun it was. Well, if nobody but the murderer would know that, Jerry. Mr. Bedlow, would you mind calling this sheriff? In a moment, we returned for the conclusion of danger Dr. Vanfield, but first... You know, Dan, you are the luckiest guy. Huh? What do you mean, Lucky? Why, I said Jerry hadn't made that crack about the gun you never would have found off. Oh, you think so, Rusty? Of course. Now why don't you admit it? Are you forgetting the footprints, Rusty? The single track, running right from Jerry's cabin with a hotel? What about those footprints? Well, Rusty, here's what happened. Jerry came over to either buy or steal that painting. He heard Wakefield offer 20,000 for it, and he thought he had a chance to find gold quick without having to dig for it, you see. Well, what's that got to do with the footprints? Well, the same was blowing around like all get out when Jerry came over, and he counted on it covering up all his tracks, but all of a sudden the wind stopped blowing. You can imagine the quandary our boyfriend was in. He committed a murder, and in the morning there would be a perfect trail, a one-way trail straight to his cabin, warning him out like the finger of doom. Oh my gosh, what did he do? He went back to his cabin. Well, I know, but his footprints were pointing the other way. Of course, that's why he walked backwards. Backward? Yes, what he didn't realize was that anyone walking backwards always puts the weight on the ball of the foot instead of on the heel, as they do when walking naturally. It showed up in that nice, clean sand, like a kid's drawing of a mustache on his best girl's picture. Oh, Dan, I hate those childs. Oh, I've come closer, and I'll protect you. Dan? Uh-huh. Yes, working? Do you suppose we could make that darn thing howl again? Uh-huh. [Music] [Music] [Music] Danger, Dr. Vanfield. [Music] You know, Rusty, I'd like to know the value of an original Edgar Allan Poe manuscript and what the chances are of one being discovered that hadn't been accounted for previously. Oh, I don't see how you can stand. Someone's behind that pile of boxes. Yes, we better. Hey, who turned off those lights? Dan, the pile of boxes is loaded! They're coming over at it! Dr. Daniel Danfield, student of crime psychology, has many times provided police with a solution to a baffling case. And at times, too, the alert Dr. Danfield has found that his pet theories on the workings of the criminal mind must be subject to change without notice. There's another interesting case I had for the doctor today. Let's see how he handles it. Our story opens in an antique shop located in an old part of the city. It is early morning. Good morning, Mr. Exeter. Hey, who's the devil of you? What are you doing here? Why? I'm Maurice, Mr. Exeter. Don't you remember? You hired me three months ago. Really? Oh, that's interesting. Yes. You look like a capable fellow Maurice. By the way, where's that woman? There's no Vince. By she's in your private office, Mr. Exeter. She went looking for Mr. Ferbousch. I found those two. What are they doing in my private office? I told that old, funny, duddy Ferbousch to keep out of there. Ferbousch, how many times am I... What are you doing there? What are you doing there, I say? Answer me. Speak up, man. Give me those... I'll tell you. Put down that... Maurice! Maurice! Maurice, what was all that noise about? Well, if it came from in here, we'll soon find out. Good gosh. Look, it's Ferbousch and Exeter. It's Rexeter. It's Exeter. Maurice! Yes, Miss Novet. I'm right here. Oh, good heavens just scared me. Is something wrong, Miss Novet? Oh, no, not a thing. Except that Exeter's way didn't Albert Ferbousch is dead. Dead, Miss Novet? I'll say he's dead. Take a look. Like desks, spindles, sticking right through his heart. Maurice, I think we better call a doctor. And maybe the police. [Music] [Sound of a car engine] Answer that, will you, Rusty? Of course. Dr. Danfield's office. Oh, yes, Captain Otis. Yes, he's here. It's for you, Dan, Captain Otis. Oh, thank you. Now, don't forget that you promised to take me to dinner in the theatre tonight. How could I forget? Hello, Captain Otis. Yes, yes, of course. I see. Accidental death, you say? And you're not going... Oh, was that Captain? Death was instantaneous, huh? I see. Well, yes, yes, of course. Yes, I think it would give me an excellent opportunity to study an unusual type of criminal. Oh, my gosh. Yes, that's a good idea, Captain. It'd be considerable advantage to it. 31, I'll drop over to your office first, and then you can call the ledger and make the necessary arrangements. Fine. We'll be over in about 20 minutes. Goodbye, Captain. Uh, pick up your notebook, Rusty. We're going down to headquarters. [Music] And that's about all I know, Dan. The Ferbus was apparently leaning over the desk and fell forward. Well, it is rather an unusual accident, Captain. I suppose it could have happened that way. Yeah, well, there's this spindle that penetrated his heart. Lovely-looking thing. Fingerprints? None. We've already checked. It still looks like an accident to me. It did to me too, Rusty, until I heard about the missing manuscript. Oh, uh, can you give me any additional background on that, Captain? Only what Ms. Novans, Exeter's secretary told me. According to her, Exeter has always been a great admirer of Edgar Allan Poe's works. Sort of a crackpot on the subject. Well, manifestation of a new episode is common among normal people, Captain. It doesn't necessarily mean that Exeter is mentally the reins. Oh, you can tell more about that when you meet him, Dan. But anyway, he recently came across what he believes to be an original Poe manuscript worth a great deal of money. It disappeared at the same time of the so-called accident. Captain, notice, you said that Mr. Exeter is a rather absent-minded type of person. Yeah, it's extremely so. Uh-oh. Well, isn't it possible that he might have misplaced the manuscript? Well, that's what his secretary seems to think, but I'm not convinced. What is the secretary like, young and beautiful? Oh, not particularly. She's an ex-newspaper woman. You know, Captain, I think there's more to this than appears on the surface. Well, even if there isn't, I can see that you won't be satisfied until you've had a fling at it. All right, Rusty. So, uh, put on your best side, Sister Act. Hmm? Will I pay Mr. Exeter a visit? Uh, keep in touch with me, will you, Dan? Right, Captain. Come on, Rusty. ♪♪ In a moment's return for the second act of danger, Dr. Danfield, but first... ♪♪ And now back to Michael Dunn for the second act, though... Dang, your doctor, Danfield. ♪♪ Well, this is the place here, Rusty. Let's go in and get acquainted with Mr. Exeter. It's various, sitting at the desk. He must be deaf. He didn't even look up. Maybe he just doesn't care. Uh, good evening. Are you Mr. Exeter? Hey, uh, what was that, young man? I said, are you Mr. Exeter? Exeter? Yes. Come to think what I am. Aren't you sure? [ Silence ]