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Marlowe (01:17): Somewhere in the cold, persistent rain that made the city itself seem a thing of evil, a girl had disappeared and it was my job to find her, but before I did, I found death and a devil.
Narrator (01:31): From the pen of Raymond Chandler, outstanding author of crime fiction, comes his most famous character as CBS presents The Adventures of Philip Marlowe, and now with Gerald Mohr starred as Philip Marlowe, we bring you tonight's exciting story, "The Black Halo".
Marlowe (02:10): For three days, an ugly storm had lashed at the west coast from northern Oregon to the tip of lower California, and although it was only noon when I drove up to the sprawling red brick house just south of Santa Barbara to meet a new client of mine, the black that was in the sky and the driving rain that was everywhere left the day bleak and wet and cold. Left it the kind of day that made you feel that logs blazing in a fireplace and a warm dry robe were the only things that could matter to anyone. But when I got inside the house, Felix Drum, 350 uncomfortable pounds of executive in a wheelchair, who made his living importing perfumes, was very worried and not about the weather outside.
Felix Drum (02:52): Marlowe. Julia Perry is gone. I want you to find her and bring her back, and the sooner you do that, the better.
Marlowe (02:58): And the more I know, Mr. Drum, the easier it'll be. Exactly who is Julia Perry?
Felix Drum (03:02): My assistant, very capable girl who in the past six months has practically taken over my entire business. She handles most of the work from her cottage here on the grounds where she lives. She also has some little cubbyhole in Los Angeles where she keeps her files and some sample stock.
Marlowe (03:19): Do you have the address of that cubbyhole?
Felix Drum (03:20): If I knew the answer to everything, I wouldn't have hired you and anyway, it isn't important. Hand me that little bottle.
Marlowe (03:29): This one?
Felix Drum (03:31): Yes. Thank you.
Marlowe (03:43): When did you last see Julia, Mr. Drum?
Felix Drum (03:45): Three days ago. It was three days ago when she left on one of her regular weekly trips down to Los Angeles to bid on perfumes. Usually she stayed away overnight at the Beachwood Plaza Hotel most of the time, and she was back here by noon the next day.
Marlowe (04:02): I suppose you've already checked the Beachwood Plaza?
Felix Drum (04:04): Yes, of course. My man, Ruby, the one who showed you in has called the place a dozen times, but they only know that Julia registered there three days ago and hasn't been seen since.
Marlowe (04:14): Well, what about the girl herself, Mr. Drum? I mean her background, friends, family, that sort of thing?
Felix Drum (04:18): Yeah, as far as I know Marlowe, Julia has no friends, no family either. She's just a sweet but smart little girl from someplace in Kansas.
Marlowe (04:26): No beaus, not even nice ones, huh?
Felix Drum (04:28): I don't think she had the time. You see, when Julia first came to work for me, she wanted to get ahead and I gave her the chance. She made good. Today, she's as much my right arm as Ruby is my leg.
Marlowe (04:39): Mr. Drum, did you notice anything unusual about Julia's behavior lately?
Felix Drum (04:42): Yes, and that's the reason I'm worried. About two weeks ago I saw changes in the girl, Marlowe. She seemed less spry, more preoccupied. I figured it was overwork myself. Since the end of the year always means detailed annual reports, so I made no comment at the time.
Marlowe (05:00): I see. Tell me, Mr. Drum, what does she look like?
Felix Drum (05:03): Well, I have no pictures, but she's a blonde of medium height and was wearing a plaid raincoat and little circle of a hat when she left. Altogether, she's sweet and simple, if that's what you mean.
Marlowe (05:14): Yeah. Do you mind if I stop into the cottage on my way out?
Felix Drum (05:18): Marlowe, you turn the place inside out if it'll help any. Only since I'm certain that Julia's in some kind of bad trouble, you be quick and find her.
Marlowe (05:37): Julia Perry's cottage was strictly the 50-50 arrangement the Drum had mentioned with one room office and the other living quarters. In the office. I found everything in its proper place, so I moved to the other room. The moment I stepped over the threshold, the white fluff, the trim, the quilted bedspread, and the splash of color in the drapes said that Julia Perry had to be something soft and warm, and the half a dozen quietly tailored suits that were lined up in the closet like a squat of soldiers facing right, told me that she was also simple and neat. I ran through the pockets of her clothes and all the drawers and closets in the room trying to find something that would give me a lead that I was sure I had to have. After 20 minutes, I had found only a leather cigarette case, a package of peppermint lifesavers and a maroon and gold monogrammed book of matches, the cover of which was half torn off so that I could only be certain that the middle initial was a V and that an E or an F were on either end. But since the name and address of an LA novelty company was on the inside, I bought the matches as a starting point, dropped them in my pocket and headed for the door. When I opened it, I was surprised to find Ruby, Drum's right-hand man, purple scar and all standing in the rain. He was staring at me like my ears were spinning.
Ruby (06:49): You seemed to be a very thorough man, Mr. Private Detective,
Marlowe (06:52): And you seem to be a very nosy one. What do you want?
Ruby (06:54): To help Julia? Nothing else. Here's a postcard that came for her this morning. It was mailed in LA yesterday.
Marlowe (07:01): Yeah? Dear Julia, tried to reach you at Santa Barbara-1-1-8-1 both yesterday and today, but got no answer. I'm leaving. I'm leaving town tomorrow. As one little girl who fled life in Haven, Kansas to another, I would've enjoyed seeing you again for a bit before I moved on to who knows where. Anne. Santa Barbara-1-1-8-1. That the number here?
Ruby (07:28): Yeah, it's Julia's private business phone. What do you think of the postcard? Any help?
Marlowe (07:34): Possibly. Tell me, Ruby. Why didn't you show this to Mr. Drum?
Ruby (07:38): I forgot about it until just now.
Marlowe (07:40): You're a liar.
Ruby (07:42): Well, it's on account of the postcard was delivered here to the cottage.
Marlowe (07:45): Which is no man's land for you?
Ruby (07:47): Yeah, sort of. Mr. Drum doesn't like people who work for him mixing socially with each other.
Marlowe (07:53): Or maybe a sweet kid like Julia hasn't got any use for the passes you've been making at her.
Ruby (07:57): Hold it. I like Julia and even if she don't go for me, anything I can do to help her, I still do. Understand?
Marlowe (08:01): Yeah, I understand. I'm not so sure I believe. Goodbye, Ruby.
(08:11): It was pushing five o'clock and still raining by the time I got back to LA and over to the novelty company. Once there I presented the torn book of matches that I had found in Julia's cottage to a bald man with horizontal question marks for eyebrows and who at the crinkle of a $5 bill tore himself away from his racing form long enough to check the files for a set of maroon and gold initials that had a V in the middle and it was six o'clock before I had the answer, which was EVE and they weren't initials, but the front name of Mrs. Eve Bentley, who lived in a villa at the swank Sunset Terrace apartments. And according to the gentleman who said he knew his oats was a very classy filly. An hour later I was at Mrs. Bentley's front door, and while I made with the chimes and waited, I wondered just how much a guy who loves the ponies could know about women. But when the door opened, I had my answer.
Eve Bentley (09:00): Yes. What is it?
Marlowe (09:02): Mrs. Eve Bentley wasn't beautiful, but she was everything else, including a shimmering yard of gold hair piled high on her head and held in place by a knot of pearls that no Boy Scout ever tied. Her face was wide blue eyes and open red lips on a backdrop of soft, bare skin. She wore a black silk jersey dress that must have been sprayed on. She smiled when I said my name was Philip Marlowe and that I wanted to talk.
Eve Bentley (09:31): About what Mr. Marlowe?
Marlowe (09:33): Julia Perry. Ever hear of her?
Eve Bentley (09:35): No, I haven't.
Marlowe (09:37): So I'll try again. What do you know about Anne Somebody from Haven, Kansas.
Eve Bentley (09:41): Absolutely nothing.
Marlowe (09:43): This torn book of matches says otherwise. I found them in Julia Perry's cottage. Julia Perry is missing. I'm a private detective who was hired to find her and the matches turned out to be yours. Now, may I come in?
Eve Bentley (09:56): Why, yes.
Marlowe (09:56): Thank you. Well, Mrs. Bentley, maybe we ought to start all over.
Eve Bentley (10:00): No, wait just a minute. Mr. Marlowe. I may be able to help you. Did this Julia Perry deal in perfumes?
Marlowe (10:08): That's right. Now how did you know that?
Eve Bentley (10:10): Because I just remembered something and now I'm sure I can explain why my matches showed up where they did.
Marlowe (10:15): Just a minute. Just a minute. You know, whenever I'm talking to a beautiful woman, somebody's always creeping around in the kitchen. Who is it this time?
Eve Bentley (10:24): Really? Mr. Marlowe. There's a storm outside and there are windows and trees. If you put those three things together, that noise could have been a branch scratching on a glass pane.
Marlowe (10:34): Or somebody with squeaky shoes and a lot o