This episode of the Crime Cafe podcast features another entry in the Adventures of Philip Marlowe entitled “The Restless Day.” I've had a few of those.
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Debbi (00:12): Due to circumstances beyond our control, we do not have a guest for today, unfortunately, however, we do have an episode from the files of Philip Marlowe pi. It's called “The Restless Day.” Enjoy!
Marlowe (01:11): They all knew he was aboard the yacht when it exploded and sank, and everybody called his death and accident. That is everybody except the cops himself. He said it was murder.
Narrator (01:22): 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 Restless Day."
Marlowe (01:57): It had been a long, hard Saturday night that topped off a long, rugged week. When I finally got to bed dog tired at 5:00 AM Sunday morning, I was planning to stay there until I caught up on all the sleep I'd lost and gained a running head start on the coming week. And by three in the afternoon on the day of rest, I figured that job was only about half done, but whoever it was that started riding my doorbell had a different idea. I held out until the buzzer stopped, but it was only a change of tactics, so I gave up. All right! All right! I know when I'm licked! Just a minute.
Benjamin Rollins (02:33): Thank heaven you're in Mr. Marlowe. I don't know what I'd have done otherwise. *cough* *cough* *cough* Sorry.
Marlowe (02:38): It's all right.
Benjamin Rollins (02:39): Here. Read this story on the front page. No, down here.
Marlowe (02:42): Oh, yacht explosion. Death labeled accident, huh?
Benjamin Rollins (02:44): Yes. Yes.
Marlowe (02:45): Oh, mystery blast, which destroyed the Rollins yacht at Santa Monica Friday night, and in which Benjamin Rollins noted cosmetics manufacturer was killed, was established today by police investigators as accidental.
Benjamin Rollins (02:57): *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* Sorry, I smoke too much.
Marlowe (02:58): That's all right. The explosion which shattered and sank the 50-foot pleasure boat was caused by a leaking fuel line. Oland's known to be a chainsmoker, as believed by witnesses who have ... continued on. page seven.
Benjamin Rollins (03:08): Never mind Marlowe. I'll tell the rest.
Marlowe (03:11): Yeah, I think you'll make it.
Benjamin Rollins (03:12): There are two frightening things wrong with that story.
Marlowe (03:15): Well, go ahead. Frighten me
Benjamin Rollins (03:17): First. The explosion was no accident. That fuel line was repaired a week ago. Second, Ben Rollins was not killed.
Marlowe (03:23): You're shaking my faith in the American press. How do you know all this?
Benjamin Rollins (03:27): Because I am Benjamin Rollins.
Marlowe (03:28): Yes. Well, look, fella. You better dial one one six on the phone and tell the police all about it, huh?
Benjamin Rollins (03:33): No, that's exactly what I can't do. Someone's tried to murder me. If they find out I'm still alive, I'll be a target for a second attempt. *cough* *cough*
Marlowe (03:40): Wait a minute, wait a minute. I need two things right now. One, a cup of coffee. Would you like some?
Benjamin Rollins (03:44): Oh, milk, If you please. My doctor insists.
Marlowe (03:46): Okay, come on. You know, there's a good, solid explanation of why everybody thinks you were aboard that yacht.
Benjamin Rollins (03:52): Well, first they believe my body was lost in the explosion. You see, I intended to spend the night there because Lucille, my wife and I quarrel, but I got a call and I had to go out of town on business at the last minute. I went out to the boat, but only to pick up some papers. I was in a hurry. I must have let the lights on. I lost my hat in the wind on the way back ... *cough* cough* ... it was found. It was found in the water. Apparently I didn't secure the dinghy because that was a drift off shore. Mind you, I read all this in the paper when I got back this morning,
Marlowe (04:23): Back from where?
Benjamin Rollins (04:24): Phoenix, Arizona.
Marlowe (04:25): Figures.
Benjamin Rollins (04:27): I came in on the California Limited. You can check on that. Marlowe. I must know who tried to kill me before they know they failed.
Marlowe (04:35): That could be tough. Have you got any ideas?
Benjamin Rollins (04:36): Yes, I have. It might be any one of three people.
Marlowe (04:39): Three?!
Benjamin Rollins (04:40): For instance, Walter Pittman, my ex-partner threatened to kill me less than a month ago in New York when I won another court decision from him, and there's my business manager, fellow named Slater. I almost fired him last week. The arrogant fool. *cough* *cough* *cough* It's always when I get crossed this country.
Marlowe (04:55): I see.
Benjamin Rollins (04:56): And I'm sorry to say it, but Mrs. Rollins herself would no doubt, rather have me dead than alive. That's quite a lineup for a mere cosmetics chemist, isn't it?
Marlowe (05:07): Yes, it is. Look, you haven't been running lipstick experiments with somebody else's live equipment, have you, Rollins?
Benjamin Rollins (05:12): Oh, certainly not. I've been working so hard. I haven't time for my wife, *COUGH* to say nothing of another woman. Oh, Marlowe, I'm frightened. I must get to the bottom of this. I'll pay you double your usual fee. Will you help me?
Marlowe (05:24): Okay, Rollins, it's a deal. If I hurry, I might get down on your funeral. Under the circumstances, that should make somebody due for a very big surprise,
(05:41): A shave and a shower later, and I checked my wheezing client's credentials, settle him down in my apartment with orders to answer the phone, but not the door, and drove out to Santa Monica where the not very late Ben Rollins had made his home. I had a list of names, addresses, and phone numbers of people close to Rollins, that is close enough to kill, and I decided that Arthur Slater, the business manager, was my best bet for an opener. He had been described as softspoken, efficient, and somewhat arrogant, and after I found his cottage on Seaview Drive and walked up to the door, I heard someone inside offering a similar description, but with more color.
Angie (06:14): I've had enough of that routine, Arthur Slater. If you think for two minutes, you could throw little Angie over anytime you feel like it, after all the promises you've made, you're wrong.
Arthur Slater (06:21): That's just about enough, Angie,
Angie (06:22): Not by half brother. I know which way the wind is blowing and it's a nice big wind. Nobody kicks me out. I mean nobody. So think it over. Mr. Big. Oh, get out of my way.
Marlowe (06:34): Yes, ma'am. Cute kid, friend of yours, Slater?
Arthur Slater (06:37): Who are you? Another insurance investigator.
Marlowe (06:39): That's right. My name's Marlowe. May I come in?
Arthur Slater (06:41): Yes, certainly. All the others did.
Marlowe (06:43): Thanks. Who knows? I may be the last. Slater, I've got three reasons for believing that yacht explosion was no accident.
Arthur Slater (06:50): Not an accident. What reasons are you're talking about?
Marlowe (06:52): For one, Walter Pittman.
Arthur Slater (06:54): Pittman. You mean Rollins ex-partner? You
Marlowe (06:57): You know him, eh?
Arthur Slater (06:57): Well, only by name. I never met the man.
Marlowe (06:59): All right then. Let's talk about reason number two. Lucille Rollins. How do you feel about it, Slater?
Arthur Slater (07:04): You must be out of your mind. Marlowe. She and Ben fought constantly. Yes.
Marlowe (07:07): Slater. I asked how you felt about Mrs. Rollins.
Arthur Slater (07:10): I don't like her, but now what or who is reason number three?
Marlowe (07:15): You are. You had an argument with Rollins last week. He practically fired you.
Arthur Slater (07:19): And do you think I'd kill him over that?
Marlowe (07:21): Could be,
Arthur Slater (07:23): But Marlowe, Ben Rollins drove himself like an overloaded truck. He had a cigarette cough, nervous shakes and bad dreams. To me, bureau drawer eyelashes and glue-on fingernails simply aren't that important. So we had frequent arguments. Now, do you have any more smart reasons you'd like to discuss or would you care to leave?
Marlowe (07:40): Just one thing more. Why does your girlfriend think you're a little stuck up these days?
Arthur Slater (07:45): You're becoming a bit too personal, Marlowe. Get out. I'm not compelled to answer any of your questions. There's an established legal procedure.
Marlowe (07:51): Skip it, Slater. If I need to, I'll be back. And I'm fairly chummy with the boys in blue myself, so I'll get the answers if I want 'em. Goodnight, Big Shot.
(08:08): Arthur Slater was like a billiard ball, hard to rub the wrong way, and if he did have an angle, he was playing cagey. So as long as I was in the neighborhood and the trail was hot, I figured I'd have a talk with his spitfire, Angie. It wasn't hard to trail her. The corner news boy had heard get into a cab, the cabbie swore he'd never forget her, swore again. So finding her apartment was less trouble than unfolding a $5 bill. When I pulled up across the street from a place I noticed a big car as big as the average garage and older than last year's college graduate parked in front. It was a black pierce arrow and someone with a mouthful of cigar hulked behind the wheel. A cigar was pointed at me as I crossed the street. When I went up the stairs to Angie's door, it was still pointed at me. But I forgot about that when the apartment door opened, Angie was relaxed. There were little glints of gold in her green eyes,...