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Audible Originals on the Today Show present Murder in Studio One, written by Norman Corwin. Hello, I'm your narrator. Speaking to you from Studio One, a radio station here in New York City. The year is 1941.
I'll turn up later to guide you through the ins and outs of this labyrinth mystery. But first, a quick introduction to the seedling's players. Are you ready? The role of Inspector Camille Clough will be portrayed by Hoda Copy.
The one and only Savannah Guthrie steps in as her faithful sidekick, Minerva Hammershoof. Carrie Sanders plays Winslow, our studio's ever-present fix-it-man. Then there's Tom Yammers. He's our man and bleed Lieutenant O'Hammer Ham.
The Divine Chanel Jones plays a cypher. Asford Reeves. The Corn. Who told all murder mysteries to the Craig Melvin?
Al Roker is held on the ballot. He, as you know, is a radio up-and-comer who everybody wishes would just go home. And here she is, Stephanie Rule, who plays the no-nonsense radio writer Miss Feliz Fathergill. The very rainy Peter Alexander is a uber-intelligent professor, Worthington Grumick.
The lovely Jenna Bushhaker is our Angeline. That is 15. And finally, Harry Smith, his wrist. Harry is the stuffiest of stuff, Church.
The station's sponsor, Humphrey J. Plimso. Thank you. Now, without further ado, we bring you Murder in Studio One.
Not just calm down, calm down and take it easy. You act as though something terrible has happened. It is terrible. This is awful.
This is the worst thing to ever happen to radio. Don't get so excited about it. Where's the body? Right here.
Poor, poor, and grim. How long has he been dead? I don't know. Yesterday I was...
Wait, wait, wait, wait. What's that paper he's got in his hand? It looks like a piece of script to me. Let me read this thing.
Audible and the Today Show present... What is Audible? And today, anyway, presents a mystery melodrama entitled Murder in Studio One, written by Norman Corwin and starring Hoda Kubobi as Cameo Cloth. Can you imagine Hoda Kubobi as Cameo Cloth?
Who's Cameo Cloth? That's me, you idiot. Haven't you ever heard of Inspector Cameo Cloth? Well, no.
You see, I'm just a maintenance man in the studio building here. And I'm just... Maintenance and no maintenance. Don't you realize that I am the expert who solved the purple opal murder and the strange case of the fedora?
And the incident of the checkered pajamas? Well, no, ma'am. I just... I had really...
Well, I am. And to be perfectly frank, I shouldn't be fooling around with a small potato of a case like this one. I should say hot potato. Ma'am, considering who Vincrimpe was.
Who? Poor Vincrimpe. Who was Vincrimpe? Why, the most important radio announcer in the country.
He was. I'll make a note of that, but for heaven's sakes. Why isn't my secretary here to take notes? Where is everybody?
Why am I always the first on the scene of the crime, even before the coroner? Hereafter, I am going to take more time. It is improper for a detective, as distinguished as I am, to show up before anybody else. That is not the way they do it in the movies.
No, I agree that... That ain't how it's done, but poor Vincrimpe. He was such a lie, really, wantist to be left alone to finish my research on the lapidepriology of ancient Persia, and play the horses. But no, every fortnight, somebody turns up with a new mystery.
It's ridiculous. I've solved enough murder mysteries to start a radio series. I'll tell you. I mean, I'll just tap.
Hey, boys. I'm looking all over for ya. Big murder case was broke. It's about time you showed up.
This is Mr. Slope, who works around here, and this is Minnie, who never works around anywhere. Yeah, okay, what's this big murder case you say just broke? I got named Vincrimpe.
I found my data in a radio station. They've been calling you on the phone ever since. You wouldn't mean the murderer in Studio One, would ya? Yeah, that's it.
How'd you know? What studio do you suppose this is? Is this Studio One? Ah, jokes on me.
That's a hot one. Ah, what a gag. Where's the steps? On the dead side of the studio, right here.
Dead side. Ah, that's a good one. Why do they call it the dead side? Because sound is dead on that side, of course.
Make a note of that, Minnie, make a note. Okay, no. That ain't all that's dead on that side, though. Hey, what a gag.
Well, here's the body, ma'am. He was such a nice fellow, Vincrimpe. So I rush up here to tell you there's been a miter in this studio. Ah, well, the jokes on me, huh?
That's a laugh, all right? Many stuff and join yourself long enough to find out what is delaying Lieutenant O'Hanrahan and the coroner. Ring up headquarters and ask when they, nope, never mind. Hey, they are now.
Cameo now. Beat us to it again. Elementary deduction, my dear Lieutenant O'Hanrahan. Ms.
Klopp, this is Dr. Lionel Bumbridge, the coroner. Grinnings. Mrs.
Minerva Hatter Smith, Ms. Klopp's Secretary. And this is Astrid Breeze. She's the psychic.
How do you do? She saw the Congressional Investigation Committee murder and the case of the missing case. How do you do? What do you do?
Lieutenant, why did you call me on this case if you've got Ms. Breeze? Are you auditioning detectives? I know, Breeze is a consultant, right?
Ain't that right, Breeze? Ah, I sense death, especially over here. You mean the body? Do you want to make a note of the techie, M.E.O.?
No, don't bother, Lieutenant. I am resigning from the Vincrimpe case, effective immediately. Now, now I'm sensing a fear of failure, insecurity, early retirement. Well, I kind of double-talked it for that.
Oddly enough, she can't sense that knuckle sandwich. Please don't leave the case, Cameo. You want crime to triumph? Crime, don't pay.
Poor Van Cremepe, only just last Monday. He was telling me. All right, all right. I'll stick with the case, but it's against all my principles.
That's the stuff, Cameo. That's the spirit. Yeah, well, let's get down to business. What is that paper sticking out of Van Creme's side pocket?
Looks like it's got a typing on it. It looks like a commercial announcement. Let me see this. Don't forget to remember to insist on the name Fudgy Cream, for a real honest-to-goodness, creamy, delicious, wholesome, tempting, tangy, helpful, different, appetizing, mellow-rich, lusciously nourishing, energizing, irresistibly fragrant, refreshing, crunchy.
He was supposed to read that tonight at nine o'clock. Well, he's better off this way. Now, Dr. Bombridge, we've seen you poking around there long enough.
Have you determined the cause of death? Oddly enough, the victim was not killed violently. Very strange. Yes, it is strange.
The evidence points to strangulation, but there isn't a mark of any kind to indicate the manner of strangulation. Mini? Make a note of that? I take a doctor that you have completed your examination.
Except for autopsy. Are you through for the present? Yes, ma'am. But you haven't used your stethoscope to examine the court's doctor, Bumbridge, why is that?
Surely, Ms. Corfu are joking. Make a note of that, Mini. Dr.
I am not joking. But you know, that I call it out. Never examine stethoscopically. When I arrive, it is not to examine a patient.
Don't hand me platitudes at a time like this. So once again, may I suggest you use your stethoscope? This is preposterous. Specifically, in the area of the duodena.
Absolute medicine! The man is dead! Why did you do what you told you, Joy? Just leave this to me, Mini.
I'll handle the repartee, and you just stick to your shorthand. Okay, don't just try now. And besides, it's Jerk, not Joyk. Very well.
Very well. If it will humor you any, Ms. Clob, I will listen to his pulse and respiration, which sees at least two hours ago. Why, only yesterday, Vin Quimp was going to tell me that he was doing commercials for miracle beer.
He says to me, Lem, he says, you know what? Well, Dr. Bumbridge, what do you hear? Nothing.
Nothing? Nothing? No, nothing. Then why, sir?
Are you so pale? I am not well, I guess. Yeah, yeah, give me the stethoscope. I'm going to listen for myself.
Can I see that, sir? Thank you. Thank you. Just as I thought.
Lieutenant, listen to this. Let me see this. Now, I can't believe it. Well, what is it?
Don't keep us on Tenta Hooks? It's a quartet. It's music. They're singing music.
What kind of music? It's my favorite song, the Boogly Boogly Piggy. Ah, they're swinging out. Yeah, it's swinging out.
Well, with the honorable Ms. Breeze, kind of listen. Oh, thank you so much. I feel it now.
I feel it now. This man had a love for music. Are you kidding? Perhaps the ever-perceptive Ms.
Breeze get advanced the theory at this point. The past, the present, tomorrow of the week. Give over, Ms. Breeze.
Let me listen. How's this thing going on? Yeah, this is good enough. Have you an explanation for this cameo?
I'm lost. Simple. Ah, now this is amazing. Amazing.
Ah, amazing. You're driving it crazy. Come away from that many. Come away from that.
Come away from that. Now, it's obvious. It's obvious. Van Krimp was murdered by the administration of a dose of deadly poison in Sidium.
But how can you tell with a low time? I am coming to that Bumbridge. And when I get there, you'll do well to have an explanation for your strange reports of not hearing anything. Now, as I was saying, in Sidium is a newly discovered poison, the effect of which is to choke off the oxygen supply of the blood, while at the same time, producing a mood of profound cynicism in the victim.
Cynicism? Yes. Observe. Look at Van Krimp.
He died with a sneer on his face. Why so he did? Well, how does that explain all the music coming from his duodenum? Simple.
And Sidium is a radioactive substance. It gathers in the duodenum and it sets up a sort of receiving station for radio waves and other electrical impulses. It acts like a crystal set, you might say. He knows a stop there, voice, doesn't she?
In this cloth. This poison you speak of is unknown to medical science. So how do you speak? Like so, doctor.
But there are only three persons in this country who have studied it. And I, I'm one of them. I finished writing a paper on the subject. Camille, I gotta hand it to you.
You saw this mystery. Now, we have to find the murderer. I mean, you certainly are so what? Wait, what'd you say?
In the meantime, Lieutenant. I suggest you place Dr. Bumbridge under arrest for suspicious conduct. Now, wait a minute.
Oh, poor Van Crimp. Also, detain Mr. Slope, who's been mourning Van Crimp just a little too hard to suit me. Too.
But I'm only the studio maintenance man. I was only your soul. Any others who profess to know Van Crimp intimately. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Good to see you. Hello, Van. Am I in the right studio? Is this studio one?
Yeah, it is. And what do you want? I have an appointment to see Van Crimp, the announcer. I'm by golly.
I'm just on time. What is your name? Well, you mean to say you don't know me? This is Elwynn Repel.
Tops and tenors. Singing nightly to Eil's place. Route 22. We're frolic to begin.
No cover. No mid. I got a lot of flashy dramatic routines. Young, sober.
We'll go anywhere. Well, where do you think you're going now? Well, you mean to say? You're asking me if I'm going places?
Well, that's probably what you mean. However, decking down a series. What I'm saying to you is, where am I going now? Well, as a matter of fact, Van Crimp is a great booster of mine.
And a real happy doodle dandy kind of chap. He came out to Eil's place against himself. Show crab that they feature along with my singing. And he told me not to fail when I was in town next time to drop in on him.
So you're a good friend of Graham Van Crimp, so are you? Oh, am I a good friend of his? Why, I say I give him the show right off my back. He's way up there with the best of them.
He's right at the top. He's a sky high guy. Nobody like him. You mean he's out of this world?
Right. Right is right. Do you recognize who's lying there on the floor? Absolutely.
Oh, absolutely. Good old Van Crimp, a tough break. Well, I see you folks need a little cheering up and I'm just the guy to do it for you. That's right.
I like to sing. Always glad to be a service to my fellow man. I tell you folks, a smile is a great thing. You remember that old song?
A smile will take you there and by. OK, OK, OK, let's take your smiling outside. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Make a big mistake here.
Hey, hey, man, you look like you've got good ears. Yeah, you're a pain in it. Now go on home, sir. I can tell you, have a damn ear and I've got the boy and girl angle on this one.
All right, here we go. Go, go, go, go. All right, come on. Now, let's go.
Let's go. All right, all right, all right, all right. Now we are rid of him. We're rid of him and I suggest we go about our business.
There are a number of people I want to see out in the meantime. I suggest Van Krimpe giving a decent autopsy and a burial so he can stop receiving the Boogley, Boogley, Piggy and Maisie and other programs on the same wavelength. So you think you've got it solved? Don't be too sure.
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So you've decided to stick around. Is the curiosity killing you? Perhaps that's what happened to our unfortunate stiff here. Or with something more sinister afoot.
Let us find out as we return to Murder in Studio One. Cameo and her assistants head to Central Park to digest the facts of the case. And some hot dogs. Well, boy, I see us the evidence and they mustn't want it.
Ah, well done men now. Take us down. Van Krimp was poisoned sometime during the late afternoon of October 7. In Citium can kill if it touches the tongue and it takes about a half hour to work.
The victim feels fine until it strikes. And then it's all over in one minute. That's right. That's what it says in your paper on the subject.
Very good. Now, when this poison took effect, Van Krimp was in the studio. Otherwise, the receptionist outside studio one would have been aware of the body being carried in. Yeah, that's right.
They don't usually carry bodies in and out of the studio. OK, so that means Van Krimp, either crawl, though, was dragged unnoticed behind the portable screen at the dead end of the studio. And there expired. Yeah, there were three different programs, either rehearsing or broadcasting, while Van Krimp was in studio one on the afternoon of the seventh.
Right. It's a science talk by Professor Whiteington-Thromic. The Adventures of Zazazelis. And a row of the rhythm coils.
Yes. Each must be investigated. I also see the sponsor of Van Krimp's Snap and Zip variety show, Mr. Plimsall.
I understand he quarreled with Van Krimp the day before he was murdered. Yeah, I saw that Plimsall. His wife died at Tomain Poison in last year. Most curious, put that down too.
Now, first, we must see Professor Thromic. A few minutes later, in Professor Thromic's laboratory. But I tell you, Miss Klop, I only met the man once. And that was at a poker game?
Why, yes, to be sure. It was at a poker game. It is home in Brooklyn. That's where I live.
Brooklyn, the land of the free of the home of the Dodgers. What do you see up with next year? You lost heavily to Van Krimp that night. Yes, that's true.
And you promised to pay up before November 1st. Yes. And you also lost a telephone bet on the World Series to him. Yes.
Now, Professor Thromic, you are a scientist and you lecture on the radio. Yes, ma'am. You also happen to be one of the three persons in this country who know the secret of Encidium. Why, yes, yes, I do.
But she, Professor, will be all for present. The duo is now at the Algonquin Bar, questioning Feliz Fothergill, author of the Zaza Cereal. The night is dark, but she is already lit. Yes.
I write the adventures of Zaza the Zealous. So what? Well, Miss Fothergrill, your stories are very imaginative and a macabre sort of way, aren't they? So what?
Yes, they are. Van Krimp once told you publicly that he thought your stories stink. So what? And you replied that he'd feel sorry one day for what he said.
You also called him. An overbearing snob, and a stuff shirt, and an exhibitionist who ought to be put out a circulation. Which he was. So what?
You accused him of standing around waiting for people to ask for his autograph. He would rather sign an autograph than eat. So what? That's what I'm asking you.
Then keep on asking. That is what I intend to do. Listen up, clap. I'm going to sue you for disturbing my peace of mind.
I am a very, very busy woman, and I'll sue you to your little squirt, taking notes on everything I say. Do you hear me? Do you? Here.
Nick. Don't write that down. Don't write that down. Camio and Minnie track down Gladys to the one place she's sure to be every Sunday.
May's Clippin' Curl. Girl. And you sing on the Rowley Rhythm Girls program, Miss Pinkney? Yes, I do.
And you saw him in the studio the day of the murder? No, I didn't see him. I tell you I did it. She said she didn't.
Well, you saw him the night before? We had a party. Okay, he was in his home. He was very happy about winning a big, big bet.
Later, we went down to Kellogg's cabin for a drink. He was very boisterous, and I quarreled with him. Oh, so you quarreled, did you? Oh, no, it's not what you suspected was only.
Was he sober? Oh, yes, he never drank. Mm, that's all for now, sister. The investigation continues on the factory floor of flimsol zippers and snaps.
Come on. What about that, Mr. flimsol? Well, you know, I'm surprised that you should ask such a question.
Mr. Clov, Mr. Clov, I always enjoy the most cordial relations with my employees and all those members of my wonderful little family who represent society, selected snaps, and zips, manufacturing company on the air. And that includes good old van crimp too, making rest in peace poorer.
But you had sharp words with him the day of the mirror, yeah? Well, I am surprised, though, that my employees have me. I like to surprise them with little surprises. Like, now you take this year.
The folks are expecting a bonus this year, but I've got something up my sleeve far better than a bonus. And when they get in step with this thing, they're going to be peped up good and plenty. That's for sure. It's a friendly Christmas plan.
All that an employee has to do is save his slips that he's issues. That is providing, of course, he has been with the firm for a minimum of 19 years. And if the slips are OK by the forming of the division superintendent, then they're put through the verifier and checked by any competent notary public. They are then issued to the board, and the employee simply waits his turn.
This, of course, is a matter of 10 days clearer. Go on. This is positively spine-chilling. And it's terrific.
And then there's simply a thorough medical examination. If the employee passes, he is entitled to A, a choice of half a day off or B, one half of 1% discount on articles purchased at the factory commissary. I found it always pays the search for methods of establishing warmer relationships between myself and my employees. And wouldn't you agree?
There are crimes worse than murder, Mini. Yeah. Yeah. So who's the scoundrel with blood in his hands?
We'll reveal the culprit of the murder in Studio One by the return. He was a young Marine. She didn't care about convention. They made a life together.
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Cameo and Mini regroup outside Studio One. Is everybody here, Mini? Yeah, well, the suspects is inside, including Lieutenant O'Henry and into District Attorney, if you want to call them suspects. Danger, things have happened.
I also got him in District Elwin Repel. What a smack. He's like a cartoon in the New Yorker. Very well.
Let's go in and clear up this mystery. Good evening, everybody. I am so sorry, especially you, to upset your plans for the evening, but there's a little matter of a murder to clear up. And then you can all go home.
All but one, because the murderer is in this room. What? I don't want to swallow my soul. Stop trembling, Mr.
Plim, so you're making all the other guests' knives. I don't want to swallow this thing. No, that's not that's for sure. That's okay, they say the ashes is good for the teeth.
If you don't mind, Ms. Hammersmith, I'll conduct the investigation. Okay, well, just trying to help. Hey, if anybody's any help, I'll be glad to do it.
Glad to do it. Now I've got this new song. Okay, okay, thank you. Just sit quiet and continue to pick your teeth.
Now, let's begin with you, Dr. Bumbridge. I'm innocent. I am innocent.
You can't prove a thing. When you heard the Boogly Wiggly song come out of Enkrimp, you wanted to keep it to yourself. You could have offered your earphones to confirm the findings, but you chose not to. Home, were you trying to shield?
Nobody. You see, I was so shocked by the music. You were shocked, a coroner. Shocked.
Make a note of that, man. Note it. All right, now to you, Mr. Repel.
That's your service with a smile. You are a top tenor, but you were also low man on an assault with intent to murder charge in Texas in 1932. Oh, right. His reign got admitted, too.
But I changed since then. And now I'll find that a smile makes you smile. You're wild as single. You didn't tell us before that you went to the fourth game of the World Series with Van Krep and rooted for Brooklyn while he cheated for the Yankees and that you both got into an argument about Joe DiMaggio.
Well, right. Right, you are, but now Van Krep said that. Never mind. Mr.
Slope. You looked upon Van Krep as almost a son, didn't you? I loved the boy. Whenever he was in trouble, I would just.
No, he did have a habit of touching the point of a pencil to his tongue when writing. Yeah, I often urged him to correct that habit. I told him it was unhy, Jenna. It certainly was.
It may or may not come as a surprise to you to learn that Van Krep died as the result of touching his tongue to a pencil whose point had been dipped in insidious. But I guess all of a moment, Slope. Thank you. Now, Professor Thromak, you had a long, intuitive talk with Mr.
Slope after your program on the day Van Krep died and in the same studio where the act was committed. We talked about atoms and molecules. I see. You realize that one of your favorite brands of pencils was found in the restaurant downstairs that day?
I always signed my checks there. Do you always dip your pencil in poison? But no, I denied it. I see.
Now, Miss Father Girl, you told us that you are gonna... So what? Well, maybe you're right. Now, Miss Pinkney, over to you.
Take it easy, Cookie. All she said was now Miss Pinkney. Before Van Krep went upstairs to studio one, he was seen giving his autograph to a lot of girls in the lobby of the station. And you, you, you, were looking on very jealously.
Girl. He sure was a mile a minute, too. And you, Miss Pinkney, already angry with him because of his behavior at Kelly's Tavern in Brooklyn the night before you. You turned on your heel and you stomped out.
She dined on a heel, all right. No editorial comment Minerva, okay? Is it true what I just said, Miss Pinkney? Yes.
Very well. Now, now, I am ready to reveal the murderer. Take notes on everything I say, Minnie. Okay, okay.
The murderer of Cornelius Van Krep is... Minerva Hammersmith. Are you kidding? Minnie.
A little while ago, when I remarked to Miss Pinkney that Van Krep was flirting with autograph secrets on the day of his death, you remarked that he was. To coin a phrase, so what? So, what were you doing there? That is not even how the other half lives.
I thought so. It was up to you that I dictated my paper on Insidium, therefore, you knew the properties of the poison. Jickle, your property as far as I'm concerned. You let it slip, that the opinion that you have of Van Krep was a heel.
Check. He lived in Brooklyn where you've lived all your life, and it's known that he rooted for the Yankees in the recent World Series at Witness to the Argument with Repel and his wager with Rummock. Go on, you're getting hot. Van Krep celebrated on the night of October 6th at Kelly's Tavern.
He was delighted because the afternoon, the Dodgers had lost to the Yankees when the catcher dropped that third strike on what should have been an easy play at the end of the game. Go on. This is strangely fascinating. You were at the Tavern that night.
How do you know that? Well, it was your only day off that month. Yeah, he was telling me. Next day, you showed up to work with a new-style matchbook from the Tavern.
You, a loyal Dodger fan, were infuriated because Van Krep, also a native of Brooklyn, had turned trader to the team. So the next day, you... This was not far enough from expensive, which he left in the restaurant, and did it in a spot of Insidium, and then I asked Van Krep for his autograph, and he put it to his tongue as I seen him do once before. You did?
Yeah, but I minded him. And I'd do it again, too. You mean if you meant Van Krep in another life? Anywhere, anytime, including the Bronx.
Mini. Mini. Why did you do such a terrible thing? I don't mind a Brooklyn citizen rooting for the Yankees.
That's bad enough. I say, live and let live, though. That's my motto. Well, we have one notable exception.
Yeah, but Insult is another thing. Do you want to know when Van Krep said that night at the Tavern? He says, them Dodges are bushly because we're the illusions of grandeur. He says, may they go back to the second division where they belong and never read the ugly ads again.
And then he says again this, may all their children drop boy strikes. Man, man, if you'd only told me. Did my gorge rise? He says, the only way to explain the Dodgers win in the pennant this year is sunspots.
Him, a resident of Brooklyn. And then he says, it's another... If it's another 21 years before, Brooklyn finishes in the Boys Division, which it will be at least. That'd be too soon for me.
He says, Coist them bumps. He says they never was no good. And they never will be. That's what he says.
The man was a monster. I knew Dan. The Van Krep was a traitor to his country and a mankind. I knew he'd have to go.
It was a far, far better thing I'd done for Brooklyn. Nanny, I understand. I understand and I sympathize. But believe me, it is with reluctance and a heavy heart that I turn you over to the district attorney.
I saw my duty and I've done it. Okay, dog boys. No hard feelings. Nobody can pull off the point of crime, but I come close.
I feel certain, no man, that no jury in the world would convict you, except possibly in St. Louis, which fortunately has no jurisdiction in this case. Officer O'Henry Han, the prisoner, is yours. I am honored to take such a distinguished prisoner to custody.
Thanks, Flatfoot. Things are going to be different next year. You'll see. Yeah, many.
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