The Shadow Revenge By Special Delivery (Radio Recreation) V2
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This is the First Episode of Season Two.
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Thomas Densing is a man who beleives he is the true Duke of Cordova. He writes death letters on his typewritter to to people who he claims have insulted him in one way or another.
(Lunatic Fringe, Haughty Tone) Dear Madam: Little did you know when you insulted me that I am the rightful Duke of Cordova in Spain. And when I have assume my rightful place, I will pay you back. I will have you killed. Yours truly. The Secret One.
That's him! That's the man. That's the one who insuleted me!
He insulted me. He didn't know I am the rightful Duke of Cordova and that I was a spy in the War. I paid him back for the insult and sneers. That's him!Dear Shadow: You little realized when you insulted me that I am the rightful Duke of Cordova and was a secret agent in the war. And when I have assumed my rightful place I will pay you back for your insolence. Yours truly, The Secret One.
George Boswick was one of the men who worked on the Manhattan Project during the War. Now, he has recieved a death letter from someone calling themself, The Secret One.
(A Little Nervous) Nice of you to drive me home, Cranston. I don't mind admitting I'm a little upset. I--
Listen! It may be for yaks with you, but I'm not so sure. I did some work for the manhattan project during the war. Some crazy character could get the idea that I was a spy.
I---- All right, Cranston. Maybe you're right. Thanks a lot. Goodnight.
[Shocked] The Shadow!
Put them down. Those letters are federal property.
Give me those letters. It's against the law to handle federal property....
You may consult the proper athorities through.
They may obtian police proctection by appealing to the proper authorities.
You're tresspassing on goverment property, whoever you are. I warn you, I'm authorized to shoot. I'm prepared to shoot. I--I must say, Commissioner, this is most inconsiderate. I have a job to do, sir. My time is ---
I have nothing to say. If you will apply through the proper authorities --
Now see here, Commissioner. I will not permit myself to be used by the police in a blacket search for clues. You gentlemen are merely attempting to overthrow regulations in hopes of turning something up. If you had a specific problem... If perhaps you knew the victim, the killer and the crime, and merely lacked one specific clue for conviction, I might possibly cooperate, but ---There, Miss Lane. We're nice and cozy now. Door closed. Windows sealed. We can have a quiet chat.
The letter-writer, Miss Lane. The Secret Agent. The Secret One Cranston said he was here. Obviously he's not. Where is he?
[Savage] I tell you, you're lying.
[Grouls with Effort] You big hoof-headed gorilla...
Whatever you got, brother, I can top... [Gets Punched]
[Groans]That's a lousy lie, Commissioner.
Not in a million years.
I never sent her any letter. I never burned it.
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