The Saint: The Corpse Said Ouch (EP5006)

The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio| Daily Mystery Dramas - Adam Graham|Old Time Radio Detective Host

Simon Templar investigates when a man claims to be dead, only to discover a murder linked to his distinctive plaid coat. The Saint uncovers a criminal scheme involving stolen jewels hidden in clothing.

Key takeaways

• A murdered woman wore Francis Blake's unique plaid coat, leading to mistaken identity.

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The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of The Saint. But first, I do want to encourage you. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. And you can also support the podcast on a one-time basis, support dot great detectives. net, and become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for its little little local. last two dollars per month at patreon. great detectives dot net now from August 6th 1950 here is the corpse said ouch The Adventures of The Saints starring Vincent Price. The Saints, based on characters created by Leslie Charterus, and known to millions from books, magazines from books, magazines, The sink. I'm not home. It's the middle of the night and I'm asleep. I'm in Schenectady sitting up with a sick hand. Oh. Hello. Hello. Are you Simon Templar? Come in and we'll compare Social Security cards. Thank you. to the place sitting up with a sick eye she recovered suddenly Simon I need help desperately why because I'm dead you're what dead oh well of course some of my best friend Simon my name is Francis Blake here read this read that little item down in the corner under obituaries obituaries obituaries burial at noon tomorrow. You see, the newspapers say that I'm dead. Yeah, but I don't know whether to believe them or not. You are, Francis Blount. Of course I am. Mm, come here a moment. All right. Thank you. Now. Simon, what are you? Oh, no. I take your pardon. You pinched me. But, but I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But you're supposed to pinch yourself if you think you're dreaming. I know. I know, but this way was more fun. You're. You're. You're heard a corpse say ouch before therefore you're not dead I already knew that I didn't now that that settled I think perhaps we ought to go visit visit who your corpse Hey your knife rain up bright never mind Louis Mr. Templar had I have known it was you I wouldn't have bothered with the whims had I known it was you I just wouldn't have bothered however Francis Thank you Louis should perhaps be explained he's a cab driver I try to avoid I rarely succeed Which proves to me that my life isn't all that it should be keep it clean and where at this hour the night are you going the rest well chapel get another can't Okay. Some sport takes a girl to see a funeral parlor in the middle of the night. I'm merely taking her home. She lives in a funeral parlour? She's dead in a funeral parlour. Miss Blake, huh? Me. Excuse me, but I don't take your hands off the wheel. I already did. Yes, so? She said out. Personally, I would like to find out for myself. But if you say so, I do. I'll take your word for it. Only how you're going to explain to the funeral riding around in cabs would you? Simple, I am apparently the kind of a man a girl wouldn't mind being seen dead with. The Restwell Chapel at your service. one thing considering the type company you're keeping I ain't waiting till nobody plays no hotlakes and a trumpet I don't think you'll have to come along Francis I'm I've been trying to pretend to myself that it's all some kind of a joke but that funeral parlour looks too real we'll find out soon enough one nice thing about funeral parlours they're always open that you call nice she have a point there Oh, listen to that doorbell, show pad at least. Ah. I beg you pardon? I said, Ah. Ah. Come in, Francis. This is an hour that comes to all, except in states that don't have daylight saving. I sir was referring to your bereavement. Ah, whom are you mourning? We would like to look at Francis Blake. But grief knows no clock. Good heavens, an apocrym. We try, sir. If you'll follow me. Thank you. Ah, here we are. And there she is. Beautiful, isn't she? Barry? The police brought her. Oh I see who identified her. Oh that was hardly necessary her coat over there in the corner. Sorry wait a minute Francis. What about her coat? It had her name on the label Now I shall withdraw You will want to be alone with your grief. All right, but make a sound withdrawing. Really sir. It's no use jesting the dead never laugh Well, he's withdrawn. Simon, that's my coat. It is mine, Simon, but look. Yes, two holes in the front of it, bullet holes. The girl here, whoever she is, was murdered. Come on, we better get out. All right, but I'm taking my coat. I don't think... It's mine, not hers, it belongs to me, even though she was murdered in it. Simon, what was that girl doing with my car? Wearing it when she was shot, presumably. There's another question, perhaps a more important one. Why was she shot in the first place? I suppose she had enemies. Have you? Back again? Yeah, we're back again. Francis. Oh, thank you. A little lady lost the place? Uh, Francis, where do you live? The Thornton town? Simon, back there, why did you ask if I had any enemies? The coat's a distinctive one. Well, it's a very colorful plan. Yes, the girl back at the funeral parlor was murdered while wearing it. The question comes to, was her wearing the coat when she was killed merely a coincidence, or was she killed because her murderer thought she was, uh, you? The Thornton Towers. Here you are, Louis, and I know. Don't wait. On the kind of you're sitting up with a dead friend. Good night, Louis. Good night, down the corridor. Simon I feel terrible. Oh you needn't. But what you said in the cab, she was wearing my coat, a very distinctive one, and then she was shot to death. That girl is dead because of me. No, we don't really know that. Well it must be so. Somebody thought she was me and killed her. That's possible. Then that means that somebody wants to kill me. Is this your door? Oh, yes. Of course it's also possible that someone didn't like the coat and hey did you leave your lights on when you left? No. There's a light in the room ahead. Well that's