IWCF 40 Red Gold

I was a Communist for the FBI. Starring Data Andrews and an exciting tale of danger and espionage. I was a Communist for the FBI from the actual records and authentic experiences of Matt Savetic, how many of the incidents and this unusual story. Here is our star Data Andrews as Matt Savetic, who for nine fantastic years lived as. A Communist for the FBI. Fear and hate make poor companions. But during the nine interminable years that I was a Communist for the FBI, they never left my side. I knew then. Intimately there was fear for myself, fear for our country, and fear for what would happened to you and your family, Minister if the reds ever succeeded in overthrowing our form of government. And fear introduced me to hate, hate for all things bearing the red label of communism. If you want to avoid being forced to live with fear and hate, listen to this story. In a moment. Listen to Dana Andrews as Matt Savedic under coverman. Now Here is Dana Andrews as Matt Savedic under coverman. This story from the Confidential File is marked red gold. When I make a personal contract with an FBI agent, unusually apprehensive of being trailed and exposed. But tonight I'm fairly relaxed. I have no feeling of having been followed to the rendezvous, and as we drive around the outskirts of the city while I make my report, I have no sense of impending danger. Later, I wonder what could have given me this false sense of security. It may have been the agent's attitude. Well, there's nothing startling in that report, Matt. No, strictly routine. I handle something that might interest you. Oh, have you ever heard any of the comrades mention a man named Rasney? No, not that I remember. Is he a Communist? We don't know. He's uh. At least he was a very important memory of a foreign purchasing commission. Killed disappeared from Washington yesterday together with a fabulous amount of his country's gold. Oh, I see what was that name? Rasney? He may have absconded and then again, and he was known to associate with some pretty important reds. The Communists could do plenty of damage with that amount of money. And I'll keep my eyes and ears open good through the state Department. Rasney's government has requested the Bureau to investigate the disappearance, so we're giving it a pretty high priority. Oh, it sounds a little out of my line. Any special instructions. No, As I said, we're going to be pretty busy on this Rasney matter for the next few days. Why don't you just take it easy? Oh, why don't you just take it easy? These are the instructions I've been waiting for. As soon as the agent lets me out of the car and I rush home and call a girl I've been wanting to see for weeks. I've been forced to break my last date with it because of last minute party business and season two. Anxious to give me another chance, but I finally persuade her that it won't happen again, and she agrees to go out with me. I've just finished shaving when the phone rings. Hello. Yes, who have you been talking to? Norma? Harris? Say? Who is this? Never mind? You know me? Oh no, these are orders, so pay attention. I'm listening. I want to talk to you. Don't leave your room until you're contacted. Well, I was just going out, but look I told you before. These are orders. Okay, be prepared to leave town immediately. I've recognized the voice is that of Comrade Martin, an important party member. So I call my date and asked for a rain check. She asks when, and I can't give her a definite answer, and the Communist Party has cost me one more friend. When Comrade Martin finally not at my door, I make no effort to hide my resentment. Hello, Comrades Sleenik, come in. You don't seem very happy. What's the job this time? And need to drive these comrades in my car? Another chauffearing job, A very important chauffering job, Comrades Cedec, Perhaps you'd appreciate your chaffing job more when I introduce you to your passengers. This is Comrade Bertha Welch and Comrade Rasney Hallrad Rasney. Yes, you may have read in this evening's papers that he's missing from Washington. Yes, the fools believe that I'm a common absconder. I thought I remembered something about a large sum of money. Comrade Rasney has transferred most of the funds of his government's purchasing commission to Mexico City. Where I will turn them over to the Party as soon as Comrade Welsh and I reclaim them. Do I drive them all the way to Mexico City? No, just to Ourville. It's about one hundred miles from here on. I know where it is. Who gets to drive to Mexico City. I have no idea. We'll have many drivers between here and there, and many cars. I should make them hard to trace if anyone's looking for them. That is the idea. Comrade Aesthetic, drive carefully. Your passengers are extremely valuable to the party. My passengers are extremely valuable to the FBI as well as the party. And when we get to the edge of town, I try to stop to phone the bureau, but Rasney is taking no chances. Please make no stops before I ask you to Commrades SETI. I have a pistol, and if you should disobey orders, the results would be most regrettable. Rasney is very polite but also very firm, and I know that my report will have to wait until after I've delivered my passengers. So on to driving on high speed roads. It doesn't take long to drive one hundred miles. In a little more than two hours. We enter the city of Bardo Asney hands me my first big surprise. You may let us district, Comrade Sthetic. My orders are to take you to twenty seven to twenty three Lane Boulevard. I know, but miss Comrade Welsh and I have decided to eat dinner before going any further. We'll take a cab to the Lane Boulevard address later. My orders are to tell you a note. Comrade, relieving you of any responsibility. Well, it's your getaway exactly, but they're party funds involved, Commette Sthetic. Yes, I still hold the same persuasive argument I held when you wanted to stop back. In the city and it's pointed right at your back. Oh in that case, Comrade Rasny, if you'll give me that note believing me of all responsibility, I don't see any reason for your not eating wherever you want to. You're a reasonable man, Comerade Sthetic. You should live a long time. I stop in the business district of Ourville and my passengers get out, and Comrade Rasney gives me my second surprise one hundred dollar tip. Then, checking to make sure that I'm not followed, I drive until I locate a phone booth and report to the FBI. This is a real break man, we should have Rasney within a matter of hours. Do you want me to see if I can find him again and trail him. We don't want you to do anything that might focus suspicious attention on you. Anyway, now that we know where he is and where he's going, you haven't left as much of a problem. Get home, Matt, before the red start worrying about you. So I drive back to the city feeling pretty comfortable and satisfied with myself. There's no light in Comrade Martin's house when I drive up, so I just put his car in the garage and walk home. I've empt in my pockets under the top of my dress. I'm getting ready for bed when there's a knock at my door. I opened the door and see Comrade Martin standing in the hall. That's another man with him, and instinctively I know this man's from the MVD. If you will get out of the doorway, Comrade Svedik, we'd like to come in. Oh sorry, Comrade Martin, I was just getting ready for bed and we can see that. I please shut the door. Sure, I'm rat Sthenec. This is comrade Borth How you do common I'm at Borta's with the MVD. He wants to ask you some questions. What about why I'll handle that, Comrade Martin, did you drive Rasney and this girlfriend to Ivill? Yes? I was ordered to answer my question. Well, of course I did. I always follow orders. So then why didn't you deliver them to twenty seven twenty three Lane Boulevard. Because Comrade Radney said that he and Comrade Wells wanted to eat, he ordered me to let him out. In the business, you take orders from anyone. Then I was not ordered to prevent his eating, and Comrade Rasney gave me his orders at the point of a gun. You expect me to believe that. I don't care whether you believe it or not. It's thick. What was that, Comrade c RETI what? Oh? Well, naturally I want you to believe it, because that's the truth. Look, if you tell me what this is all about, I might be a lot more helpful. You'll be helpful, comrade, No matter what I tell you now just a second, I don't know you any better than you know me. If I'm to accept you its face value, you'll have to reciprocate very well, Comrades Retick. Here's the situation. After we helped Rasney disappear from Washington, we learned that the funds he had transferred to Mexico City, in which he was to deliver to the party there, have been retransferred by Rasney's girlfriend. I really transferred to. If we knew that we would be waiting there for Rasney to arrive. He and that woman have simply use the party to facilitate his disappearance. Since you were the last party member to have contact with him and admit that you did not deliver them to the ordered destination, you are suspected of being a partner in Rasney's conspiracy. That's ridiculous. That's what I told him. Comments then they tried to get out of this assignment. I had a date for the night. That's true. Only a fool would be without an alibi. That's no alibi, it's the truth. Call a girl and ask her. I'll give you the number. Perhaps I will later. Uh. Do you usually carry one hundred dollar bills. Comrade Curtain, Well, no, that was it was given to me. Oh you must have very wealthy friends. Yeah, I have friends. Where did you get this hundred dollar bill? As a matter of fact, I got it from rad Did you hear that, Comrade Martin, I heard, Comrade brother. Look, it's very easy to excitt. I think you had better leave. Comrade Martin. I would like to question comrades Critick alone. Let's pause here on KRLD. Now back to I was a communist for the FBI. You're on KRLD. I have known fear many times, but this fear is different. For the first time since I became a communist for the FBI, the Red Secret Police, the MVD has real evidence against me. I am innocent this time, but the evidence is hard, circumstantial. And when Comrade Martin, now believing that I'm guilty, walks out of my room, leaving me alone with Comrade Bortha, the MVD goon, the strangling hands of terror clutch my throat, and I have difficulty in answering Borthera's questions. Why did you lie to me, Comrade Svetik, I didn't lie. Do you expect me to believe that Rasney gave you one hundred. Dollars for no reason? I told you it was a tip, A hundred dollars tip. Where was Rasney going after he left you, Comrade s Critic, He said that he was going to eat dinner. I mean after that he didn't tell me then you knew in advance. I'd never heard of Rasney until Comrade Martin forced him on the earlier this evening. I've told you everything I know about the man. I don't believe you. However, I have other things to do at the moment, so I'm going to give you some time to refresh your memory. But I tell you, Comrade Borther, I'm innocent. Many have told me that, Comrade, but invariably. I have found some way to secure a confession. Don't try to leave this place before morning, and don't make any phone calls. Botha leaves and in time. I go to bed and I don't sleep. I have to get to the FBI. But it's ten o'clock the next morning before desperation gives me the courage to risk Botha's anger and leave my room. I stop at the door and look out into the street. There's a man across the street watching my place. I go to the back door. There's another man in the alley watching, so I return to the front and wait for a flurry of traffic to give me a chance to slip out. I almost get away without being seen. When the moon looks down the street just in time to stop me, he signals me to stop. I don't, and the chase is on. I lead him through crowds into heavy traffic, but he sticks like a leech, and just as I feel that I can't run another step, I get a break. My shadow is about a hundred feet behind me and coming fast. When a street car starts what's up right in front of me? I swing aboard the moving car and I'm away. I ride a block and get off before the MVD agent can find a cab and catch up with a car. Then I head for the nearest phone booth, thinking of what I'm going to tell the FBI. When a man steps up beside me and pushes something against my ribs, which can only be a gun barrel. I start to turn my head, but he stops me. Don't turn. We'll give any other indications this meeting is at all unusual. Come at sthetic, comrade, Rasny. Turn this corner just beyond there's the doorway. We can talk. In here. Comrade, why did you take a chance on coming back here? Two reasons. First, neither the MVD nor the FBI would expect me to come here second. The purse. Purse? What purse though, that's so innocent, Vetic. The purse Miss Wells left in the car. Oh, I didn't know that is I don't know you meant that purse? Where is it once at home? Of course, I'm not in the habit of walking around with a woman's purse on my arm. Want that person in my hands no later than six o'clock this evening, but Rasney, deliver it to me by that time, and you'll be ten thousand dollars richer. Don't deliver it to me, and you'll be dead by midnight. Aren't you forgetting the MVD? I'm forgetting nothing. That purse is important enough for me to take any. Chance I see where do you want me to deliver it to you? Walk down this street with the purse under your arm at any time. Before six o'clock. I'll be waiting for you and watching, and I'm sure there's no one with you. I'll show myself. What makes you think I won't tip off the MVD. The MVD won't give you ten thousand dollars for anything, and they couldn't possibly kill. You any deader than I will if you fail me go. Get the purse. With Rasney trailing me and the MVD looking for me. I have too many enemies for what, so I can't take a chance on pawning the FBI. Instead, it's a comrade Martin's house, where, if I'm lucky, the purse Rasney mentioned may still be in the car. I passed the house walking on the opposite side of the street. I can see no sign of anyone being home, so I sneak back down the alley and enter the garage. I open the car door and get into the back seat, but I can see no purse. Then I slip my hand down behind the cushion and I feel it just where Miss Welsh must have hidden it. It sticks for a second as I try to pull it free. Then it comes with a rush, and everything in the bag spilled on the car floor. It isn't much, just a comb, a lipstick, a mirror, and a coin, purse, no identification, nothing of importance that I can see. But it's worth ten thousand dollars to ras Me and thinking about that when a voice behind me says, give me that purse. Come a author, give me that purse. Take it. I thought you. Might be returning to the car for some reason. Comrades threat, it was a good hunch. Whose purse is this? Hey, it belongs to a friend of mine? What's her name? Nor my hairis a girl I had to break my date with? And how did her purse get in Comrade Martin's car? Oh, after I got back from Arbor last night, I drove out to her house and picked her up. He went for a arrived. Is that where you were? Certainly you don't think coming back to get that person was my idea? Do you well? It wouldn't be very clever. Here take it, am I free to return it. Later after the Rasney situation is settled at present, Comrade SETTI now I haven't time to escort you home, but in the event that you are not there when I call, I shall accept your absence as proof of your guilt. In this Rasney matter and act accordingly. After leaving the MVD, going Bortha, I stop at her phone booth on my way home and call the FBI speaker speaking I called you last night from Rville. Yeah, we were expecting to hear from you today. I've been kept pretty busy. We haven't picked up Rasney yet he's back in the city. Are you positive? Yeah? I talked to him face to face less than an hour ago. He's going to meet me whenever I can break away from the Reds. What do you mean break away from the red as an MVD goon in town named Bortha who found a one hundred dollar tip Rasney gave me for driving into Arville. Bortha suspects me of conspiring with Rasna to beat the party out of that fortune. What about Rasney? Where can we pick him up? I don't know. Sometime between now and six o'clock, I'm to go for a walk with a woman's purse under my arm, A woman's purse and belongs to Rosney's girlfriend. I haven't been able to find anything extraordinary about it, but somehow it's important enough for Rasney to risk coming back for it, and there has to be something in it. Sorry I interrupted, you go on, Well, there is much more. I'm to shake the Reds somehow, but sometime between now and six o'clock and walk around the business district near Twelfth and Juniper until Rasney decides I'm clear and then picks me up. I see Matt wait at your place. An hour before shaking the reds so that we can get plenty of agents in the district. Okay, this is Rasney's big game, Matt. We can't afford to let him get away. I don't think much of my future as I leave the phone booths in the head for home. The MVD man I slipped away from earlier is back at his station across the street from my place. But when I wave to him, he doesn't wave back, and I know he's going to be a lot harder to shake the next time I tried. Then I go up to my room and learn that there won't be the next time. Common Bortha is waiting for me. Well, you took your time returning, Comrades. Revetic, I didn't expect to find you here. Yes, obviously, what do you suspect me of now? Nothing new, meaning that you still suspect me of conspiring with Rasney. I have a theory about that purse, Commrade Svetic. Yes, a theory based on the assumption that the purse does not belong to your girlfriend but to Rasney's girlfriend. Why would I want his girlfriend's purse? The reasons are too obvious to discuss. And now, if you will take the purse. We will go for a little walk, a walk where down to the district where you sneak away from my agent this morning. My theory embraces the possibility of your having made a contact with Rasney concerning the purse, and I want you to retrace your journeys. Of the day on the chance that Rasney may approach you again. Can't we rest here for an hour or so? I would rather go now to avoid endangering you through any possible slip ups. An hour's delay suddenly want endanger me and I'd like to get cleaned up. I don't know why you want to wait an hour, but we are going now right now. As I near the business district, we've come at botha trailing me at a distance. My blood pressure rises, my nerves begin to shriek. Watha has forced me into the situation before the FBI can place its agents, and I'm caught between two killers, Rasny and the MBD man. My only hope now is to make both I give himself away and fight North Rasny. But it's only a hope and it doesn't work. As I turn the corner twelfth in Juniper, Rasney is waiting for me. He pushes his gun into my ribs and snatches the person under my arm and pushes me into the doorway we'd hidden in that morning, holds his gun on me while he opens the purse and examines its contents. And watching the expression on his face, I suddenly know that he has no intention of leaving me alive to share a secret. I try to hit away, but he pushes me back against the wall with his gun barrel, closes the purse and turns to face me. Turn around, Rosney, Comrade bort. My theory was right, Comrades. Ready now for you. You'll never have a closer one than that, Matt, I hope not. Did you find anything in that purse? In the lipstick? Lipstick? When Rosney's girlfriend retransferred the funds from Mexico City to a bank in San Francisco, she was given an identification slip which could be used by either herself or a Rasney. That slip was hidden in the lipstick. They almost got away with it, They would have if it hadn't been for you. Too bad. We can't give you credit. How'd you clear yourself with the party? I'd phoned New York right after the shooting and reported that after I'd led Comrade Bortha to where he could capture Rasney, the MVD man muffed it got himself shot. The Party doesn't want to be connected with any violence, so the whole thing was dropped. The crocodile tears I shed over Comrad Bortha's death who were no more insincere than those that would have been shed over me, and I suffered Bortha's bad luck. People as such mean nothing to the Reds. Only the Party can make gains or suffer losses, and any show of sentiment for individuals is considered not only a weakness but a dan your sign, a definite indication of possible political instability. So, like every communist, I had my choice of forming attachments to those who could not return my friendship or of walking alone. I chose to walk alone. Dana Andrews will return in just a moment. This is Dana Andrews today. The war is silent and the greatest casual. It is a truth, an honor. Tomorrow bombs could shatter the silence, but silent or thundering, the war is on, a war which must eventually bring about the elimination of either freedom or slavery, Freedom or slavery for every one of us to protect innocent persons. Names, dates, and places are fictitious, but the danger they warn against is very real. Next week we'll bring you another strange adventure based on the fantastic experiences of Matt Sivedic. Join us, won't you, And. That's I was a Communist for the FBI. Up next, it's life with Luigi on k R L D