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Mallard is acting suspicious and Candy looks into it. When a body turns up, Candy has to find out the truth about the murder and Mallard.
Original Air Date: April 29, 1951
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I’ve enjoyed the run of Candy Matson. There are many missing episodes, lost forever. But are there any scripts still extant? Might be worth researching.
My only quibble is with the photo: a tight-lipped Natalie Masters in western garb.
Widder woman or schoolmarm, from an old Gunsmoke or Bonanza.
Not the mental image of Candy Matson I’d imagined.
Being a UK listener I am in the fortunate position of not knowing any of these series before you bring them to me, Adam. I admit I voted for Nero Wolfe over Candy in the original listener vote, based on the sample episodes you broadcast. But I have actually loved this run. Loved her, loved Rembrandt, loved her marvellous voice. I can picture her in a sassy suit sailing off into the sunset with her handsome copper! What will you be bringing us next I wonder?!
The plot devices in “Candy’s Last Case” rang a bell with me.
The structure is basically “Trent’s Last Case”:
the title, the love angle where the detective suspects the one
he/she loves, draws all the wrong conclusions, accepts the
explanation (and her comeuppance) with good grace,
vows to renounce detecting in favor of love.
EC Bentley’s spoof charmed Dorothy Sayers and infuriated
Raymond Chandler. Bentley is also remembered as the
inventor of the Clerihew, the biographic four-line poem,
with bumpy meter, but always a surprising rhyme of the
subject’s last name.
Candy Matson
would never be seen driving a Datsun.
She’d cross the Bay Bridge with Rembrandt Watson
and look below, scanning the waters for flotsam.