The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Triumphant Photographer. Hiya, Mr. Marvin. I was just talking to Casey about you. Uh-oh, a few not-so-gentle remarks? Oh, no. On the contrary, Tony, Ethelbert admires your gifts of gas. Yeah, Mr. Marvin, you've got such a nice way of putting things. You make them words sound so important. Oh, I'd like to take credit for that, but I can't very well. You know, one of the things I repeat most would sound important no matter who said it, Ethelbert. Yeah? Now what's that, Mr. Marvin? That Anchor Hawking is the most famous name in glass. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees, bring you another adventure of Casey, Crime Photographer, ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, Treasure Cave. Early evening, the Blue Note Cafe. Leaning happily on the bar is Captain Logan, Chief of the Homicide Bureau, and Ethelbert, the head bartender, regards him with a look of unconcealed envy as... You and Casey are going to have three whole days at Red Lake Cabin with nothing to do but fish, huh? That's the program, Ethelbert. We're driving up there tonight. Some guys have all the luck. Yeah. It's the first time that Casey and I have both been free at the same time. I'm finally getting a chance to make the lug eat some of those tall fish stories he tells us. That I'd like to see happen. To hear Casey tell it, he's a better fisherman than even Jonah. Yeah. Jonah? Yeah. Didn't he catch a whale named Moby Dick or something like that? Moby Dick. Ethelbert, I always learn things from you. Good evening, gentlemen. Oh, here comes... Hi, guys. Hello, Casey. Here's a stool for you, Miss William. Oh, thanks, Captain. Captain Logan's just been telling me you and him are driving to Red Lake tonight, Casey. Yeah, the Red Lake tripped off. Huh? Yeah. City desk just handed in me a special assignment, Logan. We've got to be in Titustown tomorrow. Is he kidding, Miss Williams? No, Captain. We're going to Titustown. Casey, I bet you asked for that assignment. You know darn well if we went fishing together, I'd call the bluff you've been making for years. I never believed you knew a trout fly from a bad slough... Hold it, Junior. You and I are still going fishing tomorrow. You're going to Titustown? Lake Hopatobi, one of the best fishing spots in this state, is only a few miles from Titustown, pal. Hey, that's right. You and Casey can leave tonight as you planned, Captain, and spend the whole morning on the lake. And I'll catch a train tomorrow, and that'll get me into Titustown around noon. Casey will meet me... We'll clean up our assignment, then I'll rejoin you at the lake, pal. Hopatobi is a fishing spot, from what I've heard. Hey, uh, ain't Treasure Cave near Titustown? Just outside the village. Treasure Cave? Yeah, you saw a special assignment. You're going to investigate the mysterious deaths there? Investigate? Yeah. Oh, we're not cops, that's overt. Miss Williams will simply write an on-the-spot feature story for us on the edition. I'll make with a camera. Well, you're a cop, Captain Logan. How do you figure them mysterious deaths in Treasure Cave? Treasure Cave is near Titustown. All I know about them is what I read in the papers, which are usually wrong. Is that so? Yeah, Logan's right, Annie. Because we poor newspaper mugs have to base most of our stuff on what the cops tell us. Is that...? Sure. Casey, do you figure them guys found dead in Treasure Cave were just murdered normal, or, uh, do you dope it as the sinister work of supernatural forces? Sinister work of what? That last dead guy, the Archie Colleges, had been drowned, according to the doctors, but his body was in a part of that cave that's at least half a mile from the water. Oh, surely you don't believe in ghosts, Ethel Byrd. No, but how do you explain the other guy who was killed in that same part of the cave about a year ago and the guy before him? Well, they were obviously murdered. Strangely murdered, I read. They certainly got fancy bump-ups. I'll say. One man had been hacked up with a cutlass several hundred years old, and the other had a bullet in his head that could have been fired only from an early 18th century muzzle-loading pistol. Which weapons, Captain, were the kind once used by pirates? Uh... And dead pirates are supposed to haunt that cave because their garden treasure, they hid there. If one of the good guys in my department could be detailed to that backwards Titus Town neighborhood, he'd clean up the case in 24 hours. Oh, you're going to Titus Town, pal? We're on vacation to fish. But if the boss of your department was one of its good guys... Nuts. Casey, maybe you and Miss Williams can solve the treasure cave mystery. Well, of course, we're only amateurs, Sherlock, so it may take us a little over 24 hours to crack it to maybe 25, Annie. Maybe 26, Casey. After all, we haven't Captain Logan's long experience. It'll be embarrassing to the Captain when you bust the case, when it's known he was up there with you and didn't do nothing but fish. Oh, well, we'll keep that out of the papers. We've covered Logan before, we'll do it again. You've got to protect your friends. I see, all of you behind the needle, huh? I can't take it. Casey, I can't get mixed up in that treasure cave thing officially, but I'll go there with you and Miss Williams tomorrow if you won't tell anybody who I am. Okay, pal, it's a deal. We've got to call first on the man who owns the cave, Captain, Mr. Lefton. He doesn't like unpleasant publicity, but he's an old friend of our managing editor who finally got his permission to let Casey and me go over the place. This Lefton's a pretty rich guy here. He's a retired broker who became a gentleman farmer. Treasure caves at one end of his farm. I'll tag along when you call on him. Now, Casey, if we're going to get some early morning fishing, we've got to hit the road. Okay, let's go. We'll drop you off to your pomananny. Thanks. Good night, Appleburg. Good night, pal. So long, Appleburg. So long. Oh, gee. A nice fishing trip and a swell murder mystery, too. Some people have all the luck. Don't tell me, Casey, nobody ever caught fish with the wiggler lure you used this morning. Oh, is that so? Well, I caught fish and plenty with that wiggler. Sure. I had to work this morning because every time I got a near strike, you were splashing around with that pork rind bait. Pork rind's the best bass bait in the world. That's right. Why'd you catch something with it, then? Not only because you were... Casey, Captain, please. Huh? Women are supposed to be gabbered, but no two gals ever extended a two-word subject like no fish into an hour-long argument. How about the two-word subject long skirt, Annie? Or a popular one-word subject, men. If you men were gentlemen, you wouldn't gang up like that on a lady. Oh, hey. Gang up on. Well, here's Leften's house. Come on, let's pile out. Hey, some place the guy has. I'll say. Beautiful house and a model farm in the ocean, practically in his backyard. Yeah, all we're interested in, Annie, is the cave he owns. Now, let's go in and introduce ourselves. Uh, Casey, remember, I don't want to be known as a city cop here. Oh. Oh, okay. Here, carry my camera and equipment, Casey. Carry your... Sure. I'll say you're my assistant photographer. Sure, well. Uh, wait a minute. Remember, I demand a respectful attitude from underlings. So please address me hereafter as Master. Nuts. Oh, hey, our woman's just come out the door. Good afternoon. How do you do? We have an appointment with Mr. Leften. You're the newspaper people? Yes, Morning Express. Our managing head... My brother told me to expect you. I'm Miss Leften. Oh, nice to know you. This is Miss Williams. How do you do? How do you do? I'm Mr. Logan, my assistant. And my name is Casey. Please come in. Thank you. My brother's in the living room here. Basil? Yes, Ida? The newspaper people are here. Oh. Miss Williams, Mr. Casey, Mr. Logan. This is Miss Leften. Sit down. Thank you. Ida, get Ramsey. Very well, Basil. Excuse me. Ramsey is my superintendent. He'll take you people to the cave. Frankly, I deeply resent the invasions of my privacy caused by the so-called mystery murders in Treasure Cave. So please get your material as quickly as possible. Yes, we will, Mr. Leften. I suppose the stories given to the press associations by the county sheriff's office are substantially correct. Insofar as I know. And all I know is that during the past year and a half, three men have been found dead in the cave. According to a legend, Mr. Leften, pirate treasure is hidden in the cave. That's only a legend, Miss Williams. Have you any theory to account for the recent murders, Mr. Leften? I think they're the work of a madman. Why? Because they were so utterly purposeless. None of the victims were robbed and they had nothing in common. Sheriff Fargo agrees with me. Well, the three victims had nothing in common, huh? Nothing. But all had your permission to be in the cave. Yes, I've never thrown it open to the general public. Well, then your permission is one thing they had in common. That can scarcely account for their death, Miss Casey. Excuse me, Basil? Yes, Ida? Mr. Wyler's on the phone. Will you talk to him? What does he want? The same old thing? Yes, he says he's willing to increase his last offer by $2,000. Tell him I say again that the land isn't for sale. Why don't you tell him? I'm tired of telling him. Anyway, it's your concern more than mine. This property is going to belong to you. I'll tell him. Forgive me for shouting at you, Ida. Did you send for Ramsey? Yes, he's on his way here. Excuse me. I apologize. This man Wyler owns the farm adjoining mine, and for the past two years he's been trying to buy a strip of my land. I'm completely fed up with him. I guess we've all met tests like that. Mr. Lefton? Oh, yes, Ramsey. Your sister told me to come right in, sir. Quite right, quite right. These are the newspaper people I told you about. Miss Williams, Casey, Mr. Logan. This is Ramsey, who runs my farm. How do you do? I don't know you. He'll take you to the cave. All right. We'll get going right away, Mr. Lefton, and thanks a million. Not at all. Take them by boat, Ramsey. The best way. Yes, sir. Come with me. Okay. Thanks again, Mr. Lefton. Our story will continue in just a moment. And now, a word about beer insurance. Beer insurance? How does that work? 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The Anchor Glass One-Way Bottle This motorboat will get us to the cave in just a few minutes. If it took you folks over land, it would take longer. Cave entrance is near the beach. Ramsey is it? It's right off the water, Mr. Casey. The scientific fellows who came here told me Treasure Cave was hollered out by the sea. That's why it ain't a pretty cave like Somersaw in Kentucky when it was soldiering down there. Oh, did you go through Mammoth Cave in Kentucky, Mr. Ramsey? Yes, ma'am. They tell me folks come from all over the world and pay big money to go through that place. But the hole under them cliffs I'm taking you to is nothing but a dark old tunnel. How long you been out of the army, Ramsey? Two years, got too old. Come right back here and Mr. Lefton's sister gave him an old job back. His sister keeps house for him? Yes, ma'am. Ever since his wife died 20 years or more ago, I figure Miss Ida got married or never got married herself because she thought she ought to take care of him and his daughter. Lefton has a daughter? She's had three husbands, oh no good. She's apart on her father's money. Now he's paying for a third divorce so she can marry a fourth bum. The old man's crazy about his only kid, so if she gets anything he's got and throws it away. Yes, he has plenty. We heard him refuse to sell a part of his farm at any price this afternoon. That guy, Wyler? Yeah. The boss won't sell the cave. The cave? It's on the strip of land Wyler wants to buy. It ain't worth much, I guess that's why he willed it to his sister that no good daughter of his gets everything else when he dies. You can see the cave entrance now, it's a full of the cliff. Oh, that big hole there? Uh-huh. Injun Sam's waiting there. He'll take you to where them murders were committed. Injun Sam? Oh, Sam's what you call character. That's him standing on the dock there. Big guy, weighs over 250 and none of it fat. He killed a guy with just one punch. He's killed a man? Yeah, set him up for manslaughter but Sam got a full pardon. I'm out of jail about the same time I got out of the army. Hey Sam! Oh, Ramsey. Got them newspaper people aboard? Huh? Go line. I've passed them both. All right, here goes. Hi, guys. I'll help you out, lady. Oh, thanks, Mr. Ramsey. Uh, Sam, this is Miss Williams, Mr. Casey. Don't go on asking for your name. Oh, Logan, my assistant. Oh, sure, Logan. Oh, don't forget my equipment, Logan. Yeah, Mr. Casey. I bring lantern here for each take there. What a surprise. I'll leave you folks now and get back on my job. Much obliged to your help, Ramsey. I'll thank my boss. Watch out for him, Sam. Aye, watch out, Ramsey. Casey, I don't like your thinking, Sam. Neither do I, Annie. That's the crazy about Ramsey, isn't it? Where do your people want to go? The Spirit Temple place where murders are done? Yes, Sam. Take us to the Spirit Temple. It's dark inside. Use lantern and watch your steps. When will we get to the Spirit Temple, Sam? Soon, I'll say. How big is this cave? We've been walking a long time. Half a mile. And most honest, it's just a dark, dreary tunnel. Yeah, certainly no tourist attraction. Cave made by spirits. Ever run into one of those spirits? I hear and see many things in caves that make me afraid. I not go alone to Spirit Temple anymore. When did you see and hear those things? After I come back here from prison. Have you told the police about it? I tell Sheriff Barnacle, she says, I break. I go ahead now. Caves get very narrow here. You follow. Say, how did that guy strike you, KCJ? He's nuts for putting out an act. I don't think he's nuts, Bum. He makes his well-sustained for all three of those murders. Apparently the county sheriff doesn't think so. Sheriff has sometimes led a politician from the out-police. He's a mouthful there. I don't see it. Hey, the cave has gotten narrow. Yeah, there's only a passage here. Why, it's around like a corkscrew. Watch that back there. Shine light on the floor. You go downward now. We're watching, Sam. Careful. Yeah, I'm going to be careful. Fine, it is deep. Now the passage is getting wider. There's a squeeze back there for guys outside, KCJ. What tighter squeeze for an Indian than Sam? This guy's built like a bough, KCJ. Hey, we're coming out in a huge chamber. Hey, see what we got? What do you have for us? Here's a turret sample for men's art. Yeah. Show us where those dead men are found. Oh. The man, killed by pirate sword, died here. Look, the stains of blood, KCJ. Yeah. From... The man who was drowned, lie here. The guy who drowned that man outside the cave and then carried him all the way in here must be a big, strong guy. An extra big and strong. That's what Sheriff Fargo say. What I say, man drowned here in Spirit Temple. There's no water here to drown that man in. Spirit's rainwater. Spirit drowned that man. Now, believe that after I see his spirit work. I'm beginning to wonder what kind of a law officer this Fargo is. Hey, good sheriff. The good little man. He's my friend. He's obviously your friend. What you say? Loving didn't mean anything, Sam. Except his wife. Hey, show us where the third dead guy was found, would you? The one who was shot with the old-time pistol. He was on the other side. Behind Temple Hall. Oh. Look, you've got to take it easy. He had big cracks about his shirt. I know, I got sore. Why hasn't he put that big guy through the work? That was like out-and-out protection to me. Me too. Well, okay, but Sam's watching us. Come on, break up this huddle. Did you call that big rock formation the Temple Alder, Sam? Is that it? That is what they call it. It looks like a giant-sized alder. Yeah, and the rocks around it look like giant cranes. Hmm, spooky. Here is where a man found with full of it. Look, Mr. Case, Mr. Logan. What? Look, look, there. A man. An arrow through his throat. Logan, it went clear through. Look at the head of it sticking out. A fleet arrow hit this old engineer of very old. You know this dead man, Sam? Yes. He's Sheriff Fargo. Come on, get in the car. Let's think this thing over. You know, we'd better do some thinking after what we've just been told by Sheriff Fargo's chief deputy. I owe Fargo's memory a big apology. He hasn't been missing a bet, Case. He said it. Everyone who had access to that tape was checked by the sheriff's office, and Fargo spent hours in the spirits temple searching for leads. That's what he was doing this morning when the coroner says he got that arrow through his throat. He got it because he found a lead. And the others were killed because they'd found something. On the pirate treasure? Apparently. Just before the first killing, that man, Wyler, tried to buy the cave. And legal property rights to anything found on a person's land. Casey, drive out to Wyler's place and let's see what we can find out about him. It might take too long, Annie. We haven't got much time to waste up here. Drive back to Treasure Cave, Casey. We'll pay another visit to the spirits temple. Check, pal. My idea exactly. But we'll stop off first at Lefton's house. Why? Because every murder victim, including Sheriff Fargo this morning, had received formal permission from Lefton to prowl through that cave. Yes, you gentlemen and Miss Williams may go again to the cave. Thank you, Mr. Lefton. Ida, will you phone Ramsey's quarters and ask him to take these people by boat? Right away, Benji. I'm terribly distressed by Sheriff Fargo's death. Terribly distressed. He's a friend of mine. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't get over what happened to Sheriff Fargo, Mr. Casey. He was a friend of mine. Only this morning I took him to the cave in this very boat. So I'm taking you folks now. Did you take all the other murder victims to the Treasure Cave, Ramsey? In this boat? Yep, all of them. Then turned them over to ancient Sam. No, I go inside cave with none of those men who are killed. They say they want to be alone. So I give them lanterns. Then go up to my house on cliff. Shall I guide you again to the Spurrock Temple? No, Sam. We want to be alone. Just give us lanterns. Okay. I give and go my house. Quite a few little things those murder victims had in common. Here's a group of rocks we'll concentrate on, Logan. They're set close together. Only a small man could wedge himself between any of these big stones. Sheriff Fargo, like the other murder victims, was a skinny little guy. Another thing they had in common, Casey. There are so many rocks around here, so many possible passages. Shine your lantern into each crevice as we're doing it for you. Yeah, Fred has bought a place that a little guy might squeeze through. Poor little woman. What? Don't move any of you. Ida! Miss Lipton. You're armed with a very modern weapon this time, Miss Lipton. Yes, a bow and arrow or an ancient pistol can be effective against a single man. But when you left my brother's house, I sensed that I might have to kill all three of you. You reached your private passage through your brother's house? I entered it from a point near the house. No one knows the spot but me. I'm sorry. I must kill you now. Well, it'll spoil the game you've been playing if you bump us off with anything so un-tensible as that rifle that's left. I haven't been playing any games. I've been protecting my personal interests. I discovered this passage while Injun Sam was in prison. And since there are superstitions about this cave, I killed the men who discovered my secret in an unusual way. Your secret is the pirate treasure? No, no, Miss Williams. This passage leads to another cave that extends for endless miles with ceiling of crystal-like gypsum and pillars of white omex, a fairy land of beauty. People will pay to see it, pay millions, pay me, because I inherit the cave. Why did you have to keep it as secret? Because of Bagel's worth of silver. She'd get it if Bagel knew the cave was of any value. He'd change his will. You see now why I protected myself in the only way I could? By killing those who threatened the security I've earned, I'll kill everyone who threatens me. Hello. I'm father, Logan. You're brother? I'm brother. You got so interested in what you were saying, you came too close to it. Yeah, here's where you taught a gun. When a woman starts to talk, you're just gonna stop her. We'll join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. Many a housewife will tell you that she much prefers fire king oven glass for this very practical reason. 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There were three of us working on it. Three? Well, Casey and Captain Logan makes only two. O-O-U. Yes. There's a few things I don't get, Miss Williams. How did the guy get drowned in that Spirit's Temple half a mile from water? Well, it doesn't require an ocean to drown a man, Ethel Birk. A small pail of water will do the job if you first hit him on the head with a rock and then dunk his face. So that's how. That's how. Hmm. Clever, you women. Thanks. The only thing I got against women is they talk too much. Oh, yeah? Casey and Captain Logan's still up at the lake catching fish. They're still at the lake, not catching fish. And they're talking about no fish. Talking, talking, talking. Prime Photographer, starring Stats Cotsworth as Casey, is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation. Makers of Fire King Oven Glass. Anchor Glass containers. Anchor caps and closures. All products of Anchor Hocking. The most famous name in glass. And the most famous brand in glass. Prime Photographer is directed by John Deere. The original music is by Archie Blyer and the program features Ms. Jan Miner as Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbert. Herman Tiddeson as the Blue Note Piano. Daylight Saving Time ends next week and the entire country will be on Standard Time. If your area has not been on Daylight Saving Time, tune in Prime Photographer one hour later. This is Tony Marvin saying goodnight for the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio. With offices in all principal cities of the United States and Canada. Thursday night on CBS is the biggest show in town. So stay tuned for exciting dramatization on Reader's Digest Radio Edition, which follows immediately over most of these stations. This is CBS Columbia broadcasting to you.
