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In a big morning express building, an elevator halts at the floor of the photography department and... Get out here with me, Annie. Oh, I've got to report up to city room, Casey. Oh, don't you do. The boss is libelous. Talk to you with another assignment before you got time for a cover from the one we just had. Come on, Annie. Okay. I need a breather. Yeah, me too. I'll hand in the pictures I got for developing. I'll hop out and grab a cup of coffee. Two or three cups. Wrong. Let me get the door for you. Oh, thanks. Hi, Casey. Hi. Morning, William. Oh, it's been nothing good about this morning, Pollock. You two look kind of beat up. Well, if you'd seen four dead bodies spread over the pavement and accident like we've just seen, you'd look beat up too. I hear the films are exposed, Pollock. They're not pretty. Run them through the developer, will you? Okay. My desk phone. You're probably the guy who's been trying to get you ever since you went on that accident thing. Why's somebody been calling me? He gave his name to Jimmy Hackett. Wouldn't say what he wanted you for. I don't know any Jimmy Hackett. Hello, Casey speaking. Oh, finally I get you. This is Jimmy the Hockey, Casey. Jimmy who? The Hockey. You know, the cab driver you got out of a jam with them cops with? Oh, Jimmy. Yeah, yeah, Casey. When a guy does me a favor, I ain't happy till I can do something for him. Now I got what I think is an exclusive story for you. Okay, shoot it, pal. You know Sylvia Loomis, the multi-million harlot? Yeah. You know anything about a party named Du Pavel? He's got fancy Marshall hair and he don't talk good American like you and me. Baron Renny Du Pavel? Yeah, that's the guy. Well, what about him? He and this Loomis chicken got married tonight. What? This is straight good, Casey. Hey, listen to this, will you? Go ahead, Jimmy, go ahead. About 3 this a.m. I pick up three couples outside the Club Casbah. Yeah? They tell me to drive to Fielsen just over the state line. They get a justice and a peace out of bed, and one of the couples gets married. What are you doing? Well, it's a little talk, I heard. It seems they got a license last week sometime. But the girl had started to welch on the ball and chain idea. This Du Pavel and his friends spent quite a few drinks at the Casbah tonight, and talked their inner core and threw it. Well, it was only during the drive back to the guy's apartment that I get wise to who the newly wed was. Sylvia Loomis and Baron Renny Du Pavel, huh? That's right. I took them and their friends to Du Pavel's apartment, the Wilshire Manor. They plan to have more drinks there in a wedding breakfast. It's hot news for you, Casey. It's pretty hot, Jimmy, and thanks a million. Don't thank me. I'm still thanking you for getting me out of that jam. Good-bye. Good-bye, Jim. You heard that, Annie? Oh, this is front-page stuff, Casey. Sylvia Loomis is one of the richest gals in the world. And the guy Jimmy says she's married is an A1 rat, Annie. Du Pavel's never done a decent day's work in his life. But what a handsome hunk of man he is. Huh? Oh. Say, that Loomis girl, she was in case of Artie Mason. I wonder what... Hey, well, come on. That wedding breakfast ought to be starting about now. Let's get up to city desk, lay our tip on the line, then go to Du Pavel's apartment for confirmation. Okay, a simple social assignment like this will be a welcome relief, Casey, after that accident job we just finished. We got a lucky break, Casey. If that elevator man hadn't been enjoying a nap, we'd never have gotten up here to Du Pavel's apartment on a noun. I'm not in a swanky joint like this. Oh, did you press the third floor button? Yeah, here we are. According to the directory downstairs, his apartment is 3D. Oh, here's 3A. D ought to be that door at the end of this hall. Yeah. Hey, look, a woman's coming out of there. She's in a big hurry. She's running down the stairs. Yeah. I thought something was after her. Huh. I think she's going away so fast because she just had an unpleasant surprise, Annie. What do you mean? I recognize that day, man. That's Mrs. Fred Gardner. The Mrs. Fred Gardner? Mm-hmm, the. According to gossip, she's been one of Du Pavel's girlfriend. It must have shocked her to meet his brand new bride. Oh, the meeting must have been a shock to everyone concerned. Huh. I don't hear any sound in there of what is laughingly called merriment. Now, wait till I ring the bell. The door's partly open, Casey. Yeah. Another sound from inside. Oh. No one answers your ring. Let's have a look inside. The living room's empty. Boy, there's been a party in there. Eyeball glasses all around. Maybe everybody went out for that wedding. Annie, come in. Let me close this door. Let's have a look around. Hey, Casey, we have no right to. We'll take the right. This Gardner had a reason to run out of here the way she did, Annie. Hey. Look. Look at this. What? Pieces of the marriage certificate. What it looks like. Somebody tore it to bits. What did you get in that next room? Looks like a live bird. Holy smoke. That man on the floor. That's Dupabil. His skull's been crushed in there. He's dead. The body's still warm. Hey, the woman we saw leave here, Mrs. Gardner, she's the one. Quiet. Huh? Someone's in this room. Here the guy is, on the floor behind the sofa. Hey, it's Artie Mason. He's asleep. Probably drunk. That statuette beside his hand. There's blood on it, Casey. Fresh blood, Annie. This bronze statuette is what killed Dupabil. Then Mason must have done it. He was crazy about Sylvia Lumin. He found out she'd married this gigolo. Don't go too fast, Annie. Don't forget Mrs. Gardner. Don't forget the bride. Sylvia, God. Hey, come on back to the library. There must be a phone in there and I'll call city day. Give the cops a ring afterwards. They may be interested. Just as soon as I get my story in. Oh, there's the phone. Uh-oh. You won't call on that. Oh, the wires, Benny Anker. Find a telephone outside, Annie. All right. I'll take the car and find a phone and come back here with a cop. Right. While you're doing that, I'll make with a cab. Okay. I'm on my way. All right. I'll lock the door behind you. Nobody else can walk in like we did. Well, I'll come back as soon as I can and ring the bell. All right. So long. What a beautiful front-page picture this is going to make. Oh, another shot of a dead man from another angle. They made a quick trip. Just a second, Annie. I'll let you in. What? Who are you? Who are you? Larkin's the name. I want to see De Pavel. He isn't here. He'd better be here and he'd better see me. Out of my way. Wait a minute. I said out of my way. Wait a minute. I said out of my way. Wait a minute. I said out of my way. I don't like being pushed around like that, mister. That's too bad. Tough, huh? Plenty. Now, go tell De Pavel I'm here for the stuff he promised. What stuff? He knows. Just tell him Horseshoe Larkin's here. Oh, I've heard of you. You're one of the gambling racket guys I never ran into before. On your way. Get De Pavel. I'll take you to De Pavel. Step into the library here. Okay. There he is. What? I'm afraid he isn't going to give you the stuff he promised. When did this happen? Not very long ago. Did you? No. I didn't kill him. Maybe the guy over here did. Artie Mason. You know Mason? Yeah. He's drunk. Passed out. He ain't going to look that way. How do you fit into this? I just happen to be waiting for a bus that runs right through here. Cut the comedy. You a cop? Yes. I get you now. That camera, you're a press photographer. You got me. Casey's the name. That picture's hanging crooked on the wall. Don't touch that. Don't touch anything before the cops get here. How long you been alone here? Ten, fifteen minutes. Why did you want to straighten that picture? Habit. I can't stand seeing things crooked. That's coming from you as the makings of a joke. You think Artie Mason bumped off to Pebble? I'm keeping an open mind. You sent for the cops, of course. Yep. I'll wait for them. I'm interested in what they'll have to say. Yeah, and they'll be interested in what you'll have to say. Mister, I've got an alibi. Quiet. Huh? I heard something like a door. Somebody else in the joint? I catch you. I'm going out to see... I'm coming with you. Who are you and what are you doing here? I beg your pardon. You heard me. Oh, I know this guy, Casey. His name's Waldo. He's De Pavel's servant. I'm Baron De Pavel's man, Mr. Larkin. How did you get in here? When? I left myself in the service door there just a few moments ago. Reporting for work? Yes, sir. Isn't this kind of early? The baron said he phoned me about an hour ago and said he wished me to prepare a special breakfast. Oh, yeah, that checks. If you'll permit me, sir, who are you and why do you question me? Step into the library and I'll show you why. Just a moment while I replace this dish of dog food in the refrigerator. I've just taken it out for... Dog food? For the baron's spaniel. I haven't seen any spaniel. Oh, he's there in the butler's pantry, sir. Huh? Oh, yeah, I see. He's the world's lousiest watchdog. Haven't made a yap out of him. He's very old and sick. Hey, he looks it. Come on in the library. Don't touch anything. Don't touch anything. There's no reason why. The baron, he... What has happened? Kind of plain, isn't it, Waldo? Is... Is he dead? Completely. There's the guy behind the couch you finished him off. Mr. Mason. You know him, huh? He came here last week and he threatened the baron. Threatened him? Yes, sir, I heard him say that if Baron de Pavel didn't keep away from Miss Loomis, he'd kill him. That does it, Casey. Mason's the killer. Doesn't sound too good for the guy locking, but I'm still keeping an open mind. Answer that doorbell, will you, Waldo? Yes, sir. I think a lady rang it with some cops. Our story will continue in just a moment. In honor of our great American wine industry, next week has been designated as National Wine Week. We have a right to be proud of American wines, and we're glad to acknowledge a debt of gratitude to those who have accomplished so much for us in vineyard and winery. They've made it possible for us to enjoy wines of exquisite taste and superb character. These wines appear on our table bearing the legend, grown and bottled in America for the world to respect and enjoy. Make it a point to serve delicious wines with your meals, and what a choice you have in American wines. Wines that bring you the taste and bouquet of the living great. Wines that delight the eye with gem-like colors that range from the pale glitter of the topaz to the deep glow of the ruby. All of them good, all of them delicious, all of them American. American wines come to you in clean glass bottles, for glass bottles only can bring you wine as it comes from the winery, unaffected by any foreign taste or flavor. Now, quite naturally, the American wine industry comes to Anchor Glass for carefully made wine bottles. Another product of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. Captain Logan, how long will it take to sober Mason up? Well, the doc says it'll be hours before he can tell a coherent story, Miss William. Guy really had a skin full of them. I'll say. He probably didn't know what he was doing when he killed DuPéville. He knew what he was doing a week ago when he threatened to kill him. I want to know just how Mrs. Gardner fits into this picture. What made the bride do a fade-out? What happened to the four wedding guests that were here? So, I want to know all about that. Casey and my men are working on those angles right now. I also want to know more about Horseshoe Larkin's part in this thing. I put him in that ballad under guard in one of the bedrooms. Come on. Captain Logan. Yes, Sergeant? We just found a wall safe in that library, and it's unlocked. Wall safe? There it is, sir. That picture was hanging in front of it. The door was open about a quarter of an inch. And what'd you find inside? Nothing, sir. Nothing? That picture hung over the safe. Logan, let's have a talk with Larkin. Okay. He's in here with the ballad. So, you're finally getting around to us, Captain. Around to you, Larkin. Waldo, go into the living room with this officer. Please, Captain, may I go to the kitchen? I haven't fed the baron's poor dog yet. The old fellow's very weak. Okay, feed the pooch. Thank you, sir. Well, what do you want from me, Captain? A straight story of why you came here, Larkin. And tell the truth, because I'll check every word you say. Okay. The pebble dropped 50 grand to me in a stud game. Here's his IOUs to prove it. I let him stall long enough. So I told him I wanted my dough right away. RL. Or else meaning he'd be beaten up or bumped off. Why, Captain, how you talk. I simply told the guy he'd lose my friendship. Hmm. Go on. He called me up yesterday and asked would I accept a pearl necklace as a pledge until he could redeem it for cash. A pearl necklace? Yeah. He said it was worth 75 Gs. I said it was a deal and I'd be here for it this morning. I came here and you know the rest. Did he tell you where he was getting that pearl necklace? I don't ask guys personal questions like that. And he said he had the necklace. Captain, have you cops come across it? There's no pearl necklace here. Of course you took a look and he's wall safe. You know he had a wall safe? Sure. I saw him get dough out of it to pay all the debts he owed me. You wanted to straighten that picture a while ago because you were interested in the safe behind it. That's right, Casey. But, yes, the pebble was lying to me about having them. And I lose 50 grand. I can't collect from him now. You've told a fairly smart story, Larkin. It makes you seem to have had an interest in keeping De Pavel alive. We'll check plenty on you just the same, Larkin. Sergeant. Yes, Captain. I want you to search this man thoroughly and give that ballot Waldo the same kind of going over. I want their home searched too. There's a possibility that a pearl necklace may have been taken from that safe. Come on, Miss Williams. Casey. Captain, just a minute. What is it, Sergeant? The boys have located both Sylvia Loomis and Mrs. Gardner. Where are they? The Loomis girl is in St. Anne's Hospital. She swallowed poison. Poison? Yeah, but the doc's got her in time to save her. Has she been able to talk? No, sir, and won't be able for a while. That's just swell. First Mason and now... Is Mrs. Gardner in the hospital too? No, sir, she's been taken to headquarters. At least I'll have a chance to question one suspect besides Larkin. Have you and Miss Williams want to hear what the lady has to say, Casey? Come on. Believe me, Captain, for any new puppy who was dead when I came into his apartment this morning, that's where he was. All right, now just take it easy, Mrs. Gardner, and start from the beginning. You've been seen a lot with Pavel. You were infatuated with him, weren't you? Yes. Is that all? I've been keeping René's supplies with money. I know. Several days ago he told me he owed a gambling debt to a man who might kill him if the debt wasn't paid. Is the debt amount $50,000? Yes. I didn't have that much cash, but I had a valuable pearl necklace. I gave it to René yesterday. A pearl necklace worth $75,000, say? Yes. But last night I learned that René and Sylvie Allure were going to be married. You went to Pavel's apartment to have a showdown with the gentleman. Yes. You were pretty sore at him, huh? I had the right to be Mr. Casey. He made a fool out of me only a few hours before he made love to me. That gave me my next... You found him apparently alone in his apartment. You picked up that bronze statuette and you hit him over the head. No. No. He was dead when I got there. Huh? Who let you in his place? Yeah, tell me that, Mrs. Gardner. I had a key to his apartment. Here it is. Uh... what did you do after you saw Pavel's dead body? I rushed out of the place. These newspaper people saw me leave. Mrs. Gardner, did you recover your necklace before you left? Can you believe I didn't even think of the necklace after I saw René lying in his own blood, Mr. Casey? Lieutenant, you take over. If she changes her story in any vital detail, let me know. I'll talk to you later, Mrs. Gardner. Come on, Miss Williams, Casey. My guy should have rounded up the rest of the suspects by now. Here's your beers, folks. Thanks. Say, uh, you two sure look tired. Uh, yeah. Mrs. Williams and I feel all beat up, pal. Oh, I'll say we do. It's almost midnight, Ethelbert, and we started on this case at five this morning. Anything new on it? Mason finally talked. So did Sylvia Loomis. And the wedding guests told their story. What'd they say? Well, it boils down to this, Ethelbert. By the time the wedding party reached De Pavel's place, it all sobered up a bit and they were all tired. After De Pavel telephoned this guy Waldo to come in and whip up a breakfast, the guests all reneged on the whole idea and decided to go home, which they did. And according to Sylvia, she and De Pavel were only alone about ten minutes when Mason appeared. Lid to the eyes, too. Someone had tipped him off about the marriage, and he spilled De Pavel's set-up with Mrs. Gardner, Sylvia, the new bride. And when she learned that her new husband had been palsy-walsy with Mrs. Gardner only a few hours before the wedding, she blew up and tore up her marriage certificate. And, well, this is her story, ran out of the place, went home and swallowed poison. She left Mason alone with De Pavel? So she says, the author says Mason had passed out cold by that time. Sylvia may have done it while Mason was blacked out. Mason may have snapped out of his blackout after she left and done it. Or Mrs. Gardner may have done it. Gee, who'd done it? You give us the answer, pal. How about Horseshoe Lock? No, his alibi stood up 100%. And the pearl necklace is completely disappeared. Oh, let's forget it, Annie. I'm gonna fall asleep on my feet if I don't go home and hit the fetters. Come on, baby. I'm more than willing. Good night, Ethelbert. Here's to the beers, pal. So long, kid. Good night. Oh, am I glad to be home. Hello, Casey. What? Lock, I've been waiting for you quite a while. You ought to have a better lock on your door. It was a cinch to slip it. What's the big idea? I want the pearl necklace. And you've got it nuts. Uh-uh. Hand it over, fella. And you won't have to worry about this gun in my bed. I may even slip you a grand or two. I guess I'm dumb, Lock, and I don't get it. To save argument, I'll tell you how I got the goods on you. Yeah, that I'd like to hear. Well, you see, I happened to have phoned to Pavel between the time the Loomis chick left and the Gardner dame blew in and out. And he answered the phone. He was alive. Yeah. Which means Mason killed him. But Mason didn't take the necklace. He was searched. I was searched. Waldo was searched. But you weren't searched, Casey. I see. I want those pearls, Casey. Gimme. You said something about slipping me a few grand, Lock. I meant it. I'm not a hog. Whatever they bring over fifty, I'll split with you. At the fair offer. Live and let live, I always say. When it's possible to let live. What? What? Get hit. Make sure it's possible I'll take that gun, you dirty double-crosser. I came home to get some rest. Police headquarters. Give me Captain Logan if he's still around, will you? Just a minute. Why did I go into the newspaper? Logan speaking. This is Casey. But what do you want? Whatever it is, the answer's no. I'm just leaving for home and some rest. Forget it. Forget it. Meet me at the Pablet apartment as soon as you can get there. What for? To find those missing pearls and get a murderer. Huh? Yes. And incidentally, send a cop to my joint for a guy I envy. What are you talking about? Larkin is asleep on my living room floor, pal. Sleeping. Sergeant, I love him. Sergeant Flanagan will answer. Oh, you're back, Waldo. Thank you for getting me in once more, Sergeant. How is the poor old dog? He was asleep last time I looked at him. May I see him? Sure. I'm greatly attached to him. He belonged to the baron, but he was really my... Oh, Captain Logan and Mr. Casey. Hello, Waldo. Hi, fella. Just looking over your kitchen again. I've come to see the dog. I'm worried about him. You haven't been here before tonight? Yes, the poor old fellow is so weak. If he isn't duped after... Look after him, Waldo. Thank you, sir. Oh, he's still and cold. I think he's dead. Really? Poor old fellow. His spaniel's dead, all right, Logan. Yeah. Too bad. Gentlemen, perhaps I'm unduly sentimental, but may I take him with me and bury him decently? Why, certainly, Waldo. Thank you, Captain. After an autopsy is performed? Autopsy? It's a rule where a crime has been committed. I... I never heard of that rule. Oh, very well, gentlemen. I'll call to his body later. Good night. You're not leaving, Waldo. Not until you talk. Waldo, what's the meaning of this? Let me go. Talk, Waldo. Talk! I don't know what you mean. You came into this apartment by the service entrance that Sylvia Loomis was telling to pavilov. You saw your chance and made your plan. You hit du pavil with that statuette, thinking Mason would be blamed. You'd just gotten the necklace when Mrs. Gardner let herself in. You hid in that butler's pantry. Miss Williams and I came in, you were stuck there, right? And the old dog offered you an out, you thought. You mixed the pearls in the ground meat prepared for that spaniel. You fed it to him right under our noses. After putting in some roach poison you had in his kitchen. And then you posed as a dog lover while waiting for him to die so he could walk out with his body and the pearls. Right, Waldo? Yes. It was just as you say. Take me to jail, gentlemen. I'm very tired. You're tired? I'm very tired. Are we tired? We'll join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. Of the many special features which make Fire King oven glass different, housewives most frequently talk about how easy Fire King is to clean. Yes, Fire King oven glass is amazingly easy to clean, and if you use old-fashioned cooking utensils, you're in for a pleasant surprise as soon as you change to Fire King oven glass. 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Well, just to change the subject, Ethelbert, what do you think of the new styles for women? Well, Miss Williams, as my sister Edna says, quote, it don't matter how women's fashions change, because their designs always remain the same. Unquote. You get it? Designs, Casey. Designs. You better change the subject again, Annie. Definitely, Casey. 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. The Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation. Prime Photographer is directed by John Deets. The original music is by Archie Blyer, and the program features Miss Jan Miner as Anne, and John Gibson as Ethelbert. Herman Chittison is the Blue Note Pianist. This is Fire Prevention Week. 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