The Anchor-Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer! ["The Last Post"] Hi, Ethelbert. Why the grin? Well, Casey, tomorrow's Halloween and I keep thinking of old Lem Peabody. Why him? Old Lem could think of more tricks for Halloween. Nobody could beat him. He was famous for his tricks. Well, I suppose that's one way to get famous, to do something better than anyone else. Ah, you're so right, Casey. And you know, when you make something better than anyone else, you become famous too. And that's why Anchor-Hawking is the most famous name in Glass. ["The Last Post"] 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, Great Grandfather's Rent Receipt. ["The Last Post"] The Blue Note Cafe, the night before Halloween. Hmm, strange, that's tonight. In honor of the event, the long mirror behind the bar has been more or less tastefully decorated. But the decorations used last year, and for a number of Halloweens before that. And Casey, regarding them critically... Uh, Athelbert, why don't you ever get some new decorations in this place? Yes, and those witches look awful tired. I know, Casey, I told the boss, but he said the only guys who'd be critical of our old Halloween decorations were a few of our old customers who always owed us money anyway, so... Ahem, why did I step into that one like a dope? Why Casey, you know I'd never dream of hinting. But if you got 28 bucks and 40 cents in your pocket... All right, here's 20. I'll let the 840 ride, and give me a receipt. A receipt? Since when ain't you trusted me? I always take receipts. You never asked me for one before. You didn't let me finish. I always take receipts for dough paid out just before Halloween. Just before? It's been an old family customer, Athelbert. Ever since my great grandfather's terrible experience. What was that? Hmm, well, maybe I'd better let sleeping ghosts lie. Sleeping ghosts, did you say? Yeah, great grandfather's experience was with a supernatural. Uh-oh, I think we've stepped into something, Athelbert. Is it scary? Hmm, scared my great grandfather plenty. Uh, like to hear about it? You're set to tell it anyway, so go ahead. Yeah, we're listening. Well, to begin with, great grandfather was a Casey, and the Casys were Irish. Now he tells us, Athelbert. My great grandfather Casey, whose first name was Patrick, by the way, was a young guy when this happened. And by his own admission, he was one of the laziest lugs in County Cork. Oh, so you get it from him. I'd ignore that. But like all of us Casys, he had a lot of talent and personality. We ignore that. Well, he was a fine fiddle player, and all the girls around were crazy about him. Especially Molly McBride, to whom he'd become engaged. Well, one fine October day in Ireland nearly a hundred years ago, the two of them were on their way to pay the rent. Patrick, will you get up off that log and stop your fiddling? Ah, no, Molly, darling. How can you delay so when what we have to do is so important for us both? By noon, you promise to pay Sir Timothy the rent, you owe him. Dark night will be upon us before you reach his lordship's door. Ah, the old man won't mind. Sir Tim dots on me, Molly. By when I served under him in the army, Pat-ma-boy, he used to say, Pat-ma-boy. Give me that fiddle. Here, here, now let go, Molly, you'll break it. Patrick, last night when me father, against his better judgment, lent you the farm rent, you owe Sir Timothy, to us faithfully you promised him you'd settle down to work and stop idling with your tunes. That is a promise I'm keeping from the day you and me are married, on the day after All Saints Day. Oh, so you're putting off keeping it. Patrick Casey, unless you make up your mind and turn over a new leaf this very second, there'll be no marriage between you and me. I promise. Sure, sure, I swear it. Then let's be on our way to his lordship's. We start this very instant after you give me a kiss. No, that's wasting time. Kissing you is never wasting time. Now let me go, Pat, let me go. Ah, no, darling. Oh, Patrick, it is so much stronger you are than I am. Ah, I love you, Lana. You're really all going to settle down. You'll no longer be just procrastinating Pat the lazy fiddle player as folks call you. I so want you to be known as Mr. Patrick Casey, the ambitious businessman. Tis that I am right now, Molly. Then let's be on our way to Sir Tim's. Tis like the wind I'll go there, but first let's have another kiss. No. Ah, just one, Molly. No, I tell you, Patrick, no. One. Oh, Patrick, it is so much stronger you are than I am. Well, that's the kind of a guy my great-grandfather was when he was young. And that's the kind of a gal Molly McBride was. Well, I hope she finally bent that fiddle over his head, Casey. Ah, she didn't, Annie. Great-grandfather got what was coming to him another way. Go on and tell us. Well, Ethelbert, the two of them got to the landlord's house about five or six hours late. This landlord was a tough old character. The rent owed him was long overdue. And outside his door, Pat had an attack of cold feet. Ah! Molly, Molly, I've been thinking. Poor Sir Timothy's a very sick man. And we shouldn't disturb him so late in the evening. Now, let's, let's go back in the morning and... Patrick, no. It's not a second longer. I'll let you procrastinate. Here, now, don't pull that bell cord, Molly. Aye. Aye, you've done it. If you're going to take me as your bride on the day after All Saints Day, Pat Casey, it's a house you've got to have for me to live in. And there'll be no house unless your rent is paid. Have you stilled the money that me father lent you? Aye, it's safe inside me pocket. Now, when you pay it to Sir Timothy, mind you get a receipt for it. A receipt? Well, he's a businessman, I'm making of you, Pat. You get a receipt. Oh, darling, you don't understand. No, I don't. Someone's unlocking up the door. Ah, it'll be old Michael Feely, his lordship's body servant. And another hard, rough man. He was once a sergeant over me. Oh, so it is you, Pat Casey. You're late. Get inside here. Yes, sir. Come on, Molly. Here he is, your lordship. At last you stand before me. Good evening, your lordship. Good evening, you bid me. When at noon you said you'd be here. Come close to this chair I'm chained to with my sickness, and I'll twist your lion throats. Stay where you are, Pat. Yeah, I will, Molly. Lord and bones. He's brought a woman with him for protection. He did no such thing. As a responsible tenant of your lordships, he brought me here to introduce me. Do it, Pat. Sir Timothy O'Hare, this is Molly McBride, my future wife. You are the future wife of procrastinating Pat? I am going to marry Mr. Patrick Casey on the day past All Saints Day, your lordship. Mr. Patrick Casey? Oh, me fat size. Me condolences, young woman, and me heartfelt pity. But future wife or no wife, Pat, I want the money you're on for a full term's rent. And since you can't pay as I knew you couldn't, I'm gauntering your next... Your lordship. I have the money for you. Here, look. It's in this bag. Oh, Michael Feely. Bring me Brandy quick. For the full term, your lordship. I borrowed it to pay you with. Borrowed it? That explains everything. For a moment I thought you'd gone to work and earned it. Give me the money, Pat. And may the Lord help its lender. Me father lent this money, sir. Your father? And sure you mustn't take a word I've said, in earnest. See, I told you this man dourts on me. Molly, we'd best be going now. Not till you get your rent receipt. Molly, I beg you. Tis a matter of business. The man might die and we'd have not to show. Ah, Sir Tim will never die. Because heaven won't have his likes and the devil will be fair to take him in. What are you two whispering to yourselves about? Please, your lordship, for the rent Patrick's paid you, we want a receipt. A receipt? No, no, your lordship. Yes, your lordship. Have you scuttled out to mistrust or hell? No, sir. But just the same. We want a receipt. Oh, brains and bones. All right, young woman, she'll have it. You've picked a card for yourself who knows what she wants and gets it. Had a seat she wants, but procrastinating Pat. And she's gone to marry the nanny. The master has a poor weak heart, Pat. You should take shame for yourself making him laugh like that. Like what? Your lordship, what's the matter? Pat. He slumped over in his chair. Michael. Michael Feely. My dear master, Sir Timothy, he's dead. Dead? Ah, I was mistaken about the devil. He wasn't afraid to take his lordship. Pat, we didn't get our receipt. Oh, well, it's all right, Molly. The silver we paid is here to prove our claim. Where is the silver? He laid it beside him on the table. Well, it's not there now. Molly! The money's gone! And it was a great mystery where the money had gone to. My great grandfather and his fiancee searched everywhere. Did they search that servant case? No, no, no, Elfiebert. But there was to be later proof that Michael Feely didn't take the bag of silver. Well, tell us what happened next. I'm going to, Anne. You know, a hundred years ago, you couldn't just pick up a telephone and call in help when you were in trouble. Call in help when death occurred. So they laid the old man out decently in his bed, and Pat was putting off going for a priest in the undertaker while Molly worried, and Michael Feely sat grief-stricken at a chair. We've no receipt to show you ever paid that money, Pat. When Sir Tim's son, John, takes over the estate, he can hold you for the whole term's rent again. Why, he can do no such thing, Molly. Not when there's Michael Feely to testify that he saw us paid. I'll testify if I'm able, Pat. If he's able, he says, Pat. Mind you, you don't start him laughing himself to death. I can't realize me the year old master's gone. Pat, do you really think the devil took him, as you said a while ago? Well, as one who knew Sir Tim's character, Michael, in both war and peace, I hardly think that Blessed Sands would want the man. Wherever he's gone, he's all alone. I'm all alone after being his friend in serving 40 years. Pat, where do you suppose our rent money went to? To my mind, the solution of that is very simple, Molly. Knowing how his lordship loved money, I think he took the silver with him. Sure, and it'll be entirely melted by now. But you shouldn't be talking to the dead this way. Whatever else you may say of him, Sir Tim was a man. And now I shall hear him not call me Michael Peely no more. Michael Peely. Michael Peely. Michael Peely. Patrick! Molly! Michael Peely. Michael Peely. It is the voice of me master. I'm coming, Sir Tim. All Michaels come to join you. Stop him, Pat. He's our only witness. Sir Michael, wait, come back. I'm here, your lordship. Again. We're together again. Here, Michael. Michael. Here, now stand up, man, and speak to me. Ah, Ramali. He's not? Yes. The man's dead. Oh. Now we've got nothing to show for the rent. What are we going to do? Our story will continue in just a moment. America is literally a land of milk and honey. And thousands of American beekeepers are producing just about the best honey on earth. 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The most famous name in glass. The ghost that old Sir Timothy called the servant, huh King? My great grandfather said there could be no mistake about the voice of the bird. It was Sir Timothy O'Hare and he was dead. Gee, then the servant died too. Definitely and completely. Which left your ancestor in quite a tough spot. The spot got tougher Annie. John O'Hare, Sir Tim's son and heir to his estate was a lot different from his father. He was one of those cold fishy holier than now birds. The old man had despised him. Naturally he demanded the past due rent on Pat's farm. And when he was told... I swear I paid the rents to John just like we said. But you have no receipt. We had a witness. And like my honored father, that witness is dead. Enough of this farce. Patrick Casey, our terms rent you owe. If you do not pay, I turn you off your farm. We meant to be married on the day after All Saints Day. Better for you Molly McBride. That such misfortune be averted. Casey, tomorrow is All Saints Day. And I want my money then or out you go. I can't borrow the money twice. I care not how often you borrow it. I ask only that you pay it once. You produce my father's holy memory when you say you gave him that of which he left no trace behind. How could he leave a trace when his master took him off so sudden? What do you mean by his master? The devil of course who took both man and silver. You dare insult the sacred memory of my parent. Holy pious man who is now with the heavens angels. Patrick Casey, I gave you till All Saints Day to pay the money that you're owing. Now I won't accept the money. Instead you must bring proof of the vicious scandal you've just mouled. And when you don't I'll not only turn you from your farm. I'll have you jailed for slander. Oh Patrick. Oh Molly. It seemed to great grandfather that he didn't have a possible out after that. He took Molly to her home. And that night on Halloween the two of them sat on her doorstep while he played the hopeless thoughts he was thinking of. Don't play any more sad tunes Pat. Put your fiddle down. All right Molly. It's a fine mess of things I've made. Is there nothing that we can do? Well you heard the young lord. Tomorrow I must produce proof. That you paid his father money. And that his father took it with him to where I think he went. Tis a difficult assignment. Tis a tremendous assignment. You'd have to die yourself to get such proof. Molly. Do you insinuate that if I died I'd be thrown into association with the likes of Sir Tim? Oh no the lord forbid. If I could only meet the devil here. In a personal friendly way. Patrick Casey. Molly. Tis me father calling from inside. Molly leave that good for nothing and come under the house. Your father don't like me since I lost the money that he lent. Molly. I must go in. I love you Pat. And I love you. Good night darling. Good night Pat. Sure and a cold doorstep is soon the only place I'd have to rest. Well come fiddle. After tomorrow it'll be you and me wandering in the cold hard world alone. Tomorrow come all saints day Molly'll be lost to me. Forever. Could I have another chance I'd mend my ways. I'd even go to hell for another chance. Would you? What? Procrastinate and Pat. His lordship's voice. His laugh. Michael Beely. Michael Beely. Yes my lord. It's both of them speaking from the dead. Michael Beely fetch that lady scoundrel down here. That I will sir Tim. Where are you? I can't see you. I see you now Michael Beely. You're ghostly far. Come Pat to his lordship. No no no now go away. If you fear stay where you are. If you dare for the chance you wish but now then come. You mean for Molly? Aye. Sure and it's dreaming I am but lead on. You haven't got far to go. The door lies here. Door? There's but a hole in the ground. It will close like a door once you enter. Are you there? For Molly? Aye sir Tim waits below with your entry seat. Lead on man. I follow. First lay down your fiddle. It must be left here. My fiddle? It is wooden very dry. Oh I get your implication. It stay here and scorch fiddle. Now lead on quick Michael before I change my mind. Come. I come. The earth is closed above me here let me out. Yes admittance Patrick now you stay awhile. Well you have the silver I paid you and my rent receipt. Now you're going to give me one or the other so I can wed Molly on the day after all. Stop. Excuse me sir for my social error. Here I know one should not mention saying. Don't. Oh sure I'm completely mortified at my own bad manners. Now sir Tim will you please hand me that silver or my rent receipt and I prefer the last name. Not yet Beth. Nothing for nothing is the road we live by here. If something you want then something you must do to earn it. For what you hold I'll do anything at all. Be the fiddle little boy will you play us a tune. That will be a pleasure of the finest but above sir Michael Feeney had me leave the fiddle. Yeah because here we have a special one for you to play. Here it is Pat. Ha. It is one of metal that glows with quite hot heat. You can leave this place as you came in. Worthless bag born. Or you can leave with self respect and win the call in the chill of. Which fiddle will you play? The one you left outside or this one here. For Molly you'll give me that rent receipt. Or the silver to prove your tale to the fool who is my son. I advise you the seat. It is as best as the silver has been here over long to ever cool. I'll play your white hot fiddle sir. Here Michael Feeney place in his hand. Aye sir. Ha ha ha. Now play a jig tune Pat. And do not skimp it. Say every note and dot and bar. Play from beginning to the finish and earn your right to live and long. Great grandfather didn't remember the details of what happened right after that. But next morning on All Saints Day the sexton found him lying in the churchyard in a peculiar place. And in a peculiar condition. He ran to tell Molly McBride and she lost no time in coming back with him. Speak to me Patrick. It is me your Molly. His eyelid fluttered open then. The man's coming too. Oh thank heaven. He lives. How come he to be lying on old Sir Tim O'Hare's grave? Look at his poor hands. They're burned to the bone. Yet he's clutching something in them, something white. Ah second chance. He's speaking. Tell me you're all right Pat. Tell me. Molly. Molly darling. Oh Patrick. I'm a Kushner Liner. Oh even now Pat. You're so much stronger than me. Why are you lying here? And what happened to your poor hands? Oh my hands. Molly. What day is it? All Saints Day Pat. Tomorrow's our wedding day that was to be. This is to be you mean. Lead me to Sir John. What do you mean Pat? Soon you'll know for young Sir John right. Run Patrick. This is your last day of grace. Run and hide before he has you jailed. Sure and I'll not run from that man. There's the baby part we want. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Marlene. Column. Seize that worthless scamp for me. No. No. Touch me not. I warn you all. Here Sir John is your parents rent receipt. Pat. What stuff is this? What do you go at morning? You said you had none from his hand. That was a day ago at morning. Do you know your father's writing? Holy Saints his very scroll. What yesterday it stated. It was made last night to be exact. Eve of all Saints Day. When came you by this? Perhaps Sir John for your family's honor it is a matter we should discuss in private. Yes. Yes. Yes. Everybody's stuff aside. Not I. You'll have no discussions Patrick that I don't know about. Terrible thought darling. Now Your Lordship that we're all alone. The three of us together. You know this receipt is written on unburnable material. That is in my favor sir. Dated since his death. I see that you've drawn your own conclusions. Patrick. Where on earth did you get that writing? Nowhere on earth my darling. Well Your Lordship is this the proof you demand? Ah. Patrick my friend. If you'll just give me that receipt we'll let the matter drop. To preserve the reputation of your sainted father I'd be glad to let you have it sir. But this receipt is all I have to show that I've paid my rent. I'll give you another gladly. Well now I have a fancy for this. I'll give you a receipt for two years Pat. No. Now I'm thinking of the signature of a dead man on asbestos will be worth much more than that to autograph collect. We'll say five years free rent and the money you borrowed I'll pay back myself. Pat. Take it quick. Hold your horses Mollie. I am thinking Sir John that the bride I take tomorrow should have a fine wedding to do so. That too I'll give. And a wedding trip the two of us would like across the seas to America. It's yours. And I'll throw in a personal gift to boot Pat. I'll buy you a fine fiddle. Ah that you want. From the feel of my hands I never want to see a fiddle more. But all else is a bargain your lordship. Bring that asbestos, that paper to the manor and we'll put it all in writing. Goodbye to you now and blessings on your wedding. Oh Pat. Five years free rent, a bridal trousseau and a trip to America. Kiss me my darling. Would you have me waste time before I get the deal in writing. I am now Mr Patrick Casey the ambitious businessman. Oh Patrick I don't like you this way. Oh and don't you know. Come to me Mollie my darling. You know your way. It is much stronger you are than I am. We'll join the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. Our government asks us to save food to help relieve starvation abroad. Now there are more ways than one to save food. You can use less or you can use food to better advantage. So here's a suggestion. Serve more oven baked dishes. Delicious nourishing baked dishes can be prepared from the less expensive cuts of meat or meat. 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