The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer! What's new, Ethelbert? I was just reading here where a fellow in town won $5,000. How did he win it? He sent in the winning name to a radio contest. $5,000 is a lot of money for a name. Well, I don't know. A good name can be very valuable. What do you say, Tony? Oh, yes indeed. You know, some people buy a good name and other people earn it. Like what? Well, like Anchor Hawking earned their name by years and years of great work. And that's why today 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, eight-camera man who covers the crime news of a great city. Our adventure for tonight, Too Many Angels. The Blue Note Cafe. Early evening, and we find Anne Williams, news reporter for the Morning Express, perched on one of the high bar stools. Casey, with his camera and film case, hasn't arrived as yet. And Ethelbert, the bartender, for lack of something better to do, says, Walter, you better bring up some more lemons. And Anne says, Gee, I hate to go home tonight. Just hum the chorus, Miss Williams. Maybe I've heard it. Hum what chorus? You see how I hate to go home tonight. I never can remember popular songs. Ethelbert, that isn't a song. That's how I feel on account of my apartments being painted today. I hate the smell of paint, and things are all upside down. I don't know how I'll be able to sleep. Well, gee, my sister Edna would be glad to let you use her... No, I guess you couldn't sleep on that. It's kind of... Well, thanks. Anyway, Ethelbert, maybe Casey will barge in with one of those all-night assignments. Oh, I was hoping to catch you here, Annie. I got a great idea, Annie. You know what I tell you? Speak of angels and you hear the flapping of angels. Make mine the same, Ethelbert. Yeah, sure, Casey. Coming right up. What's that about angels, Annie? You tell me. A great idea, you say? Yeah, yeah. I feel like stepping out for a change tonight, Annie. Dinner and a show. Later we can drop in at the Top Hat Club. Why, Casey, this is so sudden. Sudden? No, no, I mean it. What's the best show in town? How about Angel Face? Angel Face? Well, that's a musical that won't open till next Monday. I'm with a bit of influence, Casey. I can get us in to see a preview performance tonight. Hey, that sounds exciting. How much influence, Ethelbert? Oh, $100 worth. A hundred? Huh? But I don't get it. Well, I was going to keep the news kind of subnormal until after I started getting weekly dividends. You mean you put a hundred bucks into that show? I'm what we call an angel, Casey. I know what you are, but how did it happen? You know how it is here in the Blue Notes, celebrities and such. They get on the confidential side. So a few months ago when Miss Carling asked me did I want to take a crack at the big money... Miss Carling? Yeah, a blonde, Annie. First name Eva. Sings, dances, she's been in the show. Oh, the man with the photographic memory. In fact. For blondes. You must have seen her in here too, Miss Williams. Pretty, but, you know... So you gave Miss Carling your piggy bank and later on you got a legal paper making you an limited partner in angel faith. Ain't it all right? It's legal, as I say. So if you folks will do me the honor, I'll be glad to escort you to the preview. Suits me. I think it'll be fun. I'll get my other coat. This is my night off if I want it, but I usually don't because it's quite good. We'll have dinner together too, Ethelbert. Anything to keep me out of my four walls tonight. The apartment's being redecorated and I'm afraid to go home. Oh, Annie, what a sucker, that poor guy. I read the out of town notices. Angel faith is so bad, they're gonna have to produce it again before the critics can even call it a flop. Oh, for heaven's sakes, well, don't tell Ethelbert. It costs 200 grand so far, Annie. Had all kinds of trouble and on top of that, Carlo Chapman is the artistic genius behind the whole mess. You mean the nightclub owner? Yeah. Kind of a splash full of 100 bucks making that show with or without Chapman behind it. Oh, poor Ethelbert. He isn't something you can do, Casey. I ought to go backstage and turn Eva Carling over my knees. Spank her. Don't be silly. Huh. I'll pay the taxi, Casey. Okay. It seems to be quite a crowd going into the theater. I have friends, relatives, and chief mourners. Now, don't let Ethelbert hear you. There was a funny driver. I gave him a dime tip and he handed it back. Said I might need it myself. Hmm. Well, let's go in by the stage door. Why the stage door? I want you should both meet Miss Carling. Miss Williams, she's a very charming cantoon. What? That's theatrical language for singer, Casey. Oh, I see. Studying up. Okay, Ethelbert, let's go. Now, this Miss Williams is the behind of the scenes. Sorry, no visitors. The doorman should have stopped you. Mr., maybe you don't know it, but I own a considerable hunk of this show and these here are friends. Mr. Casey and Miss Williams of the Morning Express. Morning Express? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Jack Blake, stage manager. I'm sure the press is always welcome, but please excuse me, so many last minute details and it's almost curtain time. Make yourselves at home. You see, Casey, angels always get in where fools fear to come. Well, let's find Miss Carling's room. I want you to meet it. Yeah, wish her luck too. Gonna meet it with this turkey. Henny, what you step with? Cables on the floor, sandbags overhead. The backstage of the theater is a dangerous place to... Uh-oh. What? Over there near the door. The door with the star on it. That's Carlo Chapman, owner of the Top Hat Club. Oh, tall, dark. That crook is one man you're not gonna meet, lady. Oh, by the way, who's the star of Angel Face? Andrea Ballou. Should I be impressed? You mean does La Ballou have talent? Well, just average. She's Queen Bee in it, sure, though, thanks to Chapman. Oh, so it's that way. Just some gossip everybody knows. Well, let's move along or we'll lose Ethelbert among these gorgeous guests. What's bothering you, Ethelbert? Say, Casey, are those real? Those diamonds? All the crew on the stand, please. All the crew, Miss Tarzan. All the crew coming up, Miss Carling. All the crew on the stand. Well, we've enjoyed meeting you, Miss Carling. We'll get on out front. Good luck. You look lovely, Miss Carling. That's the very original hairdo, sort of Veronica Lakey. Yeah, it certainly hides your sort of blonde, I mean. Yes. It's one of you who wishes me luck. I'm sorry I'm not myself. We understand. Preview of butterflies. Yeah, something else. Nobody can kid me. This show is going right down the drain. Right now I know it. I sure wish you had your money back, Ethelbert. Well, gee, Miss Carling, where does life... Life? Yeah. Angel Face might live if Andrea Ballou dropped dead. She's a double-crossing microbe with a neat pan and a mink coat. Don't you like her? Ever since I can remember Ballou, it's been in my way. I should have had that star apart, so I'm lucky to be her understudy. Someday I'll take care of that she-devil. She can't push me around. I won't take it. Sorry to have to shoe you out, folks. That's all right. That's all right. We understand. Well, what's wrong with you, Eva? Nothing. Nothing at all. You ought to know everything's just... Sorry, Mr. Casey, Miss Williams. Everybody's keyed up tonight. Follow me. We can go down these stairs. I don't know if it would help or not, Mr. Blake, but... I suppose I'd take a few shots of your star. Miss Ballou? You mean now? Why not? Why, yes, we can use some publicity. That's her dressing room. I'll see if she's ready. Ooh, this is your night to howl, all right, Mr. Wolf. What? Annie. Only trying to help Ethelbert's investment. Mm-hmm. Miss Ballou, I have a gentleman outside. Ah, the diplomat. The diplomat? I'd better put my head inside and ask if it's safe. You know how temperamental he is. Miss Ballou, I was wondering if... Mr. Casey, something's happened. Come here. What is it? She's on the floor. She's fainted. I'd better call a doctor. Yeah, you'd better. I'll be right back. No wonder she fainted. Looks like an awful fight with someone. This dressing room's a mess. I wonder what happened. This is what happened. Step over here. Look. Oh, my gosh. Hey, the show's started, Casey. What are we gonna do? Miss Ballou can't dance with a knife in her back, Ethelbert. Ah, Angel Face has too many angels, including a dead one. Our story will continue in just a moment. 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For perfect flavor, demand beer in glass bottles. For extra convenience, demand your favorite brand in the new Anchor Glass One Way No Deposit bottle. A product of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. The most famous name in glass. Let me through here. Which dressing room door is which? Say who's in charge backstage? Get these people out of here. Look, this way, Captain Logan. I suppose Casey is somewhere. He most certainly is. In here. Hello, Logan. What are you doing here? I'm a news photographer, remember? I just had to be driving by and got the radio report myself. How'd you find out about it? Ah, a knife thing, huh? Yeah. You're attending the preview of this show. I asked Blake, the stage manager, if I could take some pictures of Mr. Ballou. We knocked, nobody answered, so we came in. This... Our tech squad will be here in a few minutes. In the meantime, I hope you haven't disturbed anything in here. Wait a minute, Logan. Act your age. You know, me and a few pictures as well. Maybe I can save you some time, though. With the looks of this place, it must have been quite a fight. Get that stage manager in here. I'll get him, Captain. A fight between two gals. Gals? Yeah. Look here. Trans of yellow hair, caught in her nails. A blonde. Stage manager Blake. We'll wind this business up, Rick. Blake, round up all the blondes in this company. I, uh, I think there's only four of the girls. The one I want has scratches on her face or arm. She'll probably try to hide them with makeup. I'll catch the girls now before they leave the theater. There's Miss Carling who might have something to hide behind a cock or spaniel head. We'll get to her. How about this knife? Oh, hello, chaplain. Oh, you're here, huh? Why shouldn't I be? I've got an interest in this job. They tell me there's been an accident. That's too bad. You ever see that weapon before? I didn't come here to answer no questions. But I'm one of those fellows like to help the cops. I'd have fallen out with Andrea tonight. I've got nothing to hide. That's my knife. I recognize it. Had it in my desk at the Pop Hat Club. It just disappeared three weeks ago. Your lawyer tell you to say all this? If you figure you can hang anything on me and make it stick, just say the word. Chaplain, I'll talk to you later. Right now all I want is a blonde. Well, that's all most men want, Logan. No, no, no, let me alone. Why do you keep on asking me over and over again? I told you I was in a room and we had a scrap. I would have killed her, but I didn't. I never saw that knife before. I never saw it. I don't know how it happened. Step outside a minute, Logan. Hurry it up. This baloo was killed, Logan, by a single clean knife thrust in the back. Well, now is it logical after a wild fight between two women that the knife was only used once? What, her cuts or slashes? I'll bet your little Eva can't even peel potatoes without cutting a finger off. Can I go home now or can't you just let me go home and rest? We were just talking about you, Miss Carling, and I... Hold on, Casey. Casey, look out! Look out, Casey. It was a heavy sandbag. I saw it start to slip from up here. Yes, well, we're okay anyway. Your lawyer must weigh a hundred pounds. Yeah, they use it for counterweights on the curtains. Man, look at it's caught. It didn't wear out or come loose. It was cut with a knife. Flanagan, get some more light on back here. Come on, Casey, we'll take a look up there in the catwalk, all right? I'll go up to the flyer this way, Logan. If anybody's up there, we'll fix my knife. Be careful, Casey. The soul up there, Casey. Not anymore. We better get out through this door to the roof, though. Got to weigh over the fire escape. Yeah. Hello. Listen, will you give me a break now? That depends. Eva Carley. Couldn't have cut that sang sandbag loose. She was standing right beside us. Yeah, that's right. We've worked up. I'll tell Annie to take her home. You can pick her up later if you want her. Let's go over and have a talk with Carlo Chapman. Got a lush office, huh? Soft lights, softer rugs, all those glossy pinups along the walls. Yeah, the top hat club seems to feature dance teams. There's no pictures or anything. Yeah. Here's a shot of the late, un-lamented Miss Andrea Ballou. Yeah. Picking up her pretty ankles with a dancing partner. Boy, he looks kind of familiar. Oh, good evening, Mr. Chapman. I'm admiring your picture gallery. Sure. Look around plenty. Sorry I wasn't here. Doing a little exercise. Up and down fire escape? What? Never mind. I say, who's the lad with Miss Ballou in this shot? He used to be part of the team. Ballou and Ballou. I gave him their spouts here at the club. Ballou and Ballou? That's funny. He got hurt. Couldn't dance anymore. So Miss Ballou had to do a single act. Now, let's cut out the smog. I don't know nothing more about the night, Captain Logan. Any idea who might have taken it? No. What did you and Ballou quarrel about in the dressing room tonight? I told her she didn't behave. She was through. Who could take her place if she was? I don't understand it. Eva Colling. Did you promise Eva anything in case Andrea Ballou was out of the picture? If you want to put it that way, yes. If we ever open the show again, Miss Colling will be up in space. With the power of the year. I see. Come on, Chapman, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder. And after I've taken you to headquarters, I'm also picking up Eva Colling. Casey, there's no use talking. I'm not talking. I'm going to pick up Eva at her apartment as booker on a charge of homicide, at least. We'll get more evidence. Yes, she and Miss Williams should have had plenty of time to get there by now. Yes, I guess so. Now, look, Casey, Miss Colling was Chapman's new girlfriend. She knew Ballou was in her way. She had a motive, all right? Sir, she took Chapman's own knife, stuck it in Ballou's back. All of which is point of finger at Chapman. I'll go this far with you, Logan. I believe I may have a hunch who did put Ballou out of the way. Right now, I'm trying to dig something out of my memory, though. Ever since we were in Chapman's office, I've been scratching my head... Where are we? Eva Colling. Is that the building across the street, Panagin? Yes, sir. The address is Miss Colling Gavers, 317, Apartment 4B. Looks like a four-story walk-up. Come on, Casey, let's start climbing. Don't let him come in. Now, you just relax. Nobody's going to hurt you. Whoever it is, I don't want to see anybody. I'm afraid. I didn't do it. I told you everything I told you the truth. You believe me, don't you? Oh, yes. Yes, of course I do, Eva. Maybe it's from Carlo Chapman, maybe, Miguel. He wouldn't bring this to me. Why not? He doesn't have to. Oh. Whoever it is, let them ring. Don't answer it. Buddy, if Williams and Miss Colling haven't gotten here yet, all that climbing we did for nothing. Instead of coming here to Colling's apartment, they probably went to Annie's place. She's got an extra room. Yeah, that's where they are. Climb in. Hey, Logan, I think I've got it. What? Look, remember that photograph in Chapman's office, the dance team of Blue and Ballou? Well, let's go, Flannigan. Well, look, he said the kid got hurt some years ago. He wasn't able to dance anymore. Well, I've got a memory for faces. You know, you get that way in my business. Now, hold it a minute, Flannigan. Casey, I thought we were going into the apartment house, didn't you? Yeah, that's Blake, the stage manager. Yeah. Is that Blake all right? Uh-huh. See how he drags one foot? I didn't notice it before. He does walk with a kind of limp. What about he's calling out Colling's apartment? Logan, I'm beginning to get one of those hunches. You and your hunches. What is it this time? So strong that if I weren't sure that Annie and Miss Colling aren't up there, I'd follow Blake up those stairs again. Why? Because according to my hunch, Blake is the murderer of Miss Ballou. And Miss Colling's life and Annie's too will be worth a nickel if Blake finds him. Well, let's have it, Casey. At least we know the gals aren't up there. All Blake can do is walk up there and ring the bell as we did. If there is any reason I think he had anything to do with the murder, we can dig him up when he comes down. Yeah, yeah. That's right. The girls are safe enough. Well, Logan, look. Here's the basis of my hunch. I was telling you before about that photograph at Capitol Park. There they are. There they are again. Don't let them go in here. There is no time. I think we should all go. No one wants to hear from you. There is a police who only want to offer you some more company. All right, Miss Williams. Set them in. It couldn't be worse than sitting here with you. Good. I'll ask her. Who is it? It's Blake. Oh, she's coming. It's only Mr. Blake, the stage manager. Oh, I'm coming, Mr. Blake. Come in. Get over there and sit down with Eva. But I don't see what... You see this, don't you? Get over there. It's a lot more effective than a knife. What do you want, Jack? You saw me go into Beluth dressing room just after you came out, after you scrapped with her. But you'll never tell the police. No, I didn't see you going, Jack. I tell you, I didn't. I thought I'd pick you off with that sandbag, but now I'll have to try again. You're a fool to think you can use that gun and get away with it. I waited a long time to take care of Andrea. Seven years. She knew Chapman crippled me so I couldn't dance again. Well, she'll never dance again either. When I leave here, I'll take care of Chapman. I couldn't make the cops think he used his knife on Andrea. Too bad you had to be up here tonight, Miss Williams. But that's how it is. My hunch, Blake, or Blue if you prefer, had his dancing career cut short by an accident. Now suppose he nursed a grudge against Beluth, seeing her go on and on and up and up and show bits. When all he could ever hope for was a job as a stage manager now and then. You know, Casey, at this hour in the morning I admire your energy to think up such an idea. Well, like I said, Logan, it's just a hunch. I'm not completely sold on it myself. I wonder what's keeping Blake so long up there. She's wearing that door buzz around. Casey, that's the theatrical apartment house. Lots of theater people live there. He probably lives there and he's in bed asleep by now while we sit out here in the cold. I'll pick him up tomorrow for more questioning. But right now I'll settle for Eva Carling and then I'm going home. Flanagan, you know where Miss Williams lives. Get up on the starter. We're going there. But didn't Chapman recognize you backstage? He never notices anything unless it wears skirts. But as a stage manager of Angel Face, surely Miss Beluth would remember you with her former partner. Sure, she knew I had the job. She didn't mind. She thought it was nice to have me under her thumb, like throwing bones to a dog. But then, what about this? You stall long enough. We're going to have some radio music. I'll turn it up real loud for a few minutes. No, no, I'll never tell about you, Jack. I'll go away. I promise I'll do anything to make him listen to me. No, no, don't please, Jack. Don't shoot. I'll do anything. All my life, Jack, I'll do anything when we go. No! I got him, Logan! Let's turn off that radio. Casey, it's Captain Logan. Are you all right, Annie? What about the girl? Is she hurt? No, no, I mean, yes, I'm all right. I guess Eva fainted now. Casey, you and the Marines. They almost made two more angels out of us. Casey, don't ever tell the newspaper. I'm bawling. I won't, Annie. It's a good thing I remembered one thing, Annie. Yeah, you remembered just in time. 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Insist on genuine Fire King oven glass by name. Fire King oven glass is a product of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. So Blake was deliberately crippled by Chapman, huh, Casey? That's right, Adlebert, according to what he told us. He knew when three mugs held him up, knocked him out, and didn't take his money. But it was a frame-up. He'd been injured on purpose. Oh, that's horrible. That was seven years ago, you say? And there's no way to pin it on Chapman? Well, if Miss Ballou was alive, she might, but... But why did Chapman bother with Blake seven years ago? Well, Blake and Ballou had an ironclad contract that neither could break. Miss Ballou met Carlo and saw her big chance to latch on to the big tie. But Blake was a drag, so Chapman helped out by fixing Blake so that he was through with the dancer, because that nullified the contract. There's a five-letter word for a louse like that. Or is it six? He'll get his some night in a dark alley. To think Chapman can walk around unfettered while poor Blake winds up in the chair. Yeah, for murder. He almost got me with a sandbag. He was just going to add Heber Carling and our own Annie into his list. I was sure anxious to cover his tracks. When you broke in, and it was heavenly timing. Yeah, Casey, how come? Well, Logan and I started to drive to Annie's place, but at the last moment I remembered that her apartment had just been painted. She wouldn't go there if she could help it, so I... I knew you must be at Eva's place, Annie. We did a quick turnaround and got there in time to hear the radio tuned up. Well, boys, don't think it hasn't been fun. But I'm going home to my new-snelling apartment and collapse. Wait a minute, Annie. I've got a bright idea. Oh, I know. You feel like stepping out tonight. No, tomorrow night, Annie. We'll have dinner and a show. What's a good show? How about Hello Broadway? There's a preview performance. Wait. Don't tell me. Not again. Well, as my sister Edna says, quote, Most of us keep one eye on the temptations we pray not to be led into. Unquote. Prime Photographer, starring Stats Cotsworth as Casey, is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Harking Glass Corporation. Makers of Fire King Oven Glass, Anchor Glass Containers, Anchor Caps and Closures, all products of Anchor Harking, the most famous name in glass. Prime Photographer is directed by John Deets. The original music is by Archie Blyer, and the program features Miss Jan Minor as Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbert. Herman Chittison is the Blue Note pianist. Tonight's story was written by Albert Barker. This is Tony Marvin saying goodnight for the Anchor Harking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, with offices in all principal cities of the United States and Canada. This is the Indian Columbia Broadcasting System.
