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Half past nine in the evening, in the cheaply furnished living room of the small, cheap apartment of a woman, rather pretty in a drab way as darling socks. Her husband holds a magazine that he obviously isn't reading. In an apartment above, a radio is loudly tuned in on a dance band. Finally, the woman turns. Does that music bother you, dear? Huh? Betty Welk, his home. Yeah? Hmm. We always know when we hear that radio upstairs. I, uh, am not it. No? You haven't read a word in that magazine since you turned it on. I, I'm thinking. Well, why don't you go to bed since you've got a tough day tomorrow? I ain't sleepy. Or why don't you hit the hay? You've got to get up early for your job. Oh, I wouldn't get any rest with that radio going over my head. I'll, uh, I'll go upstairs and ask Miss Welk to tune it down. Oh, what's the use, Howard? She wouldn't do it. And according to Lisa's hear, she's entitled to play it until 10 o'clock and it's only a little after half past eight. All right, so. Hmm. Um, very good looking gal, Miss Welk. Well, not bad. You've caused a lot of jealousy in this building. So you told me. Well, all husbands aren't like you, Howard. Some of them around here have been giving that blonde upstairs quite a play. You hear that stuff from Mrs. Bloomington, that old dame across the hall does nothing but gossip. Mrs. Bloomington isn't the only one. Hmm? Yeah. Uh, look, uh, Ada, I'm pretty restless. I won't be able to sleep unless I get a walk and maybe a couple of beers. I think I'll, uh, walk down to Eddie's tavern and back. Okay, but before you go, Howard, call up the super and tell him to fix that radiator. Radiator? Hmm, the one in the kitchen. The super won't fix radiators. Not too late. He will if you ask him. You can get most anything out of town. Call him on the house phone now. Okay. I'll go across the hall and get Mrs. Bloomington to stay with me while you're out in the supers here. What do you want to do there for? I have a sense of the proprieties, Howard. Proprieties? Hmm, that's... Hello? Uh, super? Uh, hiya, John. This is, uh, Howard Clinton, Apartment 4B. John, uh, the radiator in the kitchen doesn't work. Can you come up and fix it? Well, I know it's late, John, but be a tell, huh? Yes. Ah, well, thanks, missy fella. Hello? Good evening, Mr. Clinton. Oh, hi, Miss Bloomington. Did you get the super, Howard? Yeah, yeah, it'll be right up. I knew he'd do it for you. I'll stay here with your wife, Mr. Clinton, so you needn't worry. Yeah, thanks, Miss Bloomington. Somebody might kidnap her if she was alone. They might. She's very pretty. It's a good thing you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here. Sure, nobody saw you. Sure. Hey, what guy's been up here with you? Guy? Look at this ashtray. You don't smoke the guys, do you? Look, a fellow and his girlfriend came home with me last night and I forgot to empty the ashtray they used. That's all. A fellow with his girlfriend, huh? Sure. Come on, I got music on for dancing. How about it? Hmm. Let's go. Hey, I want to dance. Not have the wind freeze out on me. When I get you in my arms, Betty, I don't care what... Oh, cut it. Behave yourself. Okay. Oh, that's... that is... nice, ain't it? So nice I never wanted it to go. I never wanted another guy to hold you close like this. They're two-dancing, big boy. Yeah. Who was the mug who left the cigar bus here? A very nice fellow. I like him. Yeah? Mm-hmm. I can marry him if I want to. You can, huh? Mm-hmm. He's a good dancer, too. I do. Hey, French, open your door. Miss French, this is John the Super. It's after 10 o'clock and everybody in the house is complaining about your radio. The woman doesn't even answer me. The dance is probably going on. The music is rocking. Miss French! You're just wasting your breath, John. Use your pants. Be an open man, boy. Right. I guess I got him, Mrs. Clinton. Well, if you don't, nobody will ever get any sleep. Yeah, I'll go in and turn that thing off, Mrs. Clinton, right now. I'll tell her, but... Oh, Grif. What is it? What's the matter? Look. Oh, that girl! And my husband. There's a picture beside him. Come away. I called the police. I think the two of them are dead. We homicide guys got here, Miss Williams. That radio is still blasting away. And what did you find, Captain Logan? Well, the girl, Betty Welch, has been shot at close range through the forest. She died instantly. The guy, as so often happens in these murder and suicide ideas, didn't aim so good at himself, he only creased the side of his skull. Was he alive then, Logan? He's hardly hurt, Casey. He just knocked himself out for a while. Have you questioned him yet? Well, plenty. And he's talked plenty. He admits he killed a gal and tried to bump herself off? No, he denies that. But he admits he was crazy about the girl and very jealous of her. And also, the murder gun has been identified as his. And the old dermal nitrate test shows that he fired a gun sometimes, eh? Well, everything's over for him then, except the hot seat. Uh-huh. I wish all the cases I get were as easy to crack. Well, where is the guy? I want some pictures of him. He was taken down to headquarters just before you got here. But the murder gun's on that table. You probably want a shot of that. Oh, yeah. German Luger, huh? Yeah. This Howard Clinton brought it back from the war as a souvenir. He's an XGI. XGI, huh? Give me some more dope about him for my story, Captain. What'd he do for a living? He buys a foreman at the big Adolfi Greenhouse. Nursery, by the plant specialty. Hey, was he on the job today, Logan? Yeah. Captain Logan, tell me... Excuse me a minute, Annie. Well, since he denies the killing, Logan, how does he explain it? He doesn't. He says something hit him and he blacked out, which isn't a very good story. Your fingerprint guy went over his gun for a thing. Naturally. The gun was clean. That's a little unusual for a guy to attempt suicide and then clean the fingerprints off his gun. It would be most unusual if we hadn't found an initial handkerchief belonging to Clinton on the floor near the gun. For some reason, maybe he didn't intend to commit suicide at first. He had that Luger wrapped in a handkerchief when he used it, and the handkerchief showed a positive in the nitrate test. Well, Logan, he worked in a greenhouse where he handles fertilizers that show the same reaction in a dermal nitrate test that gunpowder does. You have no proof that Clinton did this killing? Look, I figured that fertilizer angle, Casey. Now listen, amateur, it's Clinton all the way, because nobody could have gotten out of this apartment after the killing. No? No. This is the only apartment on the top floor here, and there's no outside fire escape. And nobody could have gone downstairs after Clinton came to Betty Welch's apartment without being seen. Why? Because Clinton's wife in the apartment below had her door wide open. She and another woman, Mrs. Bloomington, sat facing the front stairs, and they're positive. Nobody came down. How about the back stairs? Mrs. Bloomington's husband's in invalids. His door was wide open, and he had a full view of the back stairs from his bed. He saw Clinton sneaking up on him, but he saw nobody coming down. Huh? I guess that settles that, Casey. Well, witnesses aren't always reliable, Annie. I'll give you 10 to 1 that the Bloomingtons are reliable. Hmm. You talk that kind of odds, my pockets are lined with fishhooks. Yeah. It's the same. I want to meet the Bloomingtons. Yeah, you'll find them downstairs. Go ahead. Get acquainted. Take care of them customers down the bar, Waller. Excuse me, Miss Williams. You were saying about that Mr. and Mrs. Bloomington? Oh, that, uh, to Casey's discomfort, Ethelbert. Yeah? They proved unimpeachable with the business. Go right ahead, Annie. Rub it in. I'm going to. Mrs. Bloomington and her husband are terribly respectable, law-abiding people. And the last thing they'd do would be to lie about anything connected with a murder. I sized them up as okay. Did Howard Clinton's gooses cook them, huh? Yeah. But Miss Williams and I have been talking to him down at headquarters, Ethelbert. He's a big, strong-looking bozo. Talk straight. I just can't see him killing a woman and then trying to kill himself. Ha! He didn't talk very straight to his wife. Well, after meeting his wife, I don't blame him for sneaking up to see that blonde. What's the matter with Mrs. Clinton? I thought she was quite good-looking. Oh, Annie, wait a minute. Looks aren't what count in women after you marry them. I know something about women and I don't trust her. How do you know so much about women and marriage? Uh, hmm? Well, I... Annie, look. If you haven't suspected it as yet, we press photographers see your women at your best and your worst. Which is the reason you remain a bachelor? Which is the reason I remain a press photographer. Ha! Well, I know what Casey means, Miss Williams. It's the same with us bartenders. We meet so many phony dames that a guy gets afraid... Ahem! Afraid of all the gals who ain't just like you, Miss Williams. I see. Uh, uh, came back to the subject. This... Mrs. Clinton had plenty of motive to shoot that blonde and, uh, try to shoot her husband, Casey. I think she had plenty of motive for the killing, but she didn't have the opportunity. Mrs. Bloomington was with her when Betty Welch was killed. So was the superintendent of the apartment house. Hey, that Clinton couldn't have done the job. Nobody could have, but Clinton himself, apparently. 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J-A-D-E-I-T-E. Jadeite. The newest triumph of anchor-hiking. The most famous name in glass. Have another cup of tea, Miss William. No, thanks, Mrs. Bloomington. Three is my limit. You have another, Mr. Casey. Sure, Mrs. Bloomington. Yeah, I just love... The moment I first met you, I said to myself, there's a fellow tea-drinker. Now, what were you saying, Mr. Casey? I... I remember. I was telling you about poor dear Ace Clinton, asking me to come across the hall to her apartment last night because her husband was going out and John Fetich, our superintendent, was coming up to pick the kitchen radiator. Yeah, yeah. I just love lirinda, so I dropped everything and went over with her. Gee, gee, the soup is in her place often, and she's never asked for a chaperone before. Often? Casey. Oh, no, don't mix me through what I'm saying, Mrs. Whitney. A cousin with a girl like Ada could have no personal interest in such a con-net John Fetich. What did Fetich do to their radiator last night? Replaced an air valve, he says. How long did that take? He was out in the Clinton's kitchen from a little after half past nine until after ten when that Weps girl's radio should have been shut off. At least half an hour. Yes. Well, could you see him working out in the kitchen? No, but it was later. Huh? Well, Mrs. Bloomington, this has been a delightful set-up by Miss William's time scope. Not that we have another cup of tea, Mr. Casey. Tea? Oh, no. You'd like it so much. No more tea, Mrs. Bloomington, no more tea. Is this call doing this? Wait a minute, Mrs. Fetich isn't home this afternoon. Nobody's crowding around the hall. There. Someone's locking our door. Come on in quick. No, okay. I can't expect to find anything in the kitchen, have I? You can't expect to find anything, Annie. You really want to see the layout. Get in there with me. The lowest mechanic in the world couldn't choose if half an hour replacing an air valve. This is a perfect fit. What do you mean? Kitchen step ladder here. Look, look out this window, Annie. A window box? Yeah, quite strong. By placing the kitchen ladder on the window box, he could climb outside and easily pull himself through the window above, which is Betty Welch's kitchen. Clinton and the Welch girl wouldn't have hurt him without radio blaring, if it was. No. He could have gone to the living room above and fired two shots with Clinton's luger that Ada had given him wrapped in an initialed handkerchief of her husband and thinking that he'd killed both Clinton and the gal when he saw them fall. He could have dropped the gun and handkerchief beside their bodies and come back here the same way he went up. While Ada was establishing a swell albite for him and for herself with Mrs. Bloomington. Felix and Ada Clinton are in love? Is that it? No. Oh, no, no, no. That Ada Clinton couldn't be in love with anybody. Say, wait a minute, Annie. She's a beneficiary of a $10,000 insurance policy on her husband's life. No, that came out when Captain Logan questioned her. Didn't mean anything to him or to us, then, because she's seen an impossible suspect. No, wait a minute. It's veterans insurance, any GI insurance she has. Well, so what? You've got a theory and she has GI insurance. It doesn't prove a thing against either her or Don Felix. Ah, I think it shows me a way to get proof. Thank you very much for letting me take more pictures of you, Mrs. Clinton. And for this second interview. You're quite welcome, Miss Williams. Frankly, it isn't easy for me to talk to newspaper people or to anyone at this time. We appreciate your state of mind, Mrs. Clinton. I don't think so, really, Kim. My husband's going to be executed soon enough. We have carried life insurance for you, Mrs. Clinton. Veterans insurance, $10,000. Only veterans insurance? That's right. Come on. Too bad. Why do you say that? Well, most people don't thoroughly read insurance policies, you know. Or if they do, they forget the provisions. Have you been like that, Mrs. Clinton? I don't understand what you mean. Well, it's my understanding of the GI policy that if your husband is executed for a crime, you get nothing. I... Did you know that? No. You've had a bad deal all around, Mrs. Clinton. I hope your luck changes. Well, let's go, Annie. Goodbye, Mrs. Clinton. Goodbye. She's doing some hard thinking right now. I'm sure she is. Annie, Logan and two detectives are all set up in the next apartment with microphones. They've also bored people to the wall. Let's join them and watch and listen. What do you think, Casey? All she did was read her husband's GI policy, also what looked from here like another insurance policy, and then typed a letter or something, which she just folded and put on the table. You know, the way she typed that letter or something puzzled me, Casey. The gal holds down an expert stenographer's job, but she used the old hunt and peck system. It's funny, isn't it? You couldn't say anything of what she wrote, of course. No. Uh-oh. She's at the house telephone. That means you called the village. At least I'll be able to hear when she talks. These two men can't hog the earphones. Hello, John. There she is. Can you come up right away? Of course I can, dear. Dear? Hurry, I want to see. Casey, I'm afraid your hunt is going to make good. It does, pal. It's a bad piker. She may be merely romancing with this John. Neither of them had anything to do with the murder. There's the doorbell. Now we'll see. You two will see. I'll only see it. Hello, John. Oh, my beautiful lady. Close the door. Yeah, yeah. You think it's all right for me to be up here now? Some of those policemen might be watching us. Why should they be watching us, honey? We haven't done anything. Nobody knows us. That Logan? Oh, shut up and listen. Here, here, you're right. I'm just nervous for no reason. Well, don't be nervous. Anyway, John, if we were watched, you'd come up here to fix a window for me, one that's hard to open. Yeah. Give me a kiss, my beautiful lady. The gal didn't say no. You really love me, John. I am crazy for you. Would you put that in writing? Huh? In writing? I've been thinking. I've never had a love message from you. Well, because we see each other every day. What's this mush leading up to? It would take so long to write. Oh, try the short one, John. Get out your pen and write it on the back of this old letter. That's the folded paper we saw her type kiss. Yeah. What shall I write, my darling? Just, I love you, Ava. All right. You are such a funny woman. I never understand you. Yes, there. A fruit. I love you, Ada. Aren't you going to sign it? Oh, sure, sure. Write your full name. John Felix. It'll look better. I like it. Yeah, there you are. Anything else? No. This will do very nicely. Tracy, I don't get this. Over my head, pal. Now, for my love letter, I want another kiss. Oh, wait, dear. There is something else I want you to do for me. I wasn't kidding about a window being hard to open. It's that one, John. Will you fix it for me? Yeah, sure, all right. It don't work hard. Well, lift it clear to the top. It's sligy. Oh, that's funny. Maybe something catches it sometimes from outside. Lean out and look. All right, I... She pushed him, Tracy. He's falling. Out of the window? Now, Logan, so do I. And now I'm getting that name. I've got to keep our apartment, so we'll walk right in. Hello, Mrs. Quentin. Captain Logan. I believe a man just fell out of your window. Oh, Captain, Captain, it was John, the superintendent, Captain. He didn't fall. He deliberately dumped. Tell us about it. He was acting strangely and asked if he could use my typewriter. I said yes, of course, and he sat down, typed something on this paper that he signed, pulled it up, and handed it to me. Then he raised that window. Horrible. Naturally, you hadn't had a chance to read the paper he handed you. No, Mr. Quentin, take it. Captain, you read it. I imagine it'll be John Felix's confession of the murder of Betty Welch. Don't you, Logan? I think so, Casey, together with a declaration by Felix that he's about to commit suicide. Why...why do you say that? In appreciation of the act you just put on Mrs. Fenton, I'm making you a present of these bracelets. You're under arrest for murder. We'll join the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. You know, physicians who specialize in baby care agree that diet is the most important factor in a baby's health. Today, with the many varieties of food and drink, diet is the most important factor in a baby's health. Today, with the many varieties of scientifically prepared, ready-to-serve baby food, it's simple for mothers to supply nourishing, well-balanced meals without spending long hours in the kitchen. 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Felix did the job as Casey Fickett, but of course he bungled it by not shooting Clinton as thoroughly as he shot the girl. The general result looked okay to Felix and his beautiful Ada, though, but it seemed certain that Clinton would get the chair. He had stopped looking okay when Mrs. Clinton found out she couldn't collect that insurance, huh? That's right. Well, this sap Felix was so crazy about Mrs. Clinton that he'd taken out insurance for her. At her suggestion. Oh, sure. So she decided that since she couldn't profit by the death of her husband, she was convicted of a crime, she'd free him and cash in on Felix. So she picked out that letter on her typewriter in imitation of Felix's way of speech. The letter said he killed Betty Welch and was going to kill himself. Yeah. And Mrs. Clinton bolded it so he couldn't see what was typed when he signed his name to the thing. Say, she's a real bad woman. Boy, I haven't met him in any work. Hey, wait a minute. That doggone Logan. What's the matter with Logan? Well, he didn't pay me that four bits. Oh, Appleburg, we forgot to tell you. They're showing some of Casey's pictures at the Photography on Parade exhibit at Rockefeller Center. Well, gee, maybe I'll get over to see them tomorrow night. Fine. We'll all go together. You'll be in distinguished company, my dear fellow. Crime 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. Music The film is directed by John Dease and is based on the fictional character of Flash Gun Casey created by George Raman Coss. Original music is by Archie Blyer, and the program features Ms. Jan Miner as Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbrook. Herman Chitteson is the Blue Note Piano. 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