The Anchor Harking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer. Here comes Casey. Hi fellas. Gee, I'm glad I got you two guys together. Look, I've got something very important to tell you. Go ahead. I know, but I just can't seem to remember it. Well, faith's on it. I know, I still can't remember it. Well, go back to what you were doing when you last thought of it. That sometimes helps. Well, I just had this glass in my hand. Glass! That's it, glass. Look, I just want you two guys never to forget this. Well, what? Go on, go on. Never forget that Anchor Harking is the most famous name in glass. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Harking 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 the great city. Our adventure for tonight, Blind Justice. Late afternoon, police headquarters, the private office of Captain Logan Homicide Bureau. On opposite sides of a huge battered desk sit Logan and Casey. Their eyes are hard, their jaws set in tents. Before them is a problem. It's up to you, Casey. Let me think, Logan, let me think. Well? Got to work this out. It isn't easy. Look, you're the Wonder Boy with a hair trigger brain. Let's have some action. Okay, I'm taking that king you discarded and throwing down this juice. That's it! Yippee-hee, gin rummy! You louse! I had a hunch you were saving deuces. Here, let's see your hand. Ha, ain't that too bad. Kings, jacks, and ten spots. I may get 80 points in nuts to you. 80 plus 20 for gin makes me another game. All right, figure up what I owe you, Canfield, and we'll call it a day. Oh, quitting. I can't take it when you lose. I... I guess that's right, pal. It's nearly 5 o'clock, though. I'm taking Ann Williams to the theater tonight. But dinner before that... What show are you going to see? Oh, we're going to see that new one, opening at the Tivoli. Press agent gave me ducats. Don't you ever pay your way. Well, how can I afford to when you win all my dough? Ha, ha, got you good this time. Now, excuse me. That's your phone. Captain Logan, Homicide Bureau. Who? Oh, hello. Yeah, I'll be here. What do you want to talk to me about? Okay, come on over. I'm about to receive a visit from a stinker. Oh? Any stinker I know? Milt Havens. Oh, the criminal lawyer, huh? Lawyer criminal, describes him better. Yeah, stinker's best, though. That rat smells of fixed juries and intimidated witnesses and every variety of dirty double-cross known in the book. He was on the phone just now, huh? Yeah, I said he had to see me. He'll be here in a few minutes. Did you ever meet Milt Havens' wife? Yeah. Swell woman. You bet she is super swell. Well, I've often wondered if she knows what kind of a skunk she's married to. She must. Well, not necessarily, Logan. Havens is a smooth guy. He probably puts on a good front at home. Besides, a woman who spends most of her time helping people and looking for the best in them, as Doris Havens does, well, she might not be able to really see the kind of a guy her husband really is. Ah, she does most of that Good Samaritan stuff hers because she is wise to Milt. It's to ease her conscience and to clean up the blood money he brings in. I see you don't know very much about Doris Havens, Logan. What do you mean? Well, for one thing, the dough she spends on that third street settlement house of hers is her own dough. She was worth over a million bucks when she married Milt Havens. I didn't know that. Well, of course not. You're just a cop, not a newspaper snooper like me. Why, that money was safely tied up in a trust fund. Or Milt would have gotten it away from her long ago to spend on other women. Hey, go ask for the gals, all right. Well, I'm going to get out of here before he shows up. I always feel better when I don't see Milt Havens. So long, Pal. So, wait a minute. You owe me gin rummy dough. Oh, I almost forgot. How much? Here's the score sheet. Read it and weep. Oh, really took me to the cleaners today, Logan. Look, I'm a little short. How about an IOU? Nuts, I want cash. Well, I got to eat, fella. Well, pawn your watch or you're overcoat. My Pal. Why did I ever come in here in the first place? Oh, 2560 points. Which comes to exactly $2.56. Oh, all right. Here. I hope Ann's got some money. Come in. Oh, thanks, Captain. Hello, Havens. Well, this is a pleasant surprise, my old friend Casey. Hi, Milt. I'll see you later, Logan. Oh, are you going? Yes, I got a date. Casey, as a newspaper man, you may be interested in my business with the captain. Oh, yeah? What is your business, Havens? Captain, I want you to look at a note that was delivered to my office this afternoon. Oh, first I'll read it to you and Casey. It says, this is your death warrant, Havens. There's a slug in my gap with your name on it. You're going to get it special delivery very soon from a guy you did dirt to. That's all. Let me see that note. Yeah, sure. Here. Any idea who sent it? No, not the slightest. We attorneys who specialize in criminal defense practice make many enemies, Captain. You think this note's from some former client who's just gotten out of jail? Well, it's a possibility. My thought in coming to see you, Captain, was that you might find fingerprints on this note. I'll have it gone over. While we're investigating, you'll want a police bodyguard, of course. No, thanks. I have a permit to carry a gun and I'm better than the fair shot and, frankly, I'm not worried. Okay. Oh, Casey, would you like to take a picture of me to run with the story of this death threat? It'll make a good newspaper copy for you and good publicity for me. If the threat really kills you, it'll be a good newspaper story, Havens, not otherwise. I've got to run along, Logan. Give Miss Williams my best, Casey. I hope you enjoy that new show at the Tivoli tonight. Yeah, thanks, pal. So long. Well, Casey... What? You're going to the Tivoli tonight. That's right, yeah. Well, so am I with Mrs. Havens. How about joining us afterwards for supper and a few drinks? No, thanks, but... You'll be with Mrs. Havens? Yes. My wife has always liked you, Casey. She'd enjoy having you with us. Your wife is aces with me. Well, thank you. It'll be a privilege to talk to her again. Oh, then it's a date? All right, yeah. We'll meet you in the lobby after the last act. Uh, partly for business reasons. Business reasons? Well, we could be lucky and get a story. The guy who wrote that note might be waiting outside of the theater for you... with his gun. There. There's Milt Havens and his wife, Annie. Oh, that tall, gray-haired woman is Miss Havens. Well, hello, Miss Williams. Casey, we've been waiting for you. Hello, Mr. Havens. Oh, Mr. Casey, it's so good to see you again. Well, it's good to see you, Mrs. Havens. Doris, you haven't met Casey's friend. This very pretty young lady is Miss Williams. Uh, my wife, Miss Williams. This is a pleasure, my dear. It's one for me, Mrs. Havens. I know about the wonderful work you've done through your settlement house... Let's get out of the theater, eh? My chauffeur will have the car waiting. We're taking you and Miss Williams to our home for a bite, Mr. Casey. Oh, that would be swell, thank you. Uh, Milton, dear. Oh, yes, Doris. When we get to the door, let me go out first and look around. The man who wrote you that note may be waiting outside. Oh, I shouldn't have told you about that silly note, Doris. Now, I'm in no danger. Eh, that's right, isn't it, Casey? I don't know. Well, you'd agree if you knew Bull, my chauffeur. He's an ex-heavyweight wrestler who also knows how to handle a gun. Hmm. Oh, there he is with the car. Uh, everything all right, Bull? All okay, Mr. Havens. Take my arm, Milton, before we go out the door. Someone might be waiting. Someone Bull hasn't noticed. And if I'm very close to him... Oh, all right. Now, you get into the car first. Very well. A man must humor these women, Casey. Yeah. Well, I'm safely inside. Come on, the rest of you. Let me help you, Mrs. Havens. Thank you, Mr. Casey. Annie. Oh, okay. Drive us home, Bull. Yes, sir. You, uh, weren't lucky, Casey. No news story. My, uh, threatening friend didn't come to the theater. I'm glad to be almost home, Milton. I've been so afraid every minute. Oh, now stop worrying, Doris. Please. Here we are, boss. Bull, look around before you open the car doors. I'll do that, Mrs. Havens. You won't do anything of the kind. We can see for ourselves that the street is deserted. Now, Doris, I'm getting tired of this scary stuff. Come on. Let me go out with you, Milton. I'll be close beside you. All right, Doris, but you're making me feel like a fool. Come on, Annie. There are a lot of dark places here. I wish... Casey! Guy with the gun! Havens, look out! Don't shoot my husband! Don't! Get away from me, Doris! Oh! Oh, Mrs. Havens. I got him, Bull. I shot him. I pumped some lead into him, too, boss. He's finished. He got in two shots before you fellas got your guns out. And the slugs caught your wife, Havens. Doris, shot Mrs. Havens. I'm afraid... I'm afraid she's dead. Oh, she stepped in front of me. That's how it looked. Let's have a look at the guy who killed her. Okay. He's done for, Mr. Casey. The boss and I got her. Wait a minute. Let me see. Wait. His lips are moving. He's trying to talk. Here, let me at him. I'll finish him. Drop that gun, Havens. Drop it. They killed my wife. I have the right to... Hold him, Bull. Hold him. We can't let you do something foolish, boss. The man's murmuring something, Casey. I know. I'll lift his head and make him... Okay. What is it, guy? What is it? Now, let me go. Let me go, Bull. I'm going to finish him. Oh. He's finished now, Havens. The guy who shot your wife is dead. Dead. Did... did he say anything, Casey? No. But his lips seem to form two words. Two words? Double cross. I... I recognize this rat. I defended him several years ago and lost him. He went to prison. He... he probably thought I'd crossed him up. Maybe he was trying to talk about the past. I wonder. Why... what do you mean? I've got a hunch, Havens. A nasty hunch. The Last Post Friends, instead of delivering a regular commercial at this time, allow me to read you this telegram that I just received. Lancaster, Ohio, quote, Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation scientists announce perfection, amazing new method of manufacturing oven glass in beautiful, rich, warm, opaque ivory. Development, result of years of research, is first of its kind in history, makes possible introduction of completely new and far more beautiful line of oven glass called Ivory Fire King. 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Well, it's open and shut, Casey. His fingerprints were on that threatening note that Havens received. Well, that makes all the parts fit perfectly. Not quite. Mrs. Havens was killed instead of her husband. Well, that was accidental. You say she jumped in front of him. No, no, Miss Williams says that. Well, she did jump in front of Havens. I saw her do it, so did the chauffeur. And her husband, who was closest to her, says that she jumped in front of him. I'm not believing anything that Havens guy says. Everything happened so fast, Annie. You can't be sure of what you saw. Neither can Bull the chauffeur, and I'm not sure of what I saw. I couldn't swear of what I think I saw. I do think that Havens pushed his wife away when she tried to step in front of him. I think I saw the gunman aimed directly at her and not at her husband. I think Havens was behind the murder of his wife. That's what I think. Casey, you despise that man so much you can't be reasonable. Well, he tried to put another bullet into the killer, didn't he? He learned he was still alive and trying to talk. Well, he was half mad because of his wife's death. No, no, no, Anne. He was afraid that guy would tell us that he'd been hired to kill Doris Havens. So Havens double-crossed him, shot him. So he'd never be able to give away the deal. Well, that's only your stubborn theory. Well, there's a good basis for it. The way Havens set the stage in Logan's office with that threatening note. The way he got you and me for witnesses when he learned that we were going to the Tivoli. I'd have to swear that that ex-con Barker shot Mrs. Havens. That Havens shot him in self-defense. But Casey, since that Barker's fingerprints were found on that threatening note... Well, that only builds my theory, Ethelburg. Sure, Barker was an experienced crook. He wouldn't have left incriminating prints on that note if he sent such a note. But if he was working for Havens, Havens could easily have gotten his prints on a blank sheet of paper and then have printed the note himself. Ah, that is a angle. Well, that's all it is. How about motive, Casey? Havens had nothing to gain by his wife's death. Her money is in a trust fund that he won't inherit. If he just lost his taste for her, well, divorce was simpler than murder and a lot less dangerous. He wouldn't have dared to try divorcing her. Why wouldn't he have dared? Some of the toughest crooks in this town have a soft spot for Doris Havens because she'd helped so many of them. Helped them and their families. If it had gotten around that Havens was giving her the double cross, he'd have had orders to lay off or else. Well, you still haven't a motive. I know, I know. I can't figure why he'd want to get rid of her. I just, I just feel that he did. That's all I... Oh, that's... Hmm. You know who Claudia Stafford is? Who doesn't? Claudia Stafford is the heiress who has over ten million in her own name. Poor girl. What about her? I was thinking her chauffeur comes in here occasional and when he gets tight he gets confidential with us bartenders. Well, the last time I'd have him he told me that Claudia Stafford and Milt Haven was carrying a torch for one another. Huh? What? Yeah, he said there was meat and regular, Casey. Why Annie? With Havens free to become that dame's husband. She has full control of her estate. Well, there's his motive. The Stafford Doe. The same thought occurred to me while you was talking, Casey. Well, so what? There's still no evidence that Haven was behind his wife's murder. They've got to get evidence in. If he hired Barker for the job... Captain Logan can check up on Barker. He may have said or done something that... Oh, the cops will have a tough time on that kind of checkup and they may get nowhere. There's a clue here. Barker was a crook and associated with crooks. They're the only people he'd spill anything to and they won't help the cops. No. Wait a minute, though. A few of them might help me. Fats Everett likes you, Casey, and you've done him some favors. Yes, I was thinking of Fats Everett, Anne. He's the gang boss of the West Side where Mrs. Havens had her settlement house. Yeah. I'm going over and have a talk with Fats Everett. You've got quite an interesting theory about Mrs. Havens killing Casey. Yeah, I thought you'd find it worth listening to, Fats. You knew Mrs. Havens and you know her husband. She was a swell woman. Yes. You spoke to the cops about your suspicions? To keep the record straight, Fats, I've told Captain Logan what I've told you. Anne? He said there was only one chance in a million of proving up on my idea. Mm-hmm. You didn't tell Logan or any other cop that you were going to talk to me? No. Okay. Now forget you've talked to me. I'll speak to some of the guys about this Barker rod hut. You'll hear from me later. Thanks, Fats. Think nothing of it, Casey. Photography Department, Casey Spien. This is Everett. Fats! It's been two weeks since I talked to you. Have you found out anything? Some things take time, chum. I'm down to my joint. I want you to meet a guy. So long. Where's the next room, Casey? I want you to meet in there. You got him locked up, Fats? Mm-hmm. That's him. Get up, Doby. You're going to let me out of here now, Mr. Everett, huh? Close your trap, if you're told over. Yeah, I will, Mr. Everett. Don't hit me again. Now tell this guy what you told me. Okay, Mr. Everett, okay. It's about Barker. We was in Sturticot, and we got sprung at the same time. And he was never sore at that march. Wait a minute. Barker told you that? Yeah. I was his pal. And he told me our Havens was going to pay him a grand to knock off his wife. Barker got a hundred bucks of it in advance. Which was all he got, except some slugs from Havens' gut. And Barker bought Hooch with a hundred, and him and me, and him and me, we got pie right together. And that's when he told me about Havens and the job that he'd been hired to do. He wouldn't even tell a pal like me that unless we was full of red-eye like that. Your theory was 100%, Casey. Now will you let me out of here, Mr. Everett, and will you give me a bottle of red-eye? Sit down. Shut up. This guy's an alcoholic, Fats. He's Everett and that's crummy. He'd been in a bug house. But he was Barker's pal. I've checked. Yeah. His testimony would be a... be worth a plug nickel in court. An ex-con, he's a rummy and a nut. He says Barker was drunk when he told him about Havens. Well, D.A. wouldn't even try for an indictment on the strength of his story. He's the best I could do for you, Casey. And I believe his story. I've checked. Well, there's still no evidence against Havens. He's gonna get away with what he's done. He killed a swell woman. Yeah, she was tough. She's dead and he'll go on living, living better than he ever has before on Claudia Stafford's dole. I guess that old gal Justice is blind. I try to think she is, Casey, for my own sake. But all guys like me are just a little bit afraid of her. Blind or not, she seems to get around... and to catch up with the fastest runners. We don't get away. Well, Havens is getting away. Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right. You want to take this jerk to the cops or shall I turn him loose? Well, it won't do any good, but I'll take him to the cops. Now, get him out of here, then. All right, come on, you. Come on. No, don't take me to the cops. Shut up. So long, Casey. Have you seen anyone these days? So the cops and the D.A. wouldn't do nothing about that ex-con story, huh, Casey? There's nothing they could do, Ethelbert. Guy's worthless as a witness. It looks like Havens committed the perfect crime when he can't be punished for it. Oh, I can't believe that. Well, I'm watching it happen, Anne. Hello, Casey. Good evening, Miss Williams. Fats Everett. Well, how are you, Ethelbert? Fine. I don't see you in here very often, Mr. Everett. Well, this isn't my part of town. I just happened to be up here on business when I remembered this Blue Note Cafe was your hangout, Casey, so I thought I'd drop in. Anything on your mind, Fats? Oh, nothing but a good time. There's a new night spot just opened in my district and got a part interest in it. Thought you and Miss Williams might like to pay it a visit tonight as my guests. Oh, thanks, fellow. We just put the paper to bed, though, and I'm dead tired. Oh, so am I. Another time, Mr. Everett. A guy both of you know has reserved a table at my new club tonight. You two might pick up a story with pictures. Who's the guy? I'd rather save him for a surprise. Join me? You, uh, tipping us to something, Fats? Maybe. Uh-huh. That's enough, Casey. Let's go. My car's outside. You'll ride with me. There's my new nightclub, Miss Williams. We'll park here. Wait a minute. Your joint's almost directly across the street from the Third Street Settlement House, Fats. You're Mrs. Haven's place. Yeah. She did a lot of good in this neighborhood. Well, come on, let's get out of this bus. Wait a second now till I light a fresh cigar. Oh, sure. What time you got, Casey? Uh, half past 12. 1229, to be exact. Mm-hmm. That checks with my watch, so we both must be right. Just the shank of the evening. Let's go. Got your camera, Casey? Yeah, sure. I got it. I think you two will get a kick out of my new club. They're drawing some of the most important people in town, Casey. Well, look, suppose you break down now and tell us who the guy is you spoke of. Guy? Yeah, the one we know who's reserved the table might be good for a story. Oh, oh. It's the mayor. The mayor? Oh. We're joining his party. You know his honor, Miss Williams. He's always good for a story. Uh-huh. And it won't hurt your new club if we run something about him being there. That's right. We can use some free publicity. Ann. Huh? Milt Havens just came out of that club. Hey, the car across the street is burning. Oh, it's getting away. I'm getting a picture of this fat, what's he got? I'm sorry I bumped your arm, Casey. I would have gotten a picture of that murder car, Fats, if you hadn't bumped my arm. Oh, the car's gone now. It's around the corner. Never mind the car. Let's have a look at Havens. All right. It's dead, Casey. Bullets almost cut him in two. Here's a picture you really wanted, Casey. The dead body of a rat. I've taken, Fats. Huh. And you brought me down here to take pictures of the mayor. We'll join the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. No deposit, no return. Get it, friends? Those four words, no deposit, no return, are sweeping the United States like wildfire. They mean that you can now buy your favorite brand of beer and ale in a new kind of glass bottle. 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Well, we can't prove that, Casey. No, Annie, there's no evidence we can't prove it. I've told the cops everything I know, but Fats covered every angle just like Haven's did. He didn't even lie to us about the mayor. His honor was in that club. Fats Ebert thought Mrs. Haven's was a fine woman. Yeah, but even so, Fats was entirely wrong if he took the law into his own hands. I guess that old gal Justice will get him too in the end. That's right. She never fails. That bandage on her eyes is just a gag. You didn't think that a few days ago. Well, I've had good reason to change my mind. You never can tell about women. Women? Justice is supposed to be, ain't she, a woman? Oh. It's getting harder to tell about them all the time, especially with this here new look. It ain't justice, Casey. Why, if them skirts get much longer, us men might as well be blind. Annie, I think we're approaching a change of subject. I can see that. Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen. Good night. Crime photographer starring Stats Cotsworth as Casey is written by Alonzo Dean Cole. It 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. All products of Anchor Hocking, the most famous name in glass. Crime Photographer is directed by John Dietz and is based on a fictional character of Flash Gun Casey created by George Harmon Cox. 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. Crime Photographer, under a new sponsorship, will be brought to you next week, same time, same station. Be sure to listen in. And friends, this completes the current series of Crime Photographer programs under the sponsorship of the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation. Our thanks to you listeners for your local support and to all those who have had a part in making these programs so interesting and exciting. This is Tony Marvin saying good night for the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, with offices in all principal cities of the United States and Canada. This is CBS Columbia Broadcasting System.
