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These ready-to-serve giant King-size premium grains of Wheat and Rice have added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. What's more, they're shot from guns. Exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender. Bigger and better tasting. Try this thrifty, easy-to-fix deluxe treat that makes the whole family breakfast happy. Try Quaker Pop Wheat and Rice tomorrow. The town of Tumble Rock was as rough as any community in the entire Yukon territory. Constable Brooks did his best to maintain law and order, but he was ineffectual against Ace Broderick, who ran the Tumble Rock Cafe and the grim Ruffians who frequented the place. The local lawman was glad to unload his responsibility on Corporal Newton of the Northwest Mowries, who had just arrived at his office. I'm telling you, Corporal Newton, that Broderick outfit is just too strong for me to handle. Broderick does what he pleases in that cafe and gets away with it. Have you proof that his friends have broken the law? Proof? A man don't get proof against the Broderick outfit, Corporal. There's not a man in town with dad to testify against any of those gunslingers. Well, Dolly, sakes alive. What's aiming you, girl? From North Creek. Come on, Dolly, calm down. This here is Corporal Newton. Uh, Corporal, meet Dolly Martin. Hello, Miss Martin. Her folks are among the first to settle in this part of the country. Now sit down here, honey. Tell me about your dad. Did he sell his interest in that mining claim? Yes. Yes, he did. He got $5,000 in cash. But Ace Broderick stole the money from him. Ace Broderick, huh? Broderick not only stole the money, but he had dad beaten up. He's home. You see, last night when he got into town, it was almost midnight. Well, he hadn't had supper, sir. He stopped into Broderick's place for a bite to eat before he came home. He started eating, and that's all he can remember until he wakened this morning. Where'd he wake up? In Broderick's office. He was dizzy and weak, and his money was gone. He accused Broderick of putting a drug into his food and stealing his money. You see, Corporal Newton, it's just the kind of trick that Broderick would pull. What'd Broderick say? He said, Dad, it spent the night gambling and drinking, and he'd lost his money. The lion pole catcher, Pa, never drinks and never gambles. Then when Dad argued Broderick called his men, they beat him and threw him out of the cafe. Can't something be done? I don't know, Dolly. It's your father's word against Ace Broderick and a dozen men who'd swear that Broderick is telling the truth. Broderick and slick McGill would laugh at me if I'd talk to him. Who is slick McGill? He was a lawyer back in the States. He's a smooth talking critter. He's Broderick's partner. Brooks, do you think this girl's father is telling the truth? Bill Martin? Why, I'd stake my life on it. Of course he's telling the truth. I've known Bill Martin for over 20 years, and I've yet to hear him say anything that isn't true. That's all I wanted to know. What are you going to do? The mounted police are given broad powers to serve justice on the spot. I'm going to see about getting back Martin's cash. Well, I'll go with you. You go home with this girl and see what you can do for her father. I think I can handle the situation better if I'm alone. Broderick's cafe was practically deserted at that hour of the morning. When the youthful corporal entered, he saw four hard-faced men idling in a corner table and a swamper languidly mopping the floor. The bartender turned from the glass he had been polishing and greeted the mounting. Well, red corner. Where's Broderick? Why are you asking? Why do you want to see him? Hey! Where's Broderick? Let go of my coat. I have no time to waste. Answer my question quickly. All right, all right. The boss is in his office. There's that door right there. Thanks. Neaton gets so rough with a man. Amundi. I'm Corporal Newton. Are you ace Broderick? That's right. And this is my partner, Slick McGill. It's customary to wrap on a door, especially when the door is marked flabby. Broderick. Last night, a man named Martin came in here with a lot of money. Oh, yeah. I remember the poor galout. I should have known better than to mix gambling and drinking. I came to get the cash you lost. You what? Ended over. Say, now, just what kind of talk is that? Corporal, I don't know what you've heard, but I'm sure if you had the two facts, you'd know better than to expect Mr. Broderick to refund any gambling license. Martin didn't lose his money gambling, and you two know it. I'll see here, Corporal. I have witnesses ready. This is not a court trial, and I'm not interested in what your witnesses say. Martin was robbed, and I'm here to get his money. Perhaps if it's returned to him, he'll let the matter drop and overlook the beating you gave him. Now, hand it over. Money? You think you can come here and bulldoze me? No, you don't, Robert. No! Or you're trying to pull a sneak gun, huh? You should really think you could get away with shooting an officer. I can get away with anything. Wait a minute, Broderick. Don't lose your... And you keep out of this! I'll show this mouth of your finger, too! Broderick! Sorry, Broderick. I didn't mean to knock you down, but you shouldn't swing on me. Why, you... Come on, I'll help you to your... Let me alone! What's the matter with you, slick? Can't you give your partner a hand when you see him beating up like this? It's your argument. Well, maybe you'd better do as Martin says and hand over the money. All right. All right, I'll give it back. I got some cash right here in this drawer. Now you're showing sense. Don't try any more sudden tricks, Broderick. Open me! You... Ha-ha! Who did, didn't I? You never looked for me to shoot from the drawer on my desk. You... Ah, that Mowdy had it coming. Get away from that door, Bollie. Go back to your Bollie. Wait a minute, wait a minute. You better let me handle this from now on. Give me a hand, Bollie. I heard a gunshot. I said, come here. It's the Mowdy. It's the Broderick. He's dead. Well, what about him? Any strangers out in the big room? No, Mr. McGill. There's no one out there except the boys that don't hear nothing and don't ask questions. But, gosh, Mowdy, this is bad. He pulled a gun on me first. He was gonna shoot me. I... It was self-defense. Shut up, you fool. You know better than to try a story like that. You'd have been smart to return the cash as that Mowdy wanted. When you shot him, you dug a deep hole and you were at the bottom of it. You were in trouble. All right, all right, all right, McGill. I'm in trouble and I admit it. Get a couple of the boys, bury him somewhere so he'll never be found. You can't bury anything when the ice is as thick as it is now. The ground is frozen underneath it. Well, get him out of here. Get him where I can't see him. Get him where I'll do something. I'll do something. You just keep your head. Now listen to me and do as I say. If you bug me, I'll give you some instruction. It was several weeks later when Sergeant Preston and his great dog, King, visited Constable Brooks in the town of Tumble Rock. You see, Brooks, Corporal Newton was supposed to report to headquarters. There was no word from him. They sent us out. Us? King and me. Oh, yes, of course, Sergeant, you and your dog. Well, I've given you the facts. You've put them down in your notebook. Let me check them with you. Newton left your office here to call on Broderick. That's right, Sergeant Preston. That was the last any of us heard of him. You don't know whether he got to the cafe or not. I waited around a long time, and when Newton didn't come back, I went to see Broderick. He said he hadn't seen anything of Corporal Newton. What do you think? Well, I don't trust Broderick. I wouldn't believe anything he told me. And the same goes for his partner, Slick McGill. As for the barkeeper and the swamper and the rest of Broderick's gang, there isn't a one of them would go against anything that Broderick says. You think Newton reached the cafe? Now, here's the way I size it up, Sergeant Preston. I figure something must have happened to him in the cafe. And Broderick knows what happened. Broderick knows, sure he does. And so does Slick McGill, his partner and the bartender. And so do a number of others. All right, Brooks. Thanks for your help. And here's something else you should know, Sergeant. What's that? I went looking for Newton about an hour after he left here. Yes? Broderick and Slick McGill were there together in Broderick's office. They were wearing their macanors and hats. Don't they have a stove in that cafe? They have one, and she was going full blast. But in spite of that, the office was cold. The window was wide open. Wide open? Mighty cold day, too, Sergeant. They had the window open because they wanted to air out the office. Why? Because a gun had been fired. In spite of the fresh air, I smelled powder smoke. Oh. It wasn't very strong, but I've got a good nose and I know powder smoke when I smell it. That's very interesting. And there's something else. The floor between Broderick's desk and the office door was fresh scrubbed, not the whole floor, just that one part. As if someone wanted to wash out blood stains. That's what I'm getting at, Sergeant. Broderick saw me, I, and the floor where it was still damp. He said something about the bartender having dropped a tray full of food and drinks. Thanks, Brooks. We'll see what Broderick has to say. And just a second, Sergeant. One more thing before you go. Yes? Be careful. Broderick's awful hot tempered. Hot tempered enough to shoot a man, even a Northwest murdered policeman. Come on, King, let's call him, Broderick. 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With King at his side, the Mouty went to Broderick's cafe. He strode through the long bar room looking neither to the right nor left and opened the door to Broderick's office. Hey, what? I want to talk to you, Broderick. Mouty. Mouty. Come on, King. Mind if I step in? If you didn't mind, it wouldn't matter. You are in. Might at least wrap on the door. Yes, I might. And that dog, I don't like dogs. I don't allow him in my place. He doesn't like dogs, King. He'll sit there on the corner and be quiet, boy. What do you want? I'm Sergeant Preston. Well, what about it? You're not very consistent, Broderick. Huh? I understood that you liked a lot of fresh air. It's much warmer today than it was when the constable was here. But today, your windows closed. Do you mind if I keep my window closed? Is there a law against it? A lot of smoke in there, too. But it's tobacco smoke. Not nearly as objectionable as burnt gunpowder. See here, mister. Just what are you after? A few weeks ago, Corporal Newton came here, but he didn't leave. That's not so. Newton wasn't inside my place. I meant that Newton came here to tumble rock. Lord, been scrubbed recently? Oh, stop beating around the bush. What do you want? Did you kill Corporal Newton? What? Constable Brooks thinks you did. Why? Didn't slick McGill witness the shooting. There wasn't any shooting. I know better than to shoot a Mountie. You think I'm crazy enough to figure that I could get away with shooting a Mountie? You think for one minute? Uh, I'm in a tempered man does foolish things. You are a hot tempered, aren't you, Broderick? How about that temper of yours that got me into a lot of trouble? Oh, what's this in the door? A bullet hole. That's an old one. Oh, it doesn't look so very old. I'll tell you something. Quiet. Let me examine this. Now, let me see. Sergeant Preston turned his back on the man behind the desk and examined the bullet hole very closely. If you fired from where you were sitting, a bullet would enter the door at just about this point. After going through a man who stands where I am. Unseen by Preston, Broderick grew a sneak gun from beneath his coat and took aim at the Mountie's back. I've had enough of this! With the appearance of the gun, King wanted to action leaving a Broderick. That's it, King! Take him away! Take him away! Let go of me! Make him let go! You break my eyes! First I'll take this gun. All right, King. That'll do, boy. That dog is... So you were going to gun me, eh, Broderick? Shoot me in the back. Is that how you shot me? No, no, no. Or did you shoot him when he was facing you? Listen, Preston, listen to me. If King hadn't been watching you, you'd have killed me. Now, let's have the truth. What happened to Newton? I had... Come on out with it. He did come here, didn't he? He came and got you angry and you shot him, isn't it? What's going on, idiot? Slipped it! Why, King? Keep out of it, boy, for the time being. How did you get in here? You must be Slick McGill. Yes, you called me. Your partner here just tried to shoot me in the back. Hey, Broderick, you fool. Just the way he shot Corporal Newton. No, no, I didn't. Slick, I didn't say a thing. He's trying to pin the Newton murder on me. So Newton was murdered. Well, I... Broderick, you'd better keep your mouth shut. The first thing you'll know, you'll give the mountain the idea that you had something to do with Newton's disappearance. I knew it, but no, he disappeared. Everyone in town knows that. The Constable has been asking questions for the past several weeks. Oh. It is quite possible that he met with foul play. There are a number of rather rough characters in Tumble Rock, but of course it would be practically impossible to prove he was murdered, unless you could find his dead body. McGill, you've given me an idea. Indeed. I should have done that in the first place. Should have done what? Should have found the body. It won't be hard to find with King's help. Yes, boy, we'll start out right away. Broderick, at the time being, I'm going to overlook the fact that you do a gun on me. My partner has a habit of drawing his gun quite often. Oh? It's just a nervous gesture, Sergeant. You wouldn't shoot anyone. At least not while King's on watch. Come on, King. By the way, Broderick, you won't have to scrub your floor today, will you? Why? Broderick, how many times must I tell you to control that temper? But, but, Slick, he knows a lot more than he's telling. Wait a minute. Let me make sure he's not listening. I said the door. It's all right. He's going out the front door. Do you think you'll find the body? No. That dog is. That dog's plenty smart. I've heard of King. Broderick, if the dog had his scent to follow, he would be different, but he has nothing. Now, stop worrying and let me handle things. Sergeant Preston and King hurried back to the office of Constable Brooks. When the Mountie told about his call on Broderick, the grizzled old lawman nodded knowingly. Now, you see what I mean, Sergeant Preston? Broderick's got a hair-trigger temper. You took a big chance getting him riled like that than turning your back on him. It wasn't such a big chance, Brooks. King was right there and he watched every move Broderick made. But even so, why'd you take such a risk? Three reasons. First, I wanted to let Broderick know that he was suspected. Second, I wanted to see if he'd go all the way. All the way? He'd do a gun on me so it's reasonable to believe that he'd drawn Corporal Newton. I reckon that's right. But you said there were three reasons. What's the third? I wanted Broderick to see King in action. And according to what you just told me, he saw plenty of action. But why? Because Broderick must be made to think that King can do something that's beyond the capabilities of other dogs. I reckon everyone that's heard of your dog knows that. In this case, we're called on to accomplish more than even King can do. Meaning what? Before we can file a charge of murder, we've got to find the body. Newton's? Yes, and that won't be easy. You see, there's no trail for King to follow. Weeks have elapsed since Newton disappeared. The trail's cold, literally and figuratively. There's been a lot of snow since then. And even if there hadn't, King has no scent to follow. That's so, Sergeant. The ground's too hard frozen for burying. But there's a thousand places nearby where our body could be hid. What's your next move? Broderick's men have got to show us the hiding place. How? Brooks. You told me there were several of Broderick's friends in the cafe when you went there a couple of hours after Newton left your office. That's right. Who were they? Well, there was the Swamper and the Barkeep and there were four men playing cards at one time. The Swamper? Huh? You said that Broderick's office floor had been washed. Part of it? The Swamper would have to be in on it. He must know about that murder. He probably does. You can never make him talk. He and everyone else who works for Broderick knows what would happen to anyone who crosses that crook. What's the Swamper's name? Lafitte. I'd like to get him in here casually. Casually? I don't want to make a point of bringing him in. No arrests? By no means. Well, he passes my office on his way to and from work. He generally goes by in the morning around nine o'clock. That'll do it. Come on, King. Where are you going now? We're leaving town. But we'll be back early in the morning. Meet me here about 8.30. Good enough, Sergeant. I don't know what you've got in mind, and I don't like to discourage you. But if you're thinking of getting Lafitte to squeal on Broderick... No, Constable. I am counting on Lafitte to squeal, but not on Broderick. See you in the morning. Lafitte, who mopped the floors and washed the dishes in Broderick's café, was on his way to work at the usual time. As he came abreast the Constable's office, the door opened and books called out. Hey, you, Lafitte! Huh? Oh! We sure miss you. We sure. This is my office for a minute, will you? Uh... Well, I, uh... Oh, sure. Sergeant Preston would like a couple of words with you. Oh, thank you. You know Sergeant Preston, don't you? Sergeant, this is Jane Lafitte. Oh, yes. I saw you yesterday when I left the café. We miss you. Sit down, Lafitte. Oh, just a minute. I'll take that stuff off the chair. Just brought it in this morning. Hey, hey, hey, boys. Maybe I'd better lock those things up in the safe. No hurry, Constable. I'll just put them on your desk here. Well, that's important evidence. I'll lose it. I'll keep an eye on it. Sit down, Lafitte. Oh, yes. Now, uh... You know I'm working on the murder of Corporal Newton, don't you? I... I do not know anything, Mr.... But you did know that Newton had been shot. No, no. I hear that he's being looked for. I do not know that he is dead. No doubt of that. Now, Lafitte, I'm going to give you a chance to tell me all you know about the shooting. I'd advise you to tell the truth. I know nothing. I tell you I know nothing. You cannot accuse me of anything. I do nothing but wash the floor. You'll wash the floor of Broderick's office on the day of the murder. I wash it when he tells me to do so. That is all I know. I know nothing, Monsieur. I know nothing at all. You think I'm killer? No, no. I'm not killer. No, you have to question him, Sergeant. I just saw him passing. Thought he might be able to tell us a few things. But never mind, Lafitte. I... I am free to go. Yes. We'll see. I must hurry. But I am late for work. Oh, uh... By the way, Lafitte. We... There's no one I called you in here. Just forget about it. No, we... I do as you say. I forget you call me in. When Lafitte reached the cafe, Broderick and McGill stood near the bar. And a couple of their friends were at a nearby table. They, as well as Baldi, knew by the squabbers' manner that something unusual had taken place. What's the matter with you, Lafitte? Monsieur. Monsieur. I'm stopped at the office of the constable. Looks office. Why? That Monde is there. This is how I'm pressed on. I thought he left town last evening. He did. He's back, huh? Why did he stop you? I am inside. I am to sit by the desk and answer questions. About what? Oh, Monsieur Broderick. He's about the murder of the Corporal Newton. Who said he was murdered? It is known, Monsieur. His sergeant knows it. He has found the body. What? Who said so? Did he tell you that? No, he does not say so. But he asks things. The gun belt, the leather pouch, the blade, and also I see some letters that are addressed to the Corporal Newton. Guilty, you hear that? Confounded? You baldy. I told you to hide that body. Now, boss, I did. Me and Peter... Wait a minute. Wait a minute. How do we know the body has been found? But I saw those things... Preston just laid them out there, so you would see them and tell us about them. That's right. You might have expected Lafitte to break down and tell what he knew. Did you say anything? No, I'm not sure. I said not even... If Preston is playing a trick, we've got to know it. Unless he finds the body, he'll have no case at all if we stick to our story. Hey, baldy. Huh? You go and find out. Find out. Go and see if things are as you left them. The gun belt pouch and everything else in place. We'll soon know what Preston is trying to trick you. Baldi left the cafe and traveled by a devious route over icy ground that showed no footprints to a cave about a quarter of a mile beyond the edge of town. Inside, he moved some heavy rocks that had been mounted to form a carn. It was an hour later. Broderick and McGill were waiting in the cafe for Baldi's return. Lafitte had taken the place of the bartender in the meantime. Maybe someday Lafitte can have a permanent job as a barkeeper. Look, look. That's my deal. Good morning, gentlemen. Are you back again? Official business this time. Take off the apron, Lafitte. You're going with us. What do you mean? You're under arrest as an accessory to murder. What's that? You know, Broderick, when you see a man beside a dead body, it's pretty good evidence of murder. Why? Let me do the talking. Now, see here, Sergeant. Baldi's in jail. When he realized we could hang him for the murder of Corporal Newton, he told all he knew. It's a trick, if you think I'm... Not this time, Broderick. It was a trick to make you send someone to find out if the body had been discovered. King followed Baldi's trail. You are under arrest for murder. No. McGill, Lafitte, and Pete Savoy are under arrest as accessories. Well, I won't be taking a life. No, you don't hate him. Get him. No, we've got a fight. Let's get in there. The late dog King came charging to the street where he'd been waiting for Constable Brooks and Bill Martin. When the three joined in the fight, the end was quick and coming. I quit. I quit. Pull off this dog. All right, King, little, little boy. As I said before, you're all under arrest. If anyone wants to renew the fight, we may save the hangman some work. I could not help it, my part. He made me clean the floor. He would kill me if I had talked. Shut up, Lafitte. You'll have your day in court, Lafitte. The same as Baldie and the others. Oh, Sergeant, this is Bill Martin. You never met him, but I thought I'd ask him to join me for the finish. You see, he's the one that Broderick robbed of $5,000. Oh, I'm glad to know you, Martin. I don't know whether or not we can get your money back, but we'll try. It's all right with me if you don't get it back, Sergeant. It's worth a lot more than that to get these poor cats out of business. That's a mangy dog. Yes, you. You hadn't had a jumpy out of Finish Preston yesterday. I agree with you, Broderick. Thanks to King, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of next Monday's program. Don't forget, here's how easy it is to collect official authentic college-penant cutouts of your favorite big-time football teams or schools. These famous colorful flags come only on the backs of packages of breakfast cereals shot from guns. That's Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. These key new college penants or flags are yours without it costing you a single extra penny. So take a tip. Ask now for Quaker Puffed Wheat or Rice. And here's another tip. Whatever you do, be sure to listen to this program next week. You aren't going to hear a very special announcement. Terrific news. You're going to have a chance to get something that's out of this world. So stand by. Be on hand. Be listening next week. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendle and directed by Fred Flower Day. This story was written by Fran Stryker. A part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Monday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of... The extra uniform. Little did I think when I started out with an extra uniform on my sled that it would cause me to be hunted as a criminal, but it did. Then I found ourselves in serious trouble and I nearly died in a blizzard. Don't miss the unfolding of this exciting story. Be sure to hear this exciting story Monday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. So long. 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