 The Makers of Old Nick. Old Nick! Oh boy, Old Nick is a wonderful candy bar. And Feta Honey. Feta Honey? It's a honey, honey, honey of a candy bar. Present David Harding, Counterspy. Washington calling David Harding, Counterspy. Washington calling David Harding, Counterspy. Harding, Counterspy. Before we begin today's Counterspy case sally, let's try another experiment in psychology with Feta Honey Candy Bar. Like the one they reported in Life Magazine a while back when we did mental telepathy for Old Nick? Yes, except today just for fun, let's try condition reaction. Jesse Crawford will help us. And now, in the Feta Honey song, these four notes stand for the words Feta Honey. Those notes are a musical symbol for the words Feta Honey. In a few seconds, our listeners will find that little tune brings the same sense of delicious satisfaction that is now produced by the words Feta Honey. Okay, here we go. Ladies and gentlemen, it's always fine, but especially in the summertime. You see, has a distinctive mild honey flavor, sprinkled all through. Our crunchy crushed almonds, the separate wrapping of the six generous pieces in a candy bar makes it extra easy and convenient to eat in summertime. What's more, the unusual zesty flavor of candy bar is especially appropriate to warm weather. For yourself, wherever fine candy is sold, ask for candy bar this evening if you can. You'll agree that yes, Feta Honey is a honey, honey, honey of a candy bar and only five cents. On last April 11, Mary Linton, a dark complexioned woman of 30 with intense piercing eyes stood in the center of the large Brooklyn garage which she owned, watching several men work on some late model automobiles. Kara Linton, her younger sister and a very pretty girl watched the repair work for a moment and then turned to Mary. Mary? Mary? Huh? Ah, sorry, Kara, are you saying something? Yeah, I think I'm gonna trot off to the movie. Stick around for a while, Kara. Oh, but Mary, I don't do anything. Stick around! I'm expecting Jack Taylor soon. Mary, you know how I feel about you. And I know how Jack feels about you. Stay put, say hello to him. I hate him, he's a good boy. He's all right, if he'll stick with me, he's gonna have a good future. Besides, he's crazy about you. Oh, please, Mary, I do. That must be Jack now. All right, open her up, Tony. Hello, Jack. Kara, are you waiting for me, beautiful? No, I was just... She stayed to say hello to you, Jack. Hey, what do you think of this car? It's a real beaut, ain't she? Really? 1942 Luxe. Mm-hmm. Good enough. Kara, didn't I tell you Jack is a smart boy? Yeah. You can't be a dodo and pick up cars like this, Kara. You know, Mary, the sucker didn't even leave his keys in ignition. I had to switch wires to start it. And it only took me 50 seconds flat. Well, that 50 seconds work, you're gonna get 250 bucks. 250 bucks? Hey, this car's worth 1,800. If you had a bill of sale for a check. Now, I gotta have the serial numbers changed, switch parts, hit the car out of the country. 250's a good price for a hot car. Well, that sounded nice. I'll have to take it in one condition. What's that? Kara helps me spend it. No, I... Sure she will, Jack. Come on inside the office. I'll give you the money. Got your ride, Kara. I don't want anything to do with you. Which is still... I wish you'd listen when I want to say something. I know what you're gonna say. You don't like the racket we're in. Yes. How can you do this to me, then? Look, my darling sister, in my own funny way, I love you. Sure. I want you to be nice to Jack Taylor because the sap brings me $1,800 cars for 250. But if Jack or anybody gets fresh with you, I'll put a bullet in him myself. But it's not only Jack. I'm scared of the cops and the counterspires. If we're caught, I... I'll see that you slip out. Meanwhile, the racket is saying to this swell apartment all our clothes, anything we want. Honest, Mary, I'd rather go to work. Doing what? You can't even type. Forget it. Let me do the work. I'll take that. Yup. Miss Linton? Which one? Mary Linton. Speaking. Miss Linton, my name is Sam French. So? I'm your true friend of ours. So let me look you up. Who is it? Y'all? Al Fertin's a very good friend of mine. Al, my buddy. Can I come over to see you? Why not? We'll be home. You've got the address, I suppose. Right. All right. Who is that, Mary? Sam French from Chicago. He says Al Fertin sent him. Who? Al Fertin from Chicago. You don't know him. Anybody he sends over should be all right. You guess? Not sure, hmm? Nothing like making sure, Cora. We're gonna check before we get chummy. Mary Linton? Oh, no, I'm Cora Linton, her sister. Oh. Mary's inside. Will you come in? Thank you. Your sister says beautiful as... Don't move, Mr. French. I don't understand. What's your gun for? I'll tell you in a minute. Cora, see if Mr. French has a gun. All right. Yes, he has one. Take it. I have it. I'll step away from Mr. French. Now, Mr. French, you may walk into the living room. I still don't understand. I'm a friend of Al Fertin's. That's what you say, Mr. French. I want to hear it myself from Al Fertin. I'm phoning you. Did you send up a friend to see me? Well, there's a guy here now who claims he's Sam French. What does he look like? So far so good. A nice-looking boy with them blue eyes and blonde hair. Hold it. What'd you say about his hair? Wait, I forgot to tell you. Don't move. I've had it again and I'll blast you. Al, what'd you say was the color of Sam French's hair? Man, here is dark-haired black. Hold it. Now, wait a minute. Just give me a chance to talk with you. Talk fast. My hair's dyed. I had to pull the police. I didn't want them to know I was going to New York. The time in my hair, you'll see it's dyed. Oh, Mary, maybe he's telling the truth. He's got blue eyes. Don't move. Hello, Al. I'm not sure of this man. Anything more definite I can identify? French has a little strawberry mark on his left arm. Try to get it off once. Wait a minute. I'll see. You. Roll up your left sleeve. That's right. My bookmark. It's in old Al's. Oh, don't get in front of him. Just see what he's got on his left arm. There's a small red marker. First mark. There's a scar around it. Your hair could be dyed. Uh, thanks, Al. Drop in when you're in New York. I guess you're all right, Sam. I wouldn't want to go through that again. Far. I had to be sure. You're a smart day, Mary. Like Al said. Just the kind of day I want to hook up with. We can talk about that at dinner. I know a nice place where we can talk. We owe you a treat for that scare. Anything else you'd like, Sam, or? Nothing, Mary. Nothing, Mary. Now, can I get down to business? What's on your mind? I'm looking for a New York contact, Mary. Like you. I can pick up cars in Chicago and point west and ship them to New York. What makes you think I'm interested? Well, Burton tells me you've got some swell outlets. Mexico, South America. I managed to get rid of my car. You could make plenty getting rid of my car. Sure. But there's something else. What? The Cicero Mob. So? Who's running the Cicero Mob now? Nobody knows. Well, whoever he is, he's a smart operator. The Cicero Mob is my main competition. Run into each other. That's what's worrying you? They're tough. What do you think's gonna happen to you, Sam, if you steal cars in their territory and ship them to me? I'll take my chances. I've got a few boys on my own left. We'll handle the Cicero Mob if we have to. All right. It'll be your fuel. And you'll take my shipments? As many as you can deliver. Good. You'll get my first shipment when I get back to Chicago. Then let me. That depends on Cora. Me? I don't understand. I'd like to spend a few days in New York. That is, if you will show me around. Really, Sam? Sure, Cora. I'll step out with you, Sam. You'll be glad to. Won't you, Cora? Well, you could drive this well, Cora. Well, this car drives itself. Did you get it, Mr. French? I bought it. I wouldn't drive a stolen car. Certainly a bit of honey of a car. Turn it to that dirt road ahead. Why? It's a shortcut. Now stop. I will not. No? Then I will. I'll take the key. Sam, please. Better relax, Cora. I won't hurt you. Sam, please give me that key. Uh-huh. When I call Mary, she's not gonna love me, Sam. But you're not going to, Cora. Sam, she'll kill you, I swear. I can take care of myself. Once more, I'm gonna take care of you. Sam, you wouldn't. That's not what you think. I'm just going to sort of hold you in protective custody. Protective? What for? I just want your sister to come to terms. But I thought you hadn't this evening at the restaurant. That's what I wanted Mary to think, Cora. She doesn't know that I'm the leader of the Ciceroom. Why you? I don't want to have to hurt you, Cora. This is a private fight between Mary and me. I'm taking over the New York territory and I'm going to... I just didn't like his face. I didn't like your traveling around with him, so I followed you. What's that about, Mary? You take my gun. Go on and take it. Put it in your pocketbook so if any other guy tries to pull it fast. Thank you. That would take me home. Sure. Oh, wait a minute. I've got a better idea if you sit down in your bed. What did you say? Go on. Drop it on the floor. The car I need is punked. All right, come on. We'll get out of here before somebody sees us. I'm looking out of talk with Mary. How did you know something happened? My radio. Keep it tuned to the police call. Cora, what happened? Police announcer says Sam French is dead. He is. I shut him. Start talking, Jack. Your little playmate from Chicago was going to play kidnap with Cora until you came to terms. Terms? He came to an agreement earlier this evening. Oh, yeah. Sam was leader of the Cicero Mod. What? He came here to get you out of the way. Jack, I certainly owe you something for saving Cora. Forget it. The cops think a dame drove Sam's car. Cora must have left a couple of hairpins or something. That's all? Yeah. Nothing to worry about. The car was Sam's. They never traced it down. What's so funny? Mary, the murder gun is in the car. Right alongside of Sam French. I don't get it. The cops will marry. Cora's fingerprints are all over that gun. What? Are you crazy? You shot Sam? Sure, sure. But I wiped off my prints and handed the gun to Cora. Her fingerprints are all over it. Cora ran out. The police will think only one thing. Cora killed Sam and ran away. Who did that to my kid's sister? You slimy rat! Dirty double class! Stop, wait a minute! Stay away from that drawer! There he's got a gun! Better, come on over here and sit down, Mary. Why'd you do it? Why'd you pin the kill on Cora? Because you played me for a sucker, Mary. That's why I would Cora for bait. You got me wrong, Cora. Oh, no, you got me wrong. If you didn't figure me for a guy, use his head, did you? Well, baby, it's little Jack Taylor who does all the talking from now on in. All right, Jack. What have you got in mind? Cora here is no police record. The cops will never know whose fingerprints are on that murder gun unless I tell them. And I will tell them, too, unless... Unless what? Unless you will maybe come by this baby. Well, that's the way it is. 50-50 on the whole setup. Nothing small about you, is there, Jack? Not a thing. Sam French dead will take over his Cicero mob. What do you say? No, I wouldn't turn Cora over to the police. Okay, then we'll partners. Now, how did you come to hook up with Sam French? Friend of mine. Alf Burton in Chicago. Alf Burton, huh? Okay, that's my first stop. Alf Burton in Chicago. Counter-spire will continue in just a moment. But right now I can see that Jimmy wants to weedle an old Nick Candy bar or a nickel out of me. Today, Jimmy, you won't do it. I'm determined. You're absolutely right, Mr. Krupp. I want to apologize for the way I've been putting you on the spot. I've flattered you, asked your riddles and teased you in order to get old Nick Candy bars. It's not fair, is it? Oh, Jimmy, I don't really mind. No, sir, I haven't been fair. You have an old Nick Candy bar in your pocket today, haven't you? Well, certainly I always have an old Nick Candy bar handy. It's as fine a Candy bar as I know with that thick milk chocolate coating. Creamy, buttery, smooth caramel. And the fudge and, oh, fresh toasted nuts. It sure is good-eaten. Well, today, if I pointed how much money you make, a big-time radio announcer. That is. And how you got plenty of old Nick Candy bars, and how utterly delicious old Nick Candy bars are, and... Oh, I'm broke and don't have any. I'm so hungry for an old Nick... Well, if I did that, it would make you sound like the worst kind of a heel if you didn't give me one. Wouldn't it? Okay, Jimmy, here you are. Now, tell them what you think of old Nick, you rascal. Old Nick! Oh, boy! Old Nick is a wonderful Candy bar. Get some soon, folks. Forever fine Candy is sold. You like old Nick. Now, back to our counter-spy case. I'll take this report into Mr. Harding myself. This map lay out of stolen cars in the United States. Maybe this teletype report will fit in, Chief. Sam French, a hot car artist when Chicago was just killed in New York. This may be the beginning. Of what? This report of stolen cars shows that the heaviest concentrations around New York and Chicago. Sam French and Chicago mobster being killed in New York means only one thing. The New York and Chicago gangs are beginning to cross each other. Exactly. Peters has enough incentive in stolen cars for gangsters to start a bloody massacre that may rival prohibition days. We've got to stop it, Peters, before it gets started. Tell them I'm up, Mr. Harding. Call me out. The friend of Mary Linton is a friend of mine, Jack. Ah, glad to hear it. Besides, there's a piece of quick change for helping Mary. In what way? Information. What do you want to know? Sam French died. Okay. Who's running the Cicero mob now? It ain't settled yet. Several of the boys have ideas. Well, they better forget those ideas. The Cicero mob is going to be run from New York. These boys are tough and hungry. They ain't giving up nothing. Well, listen to reason, huh? Each one of them boys figures he'll be the big boss. I can't waste any time. Don't see how you can rush matters. Like I said, they have their own ideas. They have their own ideas? Alf, what are the names of the boys with the ideas? More is flaring up in Chicago, Mr. Harding. What's the report? Two more gangsters killed in Chicago. Both men were connected with Sam French at one time. Sam French again. Peters, have they turned up on anything on the Sam French killing? Nothing new, Chief. There's a clear set of fingerprints on the gun that the local police haven't yet identified the prints. Peters, why are our New York field office? And? Have them step into the Sam French case. Requisition the murder weapon and have it sent to Washington. Also have our New York office put the murder car through the laboratory. Will do, Chief. Well, I guess I kind of got this little glow out coming to me, huh, Mary? I'm working fast, Jack. But those men who were killed in Chicago... Uh, listen to the baby. There'll be plenty more killed before I'm finished. I'm organizing Chicago if I have to knock off every last mobster in that town. Jack, I've been in the racket longer than you. So? I never had to do any killing. Murder's a sure way to get the cops down on that. You're all right for that local stuff, Mary. But this is big time. I'm gonna combine all the hot car setups in the entire country. And I'm gonna do it fast and sure. By killing? By knocking off the opposition before it gets started. Mary, I can't stand it any longer. Oh, this killing. Stealing cars is bad enough for murder and more murder. Getting any ideas, Cora? Yes. I'm getting out. I'll leave town. Go to work somewhere. Oh, no, you won't. You can't stop me. I'll run away. Cora, the cops are gonna set a fingerprints on a murder gun, remember? I just suppose they find out whose prints they are. Now stop it, both of you. Cora isn't going anywhere. Cora better not get any ideas. Now stop crying, Cora. Go potty your noses. All right. Mary, I don't like the way Cora acts. It's all this talk about killing. She'll get over it. Cora may be your sister, but... What do you mean? Sister or no sister. She's getting dangerous. I don't like what you're driving. You better. Mary, there might be a time when it'll be either Cora or you. Shut up. Cora's no danger. I'll control her. You better. We've just completed an analysis of the gun used in the Sam French murder chief. Good. We've confirmed at least one police deduction. A woman handled the gun after the fatal bullet was fired. We found some particles of face powder in the barrel of the gun. The girl apparently had put the gun in her bag, then took the gun out and dropped it near French's body. It was a type of powder. High grade, but sold commonly in department stores of the better kind. A deep shade. The girl evidently is a dark brunette. This is confirmed by a smear of lipstick on the gun. The lipstick is dark. Almost purple, the kind used by girls with black hair. That's a big help, Peter. We've got to find that girl. She's the key to this particular car stealing racket. Chief, there are only 140 million persons in the United States. Half are men, remember? That still leaves 70 million. Hardly. The murder took place in New York. We can reasonably infer the girl's a New York resident. New York City, most probably. I'll go along with you on that, chief, but it still leaves about 7 million persons. Three and a half million women. Not if you stop to think a minute, Peter. Most women have hair of varying shades of brown. Blonds and extreme brunettes are in the minority. That's right. And here's something else. This girl was driving Sam French's car. It's reasonable to assume that you had a driver's license. That's exactly it, Peter. That narrows it to a girl with black hair. It's probably deep brown or black. Who has a driver's license and is on file with a motor vehicle girl in New York. Best, chief, there'll still be several hundred girls in New York answering to that description. That's true enough. Now, have we received an analysis of the murder car? Not yet, but it may come through at any time. A chemical analysis of the dust on the floor of the car. Dust from the shoes of the driver. We'll isolate still further the neighborhood where this girl lives. That's logical. Peter's order of plane for New York. I've got an idea. We may be able to locate the girl who was with Sam French. This tailwind will be in New York in about an hour, chief. That's fine. We're reasoning correctly. This case ought to break tomorrow. That's New York calling, chief. Harding to New York. Go ahead. Hey, New York to Harding. Plan 14, putting to operation. All preliminary is covered. A waiting reaction of subject involved. Very good, J6. You'll arrive in New York within the hour. I'll meet you at field headquarters. Come on, move up, please, lady. I got this notice to bring my license to the Motor Vehicle Bureau. You're in the right place, lady. You got your right license? Yes, but I don't understand why I... You and all the rest of the people online. All we want is your license. You'll be given new ones. Oh, here it is. Anything wrong with it? Not a thing. We're starting to issue a new form, that's all. See, Coralinton. Andress. Good enough. Sit down. You'll be called in the new blanks filled out. There you are, Coralinton. Jack was asking about you. Yeah, and it ain't love, baby. I'd just like to see you close to home. Oh, can't I leave the house for five minutes? You've been gone all afternoon. I had to go down to the Motor Vehicle Bureau, that's all. I'll eat a drink with this. Sure. Motor Vehicle Bureau? Does a matter your license expire? No, they wanted me to come there, and that's that. Here's your drink, Coralinton. Motor Vehicle's story smells fishy. I got the notice. I can prove it here. Take a look at this, it's just smart money. Yeah. So you had to bring your license to the Motor Vehicle Bureau, huh? They just took my license and gave me a new one. Me and thousands of other girls. Yeah? No men? I didn't notice. Come to think of it, no, only girls. Oh, forget about it. Women's Day at the Motor Vehicle Bureau. Have a drink. No. Let's talk about it some more, Coral. What kind of women were they? I don't know. Girls, young women. Only young women, huh? Lots of brunettes. I don't... What do you mean? We're fighting you, Jack. Look, suppose the cops figured out it was a black haired young dame who drove Sam French's car. Somebody might have seen her and Sam. They couldn't have. We didn't stop anywhere. They must have stopped for a red light. Somebody saw you. So the cops play it smart. They look up all the driver's license. They call in all the black haired dames on some phony excuse. Oh, you're crazy. There was a room full of people. You hand in your old license. It's got your fingerprints all over it. Jack, don't go getting any ideas. I had one all along. Jack, don't shoot. Let go of my arm. It's so heavy. I'll let you have it first. You can't do it. You can't kill me. Oh, stop it. You got it. Right, Chief. Drop it, I tell you. I'll drop it. While you're here, Mr. Superintendent was around when I was in. Oh, I'm so glad you're here, even if you ought to believe. The United States counters. I'll tell you. I knew Cora'd fix us. But she ain't getting away with it. That's the girl who killed Sam French. Her fingerprints are on a murder case. He's lying. Please, listen to me. He's lying. Of course, innocent. She was with Sam French, but Jack killed him. Shut up, you fool. You're getting your own neck and... Quiet. Let the lady talk. I'll talk. I'll talk plenty. I imagine you will, Miss Linton, but at best it'll just confirm the evidence we have concerning your car-stealing setup. All right, Peters, take them to headquarters. David Harding will be back in just a moment to tell you about next week's exciting case. Say, I sure want to hear about that. I heard it was sensational. But, uh, don't you want to hear about Old Nick Candy Bar's first, Jimmy? And luck, Mr. Crop Roger. What can you tell me about Old Nick Candy Bar's? I enjoy one every day. That's all I need to know. But, uh, what about those folks who never had the pleasure of tasting Old Nick? Never tasted Old Nick Candy Bar. Is it possible? That's right. Even though Old Nick has been a favorite of millions for over a quarter of a century, there are still some folks who've never enjoyed that smooth, thick chocolate coating. The crunchy peanuts and buttery rich caramel? And the creamy fudge. Four famous candies blended into one delicious bar. Now, what do you know? Well, what'll we do? Tell them. Tell them? Old Nick? Oh, boy! Old Nick is a wonderful candy bar. As Jimmy points out, you missed a rare treat if you've missed Old Nick. Get some Old Nick Candy Bar soon. Why not this evening? You'll like Old Nick. This is David Harding speaking. For months, private first-class Fred Parker, stationed with the American Occupation Troops in Europe, had looked forward to his wife and family joining him. But a certain man in this country had other ideas. Ideas which included gambling, murder, and double-cross. How these different elements, thousands of miles apart, suddenly came into focus, makes next week's Counter-Spire broadcast an exciting, timely expose. I invite you to listen. Sunday, August 4th. Same time. Same station. David Harding, Counter-Spire, is a Philip Sage Lord production. 3345. 3345.