 Nick Carter, master detective. This is the story of a man known the world over as one of the most caring and resourceful characters in the history of detective fiction. A man whose name has become a symbol of a triumph of right and justice over the sinister force of crime and lawlessness. Nick Carter, master detective. Today's exciting chase. Nick search for the murderer who plays Adolf Hitler's friend on the jaw of a dead man. The body in the ice. There are many strange customs throughout the world but perhaps the strangest is that of the Arctic Club. You've seen the Arctic Club in action in movies, newspapers and magazines. In the dead of winter the members don bathing suits and go for a swim. This morning, with the mercury hovering around 10 above zero, a shooting group of newspaper men gathers on the snow-crusted beach to report the strange activities of the Arctic Club. Okay, okay. That's a few more minutes, folks. I want to ask a more quick question. Hold on here. I think we're going to come up with a new program to grab some of that snow and make like a couple of snowmobiles. You don't get to shout that. You're going to finish this new movie? Yes, just show the snowmobile. Nick, please. Long go, Nick. Who is who, Andy? Yes, just show the snowmobile. I'm not going to smile like they're enjoying it. We are enjoying it. It's been the healthiest part of the world. It bore people. I'm hoping I can finish this. Have a one on the rest of the story. A face that I would like to see. Nick, please. A face that I would like to see. I would like to see. I would like to see. I would like to see. I would like to see. A face that I would like to see. I would like to see. My friends and me started the garden in 1910. Now the 50s is everyone. In real estate, we made and take a dip in the health keeping walkers of the ocean. And it's easy in the summertime. Like now, when it's the middle of the season, you can take plenty of intentional part to do it. A daily swim in the winter is the best way to find out cause through grip, the morning in fear. Oh my God, come on. Let's get this woman to get outside. Mr. McLean. Yes, I know. With who and? Yes. Well, let's get her to come up with something so that we can get started now. Okay. Come on, boys! Are you going to shout about it or we'll go and put it on the thermometer? Yeah. When they get it clear, we'll get it. Don't touch her... I don't know! I don't think that she'll take a minute to go. Get back down, jump in the air. How's that thing? Yeah, you look... Holy, jumping. Could you look at that? They're closer than that thing over by. It's not big. Body! Ah! Fast and bone baking! That is a schwaddle! Where are you, Waldo? You were touched before early this morning. Let me talk to Nick, will you? Yes, a minute. With Waldo, miss, we want to talk to you. Alright. Care to Waldo? Nick, please. Now, where? It sounds like a fast-�it's job. Me too. A lot of people cry again. And that is Cuban Waldo grinding the body. It doesn't make sense. Another reason for that. Oh, look at all those men invading you. Oh, that's Waldo. It's not gonna matter. Hey, close that door! You want to give it to me? Oh, you don't know how glad I am to see you. Hello, Waldo. How are you? I'm very happy. Hey, what's all this about Waldo grinding a cross? You're not serious about Cuban Waldo. Oh, it's ridiculous. It's a demonstration of a stupidity of the line of politics. I'm being framed just out of a cage which, if I were not, I could clear up and cut you four hours. All right, all right, Waldo. You and the rest can get dressed and go on home. Given the clear? Yeah, given the clear before, Bill. Why are you... You think I'd keep you hanging around here making phone calls if I really thought you were mixed up in this? Huh? I just wanted to get Nick out here. Why are you talking about... I don't mind, never mind. I was afraid of that. Why are you such a classically blackmail? Look, Patsy, I blackmailed my old grandmother to get Nick out of this cage. It's a secret. Come on out to the beach and take a look at the body. Nick, are we going to let Maddie push up into the cage? Oh, now, Patsy. Well, Maddie's just around here. Might as well take a look. We'll be on our credit next time we have a run in with Maddie's red tape. All right, this is it, Nick. We just call it the little way up onto the beach. And this is the body right now. It's frozen solid in a chunk of ground ice. What kind of ice? Ground ice. Also known as anchor ice. You can tell because it's granular of course. It's being especially cold where the ice sometimes forms in the bottom of the beach. It comes thick enough to throw a large object to the surface. Sometimes ships could have been anchored. A pair of anchors float to the surface and have dithered for miles. You mean that's what happens with this guy? I do. This body was lying on the ocean bottom. Held down by that light around his waist. What's with that thing? He was murdered. I suppose it does. The belly was on the bottom, ground ice formed, and finally voided up. Now let's have that big ice, Maddie. We'll crack all the ice we can off the body. And melt the rest off so we can just see what happens. All right, here you go, Nick. Thanks. That'll be a long job, but it's tough to count. There enough now. What happens? Yeah, I'll say. He would just look at the right side of that ice. It's smashing. And death must have been in his teeth. The entire temperate load is smashed. Y'all know what I'm doing. What a fight I'm doing like that. I don't know what's this. What's in here? The bruise on the side of his chin. Oh, naturally, you must have been slugged there with your dog's clothes, and to take a close look at that bruise. Hmm? Maybe to swap with her. That's what it is. Why? Having to get the impression of a ring. Maddie, would you tell me who wears a Nazi ring in this country? Well, well, maybe like soldiers. Superiors. Yeah, but it can't be any identification, huh? You know what? He has something caught in his clothes. Huh? This is a rotten wood with a nail in it. How the way it came off the ocean brought him with him. That's like the slant of a lobster, about to me. Oh, this is lucky. Those letters on his hand turned on pretty cruelly. Every official when he's marking his lobster, but it's an E. E, that's an L. Well, it's the last two letters of the night. N, E, E, L. See? Yeah, see. R... I can't make out the rest. Oh, yes. Here's his car from Belgrade. Small town about 30 miles up the coast. You mean it's close to 50-30 miles? I do. All right, Maddie? There are your facts. An identified man was killed in the bike by someone wearing a Nazi ring. He was waited down and dumped into the sea near Belgrade. Ground and ice floated him up and down here. Now, is your cage? Come on, Maddie. Oh, now look, Nick. You're not walking out on me. But it's leaving me with your smash. I certainly am. But it's murder, Nick. You can't just hold it. I can't say anything about going home. Ask an hour going up to Belgrade and find out who wears Nazi rings. Hello, sirs. I'm Nick Carter. This is Mr. Patrick Owen, my secretary. He's a development detective. I'd like to ask you some questions about what I think someone may be missing from Belgrade and I think I have found it. All right, Leslie. Short man, long. Wait about 1.30. Blue eye, ankle and nose, large ears, heavy lips. Do you know what I do? There's Charlie Howell. Already. And the place is more dense. Yeah, Nick. Carter. Carter, Nick. It's too bad. I wondered what happened to him. Who are you, Mr. Simmons? The assistant in my store. There's Simmons's grocery store. He didn't support yourself on a surestly in Belgrade. How long has Howell been in this place? About two weeks. I thought he was out on a binge. They sent him out Friday night to make deliveries in the truck. He never showed up Saturday. Did they shop? Yeah. I guess he brought him back to the garage before he went wherever he went. And he never occurred to you? Does the killer might have brought him back? No. Never occurred to Nick? Charlie was killed. He's been on the basket floor. Anyone complain about non-delivery groceries that day? No. And Howell was killed after he's in McWood. That's an equal chance he was killed on the shop. I have a list of Howell's delivery schedules, but that's right. I don't see why you're sure. Put this together. This is a murder case. Sure you want to have it. I don't care, ma'am. And you too, Mr. Parker. My name is Carter. Nick Carter. Carter. Well, as far as I'm concerned, say, would you be any relation to old Sim Carter who broke the knowing in banking? He was my father. Your father, eh? Well, why didn't you say so before? Well, you're glad to meet the Carter's shake. Go ahead. Your father was a great detective. You want Charlie's delivery schedule? Well, you get it. You'll get anything we've got in this town. Well, thanks. For a while, I thought all I was going to get was a close call. Getting dark, Nick. I think it's time to slow. Maybe. How many more stops do we have to make? How old is the schedule for your left delivery last Friday? We've covered nine. Well, what's left? I'm only going to be in a cane and that shooting club. And you think Bel Ray wouldn't have a shooting club? Cut the tiny little town. Doesn't look like a resort. I should have set X shooting club. I'll have business today. Just hanging out. Glad I said he'd very rarely send me to hang out together. You think how it might have been killed at one of these last two places? I don't know. He found out. And he made the other two, the other nine deliveries in person. He made the last two. I never find out. Someone might be lying. And the question is who? We don't know what route I was going to. The killer was nine. I was an Alaskan. That name came down to the station. What became the original murderer? I'm afraid Bob said three. Oh! Oh! Ladies and gentlemen, please. We're going into a crash. Oh! All right, Nick. Hi. I guess you don't know. Kind of like a milkshake. Careful getting out. I know. Oh! Sorry, the hail. Yeah. Kind of like a milkshake. Yeah. The old career car got away. Oh! How are you doing? The car itself isn't damaged too much. Oh, luckily. What is one of the records, like, please? I wonder if it doesn't want the haul of James Fallon. I've dominated the killer all the time. The guy with the twice of a ring? What? You think we're going back to some location? I doubt it. How do they go on? We talked about it before. Kind of snow on the ground. It's very slippery as well. Where are you? In the first warm house we're flying. We want to be a freezing night. We can't sit here on a lonely black road with two flat tires and wait for help. Hey! Look, Amarillo. A little bit less. I think I can see a light. Well, yeah. I can't see it. Well, that's what we were headed for. We cracked the streetlight. Well, I want to make it half an hour. Half an hour in this room! Oh, I wish Waldo were here. Waldo in his office club. He's got us in the biz. Not what I want to aspire. Is there maybe something wrong inside? This is a swell night for murder. How are you? Dead bodies in there. I know that you need to just walk by. Will one of you gentlemen be good enough to answer? Having any. Will you please answer? Will you at least... My name is Adam. Secretary of your imagination. You're the famous Nick Carter, aren't you? Yes. My name is Nick. And this lady. What's wrong, my secretary? What kind of a club is this, Mr. Adam? Why does everyone ignore us? There's something of a paradox you're showing. It's a new idea. Recently formulated. This is a club for anti-social men. Anti-social? Of course. It's formed a club, precisely. All our members are men who desire to support the advantages of a club, but he is a social dogman. They formed this organization for their purpose. There's a sixth club rule against all conversations after the treatment of women. Well, I object to that. And I'm sorry to say against visitors. I should have asked you to leave this club. But I came here to ask you some questions. You would have taken the point that tomorrow I should be helping you meet with Desiree. You must leave now. Can you at least run to the club? I'm tired of this man. May we telephone for help? There is no telephone. This way out. Of course. I mean the same. I'm sure you understand my decision. Good night, Mr. Carter and Mr. Lawrence. It doesn't mean anything out of the blue. What do we do now? Walk. Walk. We need to go. We want to go. Up where? The clubhouse. Are those telephone wires? They are. And a punch. Adam was lying about the phone. I know he was lying about the rent. Quick. Let her up around the back of the house. I mean what are you talking about? How old birds was killed here? How do you know? One of those so-called antisocial club members was wearing a swastika ring. Are you sure? It was a man with a shooting jacket in the past. How is that antisocial name? That was a fact. It was originally so. I'm speaking. Yes. Why can't they speak English? I congratulate you. Take that, Adam. Take that, Adam. Please raise your hands. I assume your arm is caught up. If you reach the arm, I shall shoot the girl. Our hands are up, Adam. Stick that flashlight over our eyes. The deductions were correct. I had little hope that my hastily concocted story would fool you. That's why we did here for your second visit. Thanks for the hospitality. I had hope you would be killed in the crash when I shot out your tires. It's unfortunate you were not. I don't think so. But I do, Miss Barney. You see, I'm afraid I shall have to kill both of you all over again. Why that, Miss? What time is it? Six o'clock. We've been lost a few all night. What's the idea? Adam said he was going to kill us, didn't he? Yeah. Survive, what is this? Refine, nothing, torture? I don't know. Oh, Miss. This is some way out, isn't it? Probably. That's kind of funny. I think this is interesting. She's remained seated. Many years of experience have helped me have a carrier loaded tray in one hand. It's so convenient when one's carrier loaded is done in the other. Thanks. We're not hungry. I assure you, the fool is not poisoned. Okay, Adam, what's the game you're playing? What's happening? Why delay? We're in an extraordinary decision to gather. As you've already guessed, this is a depot for a state prison of war. Go on. An intense debate is in progress downstairs. The city is invited. One school of thought advocates your death immediately. Yes. A spirit of opposition wishes to use you as hostages to ensure safe transports back to the mother country. You haven't made up your mind yet? Not yet. I'm going down now. I shall present your return to the final verdict. In the meantime, I would suggest you have breakfast. Thanks. I tell you one thing wrong with this meal, Adam. No cigarettes. Thank you. Very well. You've made up my mind. Yes. Thank you. Be sure to save the last two for the execution. No smoke. I've got them for you. I don't smoke. You're going there now. Right off the bat. I'm smoking. No smoke. That's why. I'll show you by later. Just smoke as fast as you can, and make sure you save all the ashes. That's the only way. Right. If you say so, I'll try. So... No. I guess it's wonderful. The whistle. Sorry. This is about brand we can't hear. There's no way to climb down. I'm not after those telephone wires. See them? They're strung onto the house just alongside our window. Uh-huh. Let's take this. This is about to take time. We'll make... Wow. You're a cigarette. There. I got them. Take a little heavy. I've got them. Is the station off these wires? What good will that do? Whether there's a phone on this line or not, they're connected to the central office. Every time we cut these two bare wires together, we can take the service. The light flashes on the telephone switchboard. We can send the operator a code signal by means of those questions. What did they decide? I've decided to give you at once. Thanks. The gentlemen are waiting in the center. Things are being done now. I'm more or less expected. Now, Mr. Adams, I've taken your advice. This is my last cigarette. Save for the execution. I'm so happy you received the news with a commitment to call this. I assure you that I... Adam's got calls. Now's the time for us to duplicate the process. While these gentle playmates are picking our grades for the cellar, we're going out into the cold world. That's not our danger yet. We've only got one gun, and there are at least 12 men with a whole arsenal. Well, what do we do? Keep moving. We've got to play cat and mouse with them until there's some response to our SOS. We can't let these Nazis kill us, but we can't lose contact with them. We've got to hold on and wait for reinforcements. Well, how do we play cat and mouse? The switch stone is what's enough to have frozen slush on the ground for footpackage. We're going to do the trail they can follow. Will they follow us? They'll follow all right. Why didn't take Adam's with us? I want him to lead the chase. Which way are you going to let them chase us? Heading back to our car. Well, what could we let them do? The worst comes to worst and help them get to the end of time. We're trying to make them run on two flat tires. Start back to ground. They're following us all right. Keep moving. Oh, Nate! I guess we've been behind this way by a line like Indians. That's clever, all right. You have something for us carrying right here. They look like a shooting line up to fetch them to rest. Hey, look. Hi, Nate. Yes. They said it won't happen this time on the road. We won't take anything from this. We won't realize human beings are being hunted. Just think of how many of them are around after game. Oh, don't leave it in the mess. Come on. Do this kind of work. All right. Don't think they'll spot us again. They're just shooting to set the scene. They won't miss our drill. Nope. That's what we want to catch sight of us. I don't know about these. Are you sure, friend? Where are you? I'm at the party. Please, hurry up. All right, Patsy. Save your best. Come on. I can't go on. So do I. Get them, gang, and team up. That's a slumber. Let's pull up the pit of our way. Now what? Keep running. You got to make the corner. I'll never make it, Nate. You can try it, Patsy. Oh, well done, Paul. We're killed. I'll never forgive him. Or kill if you want a chance. Wait, wait, wait. Okay. It's not me. Please, sir. That's lemon coming. Nate! I guess, Patsy. Well, I don't pass right by in the road unless we seek a way. I don't realize we're being hunted. How do we signal? Hey, wait, wait. I want to sacrifice a car. The long pistol shot, but I think I can make it. What do you think you do? Put a bullet into the gas tank of our car. I'll start a blaze, blend them, and we'll be able to start. I stand by, Patsy. Patsy, where's Patsy? We've got the reinforcements we need, Patsy. Adam's club members are really going to be at it. So go from now on. Back in a prisoner of war camp. Don't seem right. Letting Paul Sinclair is certain to take a train. Well, that's quite all right, Lennon. Thanks anyway for the offer. Many, many of you have given me all the credit for grabbing that gang of PWs for your deserving. You've got your whole case closed. Charlie Howell evidently heard some of the Nazi gap when he was making his last delivery to the club. Got suspicious and smoothed before he drove away. Then was discovered, put up a fight, and was killed. Adam dumped his body in Belgrade Bay when he drove the truck back to the garage. But what about Adam shooting at our car, Patsy? How do you know we were coming? I hope that the Adam's must have been at Mr. Lennon's grocery store when we were going over Howell's delivery schedule. He realized we were on the trail trying to stop us. Well, he sure didn't, Mr. Carter. And you sure put the sure of a Belgrade on the back. As far as that goes, Patsy and I might have been off them. Half permanently. You hadn't answered my SOS the instant the phone company reported it. Well, what happened back at the country club? How did you know we've let him? Oh, that's why Patsy was the one who put Adam down the way. I'm smoking 11 cigarettes in half an hour. Oh, that'll make sense, Nick. Well, it was an old trick my father taught me. I took the ashes from the cigarette and Patsy smoked and packed them into an empty paper cigarette tube. And then when I pretended to start smoking my last execution cigarette, I simply threw the ashes directly into Adam's eyes. I blinded him so I could take a gun away and talk him out. So that was it. What a boss you were for a sheriff when a trick in every pocket and a hundred up and three. Mr. Carter, I got an apology to make to you. I once said you were the son of the famous Jim Carter. Well, I take it back. Jim Carter's the father of the famous Nick Carter. Well, Nick, how about a little preview of next week's story?