 Well, Casey, how are you coming along with that crossword puzzle? I'm stuck, Ethelbert, for a seven-letter name beginning with H. And it's a place in Ohio. That's a tough one, Casey. Not for me, boys, not for me. Hi, Tony. Hi, fellas. Yes, sir, the word you're looking for is hocking. H-O-C-K-I-N-G. The hocking valley. Hey, that fits. Hey, I get it. Anchor hocking. Oh, you said it, Casey. Anchor hocking. Anchor hocking. The world's largest makers of household glass. Prime Photographer, brought to you by Fire King Ovenglass. Anchor glass containers. Anchor caps and closures. All products of anchor hocking. A great name in glass. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hocking Glass Corporation brings you another adventure of Casey, crime photographer, ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonso Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, the Red Raincoat. Night, about 9.30. Rain, hard-telting rain that has driven people indoors and left the streets deserted. At the corner, a bus stops. A woman lights from it. She wears a red, hooded raincoat that covers her head and most of her face. She turns into a side street lined with cheap walk-up apartment houses. Midway of the block, she's about to pass the entrance to an alley. When, from its darkness, there's a gunshot. Then another, another. A woman falls. On the street, brakes are hastily applied to rule the factory. As it comes to a skidding halt, the driver... Police! Police! Police! Take cover! From that alley, I think, I didn't see no one. Well, this stain got it in the back. Three bullet holes. Stay here, fellas. Don't let anybody touch her. I'm going to look in that alley. Get back, you people! Get back! This ain't a free show. There's been a murder here. Push them back, Poletti. I'll have room that you would have picked. I'm doing the best I can, Casey. Move, you fools! Move! That's better. There's one for page one. Well, that'll be all, Casey. Well, look who's finally got here, my old pal Logan. How often do I have to tell you that no press pictures are to be taken at the scene of a homicide until after the police photographers get through? I've got a rotten memory, haven't I, champ? All right, Sion, I'll take that camera away from you. Oh, no, you wouldn't do that to me, not with all these people looking on. What? Oh, no. You cops! Push this mob back! Peer the block so everyone can move around! Sergeant! Yes, Captain? Tell me what happened to you. I can tell you that, Logan. A cab driver, that little guy over there, heard three shots fired from the alley here and saw this gal in the red raincoat fold up on the sidewalk. A uniformed cop, this guy right here, heard the shots too, searched the alley and found nothing. All the rest is up to you. What is Dr. Portio, Sergeant? He said the woman was killed instantly, Captain. One of those bullet holes is in line with the heart. Of course, you can't be sure it followed that line through her body until she's turned over. Now, don't do that when I techman you through. No, sir. Anyone find out who the woman is? Not yet, sir. When we can go through her pockets, we'll probably find something that... Ann Williams is circulating through that crowd, Logan, trying to locate someone who might know... Say, here she comes now with a fat date. Hello, Captain. Hello, Miss Williams. Uh, Casey, this lady thinks she recognizes the dead woman. Well, that's well, Annie. If you can identify her, lady, your picture will be in the paper. Say, I happen to be in charge here. Oh, excuse us, love. Who do you think the dead woman is, lady? Well, as I was just telling this young newspaper woman, officer, I can't be sure because the poor thing is lying on her face. But I'm almost positive that's the body of Nora Gellhorn, because she had a red raincoat exactly like that. She's the only woman in this neighborhood who'd wear anything so flashy. And I've got a notion that a certain person wanted her out of the way. What do you mean by that? Well, her husband, officer, has been carrying on something disgraceful with another woman. Mrs. Gellhorn told me that herself. And she wasn't the sort who let a man divorce her just because he happened to fall in love with somebody else. So I think... Is that her husband's shot her? Oh, I know it's an awful thing to say, mister, but from the going on, I've heard about it. I think he's been planning to put her out of the way for a long time. As I was saying to my eldest daughter, Eloise, only last night... Oh, where did these Gellhorns live? Oh, over there in the corner building on this side of the street. That's number 371, apartment 4C. I live in the apartment house next door. I'm Mrs. Patch. Mrs. Ida Patch. I said to my eldest daughter, only last night... Excuse me, Mrs. Patch. Who's the other woman in this case? The one you say Gellhorn's been carrying on with? Oh, her name's Randall, Emma Randall. She and her husband live in the same building as the Gellhorn. Their apartment's directly across from mine. Wait a minute. This Emma Randall has a husband? Yeah, poor man. Hey, you know he stands in the way of Ferris Gellhorn's plans, too. So if you policemen don't ask for this, and put that murderer behind bars, you'll be... Relax, Mrs. Patch. If a check-up shows that your story is... Oh, you'll find it's true, all right. I'm not the only person in this block who's been expecting a thing like this to happen. Captain Logan. Yes, Sergeant? The photographers and techmen are finished. You can examine the body now. Hello, Mrs. Patch. I want you to make your identification positive. Oh, I hate to look at the poor thing. Well, Captain, I know my duty. Well, we're going to turn the body over, doctors, and the police. Well, thanks. She wasn't a bad-looking gal, then. Nope. Kind of pretty. Oh! Hello. What's the matter, Mrs. Patch? Wait. That isn't Nora Gellhorn. It isn't. No, that's Emma Randall. The woman you said Gellhorn was in love with? Yeah, but that's Nora Gellhorn's raincoat. I'm sure that now that I see it closely... Since Mrs. Gellhorn isn't inside of it, you'll have to revise your theory. I guess you don't think Gellhorn would shoot the woman he's in love with. No, no. He was crazy about Mrs. Randall. He wouldn't shoot her. Too bad, Logan. For a few minutes it looked as though you had a sweet suspect in a case that was half-soda. Well, it may still be that way. Mrs. Patch, what kind of a guy is Randall, this dead woman's husband? Well, he's a nice, quiet kind of man. Quiet kind, huh? Did he know about his wife from Gellhorn? Of course he must. Everybody knew. He sounds like the answer, Casey. This guy Randall stood all he could, then waited for his wife tonight and paid her off. James Randall wouldn't do that. He couldn't have done it. I'm afraid that's something you can't be sure of, ladies. But I am sure. Mr. Randall hasn't been outside of his apartment since early this evening. He was inside it when I heard shooting down here on the street. How do you know he was inside? Well, his living room window was just across the court from mine. One of his shades was up a few inches, and I saw him over there lying on the couch. You saw him? Well, just by accident, of course. Now, I never spy on my neighbors. Well, that's that, Logan. Yeah. But there's another possible angle. What? That red raincoat. Mistaken identity. Gellhorn may have thought he was shooting his wife. That's it, Annie. Yeah. Wait a minute. Mrs. Patch, you're sure this is Mrs. Gellhorn's raincoat? Oh, I'm positive. I recognize it by those peculiar buttons and that little mended place on the right shoulder. Well, have you any idea why Mrs. Randall should have been wearing it? Well, I suppose Nora or Gellhorn led it to her. What, they're enemies? Well, not outwardly. Like most jealous women, they may believe they were friends. What made things kind of difficult if they didn't see it is they not only lived in the same house, but worked in the same restaurant. Worked in the same restaurant? Yeah, Harley's Grill. They're both waitresses there. Do you know if this is Gellhorn or her husband or home now? No, I don't. Their windows aren't on my side of the house. That's too bad. Let's find out for ourselves, Logan. We will, Casey. Sergeant, take charge here. Take Mrs. Patch down to headquarters and get a complete deposition from her. Oh, I'd much rather go with you, Captain. You and the Captain can get together later, Mrs. Patch, but I'll shoot that picture of you now. For the paper, Mr. Paper? Uh-huh, the best paper in town. Oh, goodness, I looked just as frightened as old code on account of rain, I didn't get to... Fine clothes on you would only gild the lily. Oh, Mr. Chase. And I'll just stand just as you are, hold that bewitching smile. That does it. You want to take another? If he does, he's staying here without me. Come on, Miss William. I'll take more shots of you later, Mrs. Patch. Coming, Logan. With prices mounting everywhere, here's a fact that's worth noting. Right now, on the shelves and counters of your favorite chain, variety, hardware, and department stores, you will find a wide variety of pale blue Fire King oven glass dishes. At prices far lower than you would have paid for any baking dish a few years ago. And each piece of Fire King oven glass, regardless of price, is guaranteed for two years against oven breakage. Now is a good time to replace your worn out kitchen utensils with new and beautiful, easy to clean and easy to keep clean Fire King oven glass. Remember that Fire King oven glass is not only a sturdy, dependable friend in the kitchen, it is also an adornment to your table. Fire King oven glass is a product of Anchor Hawking. A great name in glass. Try to put yourself together, Mr. Randall. I'm sorry we've had to bring you such rotten news. And my wife did. She's tough, fella. Please let me go to where I gotta see her. Not now. Later, pal. Yeah, but she's lying down in the street you say in the rain. They'll have taken her away by now, Mr. Randall. You can go to her when you get a little more used to the idea of what you'll have to see. Maybe. Maybe that'll be better. Who killed her, Captain? Who shot my wife? Well, we hope you may be able to help us find that out. I don't know. I can't help you. Before we came to you, we stopped at the Galhorns apartment. Nobody was home. Why'd you stop there? We want to meet Mr. Galhorns, especially. Are you a friend of yours? He's a neighbor. I see. You've been talking to people, Captain. Someone's been telling you things. Oh, frankly, yes. Randall, do you think that... No. Ferris Galhorn would be the last man in the world to kill my wife. That wasn't the question I meant to ask you. You think he's the sort who would kill his own wife? I don't know. Now, when you let us in here, Mr. Randall, you said you'd been asleep. Yeah, I was tired, and I came home from work, and I lay down on the couch there. What time was that? It was around half past six, Mr. Casey. I slept until you were knocked at the door, woke me up. There was plenty of daylight when you fell asleep around half past six, Mr. Randall. Why did you turn the electric lights on then? The lights? Yeah. We saw a crack of light under the door before we knocked and woke you up. Well, you see when my wife was working late, Mr. Casey, I always turned the light on for her if I was going out or going to sleep. You see, she... she headed to come home to dark a partner. Well, you keep your big mouth shut, Casey, and let me handle this. It was a question we wanted to answer, it wasn't it? Well, I'd have asked the question, and I'll check on the answer. Now, you attend to your job, and let me attend to mine. Okay, I'll take some pictures. No. Morning Express readers will want to know what the dead woman's apartment looks like. That'll be a good shot of this living room. Now, I'll get with the bedroom. Mr. Randall, you must try to pull yourself together. You just must. I'll do my best, Miss Williams. Well, how long have you been married, Randall? Eight years. When did you and your wife meet the Gellhorns? About two years ago, Captain. What sort of a fellow is Gellhorns? I hate the guys inside. He's a lousy wolf and a double-crosser. But if you suspect him of her murder, I know you're wrong. He wanted her to live. He didn't want her dead. This man sounds like a square shooter, Captain. Yeah, he does, Miss Williams. Check me down on that, too. So you're a back-to-get kitchen? I didn't want to miss anything. Who's there? Well, any, Captain? Come in. We found Mrs. Gellhorns. Oh, is this...? I'm Nora Gellhorn, Captain. This officer came to the restaurant for me. He told me why. Uh, sit down, Mrs. Gellhorn. I've got to ask you some questions. Just a minute, please. Jim? Yeah, Nora. You know I didn't like your wife. I have plenty of reason not to, but... I'm very sorry for you. Thank you. Now, Captain, what did you want to know? Well, first, Mrs. Gellhorn, did you land Mrs. Randall the raincoat she wore tonight? Yes, I did. It was pouring when she got to work, and she didn't even have an umbrella with her. I was working late tonight in another girl's place, and I figured the rain had stopped by the time I finished, so I said, take my coat. And you remained at the restaurant after Mrs. Randall left there, Mrs. Gellhorn? Yes, I did. I checked, and Mrs. Gellhorn was in the restaurant when Mrs. Randall was shot, Captain. Oh, capability. Mrs. Gellhorn? Yes. You said you worked late tonight in another girl's place? That's right. And do you usually come home at the same time as Mrs. Randall? Usually. Did your husband expect you at the usual time tonight? I guess so. I didn't bother to tell him. He doesn't care when I come home or if I come home. That looks like the payoff, Casey. Yeah. You know where your husband is tonight, Mrs. Gellhorn? He told me he was going to the movies. What theater? I don't know. He might find him at any of the neighborhoods he did, except the Fourth Avenue. He went there last night to see Lars Holiday. We'll pick him up. Sergeant Flanagan's posted guys at all the theaters around here, Captain, and that Mrs. Patch gave us the first class description of Gellhorn. Oh, Mrs. Patch is the one who's been telling you cops since. He told us nothing that you and Mr. Randall haven't verified, Mrs. Gellhorn. Oh, all right, then. My husband has been two-timing both me and Jim Randall here. But if you've got an idea that he killed Emma, you're wrong. I've told him that, Noy. Well, Mrs. Gellhorn, you think he'd have liked you out of the way and Randall here. So he and Mrs. Randall would be free to get married. Well, sure he'd have liked that, but I know that he wouldn't. Come in. We've got Gellhorn, sir. I'm already here for him, Sergeant. He's downstairs. You want to brought up here? Yeah. Wait a minute. He hasn't been told anything. Oh, not a word, sir. Where'd you get him? Coming out of the Fourth Avenue Theater. Fourth Avenue Theater. You said he'd seen the show there, Mrs. Gellhorn. Well, I thought he had last night. I can't understand. I can. Go into that bedroom, Mrs. Gellhorn. Into the bedroom? For just a few minutes. Close the door and don't come out till I call you. Then come out quick. All right. I'll do it, but I don't... Okay, Sergeant. Have Gellhorn brought up. Yes, sir. The captain will see him up here, Pete. Come on. The old surprise treatment for Gellhorn, Logan. Yeah. His reaction when he sees his wife alive is all I need now. Certainly looks as though... Everything fits. Even the theater, where they picked him up. He'd seen the pictures there, so he could describe every part of it that was shown while he was waiting in that alley. He went there after the shooting to establish an alibi. Sure. Sure he is, Captain. Bring him in. You don't have to, sir. I'm Captain Logan, Gellhorn. You're the force of these monkeys who've been putting a muscle on me. What's a big idea? We're simply doing an investigating, Mr. Gellhorn. Investigating what? And why here? Randall, what's your part in this? Why have I been brought to his apartment? I'll explain, Gellhorn, if you need an explanation after... Lady, come out of that bedroom. You in that bedroom, come out. Nora. I think you're looking at a ghost, Gellhorn. What's my wife doing here? She's the last person you expected to see, isn't she? You thought she was dead. Well, I... You also wiped that phony look of innocence off your face. The woman who wore your wife's red raincoat tonight was Emma Randall. She's dead. Emma's... Yes, Gellhorn. With three bullets in her back, that's you put there. I... I get it now, Captain. He mistook her for me in my raincoat. He killed my wife. Let me out of my town. I'll kill you, I'll kill you. I've got him, Captain. Not before I get a picture. What's it all about? You know, Gellhorn, I'm arresting you on a charge of murder. Me? Murder? Got a shot of that, too. All right, boys. Let's get him back to headquarters. You can't do this. You don't know what you're doing. Well, come on, Casey. This case is all sewed up. Let's get our stuff to the paper. Okay, Annie. But I wonder... What? If this case is sewed up right. After what you and Miss Williams have told me, Casey, I can't see any doubt of that fellow Gellhorn's guiltiness. There isn't any doubt, Ethelbert, except in Casey's much too active imagination. Oh, Annie, you've closed your mind like Logan. Oh. You two had so completely sold yourselves on Gellhorn's guilt before you saw him that nothing could unsay him. It didn't mean a thing to you, for instance, when Logan's big surprise act laid an egg. Oh, that. Gellhorn didn't act as if he was looking at a ghost when his wife stepped out of that bedroom. Well, so what? He probably got a flash of Emerando's face after he shot her. Realized the big mistake he made, he was all prepared. Well, that's possible, yeah. You know, Mrs. Gellhorn took longer than she should have to come out of that bedroom, and then she looked more nervous than her husband. I'd like to know why. Oh, Casey, you're trying to make something out of such little things. The parts of the case fit too smoothly, Annie, as though they'd been oiled by somebody. I can't figure that. Oh, nuts. You know, this Gellhorn business is a lot like another murder I've read about. It happened over in England. And that's the Haslington murder, yeah. Haslington was the name of the gal who got shot. You know about it, huh? Yeah, I have about it. Oh, that's a famous old-time recipe. It happened before any one of us were born. It was all news to me when I read it a couple of months ago in a detective magazine. They called it the case of the Sable Cloak. Case of the Sable. Yeah, detective magazine would. Hmm? Say, you know, I promised to show you those pictures I took last night that the paper didn't have space for. Yeah, I'd like to see them. Huh? Here. Here's a print of the Randall living room. This is the bedroom, and here's Mrs. Patch. And will she be sore because the picture didn't make the paper? She's the woman who gave us the lead on Gellhorn. Ain't she a funny-looking old dame? Look at the... Yes. She's a dangerous old dame. Say, wait a minute. Give me that picture I took of the bedroom. Huh? I noticed it before, but it didn't register. Look at the pillows on the bed. Well, they're just pillows. Yeah, but they're on top of the bedspread uncovered. I don't think... Randall's alibi, Annie. What? Anne, now wait a minute. Look at this picture of the living room. The window shades are pulled to within a few inches at the bottom. Now, that narrow space is all Mrs. Patch had to look through when she saw Randall lying on the couch. God had pillows in the bedroom. Got to do it. That's what I'd like to know. Airphobard, you say you read about the Haslington murder in a recent magazine. Was the magazine True Murder Chronicles? Yeah, but it would cause the case of the sable closed. What does it mean? You've been a great help to me tonight, pal. And a ferris-gelhorn. I? Come on, Annie. We're going to pay another call on Emma Randall's husband. Well, okay, Casey, but I still like to know... So would I, but what was the... Oh, they always do that to me. Casey, Mr. Randall and Miss Williams, may we come in? It's important. Just a minute. Casey, how are you going? You'll soon know, Annie. Hmm, a door just closed inside there. So what? I don't know why you haven't told me all you think. I've been too busy thinking to tell you anything. Come in. Thanks, Randall. Sit down, Miss Williams. Thank you. Casey. I'll rest on my feet. Thanks. What, dear? What have you come to see me about? New evidence in your wife's murder. New evidence? Yeah. Gelhorn didn't kill her. What do you mean? Hey, it's awful stuffy in here. You mind if I lift this shade and raise the window a little? Since you're already doing it. Thanks. Randall, you ever read a story called The Case of a Sable Cloak? I...no. It's funny. It was published only a few months ago in True Murder Chronicles. And I noticed several issues of that magazine here last evening. Well, I... Those magazines belonged to my wife. I never read them. I see. Well, this particular story told about a rich Englishman who fell hard for a gal named Haslington. He wanted to marry her, but he had a wife. His wife owned a sable coat. And one night he shot and killed a woman who was wearing that coat. But the woman had borrowed it from his wife. And the woman was Miss Haslington. Well, that... That's like Gellhorn and Emma. Uh-huh, yeah. The cops were pretty sure to remember the famous Haslington case if a similar murder occurred and had jumped to a conclusion based upon it. If everything was previously arranged to point that way. Don't you think so? I don't know. Oh, sure you do. The guy who really murdered your wife was fairly smart. He started to point suspicion toward where he wanted to fall soon after that magazine story gave him his big idea. And he forget a pretty fair alibi. He even had an excuse for a light to burn when it shouldn't have, so he could be seen in a place where he was... What are you driving at? After the murder, he continued to play smart. He denied his belief in Gellhorn's guilt while constantly pointing the finger at him. And he got rid of the clothes he'd worn out in the rain. I looked for him while I was in your bedroom last night. You're accusing me? Because you slipped up on a little detail last night and because tonight, the two of you made up bigger. Miss Kim, wait for that door. Come out of that room, Mrs. Gellhorn. Come out. Here I am. You shouldn't have let your murder partner come here to talk things over, Randall. And you shouldn't have hidden her so clumsily before you let us in. He knows nor he knows everything. Shut up, Jim. He wouldn't have known anything if he hadn't said that. It doesn't matter now, does it? Yes, it does. Don't make a move. I mean, you too, Miss Williams. Is that the gun your boyfriend used to kill his wife with? If it is, you'll never prove it. Nor. What are you going to do? The only thing to do, Jim, kill these people. They know you killed your wife and that I helped you. They can send us to the chair. You'll never get away with it. We'll tell the police you broke in here and I shot you in self-defense. Just a second, Mrs. Gellhorn. I want to go on living. And I've arranged things so I will. How do you mean? You've forgotten. I opened that window. Window? Mrs. Patch. She's been getting an eyeful and an earful. Have you known, Mr. Casey, that I only happen to be at this window by accident? I believe you, Mrs. Patch. Give me that gun, Mrs. Gellhorn. Thank you. Now you two smart killers. Sit down and wait for the cops. Go on, Randall. Phone headquarters, Annie. Okay, Casey. After I phone City Desk. Oh, but wait a minute. You still haven't told me why those pillows on the top of the bed made me sick. We'll go over to the blue note, Annie, and I'll tell you all about it. All right. Oh, Mrs. Patch. Yeah? I guarantee that your picture will be in the Express tomorrow. Oh, Mr. Casey. Food supplies still present a picture of confusion. Many of the old established brand names are scarce. Many new names appear on your grossest shelves. Under the circumstances, how can you be sure of getting the quality you want? May I make this suggestion? First, look for a name you know. 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I figured Randall might have rigged up a dummy to fool Mrs. Patch. All she really saw were his pants and shirt stuffed with pillars. And that was all she saw, too, Ethelbert. When Randall came back after the shooting, he got out of his wet clothes, put on the dry ones that had covered the dummy and tossed the pillows back under the bed, but a little too carelessly. What'd he do with the clothes he'd worn out in the rain? Put them in Gellhorn's apartment. They belonged to Gellhorn. Randall had even worn his things. Say, he and that Mrs. Gellhorn thought of almost everything. Yes, Ethelbert. Almost everything. You know, Casey, it's like my sister, Edna, says, quote, anything that's not worth doing is not worth doing well. You're on quote. Crime Photographer is directed by John Deets and stars Starr Scott's Worth as Casey. It is written by Alonzo Dean Cole and is based on the fictional character of Casey, created by George Harmon Cox. It's lighter, more compact. 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