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The sun was just fading, and the shadows were disappearing along a country road, about 100 miles west of Chicago, on the outskirts of a certain college town, Lipton, Illinois. A large black sedan moving slowly, came to a full stop. And the driver spoke to a farmer beside the road. Sir, I wonder if you can tell me that house up on the hill there, for rent? Oh, no, that's the professor's. Oh, professor who? Horn, Professor Horn. He teach at the college here? No, everybody says he's a genius. He writes big articles for scientific papers, inventor too. How long's he lived there? Oh, about five years. Nice fellow when he comes to town, nice smile. Folks like him. You have many visitors? Don't seem to like visitors, mister. Got a lady housekeeper, though. Oh, is she a nice person? Oh, you can take her, leave her, about 50, homely. Good, I guess, but homely. How old is Professor Horn? Oh, pressin' 57 hard, maybe. Say, you wanna know an awful lot, mister? Goin' up there? I might. Thanks for the information. Goodbye. Professor Horn, where do you want these books to go? The left hand shelf and our next to the books on nuclear fission. Must say I'd be glad to see a plain, ordinary novel in this library for once. My dear, the only books worth reading are scientific factual works. Look at these. The anatomy of toxicology. Treats on molecular growth and decay. What's this one? My scientific diary, I'll put that one away. In that closet you never wanted me to look in? Or you should let me do that, your lame leg gets tired so easy. You know I never want my leg mentioned, Anna. And I never could understand why you won't let me go down seller and see some of your inventions. I have a lifelong principle, Anna. Better to anticipate than to regret. Meanwhile, please bear in mind that I pay you well and this does not include your asking questions. Somebody's at the door. There's a black sedan in the driveway. Go see who it is, but don't bring anyone in unless absolutely necessary. I won't, Professor. Close that door, Anna. Of course. Yes? I'd like to see Professor Horn, please. He's busy. My credentials. L.D. Cameron, United States counter-spires. This way, Mr. Cameron. Thank you. Professor Horn, Mr. Cameron of the counter-spires. Thank you, Anna. It will be all. Mr. Cameron, I live on an ironclad schedule. I should now be in my laboratory downstairs, hard at work. I trust you can be brief. Two nights ago at 11.07 p.m. in Amberville, 42 miles south of here. The farmer's exchange bank was robbed of $121,000 in cash. The robber used a very ingenious, electronic method of silencing the vault alarm system. However, the car used by the robber went through a puddle of oil and left certain tire tracks. Am I being brief enough? No, but continue. Every garage within 50 miles of Amberville has been checked for a car with those treads. A car in your garage has those tire treads. That's a coincidence, Mr. Cameron. That's no coincidence, Professor Horn. I'm placing you under arrest on suspicion of robbing the Amberville bank. This is upsetting, Mr. Cameron. Leave the drawer alone. Put your hands in the air. I said put your hands in the air. As you say. What happened? Oh, I see. How'd you shoot him? There's no gun in your hand, Professor. See under my coat, Anna? My invention, small flat-handled gun strapped alongside my chest. And a wire up through your sleeve. When I raised my hand, fired the gun. Now, no more questions. We're leaving, Anna. Help me unpack the closet. Sir, at last I'll see what you keep in the stacks of money. You will pack this money into those two suitcases, Anna. All right. How about these two small packages? I don't touch them. I'm never going to be captured alive, Anna. There's enough explosiveness in this package to kill me and anyone else around. And this is a bottle of vitriolic powder to throw into police officer's faces in close quarters. It burns, frightfully. I hope you'll never have to use it. As I told you, it is better to anticipate than to regret. You, uh, you will pack this, too, Anna. All right, Professor Horn. You've been wearing a wig. Some fools wait until they're escaping to disguise themselves. I've been disguising myself for ten years. Now, I'll return to what I really look like. You look ten years younger without that wig. And one thing more. This built-up shoe, which has made it appear that I limp. Ah, two good legs. So you haven't been lame at all. Professor Horn has now disappeared off the face of the earth. For now on, Anna, you will call me Mr. Harris. Now, let us get out of the packing. What about the body of that man on the floor? Oh, I have everything planned, Anna. Beautifully planned. The three of us are leaving together. We've been driving some time, Anna. Are you getting hungry? Yes, Professor Horn. I mean, Mr. Harris. Here, I have some candy bars in my pocket. Take one. Thank you. Mr. Harris, do you know where this side road goes? Yes, through the most deserted portion of the state. Even so, Cameron's body may be found over there in the barn. Oh, not for weeks. If then. Do you think the car is safe? I'll get rid of it as soon as I've hidden my money in securities in these hills against the future. What will we live on, meanwhile? Anna, I can get all the money I want anytime. You forget my constant studies of crime techniques, of scientific methods, even of murder, by accident, by weapons and by poison. Wasn't the candy bar good, Anna? I can't see you. Poor Santa. You're the only person in the world who knows what I really look like. How could you expect to go on living? Local farmer reports talking with Cameron about a Professor Emery Horn of Lipton's un-Library floor. Chicago, from Harding. Peters and I are flying to join you at Professor Horn's house immediately. Allow nothing to be disturbed. Of the strangest houses I've ever been in. And people in the town say it's haunted, Mr. Harding. It is, Edward, with the invisible presence of a fantastically clever man. In the entire house, not one fingerprint, except for the woman. Several tradespeople in the town say Horn always wore gloves. Always? Horn spread the story that he once burned his hands very badly in an experiment. That might be true, Peter. Again, it might not. He saw his laboratory in the cellar. Yes. And look at these books. Camergy and practical applications. Calculus and the theory of relativity. Works on atomic energy, chemistry, poison, explosive. Takes an extraordinary man to absorb all that then. Horn's obviously extraordinary. And a genius at covering up. We know one of our own men was murdered here. And there's not a clue. Not even one piece of handwriting. Well, this man may strike again soon. Edwards, instruct every counter-spite field officer throughout the country to report immediately all crimes committed for gain, except where the criminal is definitely known. Yes, sir. I'm leaving for a while. What are you up to, Dave? Somewhere, there's a clue to this man. I want to flounder around a little by myself. See what I can turn up. Dr. Connors, in one of the grocery stores in town, a clerk told me that a year ago Professor Horn wasn't feeling well and that led me to you. Yes, Mr. Harding, I did treat Professor Horn a year or so ago. Now, this is the record of his visit, Mr. Harding. Did he pay you by cash or check? Uh, cash to my nurse. I recall he wore gray, dull skin gloves throughout his visit here. Did he mention having burned his hand? Yes, but he never removed the gloves in my present, huh? Did he limp or walk normally? Frankly, Mr. Harding, I didn't notice. But one thing may interest you. I took some X-rays of his stomach here. Let me show you. These three show all what's important. These small, darker patches. Alters, peptic ulcers. It's a severe case, Mr. Harding. A horn is one of those apparently iron-merved men. He gives few outward signs of emotion. They often make the mistake of thinking they have no emotion. Well, actually they do. And their nervousness and emotion seek other outlets. In this case, peptic ulcers cause by a very high, strong, nervous condition. Doctor, did you give him a prescription? Yes, a special bismuth powder compound. He tried them and they gave him relief. Do you think he's cured of his ulcers yet? Well, I would doubt it very much. Well, Doctor, he'll be buying bismuth powders more or less regularly. I assume so, Mr. Harding. Doctor Connors, I'm very grateful to you. This is the first clue to this cold-blooded scientific killer we've found. The big question is, where will he strike next? Miss Lawrence, file these chemical orders, please. But Mr. Johnson, I never handle these local Denver orders. Miss Lawrence will... What is it? What's the matter with all of you? Good day, everybody. Why stop working? Don't point those guns at us. Are you the boss here? Why, yes. I like your desk. Move away from it quickly. Yes, all right. Listen, everyone, I have only a few seconds. I've just robbed the finance company office down the hall of $130,000. And there's a big commotion on the ground floor. Of course, the police expect me to leave that way. But instead, I'm going to put my two guns on this desk, cover them with this newspaper. Now, get this. In a moment, the police may come in here. If one of you makes a false move, I shoot. And I'm a perfect shot. Does everybody understand? Now, I have a camera here, and I'm going to be taking your pictures. We're detectives. Anybody see anything of a stranger? Why, uh... No, officer. Speak up. Did anyone here see anybody who might be a hold-up man? The place down the hall was stuck up. We got away. I hope you catch him, Lieutenant. But just a moment. I'm taking some pictures for our sales convention. Would you mind standing there just a second, please? Don't be a fool. No, no, no, no. Keep the gun in your hand. Can and nonsense. Thank you, Lieutenant. If anybody sees any suspicious looking stranger, tell the officers who posted in the hall. Yes, we said we will. I owe you all my thanks. You behave very well. Why don't you leave us alone? Why, young lady, I couldn't think of it yet. Uh, stand over here, will you? I want a photograph of you. Me? That's good. Yes, you are pretty. Smile, can't you? I... I can't. Oh, come now, come now. I want a picture of that sincere, honest face. So different from your employers. What do you mean? I noticed the chemical ingredients in that container on the shelf. A set of phenium, 2% elixir of dichlorosulfate, and trichnobiborite and colloidal suspension. An entirely ineffective combination, my dear fellow. Now, my dear. Let's smile. Come, come, come. A lovely girl like you can always smile. Ha, ha, ha. That's it. Hold it. Thank you. And now, everybody, I'm going out of that door. My guns are in my pockets. Remember, I have photographs of all of you. If any one of you talks to the police, I'll come back and shoot. All clear? Good day. And goodbye to you, my dear. Before we go back to counterspy, please listen. Pepsi-Cola hits the spot, two full glasses, that's a lot. Lots more value, lots more zest. Why take less when Pepsi's best? More and more among fellows and girls, among mothers and dad, you hear that sane and sensible question, why take less when Pepsi's best? No budget, no allowance, ever had a better friend than tangy, sparkling Pepsi-Cola. Because one big 12 ounce Pepsi bottle gives you two delicious drinks. That's twice as much tangy taste. Twice as much delicious Pepsi to go just twice as far. That's why more and more families say, why take less when Pepsi's best? Yes, families like yours and mine. 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And from the description, he must have been ten or fifteen years younger than Horn. Yes, but it's the tricky method of committing the crime that strikes me hardest. What's our move? Well, send out this new description of him to all police and Counter-Spice field offices. Also, a description to all drugists in Colorado. And instruct them to watch for a stranger who may come in and order a bismuth powder compound. A man similar to this new description. Field office, through David Harding. Harding to Denver. Set up spot surveillance of suspect immediately. But do not alarm him. He may carry explosives or poison for self-destruction. I'm joining you by jet plane. Hardly any noise, Dave? Jet plane's for me from now on. Remind me to ask for a jet-propelled transport model on the next budget. Uh-oh. Denver reporting. Go ahead, Denver. Horn just got his medicine. We have a walkie-talkie set up with all agents conducting surveillance. You bet your life I do. And I'll have you cut in, sir. We're walking faster now. What is it? Edwards, order one of our agents to drive ahead and get on the bus. We'll be with you in Denver in another hour. What's the layout? Horn and the girl enter that bungalow there. The place is almost entirely dark. The living room lights are on, but all the planes are gone. The place surrounded? Yeah, set up being there. Two men at each post. You want to rush the house? I want Horn alive. There's no telling what tricky might pull. Let me have your walkie-talkie. Here, thanks. Harding the Peters. Peters. Peters, pull all agents back to set up the sea farther from the house. Move to see me. We have to work out a different plan of attack. It's time to be done. Emery, you play beauty. Thank you, my dear. I saw you had a package from the drugstore. You're not sick, really. Oh, no, dear. They're just bismuth powders. They help my stomach. Emery? Yes, Gilda? I feel very happy with you. I'm glad. Funny. Sometimes once in a while you meet someone you feel you've known all your life. It's only been three days, Gilda. I feel as though I'd known you all my life. And still I don't know a thing about you except that I love you. That's very sweet, Gilda. On second thought, I do know something about you. Something you try to hide from me. And, uh, what is that, Gilda? I guess you do it because you really think I'm not very bright. Gilda, what is it? You're brilliant. The books you talk about, your remarks about things in the newspapers on the radio, and then you say it's nothing. Compared to you, my dear, it is nothing. Emery, there's something else I know. You're not as unobserving as I thought, Gilda. I mean, I think you've almost asked me to marry you, and Emery, if you do, I will. Gilda, you're the best. Oh, what was that? That was a question of the lamppost right in front of the house. Oh, no. Man, seems to have been thrown from there. No, no, no. He was hit by the car. The car's racing way down the street. Those hit-and-run drivers. We've got to help him. Await, Gilda. Well, we can't let him lie there. Very well. I'll go with you. He's badly hurt. His face is all bloody. Let's move him up on the lawn. No, no, no, no, Gilda. You must never move an injured person. Poor man, all that blood. Broken? No. Shot, probably very serious. Had contusions and abraded. Well, that's funny. What is it, Emery? I could just see better than this lie. See what, Horne? What are you doing? That's right. Who are you? What are you doing? What's that? When I get the handcuffs on, I've got him, Dave. Keep that wild cat off my back. All right, young woman, for the United States counter-spies. Counter-spies? You'd better be glad this happened. In another week, you'd have been as dead as Anna Cable, this man's housekeeper, and counter-spy agent Cameron. You all right, Dave? Here's the vial on him, and I'm betting it's explosive. All right, Harding. I don't know how you found me, but you'll never keep me. Until you go to the death house, I'll see that you're kept in the safest penitentiary in the country, Horne. Come on. Get going. When your friends drop in, be generous, but be thrifty, too. Serve plenty of delicious Pepsi Cola. Pepsi's big 12-ounce bottle gives you not just one sparkling glass full, but two. Get a carton of six, and serve 12 delicious drinks. Yes, Pepsi is America's biggest cola value. You get twice the tangy taste, twice the refreshment, twice the Pepsi. So why take less when Pepsi is best? Whenever you reach for refreshment, remember... Pepsi Cola hits the spot, two full glasses, that's a lot. Lots more value, lots more zest. Why take less when Pepsi's best? Tune in every Tuesday and Thursday, same time, same station to counter-spy. Listen on Thursday for the exciting counter-spy case of a cold-blooded professor. That's right. Well, we never expected that Professor Horne would cause your counter-spies many more frantic hours. Only Professor Horne would use prison pants that had been washed in lemon juice, or create a new appearance by stealing watch crystals and mixing them with flour, water, and wire, and escape from an escape-proof penitentiary. Be sure to tune in on Thursday, day after tomorrow, for... File number two, Case of a Cold-Blooded Professor on Counter-Spy. Tonight's Counter-Spy program originated in New York and featured Don McLaughlin and Mandel Kramer with music by Jesse Crawford. Counter-Spy is a Phillips H. Lorde production for Pepsi Cola. Enjoy some Pepsi, ice cold tonight.