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Oh yes, yes, I've been expecting that. Let me have it, my boy. What's in it, Anki? You'll see. It's something I sent away for. What is it, a reducing set? Leroy? Of course not. Gee, tell us what it is! You just have to wait till I open it, my boy. It's sort of a surprise. It is? Gee, hurry up! There. What do you think of that, Leroy? Gosh, a detective set! Look at all that stuff! Per handcuffs, fingerprint powder, disguises, and a book on crime detection. That's right. It's an eagle eye detective institute. Do you like it, my boy? I sure do. Gee, thanks a lot. I've always wanted one of these. Well, this isn't for you, Leroy. It's for me. What? Oh, Anki. Well, since I caught that bank robber a few weeks ago, I sort of got interested in this sort of thing. Just thought I might take up crime detection as a hobby. Oh, for corn sake. Well, I happen to see this detective course advertised in a magazine. Uncle Mort, how ridiculous can you get? Now it isn't ridiculous at all. No harm in learning about these things. You never know. It might come in handy. How? Hmm? Well, who knows? Someday, the police department might call on me to help sob some big case. Why, I might become known as the Great Buildersluth. Oh, for heaven's sake. Gee, I thought the set was gonna be for me. Don't look so glum, Leroy. You can be a little detective, too. You can be my assistant. I can? Oh, boy. Sure. When a case comes up, we'll solve it together. Gee, I wish our burglar would break in our house. Now, we can catch him, Monk. Well, that's not rushing to my boy. You children better run along to school now. OK. Goodbye, Uncle Mort. Goodbye, my dear. Detectives. See you later, Ron. Goodbye, Leroy. Hi, Elk. Little Leroy. Well, I bet I'll have a lot of fun with this detective set. Certainly looks fascinating, all right. Wonder if Humphrey Bogart has one of these. Let's see now. Fingerprint powder. Sprinkle powder on surface. Blow away and fingerprints will be disclosed. That sounds easy. I'll try it on the table where Leroy was sitting. Should be plenty of fingerprints there. See, you just shake it out. You blow it. Well, it works. Look how plain they are. Yes, Bertie. What are you doing, Mr. Gillsleeve? I'm just looking at these fingerprints on the table here. Oh. You see how plain they are? Yes, sir. Mr. Gillsleeve, I can't help it if people get fingerprints on things. I keep this house as clean as I can. Oh, I know that, Bertie. No, sir. I can't help a few fingerprints. This house is kept as clean as I can keep it. But, Bertie, I was looking for fingerprints. Well, if you look for them, you'll find them. But I keep this house as clean as I can. Now, Bertie, you don't understand. This is the way we investigate crime. Well, a few fingerprints ain't no crime. I keep this house as clean as I can. But, Bertie, I'm just being a detective. It don't take no detective to find fingerprints around here. I can show you a lot of them. But I keep this house as clean as I can. Yes, I'd better pick up my fingerprint powder and blow. Mr. Gillsleeve? Pee-Vee, have you any crimes you want solved? Okay. You haven't heard about it yet, but I'm taking up the study of scientific crime detection. Oh, ain't that you? Yep. I've got myself a lot of detective equipment, and I'm all ready for business. Well, in that case, you might be interested in something that happened this morning. Oh, what's that, Pee-Vee? There was a big hold-up down at the fire department. A hold-up? Yes. The fire chief's parents were held up by a pair of suspenders. Oh, for heaven's sake. Held up by a pair of suspenders, get it? Yes. Pee-Vee, you may think this is funny, but someday you might need my services. What? Well, just suppose your drug store was robbed, or suppose somebody kidnapped Mrs. Pee-Vee. Kidnapped? Mrs. Pee-Vee? Yes. Do you know somebody who wants to kidnap you? No, of course not. Oh. But just suppose somebody did take her away. You'd look for a detective, wouldn't you? No, I'd look for Mrs. Pee-Vee. But Pee-Vee, I'm a detective. I could follow the clues. All right, you follow the clues and I'll follow Mrs. Pee-Vee. Well, you can laugh at me if you want to, Pee-Vee. But I bet the FBI would be crazy to have a detective like me. Well, all right. Yes, it certainly would. Yes, Uncle Mort, what is it now? This book on crime detection is certainly interesting. All right. Yes, I know. You've been telling me that ever since dinner, I'm trying to do my homework. Oh, pardon me, of course. You're out ahead, my dear. Thank you. Marjorie? Yes, Uncle Mort. Write something on a piece of paper. What? I want to get a sample of your handwriting. What for? Well, there's a chapter here on analyzing personality through handwriting. Oh, for heaven's sake. Just write anything. Your name. Oh, all right. There. Thank you. Let's see here. Small letters crowded together, slant to the left. Hmm, that's funny. What's funny? According to this, you're 50 years old, a pickpocket and you have a black moustache. Well, thank you very much. Must have got something wrong. Well, I hope so. Uncle, I've got to get this homework done. I'm going upstairs. Good night, Mr. District Attorney. Good night, Miss Miller. Miss Leroy, get back from that weenie roast so I can try this out on him. Yes, sir. I'll bet this... I'll get it, Bertie. Good evening, Gilday. Hello, George. Come in. Thank you. Well, Gilday, P.V. tells me you're a super sleuth now. Well... I must say in that dressing gown you do look like a famous detective. Oh? Sheerlock Holmes? No, the Fat Man. Very funny, you old goat. Sit down. Now, Gilday, what is all this nonsense? It's no nonsense. I'm taking up the hobby of scientific crime detection. That's all. Well, I know a case you could work on right now, Gilday. You do? What's that? There was a murder committed in an automobile this morning right at Second and Main. A murder in an automobile? Yes, a fella choked his throttle and killed his motor. Judge, with those old jokes, you and P.V. ought to go into television. Well, maybe we should. Yeah. I'll try it. Right here, Leroy. Hello. Man of my boy. There's a ghost out there. What? Where? In that old house out by the mill pond. I heard it. Now, my boy, you probably just imagined it. No, I didn't. Piggy heard it, too. Us kids were coming home from the weenie roast. We were driven by that haunted house. Leroy, there's no such thing as a haunted house. Well, this one is. I suppose you mean the old Willoughby house, Leroy. Yeah. We were just going by there. It was all dark and everything. And all of a sudden, the door opened and we heard footsteps in there. Like this. Oh, maybe somebody's living there. Gilday, nobody has lived in that house for 20 years. Not since crazy old Henry Willoughby died there. Oh, yes. And then we heard a moan. Like this. Oh, my goodness. A ghost. That's silly, Leroy. Well, there have been a lot of stories about that house, Gilday. Some people claim they've seen old Willoughby's ghost roaming through the place at night. It's easy to see how it might frighten some people. Well, it wouldn't frighten me. That's what I told the kids, honk. I told them you were a detective and nothing could scare you. Well, of course. I told them you'd walk right in that old haunted house any old time. Absolutely. I told them you'd go right out there tonight. Tonight? Sure. Well, it might be better, Leroy, in the daytime. You can see better then. Awk, why don't you go now and I can go with you? Well, you're not scared, are you, Gilday? A big detective like you? Why, of course not. Then why don't you go? All right, Hooker, I will. Oh, boy. But, Gilday, aren't you afraid to go out there? Why should I be? After looking at you all these years, a ghost would look good. Gilday? Goodbye, you old ghost. I mean old goat. Come on, Leroy. Where's the house, honk? Yes, I see it. Well, shall we get out, honk? Huh, get out? Oh, yes, of course. The dark out here is nice. Yeah. The house does look a little spooky, doesn't it? Yeah. Well, I guess we ought to go a little closer. Yeah. Sure scary, isn't it? Huh. Well, it's a little dark and lonesome out here, but there's really nothing to be scared of. Leroy, what was that? Just a screech, our honk. Must have the hiccups. Hello there, screechy. Stay close to me, my boy. You're probably pretty frightened. All right. We'll have to go through this gate. Sounds like Judge Hooker clearing his throat. Yes? This is where we heard the ghost. Huh? We were standing right where you're standing when it happened. Right where I'm standing? Yeah, and all of a sudden the door opened and we heard those footsteps and that scary sound. You did? Well, Leroy, I told you there's no such thing as a ghost. You just imagined the whole thing. Why, how could anything like it... Honk, the door, it's opening. Yeah. Well, after this, don't believe everything I say. Come on, Leroy, run. Mr. Wall, this is some block we live in. How's that, Bertie? Well, practically every woman in this block is a good cook. Now, take Miss Simpson. No woman can braw a steak's bed in her. And Miss Salson, her specialty is hot breads. Caserole dishes like baked shrimp is what Miss McKendry does there. That's the way it is up and down the whole block. Every one of them is a good cook. And every one of them uses parquet margarine as a spread and for cooking, too. Well, that's not surprising, Bertie. Parquet is so nutritious and after all... Mr. Wall said the reason our block is a parquet block is because parquet margarine tastes so good. It's economical, too. It costs only about half as much as the most expensive spread. That's right. But economy is, as economy does, I say. And what that parquet margarine does is taste so good. Well, I sure, parquet is made from the selected products of American firms. So I think that more and more women in every town in America are going to use parquet margarine. They'll like it because it's nutritious, because it's economical. But mostly, Mr. Wall, because it tastes so good. Right, you are, Bertie. That's the plain truth about parquet, the delicious margarine made by craft. And remember, in many states, you can now buy parquet margarine in yellow quarter-pound sticks. Last night, the great Yilder sleeve set out to prove to Leroy that there's no such thing as a haunted house. But while he was out at the mysterious Willoughby Place, a strange thing happened. First, the door opened. Then there were hollow footsteps. Then a weird ghostly sound. What did the great man do? Well, he ran away. It's morning now. We find him telling Marjorie all about it. I tell you, Marjorie, I heard those sounds just as plain as anything. Oh, sure. Well, I did. In Leroy, I heard it too. Uncle Mort, why don't you admit it? It was dark and scary out there, and you imagined those things. That's all. I did not. And then you ran away. My big, brave detective. No, Marjorie. More coffee, Mr. Gilseed? Bertie, you believe me, don't you? I did hear something out there last night. Yes, sir. There's something going on in that house. Yes, sir. I wouldn't get scared about nothing. No, sir. What's the use? I tell you, judge, there's something peculiar about that house. Oh, of course. Well, there is. I'm standing there, and then I heard this strange sound. Strange sound. It was probably your knees knocking together. It was not. Well, I know another place that's haunted, Gildy. Where's that? Your upper story. There's been nobody home there for years. Okay, hop right up in the chair. Well, Commish, heard any strange noises lately? Okay, Floyd. Hey, Commish. What? Move! Floyd, just cut my hair. Okay. Floyd. Only kidding, Commish. You know, I don't blame you for running away last night. I'd have run, too. You would? Sure. Then you believe me, Floyd, huh? You think I did hear something out there? Sure. You don't think there's a ghost in that house, do you? No, something worse than that. A dangerous criminal. A criminal? Yep, probably a counterfeiter. What? Well, that's what those guys always do. Pick out someplace like a haunted house so nobody'll come near them. They do? Sure. I'll bet this fella's out there right now, grinding out $10 bills. Yeah. Oh, well, it could be. Sure, that's your big chance, Commish. Everybody's laughing at you now. But if you was to catch this guy, you'd be the Dick Tracy of Summerfield. Probably get a big reward, too. Maybe $500. $500? You think so? Sure. If I was you, I'd go out there and investigate, tonight. Bye, George Floyd. I'll do it. I'll show the judge and everybody who's afraid. Had a boy, Commish. I'll be home, rooting for you. Yep. Thanks. And, Commish. Yes? You might cut little Floydie Munson in on that reward. Well, we'll see, Floyd. I'll catch that counterfeiter if it kills me. What am I saying? I'd better go see the chief of police. Now, Commish. You don't know there's a counterfeiter out in that house. Well, chief, there's somebody out there. What about those footsteps I heard? Now, Mr. Gilder's sleeve, those footsteps were probably just a rat running around. Well, if it was a rat, he was wearing shoes. That's very funny. Oh, oh, oh. Yes, yes. Well, I'm going out after this fella tonight, chief. Are you coming with me or not? Well, Commissioner, I guess I shouldn't let you down. No, you're talking. This fella might be a dangerous character, all right. Naturally. He's probably a killer. Well, I can't let you face a killer without any protection. That's well. Then you're going out with me? No, I'm going to give you a permit to carry a gun. Yes. Thank you very much. Not at all, Commissioner. Sign right here. What a chief of police. Guess I'd better get out to that house. Getting kind of late. Hope I can sneak downstairs without waking family. Oh, better turn off the light. What? Out to the Willoughby house. What? That isn't a ghost out there, Leroy. It's a dangerous criminal, and I'm going to get him. Really? Jake, can I go out there with you? No, my boy. You're going back to bed. It's too risky. He's probably a killer. Gosh, you're sure brave, Uncle. Well, some people don't think so, but I'm going to show him. Hello, boy, Uncle. Well, my boy, I'll be back in a little while. Yeah. I hope so. I'll be there pretty soon. I'm afraid. Guess I'll have to go through with it now. Me and my big mouth. Wonder if that fellow is a killer. I just won't think about it. Get some music on the radio. Cheer myself up. I caught you snooping around here, didn't I? Huh? Well, you made a big mistake coming out here. You're not getting out of this place alive. I'm going to drill you so full of holes you'll look like a piece of cheese. I hope it's craft. Think I'll try another program. Too close to the house, and I'll sneak up on him. That's what it said in the book, Chapter 2. On Gilleslead, you wanted to be a detective. Wish the moon would come out. My heart's pounding so loud. Sounds like somebody's following me. Isn't that silly? Somebody is following me. Wonder who it is. Nobody out here but me and the killer. The killer. He's after me. He's gaining on me. This is the end, Gilleslead. Goodbye, Marjorie. Goodbye, Leroy. You can have my detective set. Hey, Commissioner. Chief Gates, what are you doing out here? Well, Commissioner, I thought it over and decided it wasn't right to let you come out here all alone. Oh? After all, we're fellow jolly boys. Oh, thanks, Chief. I'm certainly glad you're here. Glad to be here. Well, Commissioner, let's get on with the manhunt. Manhunt? Oh, yes. Just stay right behind me. Good idea. Here's the gate. And here is. He might take a shot at us. Oh, yes. One of these steps. I will. Sumbled. Door. Yeah. Say, hey, kind of spooky in there, isn't it? Sure is. Well, I guess we ought to go in. Yeah, I guess we should. The door's open. I'll tell you, Commissioner, you go in and I'll stay out here and be the lookout. Huh? Why can't I be the lookout? Oh, no, no. That takes experience. You go in and flush him out. Flush him out? That's right. And I'll leap on him when he runs out the door. Well, look before you leap, the fellow running out might be me. Okay. Go on in, Commissioner. All right. Stop pushing me. Don't worry. I'll be right here. Oh, don't lock the door. Hmm. Dark. Can't see a thing in here. Killer's probably hiding someplace. Ready to spring at me. I'll just feel around. Feels like a face. Chin. Big nose. Ears. Antlers. A moose head. Yeah, I guess he isn't in this room. Better try the whole cobwebs. Just floor wouldn't creak so loud. He's a lot of lovey. There it is. I'm getting out of here. No, I'm not. He's not going to scare me. I'll show him. Oh, brother. Sounds like it's coming from that room there. There's a light out of the door. I'll get my gun ready here. What did I do with that permit? I wish I could stop shaking. Well, I'll sneak up on him. Well, this is it, Killer's Leave. The killer's just outside this door. Courage now. I'll take him by surprise. Put up your hands. I've got your... Well, hello, Mr. Killer's Leave. Phoebe! Phoebe, what are you doing here? Well, I come out here several nights a week to practice. Practice? Yes, I just bought this cello, and Mr. Phoebe won't let me play it now. Oh? Oh, brother, I don't blame her. Well, nobody can hear me way out here. Of course I'm just a beginner. Oh, my goodness, and I thought you were a counterfeiter. How's that? Playing a cello in a place like this, Phoebe, you're the biggest boob in Summerfield. Well, no, I wouldn't say that. Oh! And bring your harmonica. The Great Yellow Slave will be right back. Here's news. You can now get yellow parquet in all states where laws permit. 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