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And now, the case of the last old timer, today's adventure starring Lon Clark as Nick Carter, brought to you by new post-war Old Dutch Cleanser. If you ask Waldo McGlynn, crime isn't what it used to be. No, sir. Give Waldo the good old days when Nick's father, Sim Carter, was one of the country's leading detectives, and his right-hand man was Waldo McGlynn. Those were the days when crime was crime. But today, at Nick's office, Waldo's audience isn't very attentive, because Nick is inspecting a new camera, and Patsy is finishing some letters. But Waldo still holds forth on his favorite subject. Hey, tell you, Nick, boy, we had real criminals in them days. You didn't catch them, fellas, by using a microscope and a lie detector. No, sir, you had to stand up. Anything else? Oh, I know thanks, Patsy. You know, with a fast lens like this, I could down here take pictures in the dark. Garnet Patsy, I wish you wouldn't interrupt me. No, I forget what I was saying. Oh, that's easy. No, sir, you had to stand up and shoot it out. Shoot first and ask questions afterwards. That's the way we work. I didn't say all that. Well, not yet anyway. But you were going to. Oh, I know that routine by heart, Waldo. I've heard it so often. All right, laugh. Go ahead. But you'll find out I'm right. And before long, too, you know who got out of Singsing this week? No. Who? Nitro Nelson. That's who. The king of the safe crackers. Oh, yes, I heard my father talk about him. You're sorry your old man and me shot it out with Nitro and his pal Dan Brinkley after they pulled that call in security's job and killed the night watchman. Oh, I thought they got the chair for that, Waldo. No, only Dan Brinkley was executed. And Nitro testified against him and got off with the life sentence. And they were released in this week? Yep, but were old after serving 25 years. So, Nick, you better look out for the biggest crime wave this old town has seen for many a day. Well, I doubt whether Nitro is much of a menace anymore, Waldo. Well, no boy must be past 70. Well, so what? He still knows more about cracking a safe than all these modern yigs put together. You just give him a flask of Nitro glycerin. And you... Waldo, those methods are out of date. Modern safes can't be cracked as easily as those old-timers. Okay, okay. You just wait and see. All right, Waldo. I promise to call on you with the very first time I get a case involving a blown safe. Nick Carter speaking. Hello, this is Cornelius Jones of Jones Fish and Carolee. Oh, yes, Mr. Jones. Somebody broke into our offices here at the factory last night. Murdered the night watchman. Got away with that payroll. Well, have you notified the police? Well, of course, but we'd like to have you on the case, too. Will you help us out? Okay, I'll be out there in 30 minutes, Mr. Jones. Splendid. Oh, by the way, where was the money? In a safe? Of course it was. The thief got it by blowing the door of the safe clear off its hinges. What did I tell you, Nick, boy? What did I tell you? One case doesn't make a crime-wave war. Just the same. Oh, Patsy, you have the camera, haven't you? I sure have. Well, here's Mr. Jones' office. Come on. I'll take two safes of this QS2 model. I want delivery as soon as possible. I'll have them for you inside of a week, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones, I'm Nick Carter. Oh, come in, Mr. Carter. Come in. Thank you. This is my secretary, Mr. Bowen. Hello, Mr. Jones. How do you do? And my assistant, Mr. Waldo Aloysius McGlynn. How do you do? Meet Mr. Lewis of the Hercules Safe Company. It's Lois. How do you do? Hercules Safe Company, huh? You were investigating the robbery, too, Mr. Lewis? No, no. I'm a salesman, not a detective. I just sold Mr. Jones two of our latest models. One for the factory here and one for the downtown office. We should sold them to me before this thing happened last night. Well, you can't see I didn't try, Mr. Jones. Pardon me, Mr. Jones, but you mind showing me where the safe is? I'd like to take a few pictures. Pictures? Yes, I'm testing a new camera with a special lens for detail work. Say, that's quite a camera, Mr. Carter. May I see it? Certainly, help yourself. I've read about these, but this is the first one I've ever seen. Well, F-14 lens, that's unusual. Golly, I'd like to have one of these. Yeah, well, you get those new safes here by Saturday. I'll buy you a roll of film. They'll be here, Mr. Jones. Come on, Carter, I'll show you where the robbery took place. You can get all the pictures you want. Well, there's the safe, Mr. Carter. The police have been over everything, of course. Gee, that is an old-fashioned safe. Yeah, I'll say it is. Modern safe, couldn't have been blown open so easily. The safe must have used nitroglycerin, too. See where he plugged up the cracks with soap? Let me take a look, Nick Boy. Yeah, go ahead, Walter, go ahead. Hey, Mr. Jones, where was the night watchman's body found? Well, just outside in the corridor. He was shot. The janitor found him when he opened up this morning. Nick Boy, this is one of Nitro Notion's jobs, if I ever saw one. Oh, Walter, you've got Nitro Nelson on the brain. I know what I'm talking about, Patsy. In the old days, we could recognize the work of every big time safe cracker in the business. Well, if you're right, Walter, we'll find out pretty soon. I see the police have been dusting for fingerprints. And it looks as though they've found plenty. Yeah, Nelson is with you here. We'll go down to headquarters and check with Matty. I'm waiting for a report on those fingerprints now, Nick. And when it gets here, you'll find out I'm right, Matty. Oh, yeah? This takes me back 25 years. Nitro killed the night watchman on that job, too. According to court records, his partner killed him. You could never make me believe that. Dan Brinkley wasn't the killer type. But Nitro's warden did it, and the court believed him. Oh, are you at the trial, Walter? Sure, Nick. I had to testify. Oh. Yeah, I remember how sorry I felt for Dan's wife and kid when the judge passed the death sentence on him. It's funny why their faces keep sticking in my mind the way they do. Oh, that's probably the report, Nick. Sergeant Matheson, homicide. Yeah? Uh-huh. Okay, Peterson, thanks. Walter, I got to give you a credit. You sure called the turn this time. What? You mean those were Nitro Nelson's fingerprints, Matty? As plain as day. What did I tell you? In spite of his age, the old boy must be pretty spry to pull a job as neat as that one. And you mark my words, this is only the beginning. Nick, boy, you're up against a real crook this time. Darn it, Patsy, it doesn't seem possible. Three more safe robberies in five days, and all of them exactly like the first. Nitro Nelson, Nick, boy, just like I told you. I can't argue with you anymore, Waldo. Found his fingerprints on every safe. I can't even get a lead on him. Today Nitro left prison. He must have gone directly to some hideout. Yes, I know, Patsy. I know, but where? Where? You know, ever since we saw that first safe he blew, I've had a feeling that there's something I ought to remember. Something in my mind keeps going back to that courtroom 25 years ago. Well, when you remember what it is, let me know, Waldo. You gave us the right steer the first time. Maybe you can do it again. And, Mr. Carter, when I opened up the office this morning, this is what I found. A crack safe with a door blown right off its hendon. And almost $40,000 in negotiable security. It's gone. Was the window open as it is now, Mr. Harris? Yes. Nothing's been touched. Oh, but, Nick, this is the top floor. Whoever cracked that safe couldn't have gotten through the window. Nobody could have lowered himself down from the roof with a rope. Oh. In fact, Miss Boyne, it's the only way he could have got by our watchman without being seen. That'd be quite a trick for a 75-year-old man. Not for Nitro Nelson, Nick. You know, if he'd only waited till next week, we'd have our new safe installed. I'll bet not even he could crack that. Hey, Patsy, come here. Yeah, what is it, Nick? What does this look like to you? I found it here on the floor in front of the safe. Why, it looks like a bit of gelatin. That's what I thought. Gelatin. I think we finally had something. Nick, boy, I got it. What, Walter? What I was trying to remember. But I ain't sure, so let me work it out on my own. Well, shouldn't you tell Nick so the two of you can work it out together? Nope, I got to do this myself. Just give me 24 hours, Nick, and if I don't find Nitro's hideout, then I'll tell you, okay? Well... Oh, all right, all right. Well, but be careful. Sure, I'll be careful, but I caught that old son of a gun once, and I can do it again. Maddie flashed that enlargement of the fingerprints on the screen again, will you? Okay, Nick, but what's the use? It's exactly the same as the prints of Nitro's we have on file. Sure, it is. No question about it. I know, I know, but... Yeah, every world, every loop, every ridge is there. What's bothering you, Nick? I'm looking for something that isn't there. Something that isn't there? Oh, just a minute, Nick. Sergeant Mathis and homicide. Where's that? Three, four, seven hillside road, eh? How long ago? Okay, I'll run out and have a look. Yeah, I'll leave right away. Okay, Thompson. Trouble, Sergeant? Yeah, somebody found a dead body in the cell of an old house out on hillside road. You want to come along, Nick? All right, Maddie, I can finish up here and we get back. Come on, Fancy. The body's down in the basement, Sergeant. This way. How did you happen to find it, Mr. Wilkins? It was out in my backyard when I heard a shot. I live in the next house down the road. Yeah? And then a minute later, I saw somebody run out of here carrying a suitcase. I got into a car and beat it fast. So I came over to see what was up. Was the door unlocked? Yes. It was wide open. Well, I thought that was funny, so I kept looking around, and finally I found this dead man in the cellar. You didn't move him, did you? No. I just looked from the top of the steps and I ran and called you. This, uh, the basement door? Yeah. Right at the bottom of the steps. See? There he is. Grief. Nick, look. Great Scott. It's Waldo. At the foot of the cellar stares in a deserted cottage, Nick's whole friend and assistant, Walter McGlynn, lies stretched out with a bullet hole in his chest. We'll see what happens in just a moment. Got your pencil? Got your paper? Death's set. Because here's where we repeat the contest jingle and give you a sample last line to copy down. First, the jingle. You don't copy this down because all old Dutch wants from you is a last line. 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Again this week, four new 1948 Ford sedans and $500 in cash will be won by somebody, and it might as well be you. Now, back to the case of the last old timer. Today's adventure with Nick Carter brought to you by new post-war old Dutch cleanser. Sergeant Matheson took Nick and Patsy with him to investigate a report that a body had been found in the basement of a cottage on Hillside Road. Only to discover that the man who was shot is Nick's old friend and assistant, Waldo McGlynn. A few minutes later... Well, I managed to stop the bleeding at least. I'm afraid he doesn't have much of a chance. Hey, Matty, when will that ambulance be here? Any minute now, Nick. I suppose Waldo was following that clue he spoke about when he came here. Probably. Wish now I'd made him tell me just what it was. Even if he recovers, it'll be days before he can tell us what happened. Hey, Nick, there's something over here I'd like to show you. If we can leave Waldo for a minute. All right, all right, Matty. We don't want to be down until the ambulance arrives anyway. What is it? Here, behind this partition. Take a look. What? Oh, those are safe. Yeah. Four old-fashioned safes. And each one has the door blown off the hinges. How do you know? And Mr. Wilkins. Yes. You know who lives in this cottage? Well, yes. I own the place. And about a month ago, I rented it to an old man named Triplet. An old man? How old? Why, he must have been 70, 75. Hard-boiled old gen two. Felt like one of those gangsters in the movies. You see, Nick, it was Nitro. This is the hideout we've been looking for. Well, how about those four safes, Mr. Wilkins? Do they belong to you two? No. I never saw them before. Well, how well did you get to know this Mr. Triplet? Well, I didn't get to know him at all. In fact, he's... I haven't even seen him since he rented the place. Hey, Nick, I've been looking at those safes. You know, only three of them were blown open. The door's wide open on the fourth, but it's not damaged. I noticed that too, Matty. Probably the fourth one was used to store the loot from the robberies. But why would he have four safes and then blast three of them open? Well, he was practicing, Petsy. Hey, look. He took three attempts to get this first one open. It was still a clumsy job. Yeah, but the technique was better on this next safe. He did a perfect job on the third one. I get it. After 25 years in jail, the old man had to do a little practicing in order to get back his skill. Come over here, Matty. Yeah, bring your flashlight. Okay. Pretty dark in this corner. Why don't you find something else? Throw the light down here on the dirt floor. Okay. Hey, see what I mean? Yeah. The dirt isn't packed down as hard as it is in the rest of the cell. Better get some men out here and start digging. Right. What for, Nick? Wouldn't be surprised if they find the body of Nitro Nelson. I'd careful, boys. Lift them out easy. Why? That's Mr. Triplet, the old man who rented my house. Maybe it was Mr. Triplet to you, Wilkins. But he was Nitro Nelson to the police. But Nick, it can't be Nitro. Look at the body. It must have been buried there for at least a week. Perhaps even longer, Matty. But it's still Nitro. Well, that's impossible, Nick. Those robberies started less than a week ago, and you know Nitro did them. You found his fingerprints on every safe. Yeah, and fingerprints don't lie. Well, if they're not lying this time, Matty, the only answer is that the robberies were committed by a ghost. And you don't believe in ghosts, do you? Give what some answers. How did Nitro's fingerprints get on those safes after he was dead? Well, Patsy, you know what happens when you develop photographic film? Well, I mean a general way. Why? Well, film is covered with a thin layer of sensitized gelatin. Yes, I know that much. Okay, then. When the film's put in a developer, the developer turns the exposed part of that gelatin black, and it eats away the unexposed part. Go ahead. I'm still with you. Now, suppose a photograph of a fingerprint were printed on a very thick layer of that gelatin. And it were left in an extra-strong developer until all the white spaces between the ridges were eaten away, as deeply as, say, a 30-second of an inch. Why, I suppose the black part, the ridges of the fingerprint would stand out like a rubber stamp. Exactly, Patsy. Like a rubber stamp made out of gelatin. And somebody took a photograph of Nitro's fingerprints and made one of those gelatin rubber stamp things out of it. Yes, see? I began to wonder when I found that bit of gelatin on the floor by the safe from Harris's office. Must have broken off when he put the prints there. Then, when we enlarged the prints at headquarters just now, I was sure. Yes. You said you were looking for something that wasn't there. What did you mean? Patsy, they have pores in all human skin. But not in gelatin. No matter how much we enlarged those prints, there wasn't a single pore mark. That's why I'm sure the fingerprints were faked. All right, sir. We know Nitro didn't rob those safes, but who did? I want you to phone all the companies that have been robbed. After we've made those calls, I think that'll give us the answer to your question. Hello? Hello, Lewis? Yes? This is Cornelius Jones of Jones Fish and Carowheal. Oh, yes, Mr. Jones. About those two safes I ordered from your company. Yes? Could you possibly deliver one of them this afternoon? No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Jones. But I've got over $50,000 in cash and securities here that just came in, and the banks are closed for the day. Now, all we have is that old safe in our downtown office. I don't trust that anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Jones. That old safe will have to do until tomorrow night. But before then, I'll take care of everything. That's our promise. Do you really think he's coming? $50,000 is pretty tempting bait. And Jones said he sounded plenty interested over the phone. Well, we only had a... Listen. Someone's forcing the window. Hold tight, Patsy. I think that's our man. All right, don't move. I've got a gun on you. Turn on the lights, Patsy. Right. Mr. Lewis. Yes, but perhaps he'd rather be called Mr. Brinkley. So you know, do you? I do. Your father was Dan Brinkley, wasn't he? Yes, Dan Brinkley. The man Nitro Nelson sent to the electric chair for a killing he did himself. That's what Waldo was trying to remember. Waldo was at Brinkley's trial, and he recalled the resemblance between you and your father. Yeah, who's Waldo? He's Nick's assistant. The man who trailed you out to the cottage. The man you shot, Brinkley. And he may die. Well, what did you expect me to do? You ran down the stairs waving a gun and yelling for me to give up. Sure, I shot him. Then I grabbed the stuff out of the safe and beat it. Well, you're not going to beat it this time. I'm not. Look, do you think I'm going to the chair like my father did? You don't have any choice. No. Well, look at what I've got in my hand. What have you got in that bottle? Nitroglytherin, sister. You take a shot at me, Carter, and we'll all be blown into a million pieces. Oh, put that gun away. You won't get away even if I do, Brinkley. This whole place is surrounded. Is the end of the line for you? OK, then it's the end of the line for all of us. Oh, don't throw that bottle down. Here it comes. With all his force, Brinkley hurls the bottle of nitroglytherin directly at Nick and Patsy, preferring to die with them rather than be captured. We'll see what happens in just a moment. Now, ladies, the margarine color problem is solved. Mixing bowl mess ended by new, Dell-rich, easy, color-packed margarine. To color, just knead the bag. No tax on your time, energy, or budget. And Dell-rich naturally tastes better, fresher, because its delicate, country-sweet flavor is sealed in. A new American favorite. Now for the conclusion of the case of the last old timer. Today's adventure with Nick Carter brought to you by new post-war old Dutch cleanser. Nick and Patsy trapped George Brinkley as he was about to blow open the safe of Jones, Fisher, and Canaway. But Brinkley holds a bottle of nitroglytherin above his head and says, OK, Carter, this is the end of the line for all of us. Don't throw that bottle, don't! Here it comes! The bullet only grazed you, Brinkley. Stop whimpering. They're going to be any explosion? No, Patsy. When he threw the bottle, I managed to catch it. Oh, gee. We're still lucky it didn't explode. Oh, brother, I never want to do that again. Neither do I. Well, come on, Brinkley. I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Sergeant Matheson of Homicide. Nicky, are you sure it's all right for us to see Waldo today? Sure. The nurse said he was conscious and asking for him. Good. Oh, here's his room. Oh, hello, Waldo. Hi, Waldo. Gosh, I'm glad to see you. Hey, Patsy. Oh, Nick, boy, there's something I got to tell you. That's Salesman for the safe company. He's Dan Brinkley's son. And you trailed him to that cottage on Hillside Road. We shot you. And we know all about it, Waldo. We caught Brinkley last night. You did? How? Well, to begin with, I couldn't believe a man like Rosé could pull those jobs. Oh, but, Nick, boy... What's more, I figured those jobs were pulled by someone who knew where there were old-fashioned safes that could be blown open by nitros out-of-date methods. So when two of the victims mentioned buying new safes, Nick figured that a safe salesman trying to sell them new ones would know all this. And it didn't take long to find out that Brinkley or Lewis had called on all the victims. Sure, but... And when I discovered the secret of the phony fingerprints, I remembered Brinkley's interest in photography. Photography? How does that fit? We'll tell you later, Waldo, after you feel better. It's enough right now to tell you that Brinkley's mother brought him up hating Nitro Nelson. So when Nitro got out of jail, Brinkley was there to meet him. And Nitro didn't recognize him. That's why he agreed to teach him his methods of safe-cracking $4,000. But after Brinkley learned the technique, he strangled the old man and buried him in the cellar of a cottage. So it wasn't Nitro that blew them safes after all? Sorry to disappoint you, Waldo, but you can credit the younger generation with those jobs. I guess that's why you caught him so easy. On my date, you had to stand up and... Shoot it out. Shoot first and ask questions afterwards. That's the way we work, then. All right. Come on, let's go on, Waldo. As of the 41948 Superdeluxe 4D8 four-door sedans in the second new post-war old Dutch cleanser contest, which closed March 6th. Stand aside, Mike. I'm doing the honors here. Okay, Nick, go ahead. Friends, it gives me great pleasure to announce that brand-new 1948 Ports were won by Mrs. M. T. Byrd of 16 Lexington Avenue, Needham Heights, 94, Massachusetts. Mrs. J. M. Bramlett of 1825 A Street, Lincoln, Nebraska. Mrs. Frida Carlits of 94 East 57th Street, Brooklyn III, New York. And Mrs. F. D. Long of 208 North East 4th Street, Galva, Illinois. And to these lucky people, let me say, may you have many happy hours of driving pleasure. Yes, and let me add, to all these Ford and other prize winners, congratulations. And be sure to listen next week for more winners. But now, Nick, how about next week's adventure? Well, Mike, next week we're going to look for a piece of rope. That's right. Then you could buy in any hardware store for a dollar or two. And yet, two murders were committed because somebody wanted it. Yes, and after the killer got his hands on it, he didn't want it anymore. So he gave it away. Well, this all sounds very mysterious. What's the name of the story, Nick? I call it The Case of the Magic Rope. Nick Carter, presented each week at this time by the Cuddehy Packing Company, is produced and directed by Jock McGregor, and is copyrighted by Street and Smith Publications Incorporated. Charlotte Manson is featured as Patsy, Ed Latimer played Matty, and Humphrey Davis played Waldo. Today's script was written by Jim Parsons. Original music is played by Henry Silverne. This program is fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The Campfire Girls, the homemakers of tomorrow, are having an anniversary this week. And to them, the Cuddehy Packing Company says, happy birthday, and many happy returns of the day. This is Michael FitzMorris saying, when minutes count, use new post-war old Dutch cleansers. Here's the mutual broadcasting system.