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Its auditorium is empty and its half-lighted stage is bare, except for several dozen folding chairs and a few rough tables that have been used for a rehearsal. In the center of the stage stands a smiling young woman surrounded by newspaper reporters and photographers. Among them, Anne Williams and Casey. Tilt your head up just a little more, Miss Holliday. It'll give you a better neckline. Make the smile a little wider, please. I'll try, gentlemen. That's it. Hold it. There. Now sit down and cross your legs. Yeah, one little cheesecake. All right. Will this do? Pull the skirt a little higher. Like this? That's well. Say, you photographers get out of the way and give us reporters a chance. Danny, you can take over as far as I'm concerned. I wasted enough good super pan-press film on this publicity build-up. You think she's pretty, Casey? Sure, but I think she'd double-cross her own mother in order to get what she wants. She'll be getting what any woman would want when this play opens tomorrow night. Her name and lights and... Well, if she's half as good as the rave notices she got on the out-of-town try-out, she'll be the biggest smash we've had for a long time. Yeah. Well, go on over and get your interview. I'll have a gab with Hartley Owens. He's a nice old thing. He's finally got what seems an assured success in this play. Yeah, so am I. He must have been down to his last half a shoestring when he got his mitts on this comedy. Well, well, get over to this bright new star and hear her throbbing success story. Join you later. Okay, Annie. Hello, Mr. Owens. Hello, Casey. It was nice of all you newspaper boys and girls to come here today and give me this break. You made sure we'd give you this break. You mean the insurance story? It's a corny old publicity gag, Mr. Owens, but it always works. And we got the release about you insuring your new star for a quarter of a million bucks and then verified the truth of it. Well, it made good coffee. Well, the $250,000 life insurance policy I took out on Sandra Holiday wasn't merely a bid for publicity, Casey. Huh? That little girl over there in my play, I've got an SRO hit that'll make me several millions. Without her, I've got another turkey. She's good as all that, huh? She's sensational. Your press agent said you discovered her in a Chicago night spot, but he saw a pedal beyond that. What's the dope on her? Well, strictly off the record, Casey, she was entertaining in a pretty low dive when I found her in one of Murray Solano's places. Uh-oh. I knew Solano when he was running a clip joint in this town. It was a honey. So is Solano. And I'm very much afraid... Afraid of what? Of complications. Huh? She's crazy about this girl. He wants to marry her. Ooh. Well, if she does, the publicity will wreck both her and your show. You know, among other assorted crimes and misdemeanors, that guy is strongly suspected of a couple of murders. Well, she won't marry him. As a matter of fact, Sandra's even more anxious to get rid of him than I am, but Solano has money, Casey. He was helpful to her before I took her out of his place. And I think that she had encouraged him a little too much. Now it's going to be hard to give him a brush up. Very hard. He's followed her here. He even managed to get a suite at the quarterly Blenheim where she's stuffing and on the same floor. Sandra wishes to be completely free of him. She's temperamental and impulsive. If she doesn't handle the situation wisely, he might get nasty. Yeah, he will. Murray Solano was born nasty. Hello, Hartley. Good afternoon, Bernice. Our dear little Sandra seems to be having a most enjoyable session with the newspaper people. Yes, indeed. Bernice, allow me to present Mr. Casey of the Morning Express. Casey, this is my other great star, Miss Rolf. Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Miss Rolf. I've admired your acting a long time. Thank you. You're a photographer, Mr. Casey. Yes. Then why aren't you taking pictures of Mr. Owen's sensational discovery? Well, I've already taken some. I'd like to shoot several of you, Miss Rolf. That's diplomatic. Bernice, my dear, you know... Yes, Hartley. I know. Good day, Mr. Casey. So long, Miss Rolf. Her nose is out of joint, huh? Oh, she's terribly jealous of Sandra. When this play went into rehearsal, Bernice was engaged for what then seemed to be the stellar role. But when the writers and my other associates in the production saw what we had in Sandra, her part was lengthened and developed, and Bernice's was cut. If I hadn't had her signed to an iron-clad contract, you'd have walked out on me. Must be pretty hard for her to take. Bernice Rolf's an established star and have an unknown come in and take all the gravy. Well, it made her rather poisonous, to say the least. Yeah. Bernice has rooms at the courtly blend. I am two on the same floor as Sandra and Solano and me. I'm going to have a time-preserving piece there as well as at the theatre. Isn't that Solano coming in? Oh, yes. I haven't seen him in a long time. He's put on a lot of weight. Well, Casey, long time no see. Yes, long time, Solano. Been shooting pictures of Sandra, huh? She's something, ain't she? A bombshell from what I'm told. A guy with eyes shouldn't have to be told. After my first look at her, Casey, I knew she had everything. You've known her for some time? Not long enough. See, once I figured it'd make Sandra feel good if I threw a party in her honor tonight. You know, give her a big sender so I've made arrangements at the silver clock. No, Mr. Solano, I told you there'd be no parties tonight. Tomorrow night's our opening and Sandra must have complete rest until then. Not with that rest stuff. That kid likes excitement, eh, Sandra? Yes? I want to talk to you a minute. I'm terribly busy. Excuse me, Casey. I've got to make sure she doesn't... Yeah, I'll go with you, Mr. Rhodes. It's those newspaper characters for a minute and getting here full of what I've cooked up. I've thrown a big party for you tonight, kid. Owens doesn't want me to go out this evening. So what? Now, here's what we're gonna do, babe. How dare you call me babe? Huh? Mr. Solano, you neither know me long enough nor well enough to call me babe. Of course, this is an act, kid. It is not an act. I want you to leave me alone. Oh, I thought your head has been getting bigger and your hat's a little higher. Mr. Owens, please have this man put out of the theatre. Put me out, huh? I'm plain enough that I don't want to see you anymore. Yeah. But here's now. Come on, babe. Thanks for finally giving it to me straight. Just how I stand. Sandra, you shouldn't have done that. Not the way you did. I told you I was fed up with him, Mr. Owens. And you wanted him out of the way. And Solano's dangerous. I'm not afraid of him. Um, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry this unpleasant scene had to occur before you. Now, as I was telling you reporters, I was brought up in an exclusive section of Pittsburgh. My father works in a bank. Probably a gravel bank. Casey. What do you suppose the lowdown is on that Solano person? I'll tell you when we get out of here, Annie. Come on, let's go. So long, Mr. Owens. Excuse us a moment, Miss Williams. Certainly. Casey, you're an old friend, so I know everything I've told you will be off the record. This opening tomorrow night, the success of my new star means everything to me. The wrong sort of publicity at this time. Yes, yes, I understand. Well, don't worry. Nothing to hurt your show will get into the express. And the people here from other papers are young in the racket. They don't know Solano. Thanks. You think he might try to harm Sandra? It was pretty rough the way she gave him the key. Solano's got to be plenty burnt. Look, why don't you play safe and get her a bodyguard? I shall. That'll be good publicity. You would think of that, Annie. Second nature, my boy. But seriously, until I secure guards for the job, I'll keep very close watch over her myself. Well, that'll be easy since you're starving at the same hotel. Well, so long, Mr. Owens. So long, Casey. I'm sorry, Mr. Owens. Miss Sandra Holliday doesn't answer her telephone. Well, I'm sure she's in her suite operator, probably sleeping soundly. She has a breakfast appointment with me this morning, and I promised to wake her with a call, so please try again. Very well, Mr. Owens. Don't waste time knocking at that door, man. Open it. If I use my pass key on Miss Holliday's door, you must take the responsibility, Mr. Owens. Ladies don't usually like it when house detectives barge in. I'll take all responsibility. I tell you, I've been trying to rouse her by phone for almost half an hour. Don't be worried, sir. She may have gone out. I told her not to go out. Open that door. Here you are, sir. But nothing ever happens to people in this hotel. What a fool. Sandra. Sandra. Her head's all bashed, and she's dead. Dead before she could open tonight. I've lost at least a million dollars. You can think of money at a time like this. Yes. And a paying off the man I think has robbed me of it. He's in this hotel on this floor if he hasn't run away. Call the police and then arrest Murray Solano. Our story will continue in just a moment. Want to make your folks mouths water with a surefire dessert? Then let it be homemade pie and set it on the table in a gleaming anchor-hawking ovenglass pie plate. Its fluffy, light brown crust will give a tempting hint of the goodness within. Peaches, berries, or creamy lemon meringue. And those delicious pies will be even better when baked in a fire-king ovenglass pie plate because they bake all the way through. 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Casey, have you told Captain Logan what happened at the theater yesterday? Yes, on our way here, I happened to be in Logan's office when the murder report came in. Are you a house detective? What's your name? Baman, sir. Have you made any check on Solano's movements, Bannon? Yes, Captain. It was last seen coming into the hotel about 12 o'clock last night, and no one remembers seeing him leave again after that. I'll put my men checking on that. Until the medical examiner gets here and gives me the lowdown, I guess this woman's been dead about eight hours since two o'clock this morning. That's my guess, too, Logan. I'm glad to have your support, Casey. I'm happy to give it to you, Bob. And the murder instrument was obviously that heavy brass candlestick from which somebody has carefully removed all the fingerprints. Well, a guy like Solano would remember to do that. Yeah, but would Solano have used a candlestick? Why not? I can see him giving her the business with a gun or his fist by choking her to death. If he'd used a gun, the shot would have been heard. Yes, I know that, but I don't know, the picture doesn't seem just right. And how did he get in here between midnight and two in the morning? I think Sandra let him in herself, Casey, perhaps because I instructed her not to do so under any circumstances. You saw yesterday how headstrong she was, and she had no fear of Solano. I thought you were going to get guards for her, Mr. Rose. I did. Men from the Phoenix Detective Agency would be close to her every minute after this morning. After this morning? Well, Sandra had promised me she wouldn't leave her suite until she accompanied me for breakfast, Captain. I was foolish enough to think she'd be safe there. I'm a man who makes big mistakes. I've made nothing else during the last half dozen years. Now, I've made my biggest and lost a fortune. Your show has no chance without this holiday. None whatsoever. If my stockholders insist I'll put in another actress and give the thing a showing here, but they'll be wise if they let it drop and console themselves with the return of the investments from the insurance I took out on Sandra's life. Oh, your stockholders share in that $250,000 policy. Well, naturally, it takes them from all loss. Hey, who are your stockholders? Why, that's a private business matter, Captain. There can be no privacy where a merger is concerned. Yes, you're right. Well, as you're probably aware, Captain, conservative businessmen rarely wish it known that they invest in anything as speculative as a theatrical venture. So, I must ask you and Casey to treat the information you've requested as confidential. Oh, certainly, sure. R.G. Whipple, the banker, is my chief banker. State Senator Pearson is the other. Ah, thanks. I have to ask a lot of personal questions in the case of this sort, Mr. Owens. Well, I trust that I'm not under any suspicion as investigation of my affairs will show you I had every reason to keep Sandra Holliday alive. I believe that, Mr. Owens. Murray Solano may not have been the only person who would have liked to have seen her dead. What, you think somebody else? Bernice Roth wasn't exactly a friend of Miss Holliday. Bernice. Jealous women can be as murderous as jilted men. Casey, I'm sure that Bernice... Hey, what's this about? Mr. Owens can give you the details better than I can, Logan. And after he gets through, I think there's an actress you want to talk to, a star who didn't like being out shone by a new one. Bernstein wants another mint julep and we're all out of mint. I'll get some right away at the party. Yeah, make him the julep when you do. Okay. Joe just lets things go behind this bar. Joe does. Sure, Miss Williams, I'm not supposed to do everything. Huh, everything. Now, go on with what you were saying, Casey. Huh? Captain Logan didn't get anything out of Bernice Roth, huh? No, nothing. Nothing except denials, pal. She had every opportunity last night to make a round trip from her rooms in that hotel to Miss Holliday's suite. As a member of the show, Holliday would naturally have let her come in. But Miss Rove says she didn't go near Sandra Holliday's suite last night. And nobody saw her go near her. Nobody saw Solano go near her either, Annie. Nobody saw anybody go near her, did they? Apparently not. Well, I think it's a waste of time to suspect anyone but Solano. The simple fact that he sneaked out of that hotel and that he's hiding from the cops now is his proof of his guilt. Annie, that's circumstantial evidence. You don't believe Solano did the job, huh, Casey? Well, Ethelbert, I'm trying to keep an open mind about it. The guy, of course, is a lousy racketeer. He's a suspected killer. But he's never shown the kind of a yellow streak that a guy must have before he beats a woman's brains out and from behind her back at that. Oh, I don't know. I'm probably all wrong. Logically, he's the guy, but... Well, I have a hunch. Uh-oh. One of them things again, huh? Yeah. Placing any bets on it? I got a couple of bucks in my pocket that ain't working. Yeah, well, keep it there. My common sense tells me this hunch is wrong. I'll, uh, take that $2 bet, Ethelbert. Huh? On Casey's hunch being right, Miss Williams? On his common sense being wrong, I'll always bet on that. What do you mean by that? The bet's two bucks his hunch is right because his common sense is wrong. That's it. It's a deal. But remember, in past experience, I think I've stuck my neck out for the losing end. Oh, yeah? Casey, as my sister Edna says, quote, people are like onions. They usually repeat. Pardon me. I mean, unquote, my admiring friend. How's Hartley Owens taking the whole thing, Casey? Everybody says he'd be riding high again if his show could open with that girl. Well, he's taking it like any guy would who lost a potential million or two. He'll collect on that big insurance policy, of course. Only a small part of it, 20%. 50 grand is peanuts to what he would have made on the show with Sandra Holliday. Who gets the other 80%? His backers. Who'll make plenty on their investment? Say, maybe one of them backers figured insurance dough was more sure than that show being a hit. No, no, no, forget it, forget it. Logan, check the backers. They're both very rich, very law-abiding guys who wouldn't have and couldn't have killed Sandra Holliday. How can you say that Big Jim Maxon is law-abiding? Why, he ain't even very rich. Big Jim Maxon. What about him? Well, runs Maxon's tavern. I know. You know, he's in the rackets, Casey. But what's Big Jim Maxon got to do with it? He's one of Hartley Owens' backers. What? Big Jim, oh, you're nuts. He told me he was. Said he bought 20% of the show for 10 grand. He told you? Only a couple of nights ago. He asked me to keep it confidential counter that hard-boiled wife of his wouldn't approve. And he said that Heine Troutman, the gambler, had 20% too. Casey, this may mean that... Annie, sure, sure. Look, come on, we're going to find Logan. Then call on Big Jim and Heine Troutman. Why, Casey? Well, when we have time to tell you, pal, I think it will cost two bucks, two bucks. Two bucks? Your bet to me, Ethelbert. I guess Casey's hunched. Down, gentlemen. Oh, thanks, Mr. Owens. We won't be here very long. Neither will you, Mr. Owens. I, Casey? Uh-huh. Nice suite of rooms he has, Logan. He's going to miss it. I don't understand. This afternoon, I called in the backers of your show whose names you gave me, Mr. Whipple and Mr. Pearson. I'm sure they confirmed everything I told you. They did, 100%. Yeah, but tonight we made other calls on Big Jim Maxon. Maxon? And Heine Troutman. I don't know what you're... Oh, yes, you do. You sold 140% of your show, Owens. You expected the show to be a flop, which would mean no payoffs to anybody but yourself. Make sure it'll be a flop. You put an unknown entertainer under one of the big parks. But she made your turkey into a hit. Your sheet opened here in the big town. You would have been called upon to pay out 40% more than the show could bring in. The two hard-boiled businessmen and two tough racketeers. And when they got the bright idea of ensuring this holiday's life, the business guys with their lawyers made you sign over an interest in the policy to the extent of the shares they'd bought, 80%. But in the deal you made with Maxon and Troutman, you merely had to return their invested dough, $20,000, if Miss Holliday's death made the insurance collectible. So, to keep yourself from being sent to jail by the business guys, they're being rubbed out by the racketeers when they got wise that you'd sold them watered stock. And to still make 30 grand out of your swindle at a backfire? You killed Sandra Holliday. You may as well admit it, Owens. How about a Solano killed a Solano did it? You made it look that way. Oh, he was to be your fall guy. Now, stick out your wrist, Owens. I've got a pair of bracelets for you. Oh, no. Look, you give me that gun. If either of you take a step, I'll shoot. You think I came here to arrest a murderer without posting 10 men in the hall outside to cover us? Nobody's going to get me. There's an extension roof, only a floor below these windows. I'll jump and get away. You're crazy. Maybe I am crazy. So crazy I'm going to kill both of you. He's going to shoot. Now wait. Owens's on the floor. Oh, who fired? I shot the rat, Captain. Solano. Yeah, Casey. You're OK. Just getting my mitt won't do you and Captain Logan any damage. Oh, thanks. Yeah, a million. Funny. I never thought I'd save the life of a cop and a newspaper guy, but things don't always happen the way we figure. You know, we've just found that out. Tell me, how did you get in this room? That's funny, too. I was coming along the hall this morning when I heard Owens and that house dick talking in Sandra's suite. I heard him say she was dead. No one said I'd kill her. Knowing how I stand with cops and having no alibi, I did a quick duck through another open door into here. You've been hiding out in Owens's suite. You cops never bothered to look for me in the rooms of the guy who'd set you to huntin' me. He didn't know I was here. Any more than I knew he was the rat who killed Sandra. Funny all around. Funny. Wouldn't have been funny for Logan and me if you hadn't been here. Maniac had the drop on us. We hadn't a chance. Maniac? Huh? You heard him. He was crazy. Owens is coming, too. You didn't kill him, Solano? I'll get a doctor for him. First, give me your gun, Solano. Casey and I are thankful you had one and used it as you did. I'm keeping this gun. It's got a little job to do. The rat who turned my girl against me and killed her isn't gonna die of old age in an asylum. Solano! I forgot now, Captain. You're under arrest, Solano, for murder. Sure, Captain. Funny, ain't it? The way you finally pinned me for a wrap in the hot seat. We'll join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. If you enjoy really good beer, the most important thing to look for, aside from the label, is the kind of container it comes in. Be sure it's a bottle, a glass bottle. For glass and only glass can bring you beer and ale the way it's meant to taste with no foreign flavor. Now, today, you can buy beer and ale in a brand new kind of glass bottle, so light and compact, so inexpensive to brewers, that it requires no deposit. Yes, sir, never again will you have to worry about those extra pennies or about returning empties to the store. Simply enjoy your favorite beer or ale, and when the bottle is empty, throw it away. This amazing new one-way bottle is a natural for picnics. It looks well on any table. For beer that's brewery bright, demand a glass bottle. And for convenience, demand your favorite brand in the anchor glass, one-way, no deposit bottle. A product of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. It was funny, Casey, how Solano was finally got for murder. Well, I'm not laughing about it, Ethelbert. No, he saved Casey's life and Logan's life. Well, not only that, he... Well, Solano's a bad guy. He's deserved a life sentence or the chair for a long time, but... Well, nuts, I don't know. Say, Ethelbert, I just remembered, you owe me two dollars on that bet. Yeah, my hunch was right. Terrible hot weather we've been having, ain't it? My two dollars, Ethelbert? Yeah, I hope it's cooler tomorrow. Would you say, Miss Williams? You know, Ethelbert, a better always pays up promptly. Yeah, when it's cooler, it'll be much better. A starring Stottz-Cottesworth as Casey is brought to you each Thursday by the anchor hocking glass corporation. Makers of Fire King oven glass. Anchor glass containers. Anchor caps and closures. All products of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. The original music is by Archie Biss-Jan Miner as Ann, and John Gibson as Ethelbert. The part of Hartley Owens was played by Roger the Coven. Herman Chittison is the Blue Note pianist. The 40th anniversary of the Army Air Forces. Anchor hocking joins in saluting the men of this great organization and in reminding the nation they serve, that air power is peace power. This is Tony Marvin saying good night for the anchor hocking glass corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, with offices in all principal cities of the United States and Canada. Thursday night on CBS is the biggest show in town, so stay tuned for exciting dramatizations on Rita's Digest radio edition, which follows immediately over most of these stations. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Thank you.