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Ethelbert, the head bartender of the Blue Note Cafe, is obviously not one of those unfortunate, for we find him in the morning. Hi, Walter. Yeah, Ethelbert. Bring up two more bottles of aspirin. They're going to be our best sellers today. Okay. Oh, what a beautiful... Well, look, happy New Year, Casey. And the same to you, Miss Williams. Hmm. What's the matter with you two? Ask Walter to bring us a couple of cups of coffee, pal. Strong and black. And slip me an aspirin tap. Make that a double order. Hey, Walter, draw two. What kind of citizen doing here? Practicing at this hour in the morning? He couldn't get home on account of the snow. He slept here all night, pal. Here's some special headache medicine for you to stay out all night. We haven't been stay out all night. I know. Like good, sensible folks, you left the party early, just before daylight. And then you got all of an hour's sleep before you had to come to work on an 8 a.m. shift. He's a wise guy, Annie. Yeah. This should have been like me. I wasn't on duty last night, but did I spend my leisure time in idle revelry? I did not. At 12 o'clock, my sister Edna and me wished one another a happy new year over a glass of good, healthful milk. Then I retired and enjoyed a fine, refreshing sleep. So, on this beautiful morning, you find me full of Vim, Vigor and Vitamins. Have another aspirin on the house. Shall I kill this guy quickly and listen, Vim, Vigor and Vitamins, the reason Miss Williams and I feel beat up. Is it ever since a few minutes after we reported for work this morning, we've been inhaling smoke. Smoke? There was another warehouse fire this morning, near Chatham Circle. That's the only New Year's party we've attended, and it was a red hot one, too. Bad fire, huh? Yeah, plenty bad. Oh, here's Walter with our coffee. Oh, thanks, Walter. Happy New Year. Boys, and welcome, too. Thanks, Walter. Okay. Your papers kind of hinted that them warehouse fires lately have been awesome jobs, Miss Williams. Oh, we're morally certain of it, Effelbert. And that Jake Schultz is the man behind them. He and his mob make a deal with the owners of them places to split the fire insurance, huh? That's right. That's a racket. Skinny Jake Schultz is a pretty smart cookie I hear. Neither the cops or the fire inspectors has ever got anything on him. Well, if he's behind the torch job we just covered, he isn't so smart. This one lets somebody in for a hot seat wrap. What do you mean? Well, the fire was set at night and there was a human being in the building, an old watchman. That means arson in the first degree. The watchman got out all right, but a fireman was killed by falling timbers. And when death is caused through commission of first degree arson it becomes first degree murder. And a reliable witness says that he saw three men run out of the warehouse a few minutes before the fire was discovered. He's given the police a first class description of them. With one of them Schultz? No, of course not. They doesn't do any fire bug stuff himself. One of those three guys is caught and sings. It's going to be too bad for his boss, man. How about some more coffee? No, we don't have time, Casey. We've got to get out to Barstow College. Well, there's no hurry about that. Well, yes there is. The city desk wants the dope on Professor Wendell right away. Who's Professor Wendell and what's he doing? Oh, he's a teacher at Barstow College. He went for a walk last night and he hasn't come back. Now the professor who shares an apartment with Wendell just reported his disappearance in the missing person's bureau. Oh, he thinks the guy has met with foul play? That's right. Well, if we must, we must, Annie. Come on, let's get started. Professor Gerber's place. Was this Professor Gerber the one who reported the mysterious vanishing of this Professor Wendell? That's right. After we waste our time with him, Wendell will undoubtedly show up with a perfectly good reason for staying out all night. Well, I'm perfectly willing to waste time on such cases today. I'd like to start the new year safely and sanely. Me too, Annie. Me too. No jams and no trouble. Nothing but peace, sweetness and light. Instead of just a hope, why don't you two make that a new year's resolution? Well, that's a good idea, pal. Excellent. We hear highly resolved. That for the coming year. Then starting now. No jams. No trouble. Nothing but peace, sweeten and light. Professor Wendell and I have shared this apartment for over five years, Miss Williams, ever since he lost his wife. I know him and I'm certain he wouldn't stay out all night without notifying me if he was able to do so. Well, when did you see him last, Professor Gerber? He attended a new year's party at the teacher's club, a most generous affair, I assure you. Shortly after toasting the arrival of the new year with a glass of sherry, he left saying he was going to take a bus to Chatham Circle. He liked to wander around there. That's a tough neighborhood. I know it, Mr. Casey, and I have repeatedly warned Professor Wendell to keep out of such neighborhoods, especially after dark, but to him they were most interesting because of the criminal element he found there. He was interested in the criminal element? Very much so. Thankfully, instead of the brilliant authority on ancient civilizations which Professor Wendell has been for many years, I am certain that he would rather have been a private detective. An amateur Sherlock Holmes? He most particularly admired a fictional character called Dr. Sonders. Casey, if he was snooping around Chatham Circle early this morning, he may have seen something he wasn't supposed to see. Yeah, that warehouse fire was started early this morning, Annie. A warehouse fire? Look, will you give us a description of your friend, Professor Gerber? Clarence Wendell is a small man, about five feet from the United States, and he weighed not more than 130 pounds. He had light blue eyes, thin gray hair, and wears golden spectacles. Last night, he wore a dark blue overcoat, black and red. Casey! Professor, did you give that description to the cops when you reported him missing? Well, of course, I gave them a photograph of Clarence. And it didn't mean anything to them? Mean anything? Well, it exactly fits a witness description of one of three men who ran out of the Chatham Circle warehouse early this morning, just before it caught on fire. I don't understand. Well, a missing persons bureau man who talked to Professor Gerber wouldn't necessarily know about that arson business, Annie. Oh, no, that's right. It's being handled by the homicide squad. Will you please explain? Well, there's more important things to do first, Professor. If you don't mind, where's your phone? I want to call Captain Logan of Homicide and get him to check with missing persons right away. That's all you're going to do, Casey. Just phone. Remember our New Year's resolution. Casey, I got hold of that warehouse witness right after you phoned me. And he looked at the photograph missing persons had of Professor Wendell. He identified it immediately. Wendell was the little guy he saw coming out of the warehouse looking, right? Yeah, between the two other men. He hasn't been able to identify the others from pictures in our criminal file. And if the witness saw Wendell between the other guys? Yeah. Now he recalls that both had a grip on the little man's arms. Well, when Professor Wendell was playing detective last night, he accidentally stumbled onto the arson's work. And then he saw Wendell. He accidentally stumbled onto the arson's while they were setting the fire. And they kidnapped him to keep him quiet. That's where it looks, Miss Williams. It doesn't help us find Wendell or the firebox. Well, like the fire inspectors, you think that Jake Schultz's mom is behind it? Sure, but sufficient and proof are very different things. We have the single lead to work on. Professor Wendell said definitely. He's a definite complication. If two of Schultz's torches put the snatch on him this morning because he caught him setting a fire, they probably bumped him off by now. Hmm. Uh, Logan, I don't think Professor Wendell has been bumped off. All right. Casey, the gang won't dare let him live if he saw what we think he did. Well, they'll give him the works eventually, Annie. But Jake Schultz is going to do a whole lot of thinking before he okays a murder that would hit the front pages and stay there. Logan Jake's in the fire business, but he does his best to avoid strong heat. Yeah. I'll have Kenny Jake and his mom brought in. We'll force information on him. We'll bring out a Jake or his mom that's been tried before. Do you know of anything else we can try? I can try something. You? I don't have to keep it to myself. There can't be any cops in the picture, Logan. Meaning you know some crook who might be persuaded to still? Meaning you ask no questions and I answer none now or later. Okay. Help me find Professor Wendell alive. You can write your own ticket. Atta boy, Logan. Thank you. I'll get started right away. Now, stick around your office here. Oh, I'm going with you. See you later, Captain. Okay, Miss Williams. And carry your luckiest horseshoe, Casey. Yeah, I guess I'll need it, pal. Oh, what are you going to do, Casey? Kenny, I'm going to lead you to the Greek's door. Not unless you tell me what this is all about. Look, I can't tell anybody. Well, then I'll trail you. Well, if you do, you may wreck the one chance of finding Professor Wendell alive. Okay. Well, just tell me one thing. Off the record. Where are you going? Off the record, any? Nick Morrow's tavern. Well, if Schultz mob hangs out at Nick Morrow's, Jake Schultz owns the place. Casey, you'll be sticking your neck out down there. Quite a few of the mob know you. Schultz knows you. I'll be okay. Well, maybe. Resolutions are so easily broken, Casey, we should only have hoped for a safe and sane 1948. A lot of you probably met J.Dite in a way for the first time, because J.Dite is the perfect solution for the problem raised by an unusually large number of jets. J.Dite cups and sauces, J.Dite dessert plates and salad plates, J.Dite dinner plates, soup plates, vegetable bowls and platters are as lovely as Chinese morselines. They're as eat-proof as the Fire King oven glass you use for baking, yet they're so inexpensive that you can buy all the extra pieces you need for entertaining without making a dent in your budget. For example, J.Dite cups and sauces and you can buy a complete 35-feet dinner service for less than five dollars. 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Over the corner table there, we can talk privately. Okay. Hey, Nick, I'd like to see a drink. Okay, Rick. Come on, Casey. It's good to see you. Can't take a lot off your face. How it's on your mind? That I ask a favor of you, Rick. Favor? Yeah. I owe you a debt, fella. Well, I can't ever pay. The only kid I'd be dead if it wasn't for you. You'll never forget how you pulled her out of the river when she was drowning. Here's your drinks. Thanks, Nick. That's all, Nick. Thanks. Tell me, what's the... What can I do for you, Casey? I'll give it to you quick and straight, Rick. I want Professor Welch. What are you talking about? I know how close you are to shoes. No, I won't know that I'm talking to you. All I want is that little professor, and I want him alive. I ain't got the slightest idea what you're driving at, pal. I swear I ain't. So you owe me a debt, Rick. Under ordinary circumstances, that's a debt that only a heel would try to collect. I ask Wendell's life in exchange for your kid. I can't give it to you. Because he's been killed? No, he ain't been killed. I tell you, I don't know anything about him. You can't lie to me, Rick. Look, you're a crook, but you're not a murderer. If you don't tell me where to find Professor Wendell, you'll be committing murder right now, just as surely as though your hella gun to the guy's head. I haven't even seen that guy, Casey. I won't see him. You know what I mean. Keep your nose clean, fella. I ain't no squeal. I don't rat. You're ratting on a jet. You owe me a life. Okay, Casey, you win. I'm coming clean with you. But I had no part in anything that happened this morning. Where is the Professor? In an old house out in Bristol Road. Well, Schultz makes up his mind when and how to bump him over. Where on Bristol Road? East of Old Tarnpike. Third farmhouse on the right-hand side. Third farmhouse on the right-hand side. Then I get out of here, Casey. It's curtain for me if the mob finds out that I- Nobody will ever find it out from me, Rick. Thanks a million to Noah. Yeah, it wouldn't matter. I'm a good guy to the mob now. Hello, Rick. Hi, Jake. Hi, Moray. That's Rick, Sam. Yeah, hi. Casey, I haven't seen you for a long time. Well, I haven't been around your way, Schultz. Nick phoned me a while ago that you were waiting here for our pal, Rick. Knowing how he feels about you on account of his kid, it's nice to come over. In the back way? Uh-huh. I've been sitting in the back room. Listening through the wall. Listening. Your head? Yeah, plenty. Walk into that back room, both of you. Your hands in sight. Get going. Put a car in the alley and you two dopes are getting into it. Well, what are you gonna do to it, Jake? Yes, can't you, Rick? I ain't gonna take it! Let go of me! Don't shoot, guys. This might bring my cops. This Casey's getting my gap, though. No, he isn't. You got him with your black jacket. Yeah, Casey's out of the picture now, Rick. I got it right in the control seat. What's happening anyway? I'm doing it. Now, they're both out cold. They're not cold enough. When Moray put them in the car, Sam, and we'll all go for a ride. Hey, you, Jake. Huh? When you sock them back and Nick's joint, you're done an A1 job. That's still out, eh? And how? All right, pull them out of the car and roll them into the ditch here. Yeah, give me your hand, Sam. All right, now get back in the driver's seat, Sam. You, Moray, give me just slug through the head. Me? Yes, you heard me. Hey, you're afraid of killing, ain't you, Jake? I'm not afraid of it. I've just been smart enough to keep myself and you guys clear of it. Now we... Well, we've got no choice. But you want someone else to do it? Do it if you haven't got the guts. Get back in the car. Yeah, that suits me fine. Hey, why are you getting in too? I don't shoot from here. Sam, get ready to step on the gas when I do. This is the private road. I'll be ready. I got the bus and gear and my foot on the clutch. Let them guys in the ditch have it, Jake. All right, I'm letting them have it. Hey, a car's coming, boy. Huh? From behind it. I see it. Get away, Sam. I'm getting in. Can't do any more shooting now. Get away from that car behind us, Sam. Get away. I had that lucky horseshoe with you, Casey. He found red money lying beside you in the ditch and the bullet through his chest. You only had an excised lump on the back of your head. Casey didn't get off so easy, Captain Logan. He was unconscious for almost two hours after he was brought to this hospital. The doctor says he's all right now, Miss William. Yeah, it's all right. Oh, he's going to bow through. The doctor didn't get him in a vital spot. He's led more than a half-right guy, much more. Take it easy, pal. You were delirious for a while and they brought you here, and you did a lot of talking. Except, then, that red monohand had told you that Professor Wendell was being pulled through and you were in a house with a list of roomies. He lived an old turn-fight, a third farmhouse on the right. They had all that when I was out. Over and over. Well, then he went to Bristol Road and found the professor. Well, that guy's went there, pal, but he's late. He helped him and then went and evidently knew they hadn't heard the case. And lost no time of digging, Professor Wendell, away. He found the house empty. Have any idea where they've taken him? Well, you found a possible lead in that Bristol Road bond house. Captain, go ahead and showcase it. Lead? Bad things, no lead. Miss Williams, it barely proves that Professor Wendell was in the house. What did you find, love? He found a belt. A belt? With Professor Wendell's initials on the buckle. Take a look, pal. Miss Williams is this that these cuts and the edges of the belt mean something. Well, they're fresh cuts, Casey. What do you mean? Yeah. When we found the belt in a room where Wendell was probably held prisoner, we figured that those cuts might be some sort of a tip-off about where he'd been taken from there. That hasn't worked out that way. Funny cuts, aren't they? Some straight, some slanting, and irregularly spaced. Yeah, Wendell knew that an ordinary written message wouldn't help it. The men guarding him would have found it and destroyed it. Well, I'm sure these cuts are a message in incongru. Our Cypher expert and headquarters didn't recognize it as any code. Well, your chief Cypher experts were taking New Year's Day off, Captain. The men on duty are apprentices. Yeah. Do you know who you are, Casey? No, not a thing. At least you're unanimous. They're Greek, as far as all of us are concerned. Greek? Wait a minute. Professor Gerber told us that Wendell was an authority on ancient civilizations. Have you shown this belt to Gerber? What are his names, Logan? Oh, but I've bolded it. All right, we're going to show it to him right now. Casey, Casey, you can't get out of bed. I'm out. Beat it, Annie. Come on, let me get dressed. I want to hear what Professor Gerber says when he sees this cut-up belt. All right, I'm going. I'm going. I'm going. I'm going. You're right, with Casey, that belt conveys a message. It does, Professor Gerber? Yes, in the oldest secret code that history records. The ancient Spartans used it to convey secret military information. It is called Sydney. Professor Wendell hoped to bring this to me, Captain Logan. Ah, he did, eh? He must have. He knew I'd be able to read it. Oh, why are you wrapping that belt around your arms? So that I may be able to decipher its markings, Miss William. You see, to write a Sicilian message, the ancients wrapped a strip of papyrus, long and narrow, like this belt, around the start of predetermined circumference. Firely, with the edge of each spiral, joining that of another. Then, on the joining edges, they wrote the secret information they wished to impart. When the strip was unwound from the staff, nothing but apparently idle markings were visible on its edges. Eh, hm. Now, the belt is completely wound about my arm. See? Yes, Miss, explain. No, not to me. All I see is that the edges of the cut meet. But the cuts form letters, Captain. Greek letters. Greek, Logan. Anne knows she's been to college. What do they say? In rough translation, they are taking me to Diana's house. Diana's house? Diana was the Roman name for the Greek goddess Artemis. Say, I'm not a shark on the classics, but I get it. So do I, Logan. Well, I don't. Neither do I. Professor Gerber, Anne, the name of skinny Jake Schultz's best gal friend is Diana. Anne, to get away from the classics entirely, it's Diana McGillicuddy. I never thought Schultz would take Wendell to such an obvious hideout, Casey. Neither did I, Logan, which means Schultz has been smarter than we are. Well, all right, let's go. All set, Captain Logan. We have the joints around. The men are ready to break in from all sides, sir. As soon as they hear your whistle, sir. I'll hear that as soon as I get to the front door. You stay there, Casey. Oh, no. I got a little personal matter to settle with skinny Jake Schultz. I got a munchies in Diana's house. You should still be in the hospital, yes, sir. All right, but I'm not. Okay, blow your whistle. Well, I haven't got time to argue with you. This is it, guys! They're coming in from all sides. Take them out. That means you, Schultz. Oh, no, you're not going to take me. You're wrong, Jake. Oh, hey, Casey. I owed him that K.O., Logan. And I owe these other two mugs something too. No, no, no. We've given up. Can I lay off, Casey? Let me go, Logan, let me go. Cut it. This is a police job. You can take the pictures, but you can't make them. All right, Logan. But I want good shots with Professor Wendell in them. Where is Wendell, you buggy? He ain't been hiked. He's down in the cellar. Sergeant, bring him up. I guess my camera's set. You can't take pictures at a professor for the newspapers. Hey, not for decent newspapers. Why not, you mugs? Oh, I wanna color them. Because, uh, someway, the professor lost the belt that kept his pants up. Yeah. And then, someway, he lost his pants. We've joined the crowd of the Blue Note in just a moment. You know, tonight, we're nearing the end of the holiday season. And to those of you who are exhausted, here's a suggestion. A good hot cup of coffee in an instant, without fuss, without work, and without waiting even a minute. Now, I'm talking about soluble coffee, the amazing scientific discovery which makes really delicious coffee available at a moment's notice. Now, all you need is a cup, a spoon, and a glass jar. The sanitary convenient anchor glass jar, in which most of the better packages of soluble coffee bring you their products. The anchor glass jar opens quickly and simply. 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