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We're the only ones here. You clients give me a pain. That's what you do. A big stiff pain. You know, it was coming in at closing time. Never give them any chance to have dinner. Now, what is it, please? What is it? Isn't it the most cunning man in the whole world? I declare, Daddy told me you were cute, but I never dreamed a famous Mr. Grange would be like this. I've got half a mind to give you a great old hug and a kiss. No, Miss, Miss, please. I'm Sally Ann Mason. You can call me Sally. Mason? Mason? You're related to Colonel Mason of Memphis? I'm his daughter, Mr. Grange. Great collector, Colonel Mason. One of the best. So you're his daughter. Well, well, well. What are you doing, Tom? Daddy sent me up to buy a coin from you, Mr. Grange. You did, eh? Well, think of that. He wants to buy the 18-4 silver dollar. Well, I never thought he'd get around to it. Eh, price is $10,000, you know. Yes. I brought the cash with me. Cash? Yes. This is Mr. Brown from the bank. He was sweet enough to chaperone me around the city. So, Mr. Grange, the money, Mr. Brown. Got it right here, Mr. Grange, and 500. But if you don't mind, I've got the responsibility for this little girl. Could I ask why the coin she's buying is supposed to be worth $10,000? Ah, you're interested, eh? Of course. Oh, wait. I'll take it out of the safe. You can see for yourself. Good. In the year 18-4, 19,000 silver dollars were minted, but only three were in existence today. Oh, how's that? Well, the reason is that the coins were shipped north by boat from the mint. The boat was lost at sea. Oh, I see. That makes the $18-4 one of the rarest American coins. And here it is. Ah, I declare. Isn't it just too kind of a word? Okay, Louis. Sure is. Wait, wait, what's this? Well, Maddie, I hope this is really urgent. You've interrupted three reports and a lab analysis with your hurry-up call. Not to mention making me miss my dinner. Nick, this is really a mess. Murder with assorted trimmings. Oh. Yeah. This is the body of Jason Grange, coin collector and dealer. Murdered about an hour ago. Three bullets dead center through the heart. I see. What are the trimmings? In the first place, Grange was shot with the craziest-looking bullets I ever saw. The medical examiner just extracted them. Here, take a look. A conical slug with a point square. Yeah, you know what it is? Sure. The square-pointed 9-millimeter Luger bullet, Maddie. It's unusual in this country. What else? Well, whoever murdered Jason Grange stole only one single coin. What coin? An antique silver dollar dated 18-4. Worth $10,000. Oh, yes, the famous lost dollar. Most of them are supposed to have been lost by shipwreck. Well, how do you know the dollar was the only thing stolen? Oh, we checked on that. Checked his stock against his inventory. The only thing we could find missing was that sunken dollar. Sounds logical. Mm-hmm. And here's another trimming. Before Grange died, he scrolled the numbers 1-804 in blood on the floor. You see it? Oh, yeah. That's curious, sir, and curious, sir. Yeah. Anything else? Yep, and this will kill you. Under the counter, we found the corner of a $500 bill. Looks like it was torn off accidentally. Here. This is very interesting. Happen to notice that the engraving is rather fuzzy, Matty? Uh, you got quick eyes, Nick. Took me 10 minutes before I noticed. What are you two talking about? This is a piece of conifit money, Passie. Well, Nick, let's see you put it together. Why did the killer only steal the $18-4 when he could have taken the fortune in money and rare coins? And how come the counter fit $500? There's just one answer, Matty. This was murder for advertisement. Murder for what? The killer or killers deliberately murdered Grange to advertise the theft of the $18-4. Well, how do you figure that, Nick? Well, on the first place, Grange didn't write $18-4 in blood. The killer did. What? Grange was killed with three bullets through the heart. He must have died instantly. Oh. He couldn't have written that date. Well, sure. That's right. The killer wants the world to know that the $18-4 was stolen. Why? So he can sell it. No, I don't think so. Oh, no, but look, the conifit money, Passie. Well, what's that going to do? The killer probably got Grange to show him the dollar by flashing pony money and pretending to be interested in buying. But why? If the killer can counterfeit modern money, he certainly can counterfeit an $18-4. Holy smoke, Nick. You think he's going to counterfeit a whole pack of these sunken dollars? I do. With a theft well advertised, he can sell dozens at $10,000 each. Pretending each one is the original stolen dollar. Then what do we do? We got nothing to go on. Oh, Matty. You've got plenty. That Luger bullet is a rare bullet. There aren't many dealers in this city who carry it. No, you're right, Nick. Then get your squad out. Check every dealer. Try to get a line on recent purchases. Right. What about you? I'm going back to the laboratory and do some research into the fine art of counterfeiting. Now, aren't you ever going to quit? You're almost finished, Passie. What have you got? Well, I've been through my counterfeiting samples about 20 times. I think I've eliminated all except five of them. Oh, good. Each of those five closely resemble the work on this note. Get our files on counterfeits, will you? Uh-huh. Ready. First sample, Jerry Hall. Jerry Hall. Jerry Hall, a present-serving 20-year term in Atlanta. And let's hear him out. Hal Moore. Hal Moore. Hal Moore. Dead. Killed in 45. And gets us down to three. Joe Mitchell. Mitchell. Out on parole, working in Chicago. Maybe Joe's gone back to the old record. Larry Denby. Alcatraz. Peter Baker. Oh, Peter Baker. At large, this city, last known address, 28 each second. And it's between Pete Baker and Joe Mitchell. Uh-huh. I will check Joe later. Maybe he's still in Chicago. Right now, we'll run out of 28 each seconds. Oh, the phone. Nick Carter's office, Patsy Bowen speaking. Patsy, this is Marty. Got a report from Nick. Oh, just a minute, Nick, it's the sergeant. Yes, Marty. Just finished the check on the Luger bullet, Nick. Only person who bought a nine-millimeter slug in the past six months is a woman. A woman? Yeah, she bought it last week. Couldn't get anything much in the way of a description. She's a pretty redhead, that's all. All right, Marty, thanks. Maybe I'll have something to report to you in an hour or so. Yes, such as what? I'll know as soon as I've spoken to Pete Baker. What time is it, Louis? Louis, put down that magazine. What'd you say? What time is it? 1 o'clock. Hey, Pete! Pete Baker! Yeah? How much longer, Grandpa? Just a couple of minutes, Hazel. Well, hurry it up. You know, Hazel, you sound like a pretty cute kid when you put on that southern accent of yours. Yeah? You mean you don't like me this way? Oh, sure, sure. You're better. Hey, Grandpa, I'm tired waiting. All right, all right. It's the first time I ever made molds for old-fashioned dough like this color. You'd better do better with that than you did with them 4,500 to be flashed on grains. I thought the old boy was going to get wise. They were so bad. You got a nerve. Chocolate like that to the best engraver and molder in the business. Yeah, maybe it was one. Okay, okay, okay. Just get those molds finished. Just fast-finished now. Wait a minute. Aim to cast them silver dollars and sell them. Yeah. Worth much? 10 grand each, Grandpa. And it's safer than passing regular dough. It's a guy that buys an 18-4 dollar. Finds out it's a phony. He can't squawk. He's already bought stolen goods. That's pretty smart. Beauty's anything. Best job ever done. Let's see. Won't be able to tell a coin cast from this mold from the real thing. Yeah, pretty good. Pretty good. Okay, wrap them up, Louie. Now let's get out of here. Just a minute, folks. Five grand was the price for making them molds. You don't take them unless you get paid. He wants to be paid. Pay him, Louie. Okay, Hazel. This is 28. He's second fancy. Come on. Uh-huh. Oh, I feel as though I'm walking in my sleep. Sorry, little after one. We'll be finished soon. Nick, look at the sign on the door. It says this building's been condemned. Yeah, so I see. And we're out of luck, huh? Not necessarily. Unfortunately, it's not unusual for people to have to live in a condemned building until it's actually torn down. That's true. Certainly be an ideal place for a hideout. I almost didn't find that a way. Uh-huh. It's the darkest pitch in here. Get my flashlight out. There, that's better. Oh, Nick, this place looks deserted. Maybe. This apartment's certainly empty. So is this one. Oh, this is a wild goose cheese, Nick. Oh, wait. There are a couple of empty milk bottles outside that door down the hall. Oh, they've probably been there for months. That's so fast, Betsy. We can't afford to jump to conclusions. I think we'll look in that apartment anyway. Okay. There's some furniture in here, Nick. Oh, I see. Nick, you smell that perfume? Somebody's been in here recently. Yes. The smell is too strong to be very old. Oh, Nick. Is that Peter Baker there on the floor? Yes. In the glare of the flashlight, Pete Baker's body is outlined, sprawled on the cluttered floor. Swiftly, Nick inspects the dingy room. Having discovered Pete Baker's body on the floor of his room, Nick examines the dead man closely. Mm-hmm. Two bullet wounds in the chest. The body's still warm. Betsy Baker was killed only a few minutes ago. Nick, that perfume we smelled. Maybe the woman who wore that perfume killed him. Possible. Wonder if there's anyone else living in this house who might have seen or heard anything. Well, there's one way to find out, Nick. Yeah, I'll see what I can find in here. While I do that, suppose you go through the building, cover every apartment. Right. See if you can find anyone who heard shots about five minutes ago and what they did about it if they did. Nick, I've been to every apartment in the building. What did you find? Nothing. They're all empty. You'll find anything? I did. There was a woman in here with Baker. I found this long red hair. Oh. I think there was a man with her. Why do you think that? I found the cigar butt under that chair. Probably where he sat. See all the cigar hashes in the floor there? Yeah, but couldn't Baker have left it there? No, I doubt that. Baker smoked a pipe. Still there on the floor where he dropped it when he was shot. Yeah. Nick, what do you think happened? Baker must have been making a mold for them. Uh-huh. His blow torch and crucibles and other apparatus are still warm. Nick, could he have been making a mold of the $1804 that you suppose? Very likely, the way this case ties together. When he finished it, they killed him and then walked out. Yeah. You threw here now, Nick? Yeah, I think so. We'll call Maddie and go home and get some rest. The final report from the lab. Fine, Maddie, let's have it. Well, you figured it out just about right. There apparently was a man and a woman in the place with Baker and she was a redhead. The chances are she's the same redhead who bought the Luger bullets. Joe, Maddie, I've forgotten about that. Well, we got the man's prints with the Woman Ward gloves. Did you identify the man? Yeah, we checked the prints he left on this magazine, Nick. He's Louis Larkin, hijacker, gunman, and all-round crooked. Two terms in the state pen. Here's his file photo. That helps. Yeah. Hey, what's this lip of paper in the magazine, Maddie? Something of yours? Uh-huh. No, no. Justin had the deal and must have stuck in before he sold it. Says if you want your newspapers forwarded to you while you're on vacation, leave your name at the store. Maddie, you say you found Larkin's prints on this magazine? Yeah. Look at the date line. What? This magazine was put on the stands only yesterday. Yeah? How does that help? Can we see the name on this ad? No. Rogers Candy Store 100 Park Road. So what? Oh, Maddie, don't you see that's the store this magazine came from. Well, what was it doing in Baker's place then? Hey, that's right. Park Road is where Cross Town from where Baker lives. Sure. Well, maybe Baker didn't buy the magazine. Maybe Louie or the girl bought it. Yeah. Maybe Louie and the girl are hiding out somewhere near this Rogers Candy Store. That's what I was thinking. Well, if they are, Patsy and I will find them. Got the bags packed yet? Yeah, finish it. I've been going over the list of coin collectors, Louie. Got a nice schedule worked out. Yeah? We hit Chicago first. There are three collectors there. 10 grand each makes 30 grand. Yes, well. And St. Louis, Cleveland, New Orleans, El Paso, LA, Frisco and Seattle. The way I figure it, we'll split 300 grand. Easy. Yeah, we sure should. Pretty cheap for knocking off a couple of punks, huh? Huge shed of diesel. You remember to get the train tickets yesterday? Oh, sure. They're on the dresser there in the envelope. Right. I gotta hand it to myself, Louie. It's a foolproof racket. Some of these collectors are crazy guys. It's a daffy enough they don't mind buying rare coins even when they know they're stolen. What I like about it is that they gotta keep it secret because they're buying stolen goods. They gotta cover up for us. That's foolproof, Louie. 100% foolproof. What's the matter? Come go in there quickly. Well? Down on the corner in front of the Candy Store. Yeah? You know why standing there with magazines under his arm? You know I see him. That's Nick Carter. Nick Carter? Yeah. How's the level of that packet, Louie? Let's get out of here. Yeah, I'll see. Maybe Carter's around just by accident, or maybe he's onto it. Either way, we're taking no chances. Not for 300 grand in a murder rap, we ain't. I got here as soon as I could, Nick. Do I look enough like a Bobby Soxer for you? Well, I still don't understand. Why do I have to get dressed up like a Bobby Soxer and meet you here in front of Roger's Candy Store? Hey, you gonna buy me a soda, huh? No. You're going to sell magazine subscriptions. I am? Yes. Why? In order to find a pair of killers. Okay, Nick, give with the plan. Well, you remember, one of them left a magazine at Pete Baker's workshop, and I traced it to this candy store? Yes. The proprietor says he's sure the man who bought it lives in that house across the street. He doesn't know who he is or in what apartment he lives. And so I'm going to sell subscriptions from apartment to apartment until I find him. Right. His name is Louis Larkin. Here's his picture. Hmm, no beauty, is he? And there may be a red-headed girl with him, the one with the perfume. I'll remember the perfume. Now listen, Fessy, just find out where they're located. Don't try anything else. They're a little too dangerous to play with. Good morning, sir. I represent the All States magazine. Made it. Louis Larkin. And no perfume yet. Good morning, madam. I represent the Universal... And which is helping me work my way through college by the sale of magazines in which I'm sure you won't be interested. Well, why shouldn't I be interested in literature? Come on in, honey. Come here. The All States Magazine Company published in... I thought you said Universal. Oh, yes. Yes, I represent both. I, uh... I, uh... I tell you what. I left my subscription blanks down in my car. Wait till I get down and get them. Bravo, Louis. I got it. You're Nick Carter's girl, aren't you? Yeah, we saw you chewing a rag downstairs. Hey, so Carter's up to us. He knows we bump baker and grain. He knows we're here. You're not telling me anything. Well, what do we do? I'm thinking. Okay, so while you're giving the think tank a work out, I'll take care of this chick. Take it easy, sister. I like to just pull the trigger, and you won't feel hardly nothing at all. Pleasant dreams. Patsy struggled helplessly as Louis Larkin aims his Luger automatic at her heart. We'll see what happens in just a moment. Now, please listen carefully for here's how to send in for the four lovely William A. Rogers A1 plus quality teaspoons Old Dutch Cleanser is offering. Order as many units of four as you wish. Just be sure to enclose two windmill pictures from Old Dutch labels and 60 cents in coin for each unit ordered. And then mail with your name and address to Old Dutch Cleanser Box U Chicago 90 Illinois. That's Box U Chicago 90 Illinois. And remember, besides the four lovely William A. Rogers teaspoons in the beautiful Croydon pattern, you'll receive an illustrated folder that tells how to build up a complete matching service at a sensationally low cost. So ladies, don't delay. Send for your four teaspoons now. Remember, enclose two windmill pictures from Old Dutch labels and 60 cents in coin and mail with your name and address to Old Dutch Cleanser Box U Chicago 90 Illinois. Price is subject to change without notice. Send now. And now for the conclusion of the case of the sunken dollar. Today's adventure with Nick Carter brought to you by Old Dutch Cleanser. As Louis Larkin's finger tightens on the trigger is automatic and Patsy struggles helplessly, Hazel suddenly knocks the gun aside. Cut it out, Louis. Everyone in the house can hear the shot. You wouldn't stand a chance. Give me, we'll let this day go. Take her with us to run interference. Carter will be too busy looking for the girl to worry about us. Maybe he won't. And he'll be too busy worrying about the girl to make her move. She's like a hostage, Louis, get it? Yeah. While Carter's watching the front door, we are going out the back way. Take a cab to the station. What about the dame? Stop worrying. But we can't take... Look, Louis, we've got a compartment on the train. Somewhere along the way, we'll push her out the window with a bullet in her head. Okay, Hazel, but I think you're nuts to do it. Shut up, Louis. Let her go. Now look here, you... You listen to me, sister. One false move and Louis lets you have it here and now. Understand? I... I understand. We might as well burn for three murders as for two. There's a hat coming, Hazel. Hey, Taxi! Taxi! Get him, honey. Okay. The train terminal driver. And will you please close the glass partition? I'm awfully cold back here. Coming up. Okay, lady. Outclose the glass. Okay, we made it. I don't know where for the girl to come out. Maybe ten minutes. And he'll start looking. Yeah, and he won't find nothing. What a lad. We'll take the first train out. Hey, maybe they don't go to shy. We can always get the shy later. Maybe we'll start on the west coast for now, huh? It's okay with me. The further from Carter, the better. Look, look, I'll make a bet with you. One hundred dollars to one cent that you don't get away from Nate. We've already got away, sister. Is it a bet? It's a bet. Only trouble is, you won't be around to collect even if you win. Hey, where are we? What's he stopping for? This isn't anywhere near the terminal. Step right out, lady. Let me help you with your bags. We all don't want to get out here. I said the train terminal. This isn't the terminal. You're crazy. What is this place? Police headquarters, Louie. What? Don't move. Come on, Patsy, you get out first. Okay, Nick. Nick. Nick Carter? Yes, Hazel. The name is Nick Carter. I will just pile out of this cab, luggage, gun, molds and all, and walk quietly into headquarters. Sergeant Matheson wants to talk to you about some assorted thefts and murders. All out, please. Oh, well, before I forget, one cent, please, Hazel. I not only win the bet, I'm here to collect. God was a beautiful job, Nick. Beautiful. But there's just one thing I don't figure. What's that, Matty? How in places did you know enough to get around to the back street and borrow that cab? I have ears, haven't I? I heard Hazel and Louie making their plans. You heard them? How? I was outside the apartment door. You don't think I'd let you walk into that murderous den alone, do you? I was right behind you all the way. You were right behind me? Yes, Patsy. Then why didn't you bust in and capture those two crooks right then and there? Didn't want to take any chances on anyone in a crowded department house being hit by stray bullets. But they might have killed me before they left. Patsy, you may be sure that I waited until I knew they were going to take you with them before I did what I did. What? See, that was quite an act. All state magazines, universal magazines. You didn't trust me to do it all by myself. Oh, you treat me just like a baby. Now, Patsy. I hate you, you mere man. Now, Patsy, easy. You know, if it comes to that, how come you were so positive that Nick would get Hazel and Louie? Oh, I heard all about the bet. $100 to one cent. Oh, bad. Yeah, you were betting on a sure thing yourself. Now, weren't you? You knew Nick was the cab driver? Well, I did not. I never recognized him. Then how come the bet? Because I knew I could trust Nick, which is more than he can say for me. But Patsy, if I hadn't followed you to protect you, I wouldn't have been able to win that bet for you. What? Oh. Oh, all right, you win. Heaven knows you always do. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Nick Carter, master detective, is presented each week at this time and over these same stations by the Karahi Packing Company, makers of Old Dutch Cleanser. Remember, when you go shopping tomorrow, get the cleanser preferred by more women in America than any other. Old Dutch Cleanser. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.