 Mr. District Attorney, starring David Bryan, Mr. District Attorney, champion of the people, defender of truth, guardian of our fundamental rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And it shall be my duty as district attorney not only to prosecute to the limit of the law all persons accused of crimes perpetrated within this county but to defend with equal vigor the rights and privileges of all its citizens. This is David Bryan. In a moment we'll bring you another case from the files of Mr. District Attorney to first the word from our sponsor. And now here is our star, David Bryan as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. Before a district attorney can begin his search for a murderer, there are three things he must know. When and where the murder was committed and the identity of the victim. All three of these elements were unknown when this case began. It started with a midnight call from Harrington asking me to meet him at the railroad freight yards on the outskirts of the city. It's the third box on that starting over there, Chief. We're just past the precinct. The odd detective in a breakman was going through the cars, looking for hole balls, when they spotted a duffel bag in the empty space. They thought it was something some poet left behind. That when they went to lift it, they realized it was a party of them. Any identification, Harrington? No. Female, Caucasian. Harrington said she was about 21 years old. Any clothing? Yeah, but no laundry, Mark. That boy said everything must have been home laundered. Do you want to arrest him at the time of death? Uh-huh. About seven hours ago, between 5 and 6 p.m. Ah, here we are. Can we get a little light in here? Oh, sure, sure. Hey, Charlie, turn on those spots. Mr. Garrett wants some light in here. Hey, Charlie. That's good. Hey, I'll give you a boost up, Chief. Thanks. Okay, come here now. No, it's all right. I can make it. Well, I see you. Pretty booboo job of steady. Mmm. That duffel bag there? Yeah. Duffel bag itself won't help much. Kind of anybody could pick up in a war settler's store. Uh-huh. Look at this, though. The bottom of the bag. Oh, yes. I noticed that. Damn, from blood, Chief. It's more than blood. A little cart of this dagger armed with a body in it must have set it down someplace to rest. Little earth clung to it. Some of it off your fingers. Yeah. Ah, fine grain. Gritty. They like wheat sand? Yeah. Yeah, it does. Hey, what? Just thinking of the train schedule. The body couldn't have been put on until after the matter, say after six o'clock. The train made three stops between then, and the time it pulled at the yard. Any of those stops on the coast? Only one. A watering stop near lobster bay. A fishing village and a resource center. Lots of people pouring in and out of there this time of the year. And we only knew who she was. Only there was a lobby mark. Well, there's one thing we've got. And what? Her shoes. Uh, cheap make. Could have come from a thousand stores all over the country. Yes, but these were repaired recently. If we could find the shoemaker or fix them, he might recognize his work. We'll take these with us. Leave the rest for the lab. Watch our face move. Lobster bay. And the lab boys. Maybe we can get on our identification. Sir, I want to try that seashell woman the last guy told us about. You know, the one that goes around peddling those handmade necklaces. I think we can better. Wait a minute. Looks like we're running in luck for a change. Look across the street there. That's where the window that seafood plays. Yeah, that's her all right. She looks like Father Neptune's mother. She sure does. Let's go. Mind if we sit here? You want to buy a necklace? Your loved one will hear the whispering of the sea. A secret in life. For one dollar. I'm afraid we are more interested in the secrets of death. A girl's death. Sure, the photograph. Yeah, right. Have you ever seen this girl before? Well, did you? It's important. She's been murdered. Oh, she should have bought a necklace. To see what had spawned her. Then you have seen her. Yes, once. Well. At the bus station with a man. Do you know who the man was? No. What took you so long to make up your mind? Did you know him or didn't you? No. Then you're describing for us? You're light nor dark. Neither tall nor short. Part of the sea of humanity. Like any other part. Thanks. Buy a necklace. It's here where a thousand years. But none of them has a mouth. Come on, Huygens. I think he was lying about knowing the man she was. So why? What? If the man she saw was a killer, she knew him and he might pay her to forget it. If you're right, that contact of man we're looking for. I want you to follow her. I ain't in the beach. Wherever she goes, day and night. I'll do some more checking around town. You can check me at the hotel. Right. You'll walk up the street with me a bit. Then pick a doll away for a stick out. Hey. What? I just saw a girl who went to the realtor's office up there. Looked like Miss Miller. What would she be doing in Lobster Bay unless the lab came up with that? She just came out again. It isn't. It must be lab information, then. You stop here. I'll catch her. Oh, Miss Miller. Miss Miller. Oh, dear Lord. What are you looking all over for you, Mr. Garrick? The hotel said to... Where's Huygens going? Well, we've got somebody under surveillance. I'll explain later. What have you got for us? Reports from the lab. Those stitches used to sew the victim into the duffel bag. Yes. Morgan says that the kind of stitches used by seamen demand torn sales. You know, most selling vessels are pleasure craft these days. It fits in with a resort town like this. The girl is still a mystery. She wasn't a local resident. I think she may come from Sheffield. What makes you think so? Morgan found a bus ticket in a small pocket of her dress. It was a ticket from Lobster Bay to Sheffield. That fits with the story we got about the murderer woman being seen at the bus depot here. She might have been buying a ticket to go home. Population of Sheffield's over 100,000. Her identity might not be easy to trace unless you give her a photo to the Sheffield newspapers. I don't want to avoid that for a while if I can. I've got something else I can use in tracing her. A pair of shoes. Do you want me to go back to the city? No. You go to the hotel and wait for a call from Hank and you'll have to be our message center. Yes, sir. Where will you be? In Sheffield, checking shoe repair shops. You want to know if I ever see these shoes before. Is that right? Yes. You're the fifth place in Sheffield. I've tried. Why you want to know? It's police business. You're my credentials. Oh, you did this big attorney. I vote for you. You know that? Thank you very much. How about shoes? One of my mentors. Hey, I'm the law. Get off of the machine, huh? That's better. Yeah. I fixed these all right. See, here's the way I saw the broken strap. I remember for something else, too. I never get paid for the job. But who are the shoes? Mrs. Watson. She's lived two blocks off of the street, the Brown Woodhouse. Mrs. Watson, huh? Has been around? No, no, no. No, no, no. He's gone away one month. Have I hear anybody say where the husband went? Who knows? He's a go all the time. Sometimes to work at some place in a factory. Sometimes to work with the fishing boats. You mean he's been a seaman? Sometimes. A little bit of everything. Say, what are you asking me all these things? How come you got at the shoes? Because Mrs. Watson doesn't need them anymore. She's dead. Mama media. She said the house was two blocks up the street, Brown Wood and Frame. See, see, Mrs. Watson's a mama, does she know? I'm afraid not. But you gotta tell her, huh? It's part of my job. What's it gonna happen to the poor bambino? The old lady, she's too old to take care of a smaller baby all the time. Too old and too poor. And maybe not if I to come home and take care of her. I hope he can. He's on the bambino. What's it gonna stop him, unless he's in some kind of trouble? Is he in trouble? That depends whether or not he's sewed up the top of a certain duffabang. Thanks for your help, Mr. Skinner. No, sure, sure, sure thing. Please help a month ago. Wasn't the first time. Then last week her husband knew too. From lobster bay. Said he was sorry. Wanted my daughter, Helen, to come and meet him. I thought she was there with him. It seems that she was, for a while. Can you give me your son-in-law's full name and description? Herbert Watson, Mr. Skinner. They call him Bud. Herbert Bud Watson. How tall would you say somebody at the door? You don't want me to answer it? What? I'd call out the wind and send him away. I don't want to see anybody now. What's the matter? What is it? My son-in-law, Bud. Looks like he's saving us a lot of trouble. Better open the door, ma'am, and let him in. This is David Bryan. Before we continue with Mr. District Attorney in the case of the body on the freight train, here is an important message from our sponsor. Back to David Bryan, darling, as Paul Garrett, Mr. District Attorney. The body of a young woman, a murderer victim, had been found aboard a freight train. The search for her identity led to a seaside resort and then to a town inland where facts began to indicate that her estranged husband was the killer. I was getting the husband a description from the dead woman's mother when the husband suddenly appeared at the house seeking entrance. Hey, come on! Somebody open up! What did he come back here for? That's nothing we'll find out when you let him in. I'll step behind the door. You open it. All right. Let him in. Wait, darling. You do it! What did you do to my hair? Hey, what? Are you crazy? What are you trying to do? That's enough. Stop that. I'm the District Attorney. Just stand back against the wall and keep your hands up where I can see them. You killed us. And now you have to go and look back here. What are you talking about? Mom, where's Helen? Where is she? Don't you know Watson? Or did you think she'd never be identified? Helen's been murdered? Oh, no, no. I don't believe you. Stop pretending. You did it. You know you did it. No, Mom. I swear. Look, I gave her mommy. I told her to come back home and I'd meet her here today. We were going to take the baby and go to some other town, make a fresh stock. How much money did you give your wife? Four hundred dollars. Oh, that's a lot all right. Where did you get it? Come on. Lobster Bay. How? Taken down tourists who were patient without a license. I pretended to be a game ward. Worked the same thing one before, two years ago. Oh, you know. Who else knew? Rosie. The old woman who sells the shell necklace? Yeah, she knew all right. She had not. I had more money. I had to pay her off. The same way you paid her off to keep her quiet after you killed your wife? I tell you, I didn't kill her. If Rosie says I did, she's a liar. She hasn't said anything yet. We're going back to Lobster Bay. Maybe seeing you in custody will loosen her tongue a little. Start moving. Miss Miller told me she'd seen you and Rosie from a hotel window just before dark walking down here toward the pier. Where is Rosie? Well, that's her out there on the beach with a flashlight. Seems like this is her hour for picking up shells. Oh, well, who's that you got in the car? Bud Watson. I identified the murdered girl. He's her husband. Is he clean? I don't know. He was working his shakedown racket on the fisherman here. Rosie was cutting herself in for a pay off. I want to see what happens when I bring them together. Come on, Watson. Out of the car. This way. Well, what are we going out on the beach for? Just visiting an old friend of yours. Go away. Go away, you man. Now get off my beach with your shoes on. You crushed the shells. All right, take it easy, Rosie. Why do you follow me? All day you've been following me. It's your fight, fight, Arrington. Right. I want you to look at this man, Rosie. You ever seen him before? I didn't know if she'd seen me before. She didn't ask you. Well, how about it, Rosie? Yes. All right. Now tell us. Is he the same man you saw at the bus depot with the girl whose photograph I showed you? Yes. Oh, no. That's a bus depot. But she's lying. I was never with Helen that's a bus depot. You hear that, Rosie? That means one of you is lying. Well, I'm not lying. No, you old man. What are you trying to do? Oh, you don't get to take it easy. Do you own a knife Watson? Yeah, but I never used it. I didn't ask you that. Where is it? With my safe bride and stand, a shank I went about a quarter of a mile up the beach past the end of boardwalk. I'll show you. We'll find it. You've been walking around loose long enough. We'll have a look at your place after we get you behind bars in the local jail. Well, you're going to miss us, so make it easy on yourself. All right. Start walking. Good luck to hear. Ingers are rusted from the saw there. Help me open it. Yeah. You know something? I can't figure why Watson won't admit it if he was at the bus station with his wife. I wouldn't hide him. No, it wouldn't. That's why I think he's telling the truth. And Rosie must be coming up with something. Press. Top of the lock is coming. That's a bunch of junk. Well, Faithknife is the only one in the place, and that's not the weapon. It's so rusted it's ready to fall apart. Yeah, that Rosie is such a screwball. I should have stayed with her. Too late for that now. She's collecting anything. That's Miss Miller, Chief. Miss Miller. What's wrong? It's Rosie, the necklace woman. There's a crowd down the beach for torches. What's happened to her? She's been murdered. They said that somebody can cut her throat. All right. Let's get out there. Chief, can't we... Can't we slow down for a little? You've got to keep going. Oh, people have found the body. I saw a man running up the beach this way. Well, he had at least a ten-minute start, though. What's that? Up ahead. Looks like an abandoned fisherman's shack. Man, we're after Mike Pointy in there. You better get ready to take him. Got your gun ready? Yeah. Yeah. Now, stand aside while I... Keep the door open. Nobody here. Got a lamp hanging there? Yeah. Yeah, I like it. Could he clean the place for a shack like this? Yes, he do clean. Lawrence been scrubbed recently. Scrubbed hard. You mean in case there might have been any blood around? Miss Watson might have been killed in a place like this. Now, two other things. What? Whoever was living here was mighty handy with a knife. Look at the inside of the door. Circle drawn on the wood. We'll just pull a deep gouges whereas somebody practiced throwing a knife. Yeah. Good aim, too. All the marks inside the circle. Yeah, take a look at that cord. The one that's suspending the lamp you lit. Hey, that's a seamen's knife. Yes, and the cord itself is just about big enough to be the draw cord from a duffel bag. The seamen we've been looking for was here all right. It couldn't have been Watson, Chief. Rosie was alive when we jailed him. You think it might have been an old shipmate of his? Let's go ask him if he remembers one who was handy with a knife. A new shipmate's a mine. Dozens of might have introduced it to it one time or another. The one we won had a habit of throwing a knife. Grew targets on a door and never missed. Matt Corbett. Being around here? Yeah. He was my partner in the shakedown racket two years ago. Neither of us come back last year because he was in some kind of trouble with the law. But this year I wrote to him and asked him to meet me here again, but he never even answered my letter. He used to be my best friend. Oh, that's never mind that now. Where would he run for a hideout? I don't know. He was always Roman like me. You said you'd written to him someplace. You must have had an address. Yeah, I was. Carousel delivery at Port O'Connor. It's an old bait house by the docks there. He lives there whenever he had enough money to stop moving for a while. He's got enough now. What he got when he robbed and murdered your wife. I'll arrange for your release as soon as we pick him up. Come on, Hyman. Open up and let us out, Jeller. Put him inside, see? And see through the window. He isn't here. You gonna stay out and wait? Yes. Our car is out of sight where we left it. He won't spot it coming along the wall. Well, that's a break. The door isn't locked. Fine. We can wait inside. Well, that's the guy we're after all right. Look, same trademark we found in that beach act last night. Yes. Knife marked with a circle on the door. Running ballin' on the lamp card. Now what? Sit and wait inside before we jump in. Remember, we got a knife handy with it. I know. What's this, y'all? The cold keeps on throwin' life. We could use that lamp now, see? No, I like it. Good thing you tackled him when you did. I felt that knife whizzing past my ear. Look, buried in the wall, a good inch. What are you guys looking for here? What are you, a couple of crooks? Not that you don't know better than that. But just to make it official, I'm the district attorney and we just dropped in the place you want to arrest for the murder of Helen Watson and old Rosie up at Lobster Bay. You want to just kill that friend? You want a cup of tea? No, I can see by the expression in Mr. Corbett's eyes that you've convinced him of the folly of resisting when he no longer holds a knife. The hour is about two blocks past the walk, Mr. Corbett. May we offer you a lift into the city. Brian again, I hope you've enjoyed this case from the file of Mr. District Attorney. I'll be back in just a moment after this message from our sponsor. Mr. District Attorney, David Brian, with a word about the program you have just heard. Traces on the knife of Matt Corbett definitely linked him to the murder of Rosie McMichael, the necklace woman. Confunded with proof of this guilt, he broke down and confessed to her murder in the murder of Mrs. Watson. He is now awaiting execution. Bud Watson was convicted on a charge of extortion but was placed on probation. Now this is David Brian inviting you to join us when we present our next case based on the facts of crime from the files of Mr. District Attorney. Mr. District Attorney was originated by Phillips H. Lord.