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Oh, Belletti's Tavern in the factory district at 11.30 o'clock on a Friday night is almost deserted. Behind the long bar, two white-coated bartenders are busily polishing glasses. While Joe Palletti himself, the Joe beer-looking fat man, checks his cash register. The street door opens and a huge uniform policeman enters. Good evening, Joe. Ah, Lieutenant McHugh. I'm Mac. Hello, Lieutenant. Bill, Andy. Say, where's your other barkeeper tonight, Joe? Gus? Oh, he was not feeling so good. I told him, go home and lie down. But he'll be back on a job at 12 o'clock when the rush starts. This is the night of your big rush, isn't it? Yeah, five minutes after 12 o'clock, everyone who's equipped to work at midnight comes in to cash his paycheck. And, uh, by a drink. Or a dozen drinks. You've got a sweet racket, Joe. Yeah, to cash these checks is good business. Uh, what do you have, Lieutenant? I'm out of cigars again. Well, here's your special brand. Thanks. Say, how much worth of checks you figure on cashing for that factory crowd tonight? Well, last week was over 16,000. And tonight in my safe upstairs, I got 20,000 a box. That's a lot of dough. Too many people know you keep heavy cash on hand these Friday nights. That's dangerous. Oh, what's dangerous? And I got a first-class safe in my apartments upstairs. And I also got a burglar alarm. Ain't your cops got a precinct station just one blocks away? If anybody tried to stick me up, ain't you going to come and stop them? You're a hard guy to argue with, Joe. He's got a thick skull, McHugh. What are you doing here, Snyder? I just dropped in for a beer. Snyder, when I pay you off two weeks ago, I told you to get out of my place and keep out. So what? Public place, isn't it? Come on, draw me a beer, Joe. All right. Bill? Yeah, boss. Give this louse a beer. See, he pays for it. Okay. You boss don't like me, Bill. Neither do I or anybody else here. Here's your beer. Here's your dough. What are you working now, Snyder? I ain't working. Joe Palletti's seen to that. I ain't recommending no bartender. I catch a stealing from my cash register. I didn't steal. If you could prove I did, you'd have turned me over to the cops. Joe could have proved it. He just gave you a break, Snyder. And you're not decent enough to appreciate it. Now finish your beer and get out of here. Okay, copper. I'll drink up and get out. Wind if I wipe my mouth off first. How do you guys like this handkerchief I'm using? Pretty classy, huh? Yeah, it's a juicer like you, Snyder. It's a loud, it's a cheap, and it's got a lot of yellow in it. Maybe someday, Joe, you'll be kind of sorry for the raw stuff you pulled on me. For so long, when I see you next, I hope it's in the obituary column. He's got a few drinks under his belt, Joe. If he comes back tonight, you better keep an eye on him. You too, Bill. He won't bother the boss, Mac. Well, I've got to get back to the station house. Here's for the cigars, Joe. Thanks. So long. So long. Oh, Lieutenant. Yes, Joe? How's your wife? About the same. She doesn't get any better. She's been sick long time, huh? Over a year. Cost you plenty of money, huh? Every cent I had. Look, if I can help... Thanks, Joe, but the guy in my job can't borrow dough from... Well, not to keep his nose clean. I'll see you later. So long, Mac. Good night, Lieutenant. Andy, you bring up plenty lemons? More than we need, Joe. Okay. Ten minutes to twelve. I go upstairs now and get the money from my safe to cash them paycheck. When is Gus supposed to get back here, Bill? Twelve o'clock, Andy. I hope he gets here. We need help to handle that factory mob. Gus won't let us down. I wonder if we shade enough ice. There's plenty. See, what was that rat Snyder in here for? I was at the far end of the bar when you and the boss and Lieutenant McEw were talking to him. Oh, he was just... What's that? Gunshots. Upstairs. Where are the bosses? That's his burglar alarm. Come on. I'm with you. Where come and go? The door is locked. We've got to break it down. Let's go together. Hey, look. The safe is open. There's Joe. On the floor. There's been shots through the head. That back window's open. The killer busted out there. Can you see anyone? No, too dark. But the cops have heard that alarm. They'll get whoever did this. Andy, I know who did it. What? Come here. Look at that handkerchief on the floor. How could she... That's the loud one-head Snyder had tonight. Now that Labor Day has passed, it might be well to take stock and see what new equipment you need in your kitchen and dining room. Here's a suggestion. Go to your favorite chain, variety, hardware, or department store and make a selection of Fire King oven glass. You will find casseroles of different sizes and styles, baking dishes for meat loaves and hot fries, pie plates, mixing bowls and custard cups. In fact, there's a Fire King dish for every baking requirement. Prices are almost unbelievably low and each piece of Fire King oven glass is guaranteed for two years against oven breakage. Fire King oven glass is sturdy and dependable in your kitchen and remarkably attractive on your table. Fire King oven glass is a product of anchor hocking. Bill, if you and Andy will take another pose in front of that door, you bust it open after you heard the shooting. Like this, Mr. Casey? Yeah, that's fine, yeah. Hey, you get in this shot, too, good. Well, I have the poor old Joe was killed, Mr. Casey. That doesn't matter. You're one of the bartenders. Next, Andy, huh? Okay, all right. All right, I'll face the camera now. Hold it. That does it. You've got enough pictures, Casey. Now, I want these gentlemen to go on telling me what happened after they found the body. Well, we told you about all there is to tell, Miss Williams. The cops and the Lieutenant Ben Q here, they come running up these stairs only about a minute later. We'd heard the burglar alarm, of course. Well, how do you figure if Poletti pressed that alarm button after he was shot through the head, Lieutenant? He fell on the button, Casey. He was next to the safe. Oh. But you policemen didn't catch the killer, Lieutenant. He got away through that dark alley with Joe Poletti's $20,000. Is that right? Yes, but he won't get far with that 20 grand, Miss Williams. That yellow handkerchief Bill found on the floor told us who he is. I've got every cop in this precinct looking for Snyder. You say he's been a bartender whom Poletti fired for theft. Yes, and an all-around rat. Lieutenant Mac, how do you figure Snyder got in here? Bill says Poletti always kept that window locked. Well... Well, this Snyder guy could have come up these front steps. There's two doors at the bottom, one leading into the bar and the other under the street. But Poletti wouldn't have let him in the door up here, not Snyder. It doesn't matter how he got in. Before he got out, he left evidence enough to burn him. I'd recognize that loud yellow handkerchief among a thousand others. So would I, Lieutenant. Thanks, Sergeant. We'll go up now and look things over. Come on, you fellas. Captain Logan Casey. Hello, Logan. Fine. Casey. So the big boss of the outside squad has finally gotten here. Hi, Captain. I might have known you two would get around to get in my hair. Hello, MacQ. Glad to see you, Captain. Hello, Doc, Pete. Now get to work, you tech men. Here's your corpus delecti, Doc. Now, Lieutenant MacQ, your sergeant downstairs has given me the general layout. It's open and shut on this guy's Snyder, huh? As far as I'm concerned, this is handkerchief. Bill, the head bartender here identifies it too. 100%. Not many guys that carry a loud colored handkerchief like that. It's a cheap handkerchief, Logan. Which means a lot of guys probably carry them. Casey, you must have all the pictures you need by this time. Go back to your paper with them and don't bother me. Ann and I have got to stick around for the payoff, pal. Well, sure. We're waiting for Snyder to be brought in. All right. Can you tell what caliber bullet killed the guy, Doc? I can, Captain. There's a 38 caliber slug lying under this chair. I wouldn't touch it, of course, until you homicide guys got here. I see, Lieutenant. It's a 38, all right. Caliber you cops use. Yeah. Police positives, sirs. Lieutenant Mack. Yes, Casey? Where did this guy Snyder carry this handkerchief if you saw him use tonight? I... You remember Bill? Sure. In his coat, the breast pocket. I remember him tucking it back there. Huh? Why do you suppose he took it out of his breast pocket and dropped it here? As a definite lead? I don't know. Maybe Poletti's last act was to yank that wiper out of Snyder's pocket. That's possible. Lieutenant, you were in the precinct house. When the burglar alarm went off, huh? No, I was out getting some air around the corner. Alone? Yes. Why? Just wondering. Nobody ties Snyder up with his handkerchief, except you and Bill, Lieutenant. Say, look here, Captain. You're not getting a wild idea that maybe... Until I have more than his handkerchief as evidence against Snyder, I'm going to investigate this job from every angle. But you can't possibly think that I... Captain Logan. We've got Snyder. Bring him up here. Yes, I get pictures of him. Okay, Snyder. Get moving. Come on, you! Okay, okay. You don't have to yank my arm off. So, you're Snyder. I ain't trying to say any different. Hello, McGill. You tried to get away with a little murder tonight, didn't you, Snyder? The smuggle pinched me, giving me the idea that's what you'll try to pin on me. Prove it if you can. Shut up until you're asked to talk. Okay, copy. You made the pinch, Trouton? Yes, Captain. He was sneaking out of an alley on Chester Street. He started to run and I had to throw a shot over his head. Sneaking out of an alley, eh? Started to run. That don't prove I murdered anyone, McGill. Shut up! Of course, you searched him, Pelton. First thing, sir. No gun on him and no sign of Joe Palletti's 20 grand. But I found these in his pocket. 30 caliber cartridges, eh? That's all we need, Captain. Eight. Naturally, it threw away the 38 revolver used to kill Palletti. I never had any 38 revolver. I picked them cartridges up on the street. Sure. And I suppose you'll lost the nice colored handkerchief you had in the bar tonight. I don't know what you mean, McGill. He didn't have any colored handkerchief when I pinched him, Lieutenant. Is this your handkerchief, Snyder? Well, I... No. No, I never saw that thing before. We know it, George. What have you done with the money you took from Palletti? That didn't take no money. I didn't kill Palletti. The truth now will save you a lot of trouble, Snyder. Well, I... Okay. Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know. You killed Palletti? Yeah. That does it, Casey. Yeah, that does it. Now, Snyder, what did you do with the 20 grand you took? That's the big payoff question, ain't it, Copper? Well, I wanted to pay me something so you don't get an answer until I see my lawyer. Take him to headquarters, boys. Come on, Snyder. Okay, Copper. Gonna let him see a lawyer now, Logan? Why not? He's confessed the murder. And, Casey, did you almost get me on a phony track about Lieutenant McHugh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I was all wrong. 100 percent. Well, see you later, pal. Yeah, so long. Come on, Casey, let's get our stuff to the office. Okay, Annie. Annie, you know it. It's funny. What? I've got the dog-gundest hunch that I wasn't all wrong. The whole thing is blown up in my face, Casey. Snyder didn't kill Palletti. Calm down, Logan, and tell me about it. The lawyer Snyder insisted on seeing came in at noon today with seven reputable witnesses. Witnesses to what? To a perfect alibi. At the time Palletti was shot between 1155 and midnight, Snyder was in a restaurant nearly a mile away. Seven reputable witnesses say that, huh? They are ready to swear to it. How does he explain his phony confession? Claims he had to stall us until he could prove his alibi. That's pretty fancy. Sure. The truth is that he's a small-time cop-hater who was getting a kick out of making us look like saps. He says he found those 38 shells and lost his handkerchief. Yeah. Casey, I figure he did lose that handkerchief. Just outside Palletti's tavern, maybe. Somebody found it, got an idea, and planted it besides Palletti's body. Any suspects? I... I don't like to say this, but... Well, cops sometimes go wrong, Casey. Lieutenant McHugh has been under heavy expense on account of his sick wife, 20 grand is a lot of dough. Yeah. Snyder may have given his handkerchief to somebody, Logan. What do you mean? Well, if suspicions hadn't immediately centered on Snyder last night, everybody in the vicinity of Palletti's tavern would have been a suspect, huh? Yeah. Anybody who couldn't furnish an on-the-spot alibi might have been searched for the motor gun and that dough. Yeah. When Snyder was pinched and made his phony confession, he gave the killer plenty of time to get the stolen money and the cover. Snyder and the killer were working together. That's my guess. I think it's the right one. Now, I'll have another talk with that rat, Snyder. No, no, no, pal. Don't. Ah, let him go. Let him go? Yeah. With the idea that he's gotten away with it. But, tell him, Logan, day and night, until he leads you to his partner, the guy who has that 20 grand. Okay, Casey, we'll try it your way. But your way had better pay off. Good night, Mrs. Wheelbacker. The strangest darn people come in here sometimes. Well, don't look at us when you say that, pal. Casey, hello, Miss Williams. Hello, Ethelbert. Say, I've been wondering when you two had come in. Anything new on that Palletti murder? No, not yet, Ethelbert. You know, I take a personal interest in that case, being as how it happened to a bartender, a brother professional, as you might say. Captain Logan's detectives have been shadowing that Snyder guy for three days now. They sure have. They know what he's done every single minute. If he hasn't made or received any phone calls or made contact with anyone, it might be a logical suspect. Or at least he hadn't up to noon today when Logan showed us the latest report on him. It's nearly six o'clock. Maybe something's happened since. Uh-huh. Logan would have let me know if it had. Hmm. Maybe your idea about Snyder was wrong, Casey. Listen, that's what I'm hearing from Logan. Now, don't you start pulling it. Give the idea a little time, huh? Well, gee, I didn't mean... A water, will you? Uh, never mind, Ethelbert. Never mind. I'll get it. It's probably from me, anyhow. Excuse me, Annie. Blue note. Uh, that's you, Casey? Yeah. I thought it might be you, Logan. Anything new? Get into that tilapia here as it comes to Spring Road off 200 Street as soon as you can make it. There's nothing but woods out there. Oh, yes, there is. There's something that I want you to see, smart guy. What's that? The dead body of Snyder. All that's left of him, Casey, in that ditch. Shots through the head. Yeah. Twice with a 38 revolver as Palletti was shot. This night had been dead over an hour when he was found here. Well, then that means that the detectives who were watching... He gave him the slip, Miss Williams. I wanted to keep this rat at headquarters and sweat the truth out of him, Casey. Instead, I listened to you. You see the result? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Am I giving you some of the details, Logan? I'd be happy to tell you all I know. You may have another bright idea. Don't rub it in, huh? I... I'm sorry. This is my fault, not yours. Hey, Logan. I... I hope you'll have an idea to give me a different idea than I have. Hey, Pally, you're sick. I... Here's what happened. At three o'clock this afternoon, Snyder was walking up Crosley Street with one of my guys behind him when he suddenly hopped into a Ford sedan parked at the curb and got away. Another guy was at the wheel already for... already to grow. I think the driver of that sedan was Snyder's partner in the Palletti murder. I'm still riding with your theory about that. And he killed Snyder because... He didn't want to share that 20 grand with him. He needed... He wanted it all. Or because he knew Snyder was being trailed. Snyder was dangerous to him. Yeah, that fits too. Obviously, he and Snyder met by appointment, Logan. Snyder expected him to be waiting in a car at that time and in that place. Sure. Well, then your killer is someone Snyder talked to since you turned him loose. Yep. You checked on everyone Snyder talked to? Yeah. There hasn't been a logical suspect in a bunch, Casey, until... Until today. You mean he talked to somebody today? Yeah. Several hours before he got into that sedan. Who? Lieutenant McHugh. McHugh. Captain, no. From the first, I figured McHugh might have killed Palletti, but I've never really believed he did. You believe it now? He needed that dough, Casey, all of it for a sick wife. He's a cop. Well, then he would have opened that upstairs door for him. I've known Mac a long time. He's been a good guy and a good cop. Logan, where did he and Snyder talk today? Outside at Palletti's Tavern. Palletti's Tavern? Yeah. Snyder had the nerve to go in there and ask for a drink. That's all he had a chance to do. One of the bartenders grabbed him and threw him out of the joint. Lieutenant McHugh came along just then and helped him out of the gutter. Then they talked. Yeah, for two or three minutes, walking up the street together. Then McHugh went off duty soon afterwards and he didn't go home. He could have met Snyder in that sedan. It looks like McHugh all the way, Casey. How close was your detective when Snyder was given the bum's rush from Palletti's? Oh, he'd only just followed him inside the joint. It happened that fast. Which bartender gave Snyder that rush act? It was Andy. Oh, Andy. Who was in the bar downstairs when Palletti was killed upstairs. He couldn't have been Snyder's partner. Your man sure it was Andy, huh? Well, he didn't have time to ask for names, but the description he gave me is Andy's tall with dark hair. Well, Bill is tall, but he's bald. Well, Gus has dark hair. Oh, he isn't tall. Say, your guy got only a quick look at that bartender. Yeah, but he couldn't be wrong about it. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Logan. A medium-sized guy looks tall when you see him beside a very short guy. Snyder was a shrimp and Gus hauling him around with a collar would look like a six-footer. Gus! Palletti would have unlocked that upstairs door for Gus, Logan. He was a trusted employee. Gus didn't report for work until after Palletti was killed. Casey, you're right. Let's get Gus and go to work on him. He's a tough cookie, Logan. You'll never break him. I'll make him talk. I don't think you will. Look, Logan, can I stick my neck out again? Casey, I'll listen to anything now. All right. We'll take Gus for a little ride. A ride? Yeah. But not in a police car this time. I'll use my jalopy. Where are you guys driving me to? You said you were taking me to headquarters. Hey, way, way out in the country. We changed our minds about headquarters, Gus. What do you mean? Too many people hang around down there. Where are you taking me? Just take it easy, sucker. Look, you're a cop, Captain Logan. You can't kid me into thinking that you... We know you got that 20 grand, Gus. I don't know anything about it. Yeah, that's what you told us. It's what I'll go on telling you. This is a nice, deserted spot, Logan. Yeah, a perfect spot, Casey. Shall I stop here? Yeah. Right. Yeah, well, what are you going to do here? Just talk for a while. Step out of the car, Gus. No, yeah, pal. Why are you pulling that gun? You can't bluff me. I ain't afraid. I told you. What have you done with that dough? I ain't got it. We want that 20 grand, Gus. And we're going to have it. I'm getting a picture now. You two came to my hotel room alone. You bring me out here alone. I get it now. You two are working together. Logan and I do a lot of work together, Gus. So that's it. You want that dough for yourselves. Where is it? I ain't talking. We'll see about that. Here, Casey, hold my gun on this mug. Sure, pal, I will. Don't you drop the gun. Get it. I got it. Easy, easy. Yeah, stick up your hands, you little house. Yeah, stick them up. OK, OK. Thanks for this, Gat. You two saps should have stayed honest. You ain't got the brains for fast stuff. So you thought you'd hijack my 20 grand. Listen, Gus, you're in the racket. You know how guys have to figure if you've been nice and told us where to find that dough. Gus, we'd have been nice. So now I'll be nice to you. Tell you where to find it. It's buried under a flower bed on my old man's grave in Oakwood Cemetery. I buried the gat I used to kill Palletti and Snyder that too. That was smart. Yeah. I think of little things like that. Just like you, Muggs' daughter, bringing me to this deserted spot in a car that I'll drive away. Alone. Gus, you're not going to... No, Gus. You shut up between the eyes like Snyder and Palletti. No! Something the matter, Gus? This gun is empty. Uh-huh. That's another little thing we thought of. Well, you double-crossed me. Thanks for the confession, Gus. Come on. Now we're really going to headquarters. All right. Now then, Casey, you and I have got something to do with the blue nose. What's that, Logan? I'll tell you on the way about it. 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