 Blair of the Mounties, the story of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. We present the 21st episode in Blair of the Mounties. Our story again goes back to the early days of the Yukon mining camps. As related to Inspector Blair's old friend, Angus McGregor, over the chessboard. Alright, you're moving it. What is a youth inspector? I mean the day when you did Nick and the Queen for your castle. But no, I haven't won a game for years. The sea domain is getting all foggy, I'm thinking. What about the story, laddie? I'm afraid I'm just about to run out of stories, Angus. Did I ever tell you about the Goose Lake robbery? No, I didn't remember it, did we? You remember the gold strike up on the fishing river in the spring of 1999? I remember it, Will. It did the last long. No, but they took out quite a bit of gold that year. Goose Lake was the staging camp. The shipments used to lay overnight in the safe. Reached the landing next day. The robbery happened while I was sergeant at the landing. $10,000 worth of dust cleaned out one night. Did the blow the safe? No, it was opened by an expert. Wasn't much of a safe as they come nowadays. Will, let's say the story, laddie. Alright, here we go, Angus. You show me your hand, and that's when the trouble starts. Hello, Mike. Anybody special on the boat? Oh, he's got a... There's the funniest looking fella you've seen in a blue moon. He comes from your own country too, I'm thinking. What's funny about him? Well, no offense, no sergeant. There's 20 people in every country, even in old Ireland. But this fella's the limit. He's going up to Goose Lake for the huntin', and he ought to see the claws on him. Watch, man, eh? I suppose so. He has a pile of baggage along, and enough guns to start the war. Did you check up his permits? Oh, sure, he's coming over, wants to talk to you. Wish now, here he is, be damned. Good evening, gentlemen. Come in, come in with you, mister. Let's see now, what did you say your name was? Oh, Vanduula is the name. Oh, sure. Take hands with Mr. Vanduul and sergeant. Oh, eh, how do you do, sergeant? Eh, eh, just going up to Goose Lake for a little spot of shooting, don't you know? I see. Got your permits? I'd like to look them over. Very good. Oh, yes, yes. There you are, sergeant. Thanks. So, you're going shooting, Mr. Vanduul and sergeant. Have you had any experience now? Experience? Oh, my dear fellow. Oh, what a question. Hang it all, experience. Oh, I see. Why do you ask? Well, I'm a pretty good shot myself now. Tell me now, did you ever do any ramrod shooting? Ramrod shooting? My dear fellow. I never even heard of it. There you are now. Well, I'll tell you. Back in County Clair, we used to load up the old blunder bus with a big charge of powder and one of them old-fashioned ramrods. Then we'd go up and lay beside the lake and all I had to do was to get a couple or three ducks in line and cut it out, gravity. All right. Mr. Vanduul, the permit's rolling out here. Hope you'll have some good sport. Oh, thank you so much, sergeant. Oh, gravity. Take this gentleman over the tail and see they give him a good room with him. Okay, sergeant. This way, Mr. Vanduul again. No, no, he was telling you. This here ramrod shooting is a ramrod. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, hey, man. Just tiny one ringing up at this time of night. Hello. What is it, gravity? It's just what I'm trying to find out. Hello. Sure, I'm waiting myself. Well, put me through then. Hello? Who's that? Oh, Goose Lake office. Yes? Hello? Ho-ho. Is that yourself, Maggie? And what the devil are you wanting at this time of night? You're not out there having another baby, are you? What? You want a parson? Huh? Ho-ho. You want the sergeant. And why the devil don't you say so? Here you are, sergeant. If you were that one. All right. Hello. Oh, yes, Maggie. Put him on. Hello, Slim. What is it? The safe? Somebody rob the safe? What do you mean? Oh, express stuff, eh? How much? 10,000, eh? What? Got away? Wounded? Who shot him? What? Oh, all right. We'll be up there by noon. Keep everybody out of that office. Don't touch anything. All right. Goodbye. What is it, sir? Somebody rob the safe at Goose Lake. Got away with 10,000 in gold dust. Robert was wounded. Who shot him? Why? It is your friend, Vandela, the sportsman. A powerless pussy? I'll not believe it. Why not? Well, sure. Sure he couldn't do the house if he was inside of it. Hasn't he been up there three weeks now, bombarding away at the docks from morning till night? And he never touched a feather. Him shoot a burglar, is it? Must spend a lot of money for cartridges. Be dead. He has an outfit and lords him himself. I believe he gets more kick out of that than the shooting. Well, get in your clothes and get the horses. We've got to get up there right away. Oh, sure. I thought as much. Beds estimate. Why didn't I stick to farming? I tell you what, I saw this man working at the seat. Drawing my revolver, I called upon him to surrender. You're that boy. You're that boy. Yeah, you're that boy. Yeah, look out. Look out. He's the cop. Come on out. Clear out with you. The whole area. Ah, D.Y. Why can't we figure out? Hello, Rafferty. What's doing? Well, you're Parsi. Come in. Come in, will you? Oh, suddenly. Suddenly, my dear old chap. Oh, good morning, Sergeant. So we meet again as we see in the jolly old storybooks. You know, it's funny that I was just going to say to you about Joe Ver... Look, what do you know about this robbery? Oh, yes, yes. Quite so. Quite so. The robbery. Quite an exciting affair, I assure you, Sergeant. As I was saying, every claim... Wait a minute. How did you come to be here when the thing happened? My dear fellow, you see, I sleep almost directly above. Oh. I hear the noise in the night. I picked up my revolver and eclipsed it quietly down the stairs. What was my surprise to see a man working... What did you do? Well, uh, pointing my gun at him, I called upon him to surrender. Instead of a being-maker bomb, he threw a chair at me. When I got to my feet again, the man had disappeared. You shouted this fellow? Well, uh, oh, to be quite truthful, Sergeant, my revolver went off. In the excitement, uh, apparently the man was hit. Uh, there were blood spots on the floor. Happy death. I thought it was a negative. All right, wait a minute. Can you describe this man? Well, really, Sergeant, I couldn't say precisely. He seemed to be rather a small sort of chappy, but he was so dark, you see. All right, Percy. Thanks very much. I'll see you later. Glad you to be of any assistance, my dear fellow. Here he is, boys. We picked him up in the swamp. They got that fellow, Sergeant. He shot through the arm. All right. Well, what's your name? Kalenski, Pete Kalenski. Where's the stuff you got out of that safe? Where is it? Say, I'd like to know myself. Come on, where is it? Say, listen. I don't know anything about this. Oh, no. Just charge yourself by accident, I suppose. Come on, Kalenski. We have a witness who saw you at that safe last night. Sure, that's okay. I was here, but I didn't get no dust. What? Sure. Oh, what's the use of this, darling? I ain't got it. Three weeks I put in frame on this job, and all I get is the slug through the arm. Can you beat it? Hold on. You mean to say you didn't open that safe? Sure, I opened it. But I'm telling you, there was nothing in there. Oh, I beg your pardon. That's a good one. Do you expect anybody to believe that? Well, ask yourself. You got me, ain't you? You know what happened? I just got the safe open when a guy busted in on me with a gun. I froze a chair at him, see? And he gets me through the arms. Can you beat it? What do you think, Sergeant? Oh, it might be true. Anyhow, we'll take you along, Kalenski. I'm warning you, if we find out that you got that stuff, it's going to be a lot tougher for you. So if you have anything else to say, you'd better talk now. I tell you, I ain't got it. Hello, Robertine. Any news? A little bit. I'm thinking we'll never see that stuff, Sergeant. Looks like it. Did you see the inspector up at Fishing River? Sure. He has four men on. They're combing the whole place and not a sign. It's his theory that Kalenski had a partner who headed back to the claims of that dust. It's mighty little chance to get a gift that's the case. Well, it's a nice black eye for us, Robertine. The express company and the insurance people are howling their heads off. They've had to put up the money to the owners of that stuff, of course. Well, the inspector told me to remind you that everything coming down to the land has to be searched until further on. Gosh, don't we know that? Any news from Goose Lake? Not a thing. Did you see a friend Percy up there? Sure I did. Oh, he's a great lad, is Percy. Still blazing away at them ducks. They have the time of his life. We doubt it sounds like a battle when he's out there shooting. Yes, he's a persevering chap. He is that. Goes out with a sack full of cartridges and blazes away for an hour or two and then comes back in and lords up another lot and out he goes again. Doesn't he ever get anything? Well, now and then. He knocked over a big Canada goose the other day and the whole population of Goose Lake had a celebration. Free drinks for the crowd and posse-making speeches all over the place. He's saying anything about the robbery? Did he? Oh, he's full of theories. I see. Get that, Rafferty. Hello? Who is it? Who? Oh, good evening to you, Slim. What's the trouble now? What? Hold on there now. Where did you find out? What is it, Rafferty? Hold on, Sergeant. Oh, Pete, Dad. This is funny. Hello, Slim. Who found it? What? Oh, Percy, you say. Oh, well, no. That's a funny one. Oh, and listen, Slim, if you change your mind about selling that bull terrier, you'll let me know. Yeah, Rafferty. Yeah. Hold on now, Sergeant. It's nothing, though. Well, give me that phone, Rafferty. Goodbye, Slim. Goodbye. Rafferty, what's that message? Ah, Pete, Dad. That's a square one. Our old friend Percy's in the lane right again. What was that message? Well, Percy was out fishing this afternoon and he hooked down to something and brought the tackle. They fell in the boat with him, was curious. So they dragged around a bit with a boat hook and he fetched up a bundle of canvas sacks, the ones that had the gold in them. And they were sunk in the lake. Good Lord, that's a funny one. We have to get up there in the morning. Well, Percy's bringing down the evidence. He's going out on Tamara's boat. Says the ducks is moving south. I see. All right, we'll talk to him in the morning. Top of the morning to you, Percy. Did you bring them sacks? Yes. Well, all right. Really? It's my dear old friend Rafferty. The sergeant too. Here we are. Yes, yes. I brought the evidence along. I see sergeants. We're getting home. What? Get none, is it? Sure, no. That's right. All we need now is the gold and the men that stole it. We did. I saw your leaveness. Yes, media boy. I'm sightfully sorry and all that sort of rot, don't you know? I'd really like to stay and help you with this jolly old robbery. Where's your baggage, Percy? Baggage, media fellow. Yes, you see, we have to search all baggage since that robbery. Yes. Just a matter of form, you know? Oh, certainly, my dear Jack. Everything's hard. Five gun cases, four suitcases, and three cases of ammunition. All right, Mike. Take a look over it. I'll have to get a statement for you about finding those sacks, Percy. Oh, certainly, old boy. Most extraordinary thing broke my best rod, too. Started fishing around with the boat hook, don't you know, and there was a jolly old sack. Well, they're not much use without the gold, of course. Everything all right? Baggage, gravity? Sure, nothing but clothes and guns and cartridges. All right, Percy. I'll give you a lift with your boxes down to the boat. Oh, please don't trouble, dear old boy. There's a man coming down from the hotel. Yeah, sure, it's no trouble. Give me a hug to one of them boxes. Oh, what the devil now? That's a heavy box. Give it a high sign to me, shoulder sergeant. Hold on. Good lord. Why didn't I think of that before? Open that box, Rafferty. Hey. Give me one of those cartridges. Look out! Rafferty! Hold still there now, Percy, me bite. I'll take that elegant little gun now. You care? I protest against this interference. Don't touch those cartridges. Give me a knife, Rafferty. There you are, sergeant. Hold still now, Percy. Ah. Cartridges, eh? Huh. That's three ounces of gold, that's in this one. If it's a grain. All right. Bring him along, Rafferty. Well, well, Percy, me bite. You certainly brought down the evidence. You have heard Episode 21 in the dramatic series, Blair of the Mounties. Tune in for the next episode in this series, entitled The Star Ruby of Talangor.