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Mister, please. You talking to me, ma'am? Yes, come closer. Here, well, we can't be seen. Well, sure, ma'am, but what? I'm in desperate trouble, and I simply can't go to the police. Not yet. Well, I follow you. You're appearing in the rodeo, aren't you? Yes, Mister Coliseum. And you're from the south, like me? I come from Texas. You're not a part of this town, this street. I can trust you. Well, I reckon you can, ma'am. What you want, I should do. Get a cab here for me, and then ride with me to Union Terminal. Well, I'd be glad to, but why? All I can tell you is some men are looking for me, and if I'm found, I may be killed. Kasey took in the rodeo last night, huh, Miss Williams? No. Kasey went alone, Ethel. Yeah, I went alone. I saw a swell show, too. Poor Miss Williams. She had a date with her aunt, Knuckle. They spent the evening at Pinkie Bannister. That's clip joint? Yeah, her aunt, Knuckle, are the adventurous type. Well, we had a little excitement at Bannister's Club. That's South American playboy. You've heard of him, Ethel Bird. Senior Gallo? Oh, yeah. Well, he and another inebriated gentleman got into a fist fight and had to be gently removed by Bannister's muscle men. They say that rich Gallo fellow always carries a gold-plated gun and a diamond-studded holster for his self-protection. Did he... No, no. There were no fireworks. Boy, but I saw the real action at the rodeo, the guy's bulldogging steers, roping wild longhorns. I really saw a show. Quite a few of them cowboys has been coming into this barn. Gee, they're fancy treasures. Yeah. Just like in their more Jean Autry movies. There are some swell fellas among them. I got fairly well acquainted with a bunch, taking publicity pictures and all that. Here comes one of them now. Hello, Casey. Hi, Miss Williams. Hi, Tom. Hello, Mr. Morrissey. Let's finish your matinee. Yeah. Ethel Bird, shake hands with barbecue Tom Morrissey. Pleased to meet up. Quite the night. Casey, I was over to your office a minute ago and they said I'd find you here. You want to see me about something? Yeah. Would you excuse us, Miss Williams? Why, sure. Yes, go ahead. What's wrong? Probably you look kind of worried. I'm terribly worried. I know you well enough to figure a good man to come to for advice. Last night, Casey, I met a young lady. Uh-oh, wait a minute. What comes to women, Tom? I don't know from nothing. Well, you might know how I can find him. You met her last night? You lost her already? Well, she was in big trouble, Casey. And it was really early this morning I met her. I was walking up a street near the Coliseum, going to galking up in the nightclub places. She ran up and asked me to get her in the cab. So men were after her. Oh, you fell for it. What happened after you and the gal got into the cab? Well, I tried to persuade her to tell me about the men she was afraid of, but she said she couldn't because it concerned her family honor. Family honor? Which was also the reason she couldn't go to the police. Did she tell you anything about herself? Well, only that her friends called her Mary Bell and that she was from a fine old Southern family. You say she was young and blonde and... And beautiful, Casey. How much dough'd she borrow from you? How'd you guess she borrowed money? Oh, I'm kind of good at that kind of guesses. How much? $100. Now, look here, Casey. Don't you go getting wrong ideas about that little lady. She wasn't no gold digger, Tom. What happened after she got your dough? Well, she got out of the cab and promised to meet me at noon today. I waited from noon till after 2 o'clock at the place she said she'd be, but she didn't show up. I've got to find her, Casey. And if them fellas she was afraid of, has done her any harm... Can't you see, Tom, that you've been a fall guy for one of the oldest rackets in the world. I won't believe that. You know your way around this city, I don't know. How do I go about finding Mary Bell? You go down to police headquarters and tell your story. But I can't do that. She didn't want the police to know. Oh, I remember. Well, for your future protection, pal, come across the street to the express building with me. We just might find a picture of your Mary Bell in our petty rackets file. Casey, I told you I wouldn't find anyone who looked like that little lady among your pictures of female crooks. She's been smart enough not to get mugged for our files, I guess that's all. What will you do now as I asked you to do it first? Try to find a photo in your high society files. That's where she belongs. Oh, yes, she's a good singer too. Singer? Yes, she gave one of them concerts here once. She gave a concert? Uh-huh, she let that slip when I said she had a beautiful speaking voice. Well, let the humor you, Tom. We'll see what's cross-filed under concerts. That's her, Casey. That's a picture of Mary Bell. Sure, wait a minute, Tommy, are you sure? Of course I'm sure. What's the stuff in the file say about it? Mary Bell Warren, daughter of Stephen Warren, socially prominent banker. You see, Casey? Yeah, I see. Concert May 1945 at Maxwell Hall, house guest of Mrs. Donald P. Burgess. Hey, well, Mary Bell must be the real goods. Mrs. Donald P. Burgess is big stuff around here. I told you. Okay, I've been wrong before. Now I want to find this gal and know what goes on as much as you do. This looks like the beginning of a front-page story. Let me get that phone. But what you gonna do? Uh, wait a minute. Hello, this is Casey, operator. Get me Mrs. Donald P. Burgess. That's right. Mrs. Donald P. Burgess. Yeah, thanks very much, Mrs. Burgess. I know I've given you a cause of worry and I'm sorry. Yes, I'll call you back the moment we learn anything. Goodbye. What'd she say, Casey? Mary Bell Warren phoned her shortly after two o'clock this morning. That must have been right after she left me. That's right, Tom. She asked Mrs. Burgess if she could come up to her place. That she had to have some advice. You see, something happened to her. Well, the girl never did show up. I'm afraid that's the way it adds up, too. Whatever happened must have started, though, about three months ago. What do you mean? Because Mrs. Burgess said that Mrs. Warren and her family are old friends, you see. And three months ago, she got a letter from the gal's mother in the south, saying that Mary Bell had abruptly decided to come here. And that phone call this morning is the first that anyone has heard from. Well, what intonation do you suppose? Wow, what basis have I got to suppose anything? Strange babe takes you for a hundred bucks with what sounds like the gal in distress gag. Then she turns out to have a millionaire father and top-hand social connections. Well, we're wasting time here. We've got to find that little... No, wait a minute. That's too big a job for you and me, pal. We've got to take this to the cops. Neil, I guess you're right. I'll probably crab my chance of an exclusive, but I will take this picture of Mrs. Warren and get him started. Casey? Oh, hello, Annie. Hey, Annie, come in here, man. Look, you get a lot of wound-page assignments. Ever run across the blonde in this picture? Oh, faces familiar. Hey, Casey, I saw her last night. You what, huh? You saw her last night. Yeah, at Pink Banisters Club. Pink Banisters? Yeah, she's a singer there. Isn't that lousy joint? Oh, yeah, she did seem awfully out of place. She looked like a lady and she had a sweet voice. Well, why've you got her picture? Come on, I'll tell you on our way to Pink Banisters. What makes you interested in my blonde singer, Casey? Oh, Miss Williams heard her here last night. Pink thought she was good. Good enough to deserve a little free publicity, Mr. Banister. This cowboy gonna help you get it? I've already explained to Tom Morrissey as a friend of ours. We just brought him along. That's right. What's the girl's name, Mr. Banister? I didn't catch it last night. Her name's Lottie Dunbar. Lottie Dunbar. Yeah. How long she worked for you? Oh, about two months. Where does she live? Montrose Hotel. Oh, not a very classy joint. How late does she work here? Well, her last floor show's 3 a.m. Did she work that late this morning? No. No, she said she was sick. She left early. We need more than that information. I want to know why she made you early. I'm waiting for Tom. He asked you to keep your mouth shut. I'm sorry. Yeah, I don't get this. All right, then we'll give it to you straight. We have reason to believe that something's happened to Lottie Dunbar. Something's happened? Yeah. What made her leave here early? I've already told you. Did she come to you and say she was sick? Yeah, here in my office. Now that's all I know. Was, um, anyone with you at the time? Well, yeah. A couple of chumps had gotten into a fight on the floor. My boys had brought him in here for a coolin' off. I talked one of them out of it, sent him home. The other was still in here with me. Well, that checks, Casey. I told you about that fight, and I saw Gallo leave this office, and the other man hadn't come out when I left with Uncle Wilmer. Hey, who was this other man thinking? Well, just a quarrel of some drunk I never met before and I never want to see again. Well, after I collected the bill he owed, one of my boys put him out, told him not to come back. Now, uh, suppose you tell me why you think something's happened to the Dunbar girl. There's too long a story to go into now, but if we don't find her soon in good health, you'll hear all about it from the cops. I can't tell them anymore, and I told you, Casey. Okay, Frank. Come on, Annie, let's go. Come on, Tom. Try the Montrose Hotel. Go long, Frank. Go long. Good-bye. Huh? Hello. Yeah, boss. Come here. You want me, I should follow them wise, guys? Yeah, I want to know every place they go and about everyone they talk to. 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And that's why the revolutionary new anchor glass one-way no-deposit bottle is sweeping America. For perfect flavor, demand beer in glass bottles. For extra convenience, demand your favorite brand in the new anchor glass one-way no-deposit bottle, a product of anchor-hawking. The most famous name in glass. The hotel manager told us Mary Bell didn't come home this morning. They've been seen since yesterday, Miss Williams. No, I've figured all this would be a waste of time. Well, let's get back to car. Okay. One thing to do now, let's go to the cops. Which means goodbye, exclusives. Miss Williams, how can you think of newspaper stories when that little lady may be heard of? Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Morris. See, Tom, we gotta be impersonal in our jobs. If we weren't, we... Hey, hey, wait a minute. What? That guy getting into the green car up ahead of us. It seems to me that green convertible was behind us when we drove up here. It was. I noticed it. Hey, Casey, I've just placed that man. He was one of the bouncers who broke up the fight and banished his place last night. Oh, that's very interesting, Annie. All right, I'll start our car and see what he does. You and Tom keep an eye on him. Okay. He's following us, all right. See you alone in the car? Yeah. He may be closer to information about Mary Belle Warren than we figured a few minutes ago. That guy is salient. I've got an idea. This car lights are only about a hundred yards behind us now, Casey. I thought he'd creep up on us. All right, get ready for action, Tom. I'm ready. Now, look, Casey, the man in that car will have a gun and neither you and a Mr. Morris will have it. Tom and I know what's gonna happen, Annie. That much doesn't. We're coming to another turn. Okay, now, brace yourself. I'm shoving the brakes on hard. Hit cars in the disc. All right, come on, Tom, quick. I'm with you. You stay here, Annie. Drive our car to the roadside. Yeah, okay. I know my car. Now, I've got the... Take your hands off me. Take that, Tom. That's not a big idea. You guys forced me off the road and then you... Don't play innocent. Are you gonna tell us what you know about Mary Belle Warren? I don't know what you're talking about. You don't want a pink vanist as gang. You've been following us. You got me wrong. We've got the right place. Squeeze that daylight, Tom, unless you talk. What's happened to Mary Belle Warren? I never heard of that name before. I swear. Change up. Easy, Tom. Wait a minute. He doesn't know that name. What happened to Lottie Dunbar? The lady who was singing in your boss's place. Talk. You better talk, punk. You haven't got a gun now. All right. I... Talk, I said. I will. If you won't go to work on me, I'll spill all I got. But it ain't much, honest. All right. Spill what you got. Okay. Last night, there was a fight in the club, see? Between two drunks. Yeah, that South American guy, Gallo. And another guy I never seen before. Me and the head bouncer, Jim Robbins, we broke it up. And Pink had a shag to scrap us into his private office. Pink told me to get back into the club, but Jim stayed in the office. All right, go on. Well, a little later, I get a rush call from Jim to go with him. And all he tells me is that this here babeless Lottie Dunbar has just been caught snooping on the boss's private business. I've rushed to go get her. This was just before two o'clock. Yeah, yeah. Well, me and Jim rush out of the joint just in time to see and get into a cab with this here cowboy. So you followed, isn't it? No, no, I didn't follow. Jim sent me back to tell Pink everything was under control. Jim Robbins followed it? Yeah. In another cab. I don't know what happened after that, honestly. You're lying. This is how we are. I ain't. What did Pink say when you told him Robbins had everything under control? Well, he said to keep my mouth shut. That's all. And I ain't seen Jim Robbins since. I swear I don't know what's happened at that table. Why? Well, the truth you on risk. Come, come, hold it, Tom, hold it. Bannister's a cagey guy. He wouldn't let a punk like this in on anything big. And kidnapping is bloody big. We'll go to Bannister. I'll beat the truth out of him. Wait a minute. Wait. You mug. You said the girl was caught snooping while Gallo and that other guy were in Pink's office. That's the way I got it from Jim. I think Senor Gallo was the guy for us to call on next time. Come on, punk, you're traveling with us. I can tell you nothing more. When I was in that Bannister club last night, a strange man insulted me and I struck him. Then in his office, Senor Bannister made the man apologize and I came back here to my hotel. That is all that happened in Senor Bannister's office. I think you're forgetting something that happened there, Mr. Gallo. No, no. Yes, look here. The girl has been kidnapped, possibly killed because she saw or overheard something in Bannister's office that you can tell us about. You've got to cover up for the rats that snatched her. I do not know. You do know. I'm sure of it because you're scared. You're scared and it shows in every move you make. Every word you say. What are you afraid of, Gallo? Well, I... If you don't tell us, Mr. Will, find out. Yes, you will find out. And the police. I was a fool to think it could be kept a secret. Let's have it. Last night in that office, I... I killed the man. You... You killed the man. Yes, I am a murderer. Who did you kill? The man who insulted me. I was drinking too much champagne and I... I have bad hot temper. In that office, this man insulted me again. I remember that. Then I struck him. Then he hit me back hard and knocked me down. Everything went black. When I again knew what was going on, it's in your Bannister and a man who worked for him were holding my arms. The man who hit me was on the floor. Dead. And it was my gun that shot him. What happened then? Your Bannister, he said he will not tell police. He said he and that man who worked for him will hide the dead body and protect me. That's what Marybell overheard, Casey. Yes, of course. What did Bannister say it'd cost you for his protection, Mr. Gallup? He did not say anything. He only told me to go home. That he would take care of everything and I will hear from him. You'll hear from him, all right. We've got all we need to nail Bannister now, Casey. I'll say we have. Well, you call the police to arrest this murderer. I'll be on my way to Bannister's place. I'm gonna make him tell me what's been done to Marybell and if she ain't alive. Wait, Tom. Wait. You'd only be tipping our hand. Maybe losing our chance of finding that girl. Casey, right, Miss Marency. Well, what shall we do? Well, first I call the cops. To arrest me? Yes, Mr. Gallup. The thing doesn't add up. What do you mean, Casey? I... I... Oh, hello, headquarters. Connect me with Homicide. What do you, Captain Logan? Tom, here's what I mean. Yeah. If this Warren was snooping on Bannister while he covered up a murder, he had reason for kidnapping her. But why was she snooping? Why was she working in his joint? Why didn't she run to the cops? Yeah, there's a lot of funny things. Yeah, including that crack about her family on her. And another thing. Oh, wait a minute. Hello, Logan. It's Casey speaking. Listen, Logan, I'm gonna be down to headquarters in about 20 minutes with a very wealthy senior, Jose Gallo, because he says he's our murderer. Yeah, he just made a confession. Yeah, well, wait a minute. Now, let me tell you something now that's really important. Put a tap on Pink Bannister's telephone lines, Logan. Yeah, right away, yes, and put a shadow on him, too, the best you got. I'll tell you why when I see it. Logan, it's too long a story to go into now. But do it, will you, pal, and quick. We're starting right away. Goodbye. Tom, I think we can expect action for Mr. Pink Bannister very soon. You want him shadowed? And, uh, his phone lines tapped. Because he's gonna receive a report from one of his hired hands as soon as it's done. Ooh, the punk right here. Who, me? Yes, you, with my fingers around your neck. And you'll tell him you're still spying on us. That we've been talking to Senior Gallo, that we've just left his hotel with him, and you overheard us say we were taking him to police headquarters. We'll be at police headquarters when you phone that report. I get it, Casey. Bannister will guess that Gallo's confessed to us, and he'll make some kind of a break. I don't think so, any. You know, I've acquired a hunch about that family honor gag of Mary bells. Oh, what is it? Uh-uh, no, no. The kind of hunch I might talk myself out of if I talked about it. Let's get down to Logan's. Now, it's nearly five minutes since that mug phoned our dictated report, Casey. You figured Bannister'd make a move right after. Oh, look, allow him a few minutes to think, Logan. A punk handed him a shock with that news about Gallo. Also, the man on his tapped wire and those covering the club have to have time to phone you after. He does something, Captain. Now, this phone's completely cleared for their cause, Ms. Williams. And if Casey hasn't guessed wrong... If Casey's guessed wrong, Ms. Marybell's life won't be worth a nick. Oh, will you give my guess a chance, Tom? Hey, there's our ring. Logan speaking. Now, go ahead. Yeah? Yeah? One, two, eight, seven. Jastro Street? I got it. Okay, Flanagan, get out there the quick way. We'll be right behind you. Bannister's left the club. Just now, with two guys tailing him, Sergeant Flanagan with the squad going direct as we'll go. Come on. He's gone in the house, Captain. That's all I've been waiting for, cowboy. My men have the joint completely surrounded. Come on. That big window in front, Logan? Now, watch out for flying glass, Ms. Williams. Yeah, my head's down, Captain. Here goes. Hi, Mr. You two other mugs. I got the cuffs on a man. Come on, you two guys. Casey, he's the one Gallo had the fight with. A lot. That proves my hunch, Annie. He's the guy Gallo was supposed to have murdered. Supposed to have murdered? Yes, Logan, there wasn't any killing. Those guys simply put on an act that was convincing to Gallo. Expected to collect millions for covering up his crime. But Ms. Warren got wise to the gag and Gallo confessed. Where's Ms. Marybell? If you've harmed one here or her head, Bannister. And she hasn't been hurt. We found the girl, Captain. Marybell! Oh, Mr. Morrissey, I knew you'd find me. That's a pretty picture. Hold it, will you? Looks like romance, Casey. I think it's a reasonable facsimile there. How'd you get wise to this fake murder business, Casey? Logan, all the parts wouldn't fit together in any other pattern. Look, after I get a few more pictures, I'll tell you why. Smile for the camera, Bannister, will you? You dirty, lousy. Such a sour disposition. 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I figured Mary Bell Warren had taken a job at Bannister's joint in order to spy on him, huh, Casey? Well, we know now, Elbert, that Bannister worked his fake murder gag on Ms. Warren's brother about a year ago. There's been blackmailing him ever since. Her brother finally confessed the supposed killing to Mary Bell and she refused to believe that he'd murder anyone. So she came down here under an assumed name to get the lowdown. That guy Bannister had some racket making people believe they were murderers and then blackmailing them. That's exactly what they did to Mary Bell's brother. Who, like Gallo, had been drinking too much to think straight, you know? There's one thing I don't quite get yet. What's that? Mrs. Mary Bell Warren had money. Why did she borrow a hundred from that cowboy? Oh, she's a smart babe, Val. In case Bannister's mugs caught up with her, you see, as Jim Robbins did. Well, she figured the loss of a hundred bucks would make Tom try to find her. 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