 Beatles. Weeping down upon the underworld to smash gangland comes the friend of the unfortunate, enemy of criminals. Mysterious, all-powerful character, a problem to the police, but a crusade of a law. In reality Dan Garrett, a rookie patrolman, loved by everyone but suspected by none of being the Blue Beatles. As the Blue Beatles, he hides behind a strange mask and a suit of intelligible blue-shade armor, flexible as silk, but stronger than steel. Today's episode of the Blue Beatles is entitled, Dourer Breds Always Come Through. Horse racing is called the sport of kings, but common people enjoy it also. Enormous sums of money are bet each year on horse races. Enormous sums of money are won and lost each year on horse races. And where enormous sums of money are involved, clever crooks will be ever scheming to divert some of that money into their dishonest hand. As our story opens, patrolman Dan Garrett is discussing with his friend and confident Dr. Franz the chemist a recent death at a nearby racetrack and its possible ramification. But Danny, what makes you think Buddy Winston's death was murder? Something that Jockeys said before he died in the hospital. What was that? He said, say goodbye to the real white star for me. He's a thoroughbred. White star was the name of the horse he'd been riding for some time. Yes, he's owned by the B&T Stables. Buddy rode for them. Is white star a thoroughbred? If he is, he hasn't raced like one. He's been running down at Greenwood, but so far he hasn't won a race this season. In fact, he hasn't even been in the money. Everyone calls him a dog. Being in the money means coming in first, second, third, or fourth, doesn't it? That's right. And now he's being brought up here to Parkingham racetrack. Yeah. But tell me Danny, why did Buddy Winston's last words make you feel he was murdered? His body was found in that wild stallion thunder Mike Stahl. Apparently he'd been kicked in the head by the stallion. Yes, but what was he doing in the stallion stall? He had no business there. That horse belonged to the Williams Stables. This horse race business is beyond me. Some horses run around in a circle, and one of them wins, and a few people win some money, and a lot of people lose some money. Well, that's just about right, doc. And what are you going to do about Buddy Winston's death? First, get Mike Managhan and run after the racetrack and look around. The big race is on today, isn't it? Yeah. And white star has entered. What chance has he? Many of the horses in the race are top-flight thoroughbreds, aren't they? According to the newspapers, well, Danny, if there's something crooked going on, I know you will find it out and be in there investigating. You bet. It's my duty to uphold the law and bring every cook to justice. Be careful, Danny. Be careful. And good luck, boy. Good luck. Thanks, doc. So long. I'm going to find out what makes white star twinkle. As I see it, Danny, Jocky Winston knew too much about something crooked in this horse racing business and was bumped off to keep his mouth shut. That's my theory, too. Well, what do you figure he knew? Oh, some crooked work in connection with white star. What? That dog? Save me, boy. That horse couldn't run fast enough to keep his feet warm. That's what everybody thinks. But I've got a hunch he's booked to win this race today. Oh, don't make me laugh, Danny. He ain't been in the money this season and against thoroughbreds like Sassafras and Blue Wigret and San Simeon. He'll look like he's running backwards. Just the same. I've got a hunch he'll win. Yes, but take my advice. Don't back that hunch with a real money bet. Don't worry. I don't play the races. I like to see horses run, but I don't bet on them. Well, here we are. You go get the tickets while I park the car. Okay, Mike. Two for the grandstand, please. Oh, thanks. But I'm off duty. I prefer to buy tickets. Okay, five bucks for two. That's right. Hey, Danny, did you get the tickets? Yeah, here we are. Let's go this way. Hey, how about a cold drink, Danny? No, thanks, Mike. I'm going to stroll around this paddock and see what gossip I can pick up. Okay, I'll hold a seat for you up in the section C. Farthrow up. That'll be near the finish line. All right, Mike. I'll be back before the big race. Hello. You're the jockey that's riding white star today. Yeah, that's right. Your name's Jessup? Yeah. Mine's Garrett. Trollman Dan Garrett. Anything wrong, officer? Oh, no, no. I'm not here to arrest anyone. I like horses, so I thought I'd come down here and look around. Oh, is that that white star there? Yeah, that's him. He's a beauty. Certainly is. Can he run like a streak? What's been holding him back? Well, I don't know. I ain't never ridden him in a race. Whitestone used to ride him. Oh, that's right. I suppose he gets his name from that white star on his forehead. Yep. Well, good luck today. Thanks, mister. Just a minute, officer. Yes? Are you here on the official capacity? Oh, no, just shaking hands with the horses. Well, don't be talking to my jockeys or fooling around with horses before a race. Are you the owner of Whitestone? I represent the owners. I see. Think you'll win today? Looking for that tip? Maybe. Well, don't put your money on white under the star. No. Well, you're a jockey here. Never thinks. Never mind what he thinks. He's made the ride, not to think. I tell you, to put your money on some other horse. White star isn't ready yet. New track. New jockey. I see. Okay. Well, goodbye, Joseph, and good luck. And thanks for that tip, mister. It's a sure thing I won't bet on white star. There's Louis Redd. Number one. She's a nice-looking filly. No filly will win this race. It's sassafas for my money. Yeah? What about white star? That dog don't make me laugh. Santsimian likes a distance. Anything can happen in a mile and an eight. Yeah. I'm taking a long shot. $2.50 to one on white star ain't peanuts. If you win in an eight horse race like this one, he ain't got a chance. He cuts up so much at the post, he may even be left. Well, look, they're at the post. Though regret sure looks good. Santsimian's nervous. I don't like the number four spot. White star's pretty steady. Stands there like a thorough break. Come on. Come on, Louis Redd. Come on. Sassafas out in front. What's that horse coming through next to the rail? Number seven. Rainy day. Boy, look at him come. Santsimian's dropping back. Where's my horse? Last. Look, he's moving up. He's past Santsimian. He's almost neck and neck with Rainy day. Sassafas first. Louis Redd second. Rainy day third. White star fourth. At the quarter. Santsimian's out of it. Look, White star's passing Rainy day. Well, what do you know about that? Yeah, he's moving up on Louis Redd. Yeah, Louis Redd can't stand the pace. I told you no filly in win this race. Come on, White star. Come on, show him how. Well, I'll be. He's past Sassafas at the far turn. And he's in the lead. Boy, oh boy, 100 bucks I went. Ah, the race ain't over yet. This for you guys. Look at White star coming down the stretch. Come on, White star. Come on, baby. Kick dust in their faces. Come on, White star, let up, baby. Get some walk away. Well, Danny, what did you think of the race? White star certainly ran like a thoroughbred. Yeah, he sure did that. Say, the bookies must have cleaned up. Why? Well, nobody was betting on White star or the big money was on the favorites. I have a hunch that the owners of White star had plenty of money bet on their horse. What makes you think that? I figured they'd be as surprised as anybody else. The man I met at the stables while I was talking to Jockey Jessup was too anxious to have me bet on some other horse. I'm suspicious of him. He represents the owners. Well, why didn't you tell me? I'd have placed a bet on White star. I didn't think of it at the time. Hey, you let me off here, Mike. I'm going to drop in on dark friends. Okay. Well, I may have a look into this case myself. It don't smell right to me. Well, keep your eye open for the blue beetle. Oh, him. Someday I'll hook him. If you do, let me know. I will not. Well, good night, Mike. Good night, Danny. Oh, hello. Hello, Danny. And how are the races? Oh, great. Some fine horses running. I heard some of it over the radio. White star was a great surprise. Yes, and I can't quite figure it out. Something's wrong somewhere. Why? Well, a horse as good as White star couldn't run as poorly as he has in the past. You can't disguise class. Wait a minute. Disguise? That's it. You got something, Danny? Almost. Say, I wonder if... No, it's fantastic. Excuse me, Danny. Yes, yes. He's here. Just a minute. It's for you, Danny. A young lady's voice. Thanks. Hello? Yes? Who? Millie Jessup. Oh, the jockey's sister. Yes. What? I see. When did it happen? Yes, I certainly will. Where? Yes, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Goodbye. Something important, Danny? Yes, Doc. That was Jessup's sister on the phone. You know, the jockey rode White star? I met him today. He's been arrested on some trumped-up charge. He remembered me and asked her to call me. Pray to call me himself. Do you think it has anything to do with the race this afternoon? I'm sure of it. Well, so long, Doc. I'm going down to headquarters. The Blue Beetle may fly tonight, so I'll be back later for the Blue Beetle chain armor and mask. I'll be here and have everything ready, Danny. Thanks, Doc. Goodbye. Tell me all about it, Miss Jessup. Well, just after the race today when Eddie, my brother, was changing his clothes, he overheard a conversation that led him to believe that White star was going to be shipped to another track tonight. About White star supposed to race in the Alice Whiteman Memorial Stakes here next Saturday. That's right. So my brother went to Mr. Gottschalk, who represents the B&T stable, and asked him about what he overheard. What did Gottschalk say? He told Eddie his ears were too big. A little later, somebody went to the race tracks to it and claimed that they'd been robbed of some diamond cuff links. A search was made and they were found in Eddie's locker. But I know he didn't do it, Mr. Gett. I'm positive he did it. Eddie isn't that kind of a boy. Oh, now, now, Miss Jessup, don't get excited. I'm sure this is a frame up to get your brother out of the way for a while. He was afraid to talk to you himself, so he asked me to. That was wise. There's crooked work going on somewhere and I'm going to find out what it is. What are you going to do? Talk it over with someone who will clear up this racehorse mystery. And if it's a crooked racket, he'll smash it in quick order. What is the explanation of Chucky Jessup's arrest? Why is White star to be transported to another track? How can a losing horse be made into a thoroughbred overnight? Will Dan Garrett solve the mystery or will he turn the job over to the Blue Beetle?