 The Blue Beetles, weeping down upon the underworld as Smash Ganglin comes the mysterious, all-powerful character who is a problem to the police, but a crusader for law. In reality, Dan Garrett, a rookie patrolman, loved by everyone but suspected by none of being the Blue Beetle. As the Blue Beetle, he hides behind a strange mask and a suit of impenetrable blue chain from a flexible assailant but stronger than steel. Today's episode of the Blue Beetle is entitled, Spirit Don't Talk. In every city and small town throughout the country, there are certain individuals who claim to have supernatural powers, mediums who claim that through them the dead speak. Only a few have firmly believed in their supernatural power and endeavored to use it for good. Even they have been exploited for dishonest purposes by unscrupulous individuals and groups of individuals. As a story opens, patrolman Dan Garrett, who in secret is really the Blue Beetle, is discussing the fortune-telling racket with his friend and confidant, Dr. Brown. Tell me, Danny, why is it that District Attorney hasn't done something about this situation? Well, in the first place, it's hard to get witnesses to testify against these fortune-tellers and mediums. In the second place, what can witnesses testify to? Why, that they were told that they'd take an ocean voyage or meet a blonde man who would be the great love of their life? You can't put anybody in jail for that. No, I suppose not. That isn't a part of this racket that causes the police and the District Attorney concerned. What does? You see, when a person starts going to fortune-tellers, he or she is a marked man or woman. He or she is registered, as it were, by a great ring. Registered? Ring? Yes. Everything about the client is noted by the fortune-teller. Assistance notes, the wearing apparel is quality, style, where purchased and so on. Traits of character are studied, weighed and measured. Clients are urged to talk about themselves. The possible names and addresses are secured. All this information goes into a central bureau to be tabulated and cross-indexed for future reform. Well, bless my soul. I had no idea such an elaborate system existed. Sure, there's a regular ring that controls the racket. Well, what about spiritualism and mediums? Are these so-called mediums part of this racket? Most of them. They constitute the most dangerous part of the racket. Well, how do you mean? Well, when they get hold of a client, some susceptible individual who believes it's possible to talk to the loved ones who've died, they work on that individual's mind, influence that individual to commit acts he or she would never think of committing if left alone. Oh, what's the connection between fortune-tellers and mediums? The fortune-tellers pick out easy marks. And if considered worthwhile material to work on, they're enthralled into visiting a spiritualist or urged to sit in on a sayon. My, my, my. People are so gullible. Yes, they are. They have to be protected from themselves. Well, somebody's in the store. I'll be back in a minute. Probably Mike Manigan. If it is, send him back. Well, hello, Doc. Is Danny the dad's ever dood? The troll in his feet? Yes. Danny's back in the laboratory. He's probably cooking up a witch's brew of some sort. Hey, you mind if I go in? Oh, no, go right back, officer Manigan. Hello, Mike. Hello, Danny. Are you ready to visit the mediums? Ready and waiting. Hey, you look very smart in your civvies. Yeah, I think your advice is good. They'll ever suspect we're cops in these clothes. I don't know about that. My wind-blown barb and your red face. They don't look like bookkeepers, but where are you two boys going? To a she-ons. You mean sayon, Doc? Yeah. We're going to talk with the dead. Who's the medium? Well, he calls himself Professor Windriff. And where's the sayons being held? Windriff's house out on Elm Street. You know, that old place that flipped back from the street? Yes. Yes, I know it. People used to say it was haunted. That's the place. Well, come on, patrolman Gareth. Pardon me, Mr. Gareth. You go ahead, Mike. I want to ask Doc something. I'll be with you in a minute. OK, I'll wait out front for you. Hey, Doc, can I borrow your X-ray camera with a special infrared lens? Oh, certainly, Danny. I'll get it for you. Now, what can I carry it in? Oh, here. It's quite fat. Here it is. Put it in this briefcase. Oh, thanks, Doc. I'll see you later. If the spirits don't get me. In another part of the city, an interesting discussion is being held. Banker James Henley is talking with his son, John, and his nephew, William. I want you, John, and you, William, to accompany me to the science, Professor Windriff. May he be able to communicate with my dead son, Rodney. Oh, dad, it's all a fake. This spiritualism and mediums and such stuff. I don't believe Professor Windriff or anybody else can communicate with the dead. Well, I do. You only have to take one look at the professor to know that he's unusual. He has that faraway expression that psychic people have. Oh, nonsense. Oh, William is right, John. Professor Windriff is gifted beyond most models. I'm sure he will be able to communicate with my elder son, who was killed in Spain. Perhaps Rodney will be able to advise me in my financial affairs. He was always so right about things. And I'm getting old, and I need his advice. Yes, and I'm sure his advice will still be good, Uncle James. Yes, William. I'm glad you have the right attitude toward these things. Well, let's get started to the séance. The sooner we get there, the sooner it will be over. Who's going to be out at Windriff's place, Daddy? Not sure. Charlie Storm and his son told me that Banker Henley is a frequenter of Windriff's séances. Well, how are we going to get in there? Charlie got me two cards from a girlfriend of his who's a hostess in one of those gypsy tea rooms. Do you think they'll suspect us? I don't know, but let me do the talking. You just keep still and look psychic. And how does a guy look when he looks psychic? Just stare straight at everything and everybody. Just as if you were looking through them at the immortal spheres. That's the way I look when I've been hit on the head. Well, I'll talk you one before we go in, if that'll help. Yeah, never mind. I can look psychic without your help. OK. That's the heart of the head. It's a pleasant looking spot for a murder. Are you healed? No, I didn't bring a gun. Well, I did. And if any goes to the pot of spirit, that's Jay with me. I'm going to use it. Now, here we are. Come on, Mike, and remember to look psychic. OK, Danny. Good evening. Are you expected? We have cards. Very good. Will you come in, please? The séance is about to begin. Thank you. Who are these gentlemen jerks? They have cards, sir. Are you Professor Wendrop? Yes, I am. This is Mr. Michael P. Mannegan, and I'm Mr. Van Norden Garrett. We were recommended to you by the Gypsy Tea Room. My friend here is psychic. Oh, I see. Well, come in, gentlemen. They're right in here. This is Mr. James Henley, the banker, his son, John, and his nephew, William, Mr. Mannegan, and Mr. Garrett. Thank you. Now, will you all take seats, please? You and Mr. Mannegan sit here, Mr. Garrett. Thank you. Sit in a circle and hold hands. Mr. Henley, you sit here on my left, between Mr. Garrett and me. John, you sit on my right, and William, you sit next to your cousin, John, between him and Mr. Mannegan. There we are. This is a lot of poppy cars. John, John, be quiet. If you don't want to sit in, leave the room. Oh, all right, Father. I'll keep quiet. I'm afraid your son is not in a receptive mood, Mr. Henley. Oh, he'll be all right, Professor. He's young, that's all. Yes. Now, we'll each take the hand of the persons on either side of us, and I'll put the lights out with this switch in the floor at my feet. Quiet, everybody. Relax. Vanish thoughts of this mundane world and let your minds wander out into the infinite. What was that sound? My teeth chattering. Is that you, Rodney, my son? Yes, Father. Yes, I'm the one killed in pain. Speak to me. Speak to me. Rodney, are you well? I cannot rest. A heavy burden lies on my soul. What is the burden on your soul, Rodney? My brother John does not love you. Only William loves you. That's a lie. William is a crook. This seance is... Lights. Switch on those lights. What happened here? John. John, what's wrong? Well, I... What happened? What happened here? Look, my son John, there on the floor. Stand back, everybody. Mannequin, cover those exits. He's dead, all right. Stabbed in the back. Wait a minute. What is this? Who are you to give orders in my house? Shulman Tan Carrot. My psychic friend is Officer Mannequin. Miranda, if anybody attempts to leave this room, this gun of mine will speak. And it won't be a psychic message either. Go ahead, Boris Danny. This is a case of murder. An hour later, back at the little apothecary shop of Dr. Frans, Dan Garrett and Dr. Frans are examining two photographs which have just been developed. Now, Doc, this is the first one I snapped through the X-ray camera. It shows the interior of the room where the seance was held. What's that dark spot there on the wall? Where? It looks like a loudspeaker behind a large painting. That's probably where the voice came from, that old man Henley thought was the voice of his dead son, Rodman. He was the old man's favorite son. He volunteered to fight in Spain and was killed in battle. Let's see the other photograph. All right. I took this one just as John said, this is a lie. It shows the group seated in a circle. Look, look there. It's a murderer. His hand is clutching a dagger raised to strike. It even shows the cotton he wrapped around the hill to avoid leaving fingerprints. Photograph alone will convict the murderer of John Henley. Are you going to phone police headquarters to hold him? If they hold him, we may not be able to run the higher-ups in the racket area. Then you think the murderer of John Henley was not the top man. Oh, no. He was just part of the ring. The brains of the racket are higher up, but they should have realized that John Henley's death would bring down the police on their necks. Somebody made a miscue there. I don't think the ring planned John's death. What do you think their plan was? Simply to use a dead son Rodney's fake voice to work on the old man and influence him, to let his nephew William advise him. And in time, persuade him to make William his heir. But why? William is probably being used by this gang of racketeers. The old man should die, leaving his vast fortune to William, and William would be blackmailed into coming across with a large sum of money to the racketeers. What devilish things evil minds can think of. Yes. Oh, by the way, Doc, put those negatives in a safe place. And they'll be safe with me, Danny. All right. Well, the Blue Beetle is going into action on this gang of crooked buzzards. What are you going to do? The Blue Beetle is paying several visits tonight. But for another day dawn, the spiritualist racket will be smashed. The Blue Beetle is the murderer of John Henley. What will the Blue Beetle discover at Professor Windrup's residence? Whose warped mind is behind all these fiendish schemes to pray upon honest, but superstitious and ignorant person? Off through the night feeds the Blue Beetle in his crusade against crime.