 The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer! The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer! The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you Crime Photographer! Thirty days has September, April, June, and November. All the rest have 31 and this ain't leap year, thank heavens. Thursday the 7th. Casey! Huh? Why? They don't scare me like that. Casey, we're famous! We've been on the air just a year today for Anchor Hawking and they're famous. Right, Ethelbert. Anchor Hawking. The most famous name in glass. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees bring you another adventure of Casey Crime Photographer. Ace Cameraman, who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole. Our adventure for tonight. Death in Lovers Lane. A moonlight night, a lonely road. A parked car in which, close together, sit a man and woman. Ah, romance. And then from the dense woods that line the road, a sharp snapping of a twig. Bill. Something's moving behind those trees. A man. I see. He's coming this way. What's your car doing here? Is that any of your business, mister? I think so. I'm a police detective. Bill. Quiet, Nora. What do you want, officer? There we are. He's pointing a gun at us. What's the big idea, fella? If you're a cop, let's see your badge. This cat's my badge. Both of you, stick up your hands. My hands are coming up, mister. With this. He got him in the arm bill. Knock the gun out of his hand. He's running. All right, you phony. Now stop or I'll kill you. I'm a real cop, and this is your last warning. Okay. He made the woods. He's getting away. I'm going after him. Now blow your whistle, Nora, and signal the boys to close in. This guy is the Lovers Lane killer. The, uh, the man got away from you in those woods, officer. Yeah, that's right, Miss Williams. But Nora Ryan, the policewoman who was working this trap with me, got a car here in a few minutes, and they radioed the precinct station to have the woods surrounded. The guy can't possibly get away. I wish I were sure of that, Dano. Our guys have been searching those woods for an hour now and haven't found him. He should have shot him down when he started to run. Well, I'm sorry I didn't do a better job, Captain. Logan, why do you pick on Bill Dano? Why, Casey? Yeah, he and that policewoman have been laying traps for this Lovers Lane murderer ever since he began killing people three or four months ago. Well, the guy walked right into one tonight, and Dano and Nora Ryan sprung it on him hard. They did the best they could. Killers bottled up in these woods, wounded and without a gun. You're sure to find him when daylight comes. If this killer gets away after we hit him in our hands... Do you think it's really the Lovers Lane murderer who came after Dano and Mrs. Ryan tonight? We can't be sure, Miss Williams. Only people who've seen the Lovers Lane murderer in action didn't live long enough to describe him. He found their bodies slumped in cars parked on lonely roads like this one. The dead body is a six-couple so far, with 32 slugs through their heads. The guy who walked into one of our police traps tonight may have intended nothing more than a hold-up. Well, the gun that Dano shot out of his hand was a 32. There are a lot of 32 revolvers in the illegal circulation, Miss Williams. Ballistics hasn't had time to compare the gun he dropped with the murder slugs. Of course not. This guy does prove to be the Lovers Lane murderer. I will have had a bum hunch. What do you mean? I've had an idea. The killer was a woman. I've played around with the notion that a woman was behind these things myself. A dame whose love life hadn't been so good and who resented other people finding romance under the moonlight in parked cars. What about the little card with I'm-death printed on it, the one the killer always leaves? Those cards could have been left by either a man or a woman, Miss Williams. Our handwriting experts say they show no definite sex characters. I know Luggan, but, well, as I say, my hunch wasn't very strong. Captain. There's a gunshot. They must have found it. Now, it came from in there. I'm going in. Here, so am I. You stay here. Oh, no, I will not. I can't. Look, there's shooting going on. No woman should be... I don't call one-shot shooting. I'm going with you. What's happened? Captain Luggan, come out. I'm coming, Dane-O, but... There's our man, Captain. The same guy who pulled a gun on Mrs. Ryan and me. Good job, Dane-O. You got him this time. Yes, and for keeps. Oh, I didn't shoot him, Captain. You didn't? No, no. I heard a shot and came here in the woods in this direction and found the guy lying here. Well, who did shoot him if you didn't? Our other cops are too far away. They're just getting here now. Well, I don't know. They Luggan is a clean hole in this dead guy's head, and it wasn't made by a police 38. It looks more like a 32. Captain, beside the body. I see. Casey. A printed card. I'm deaf. The sign of the Lovers Lane murder. Then he just killed this guy. And this guy wasn't the Lovers Lane murder. Our story will continue in just a moment. Extra, extra. Read all about it. Great new discovery makes beer and ale easy to enjoy. It's a new kind of bottle. A different kind of bottle. It requires no deposit. No fussing with pennies. You don't have to return it. No bother with empty. Just pour out the beer and throw the bottle away. It's light as a feather. No arm weary Luggan. It's sturdy and compact. Save space in the icebox. It's easy to open. And safe to drink from. It belongs on the table. It's at home on a picnic. And brother, what flavor? That true brewery flavor. Protected by glass. As only glass can protect it. Yes, the revolutionary new anchor glass one way no deposit bottle is sweeping America. For flavor that's brewery bright, demand beer in bottles. For safety and convenience, demand your favorite brand in the new anchor glass one way no deposit bottle. The product of anchor hawking. The most famous name in glass. Luggan, why be sore at your cops? When they heard that shot, they naturally did the same thing as you and Anne and I did. They investigated. And while all of them were making for this point where the shot came from, the killer who left that I'm death card was making his getaway. Oh, I don't think he's gotten away, Captain. He's still trapped in the woods. You'll get him. Or her. I've still got that little hunch about a woman being the killer. Now that the guy who tried to stick up Dano and Mrs. Ryan has been put in the clear by getting shots with her head, well, maybe I'm right. Is that, um, I'm death card like all the others you found, Captain? Yeah, Miss Williams, they're all the same. And I think ballistics will say that the 32 slug found in this guy's head came from the same gun that killed those six couples. I'm betting the same way, Casey. And I have the same carcide theory you have about the reason for this latest killing. Now lovers laying murderer with their man or woman must be a psychopathic case. And such people nurse terrific egos as well as terrific grudges. And he'd have gotten a kick out of shooting this man practically under the noses of you cops. That's it, Miss Williams. And the shooting served a practical purpose too. It drew most of the searchers to one point and enlarged the guy's chances for a getaway. Captain Logan. Yes, Sergeant? We've just found out the killer may have gotten out of these woods. What? There's an old dry culvert passes under the road on the northeast and it's grown all over with bushes, but looks if our killer knew about it and used it. That's just swell. I've learned something else, Captain. Maybe good news. That I'd like to hear. That's a half-crazy old guy lives in a cave in the hills just north of here. One of them hermits hates people and he knows every inch of these woods. They say especially hates young people, Captain. Huh? That sounds like a pretty good description of the lover's laying murderer, Captain. They say he lives in a cave, Sergeant. Yeah, the only name folks know the old guy buys old eave. We'll pay old eave a visit right away. Captain Logan. Captain Logan. Who's calling? That's me, Philip Dannell. Oh. Yeah, who's that with you? Oh, little guy. I mean a gentleman I met out there the northeast road. He's given me some very interesting information I think you ought to know about. I'm Clarence Butterworth, Captain. Professor Clarence Butterworth. I have a little summer place near here where I relax while the college is closed. I teach psychology at Sylvester Normal. Glad to know you, Professor. Captain, if I may, like many other people of the neighborhood, I was naturally attracted by the large number of police cars and officers searching these woods tonight. And when I learned the reason for their activities, I introduced myself to this detective. And tell the captain what you told me, Professor. Yes, of course, Officer Dannell. Captain, as one familiar with this section, I think I can suggest a suspect for your investigation. I've just been hearing about the hermit, Old Heath. Oh, yes. Old Heath, a pronounced misanthrope. A what? A hater of mankind. He would naturally fall under suspicion, but I don't think a creature of his limited mentality capable of successfully committing such a series of crimes. You see, Captain, I'm... If I may be familiar with that, I'm a student of crime. Oh, you are? Yes. As a professor of psychology, the subject of crime falls naturally into my orbit. Okay, who's your suspect? A woman. A woman? Yes, Mr... Casey's the name. Tell us about this woman. Of course, Mr. Casey. She's a person of considerable wealth, and in my opinion of strong psychopathic tendencies occasioned by an unhappy marriage. Her husband was, if this young lady will pardon me, something of a philanderer. Oh, I'll be played around with other dames. Yes. According to neighborhood gossip, she surprised him in a parked car one evening with a young female person and attacked the two of them with a butcher knife. Fortunately, her husband was able to disarm her before he could do any great damage. He afterwards had a commitment to a sanitarium for mental treatment, an institution from which she was released only six months ago, pardoning his death. Six months ago, Logan. Yeah, this thing checks in a lot of ways, Casey. Now, who is this woman, professor, and where does she live? Her name is Mrs. Norma Julian, and she occupies a smaller state about a half a mile northeast of these woods. That culvert's from the northeast, Captain. Sergeant, we're not overlooking any bets, so you take a detail and get that hermit, old Eve, for questioning. Now, Professor, I'll have you take me and Officer Dano to Mrs. Norma Julian. Also, Miss Williams and me, Logan. Definitely us, Captain. Okay. Come on, Professor, let's go. Very well. This will be a most interesting, most interesting, indeed, to an amateur criminologist like myself. Dear me, now I have an opportunity to see how real professionals work. I'm Norma Julian. What do you policemen want? I've just been talking to your servants, Mrs. Julian. They say that you've been away from home most of the evening, that you returned only a few minutes before we arrived. I'm frequently away from home. What about it? Well, I'd like to know where you've been. It's none of your business, but I've been out walking. Alone? Alone. I prefer my own company. Did you meet anyone during a walk? I tried to avoid meeting anybody. Where'd your walk take you tonight? North of here, in the hills. You were south of here in the woods? No, I was not. Why? There are burrs on your skirt, Mrs. Julian, and those woods are full of burrs. There are plenty of burrs in the hills. What's the purpose of this questioning? And how dare you policemen bring that young woman into my house? Oh, me? Yes, you! You're the sort of woman that stole my husband. The kind that makes people say, I am crazy. You're the kind that just... You're a stopper, do you know what I did there? Maybe she's gonna hurt me with her name. She's out of control, Annie. She's crazy, all right. I'm satisfied. She's the one we've been looking for. Take her to headquarters, man, and get the psychiatrist to give her a going over. I'll search this house for a 32 revolver. Yes, sir. Come on, Mrs. Julian, you're gonna... Dear me, dear me. What a violent woman. Professor, I'm very grateful to you for your tip. Well, I'm happy to have been of service, Captain. We amateur criminologists can serve a purpose. Can't be. You served a double one tonight, Professor. Thank you. You made a little hunch of mine pay off. Hunch, Mr. Casey? Yes, I had a feeling that the Lovers Lane murderer was a woman. Captain Logan! Captain Logan! What are you doing here, Sergeant? I've got the Lovers Lane murder, sir. What? Let it, we know who he is. We got him surrounded. What are you talking about? Yes, what do you mean? Oh, deep, the hermit. I took a couple of men, went to arrest him like the captain instructed. When we got in front of his cave, he started shooting. Started shooting? He's already winged one of our men. I had to call in reinforcements before I came here to get your further instructions, sir. There's a regular battle going on at that cave. He has the old fool putting up a fight. He's not the murderer. But he is, sir. When he started shooting at us, he yelled the words on them cards and kept on yelling. He says over and over, I'm deaf, I'm deaf. Listen, Captain. I hear it, I know. That one came close. And he keeps down behind these rocks that old guy shoots straight. No, I'm keeping down, Casey. He isn't shooting so often now, Captain. He's run a short ammunition. He got to get up there with a tear gas bomb and smoke him out. If there's any shelter between here and that cave, you'll kill anybody who tried to climb that exposed hill. We'll go around the hill. Get at it from the rear. But the cave has only one entrance. The opening is in front and he's watching that. I'll head down, everyone. Captain, I'm sure the cave has two openings. Are you a professor? Recently so. During one of my rambles about the neighborhood last summer, I discovered an opening covered by trees that apparently led downward to the rear of Old Eaves Cave. Could you find it again? I believe I can. Sergeant, you and your men keep that maniac's attention. Start shooting and draw his return fire to exhaust his ammunition. They know you've come with the professor and me. Yes, sir. I'm going to be a part of that expedition, Logan. And me. Oh, no, Miss Williams. If Casey wants to take chances, that's his business, but I'll have no way with him. You stay here, Annie, where it's safe. Oh, safe, huh? Well, safer. I'll lead the way, Professor, and keep under shelter. Let's go. Betty, where? See you later, Annie. Oh, I hope so. Somebody get dirty. You barge on death, on death, Casey. How's that hunch of yours now, Casey, about a woman being the lover's lane murderer? That hunch, Logan, just ain't around anymore. Hey, here's the opening, gentlemen. This is the cave, Logan. Say, Logan, how are you going to work this thing? Dropping a tear gas bomb? No. This hole is wide enough to squeeze through, so I'm going down. That old guy put a rifle bullet right through you. He hasn't returned a shot to our guys for a long time. Now, Casey, he may be out of shells. Anyway, he's been kept so busy watching his front door. It's a big chance, pal. Dino will follow and cover me. So will I. Your weapons are gone so what? So you're nuts. Gentlemen, I think you're extremely foolhardy to venture in there. It's got to be done, Professor. Here goes. Dear me, this is exciting. And I'm down, Dino. Come on and be quiet. There's a bend in the cave and that nut can't see us where he is. I'm with you, sir. Me, too. I also... Professor. I couldn't miss this, Captain. And I know you won't. Let me get hurt. Keep quiet, then, and keep back. Come on, Dino. All right. Hey, Captain. Yeah? Look, there's the old guy now. Crouching behind that barricade. His rifle's on the floor. He's out of ammunition. Hey, Logan, he's got something else in his hands. It's not a gun. It's a bottle. There you go. Stick up your hands, Eve. We got you. No, no, keep back. Keep back or I'll throw this bottle. Explore nitroglycerine. Nitroglycerine. Oh, it's all a tundration. I'm dead. I am, I'm dead. Don't throw that. Destroy it. Oh! It didn't explode. It was just a blub. I got the thing, Logan. Stick it in your pocket, Casey. Give it to me later. No, you... I quit this old maniac with my gun butt. Sure did. He's out cold. As tall as a professor. A professor? What's the matter with him? Yeah. The little guy fainted when he pitched that bottle. I almost did myself. Yeah, me both, Tano. Maybe you guys think I took it easy. Oh, boy, he might have had the real McCoy in that bottle. But anyway, we finally got the lover's lane murderer. I hope. Bear, Casey, you look as if you needed it. Yeah, I do, Ethelbert. This has been quite a night, Ethelbert. I should imagine, Miss Williams, from what you've told me. Is that crazy old hermit the real lover's lane murderer? We don't know. He's such a fruitcake. The cops don't get any sense out of him. Even though these come, too. We didn't go back to headquarters with him, because I have to write my story. Casey had a lot of pictures to get ready for the engravers. Yeah. I'll have to go to headquarters later and give Logan this bottle of nitroglycerin. Excitement. We both forgot about it. Is that the bottle of stuff the old guy threatened you with? Yeah. Looks like greasy dishwater, a cold soup, doesn't it? You're sure it ain't real nitroglycerin, huh? If it was, pal, I wouldn't be here. When stuff like nitro gets thrown around, things blow up. I've heard it don't stand for rough treatment. That's right. Logan will want that little bottle of dishwater for evidence, I suppose. Oh, sure. Cops always want everything. How about the woman that Mrs. Julian, who was arrested first? She's another nut. The police are holding her. She may still turn out to be the killer, Annie. Oh, Casey, you certainly hang on to a hunch. I... I haven't a hunch about this thing anymore, even an idea. You know, this has been a tough night. Well, it's not over yet, Casey. We've another job to do. You have? Yeah. City desk wants a lot of personal dope on little Professor Butterworth. We're playing him up as the big hero of this evening's frolic, so we're going out to the sticks again and see him. He snapped out of his faint okay, huh? Sure. He was still kind of white around the gills and we saw him last. Oh, come on, Annie. Let's get over with the comb today. Okay. Salong, Ethelbert. Salong. Hey, Casey. Huh? Take your bottle of nitroglycerin. Oh, thanks for reminding me. I wouldn't like it to explode sitting on my bar. Sure, you know how to find the Professor's house, Casey? Well, I have his dress. Told me it's only a mile back of these woods. This is a beautiful road in the moonlight. Yeah, yeah. No wonder so many couples have picked it as a lover's lane. Don't see any neckers along here tonight. Well, after what's happened, they've naturally been frightened away. I wouldn't scare away that easy. Wouldn't you? No. I'd have had a real nice gal in the car with me. Oh, is that so? Yep. I'll prove it. Here's a good parking place. Why, Mr. Casey? Ah. Nice moon. Ah, kid. Uh-huh. Well, now what? Well, suppose you'd tell me what you think of Philadelphia's chances against Pittsburgh for seller position. Hmm, suppose I'd tell you what I think of you as a romantic character. Oh, no, you'd flatter me. Mr. I'd blister you. Manny, what do you mean? I only... Oh. Hey, wait. Someone in those woods. Oh, yeah, yeah, I see. Good evening, young people. The professor. Yeah, he's got a gun in his hand. Are you enjoying the moonlight? The beautiful, romantic moonlight? We were. Casey. Miss Williams. Yes, you. You didn't recognize us as soon as we did you, professor. No, I didn't. That's an interesting gun you're pointing at us. It's a .32, isn't it? Yes, a .32. Then, um, are you... You're quite right, Miss Williams. I'm dead. Don't move, Mr. Casey. I... Well, one up for you, professor. Now tell me, why are you a killer and a kind of killer you are? Oh, Mr. Casey. I know you're only trying to gain time, my boy, while you strive desperately to think of a way of escape. But I can spare a little time, and it'll be interesting to observe your desperation. That's, uh, why you kill, to observe? Exactly, Miss Williams. I'm a student of human emotions, and the only way to know them is to have them. A man cannot understand the mind of a murderer until he himself has killed, and he cannot know the feeling of power until he has killed often, until he has become as dead. You're mad. Oh, no. Old Eve is mad. Mrs. Williams mad because they hate. I hate nothing. I love nothing. I merely observe. My way. I'm a true scientist. See? Yes, sir. Something I've just remembered. Oh, and tell me, what is that, my boy? That guys who don't hate anything or love anything can be very much afraid of things happening to themselves. I don't understand. Maybe this will remind you it's the bottle of nitroglycerin I took from old Eve. Don't put it down. I'll put it down at your feet if you fire that gun. No. Drop that gun. Yes, I will. Drop the gun, Casey, and fade it. He's out cold again, and I've got his gun. Now, why did he fall for your bluffing? He knew that bottle didn't explode before. How do I know what makes a madman tick, can't he? I didn't think he'd fall for that nitroglycerin gang. It was all I could think of, though. Hey, Casey, here comes a police car. Yeah, well, flag it down. Get this guy on the handcuffs. You see, I thought we'd never find you. Hi, Logan. Hey, what are you doing here? I'm looking for you two. Your city desk told us you'd gone to the professor's house and we found nobody there. Never mind about that, Sergeant. Say, here's the professor. Never mind about that, Logan. Tell me. Give me that bottle. The one you took from old Eve. Oh, sure. Here it is. No! You take it, Sergeant, and wrap it up carefully. I'll say I will. Wrap it up carefully. Old Eve swears it's the real stuff, Casey. 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