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It's like a special kind of flashlight. It sends out themes of red light or beams of green light. Yes, it flashes red or it flashes green. There's nothing like this mystifying signal light for sending secret codes and messages, for signaling your friends, for fun. Send for yours now. Listen for details later on in today's program. Lucky Jolliff had been away from Dawson City almost six weeks on a special trip to Skagway for his boss, old Alex Campbell, owner of the Campbell Mining Company. Now he was coming home again after a record run of Skagway by dog sled. On the outskirts of Dawson, he stopped for a moment at the cabin of a friend. Well, Lucky, so you finally got back. As this run I ever made, just 16 days since I left Skagway. I had one close call though. Why, what happened? Wolves attack you? Oh, I went through the ice on 30-mile river. Never would have gotten out of it. I hadn't been for this lucky charm of mine. You and that little dinky bulldog charm of yours. Why, it's no big in my little finger. You always carry that thing pinned to your pocket? I wouldn't be without it. Say, I wonder how my boss's daughter has been making out since I've been gone. Well now, Lucky, maybe none of my business, but a fellow named Tom Haines has been paying lots of attention to Janey ever since you left Dawson. Tom Haines? A tin horn gambler? Well, he may be a tin horn gambler, but he sure knows how to make himself agreeable to the ladies. What I hear, he's been seeing Janey almost every day. Where are you going? You haven't finished your coffee. Sorry, old man. I've got business to attend to. Burning with jealousy and resentment, Lucky Jolliff hurried into town. He knew he would probably find Janey at her aunt's house in Dawson. And it was Janey herself who opened the door in answer to his knock. Lucky, it's you. Oh, I'm so glad you're back. You sure of that, Janey? Well, Lucky, of course I'm sure. Come on in. Thanks. I heard I thought maybe you... Oh, it's true then. Well, hello there, Jolliff. So you got back from Skagway, huh? Yes, I'm back, Haines. Not a bit too soon from the looks of things. Just what do you mean by that, Ramar? I mean it's true what the old timer told me. That Tom Haines here has been trying to steal my girl while I've been gone. If you're implying that there's anything wrong about Mr. Haines visiting me here at my aunt's, huh, thank you to apologize. Look, Janey, maybe I'm acting jealous. For the sake, don't you realize that Tom Haines has no business courting any decent girl? I'm surprised you're dead and you're ain't even let you see him. Dad and Aunt Lore, I have a little respect for my judgment. Tom has been very nice to me and unlike some people I could name, he knows how to behave like a gentleman. A gentleman? You should see him dealing feral to the Chachakos at the Monte Carlo. Jolliff, I've taken just about enough of you. I let... I worked for Miss Campbell here. I... you'd what? Stop it! Lucky Jolliff, you're a guest here in my aunt's home. I suggest you either behave accordingly or go elsewhere. In other words, you want me to leave and Haines to stay. Is that it? You're free to think anything you please. All right then, I'll leave. Before I go, here's something I brought back from Skagway. You might as well keep it since I won't be needing it anymore. It's for you, Haines. I'll see you later. Personally, I think you're well rid of that young fool. I'm not so sure, Tom. He handed me this little package. I wonder what on earth is... a diamond ring. He was going to propose to me and now I've lost him. What about me, Janie? You know I've just been waiting for a chance to propose to you myself. Not now, Tom. Maybe later, but not now. Old Alex Campbell lived in a log house about two miles east of Dawson City. Lucky Jolliff reported to the old man on the results of his trip to Skagway and then announced bluntly that he was quitting his job with the Campbell mining company. Alex soon guessed what was wrong. He was fond of Lucky and tried to persuade him not to take the situation too seriously. Well, Lucky, you're going to quit working for me just because you and Janie had a spat. It was more than a spat. She's thrown me over for that tinhorn gambler Tom Haines. Now, Lucky, if you weren't such a hot-headed young idiot, you'd have sensed enough to say nothing and wait till Janie comes to her senses. You're a fine one to be giving advice. If you were any sort of a father, you wouldn't have anything to do with a grifter like Haines. That's just about enough out of you. Now who's losing his temper? The truth hurts, doesn't it, Haines? Why, you... Maybe you'd be just as well all around if you did quit your job before getting fired. I hear. I'll pay you what's coming to you. Then get out! Sergeant Preston and his dog team, with King as loose lead, had stopped in front of Alex Campbell's house. He saw Lucky Jolliff leave the building and stride wrathfully away. Alex came to the door and watched, then turned and looked at Sergeant Preston. Looks like young Jolliff isn't very happy about something. Yeah, a dog-gone young puppy. He saw it because Janie's been seen another fellow while he was down the Skagway. Oh? Never mind that, though, Sergeant. Come on in. You drew King. I'm King. Have a chair, Sergeant. Thanks. Well, Sergeant, what brings you this way? Alex, the bank officials and Dawson tell me you drew out your payroll money this morning. Yes, I did. Got it right here in my strongbox. Payday's not until tomorrow, is it? Well, that's right. But I thought I'd draw the money out today while I was in Dawson. It's a special trip tomorrow. You think it's safe to keep that much money on the premises overnight? You're all alone here at night, aside from Janie. Oh, sure, Sergeant. I'm not worried. Well, hello there, Sergeant Preston. We saw your dog team outside. How are you, Janie? Oh, I see you have an escort. Yes. You know Tom Haines, don't you, Sergeant? We've met. Quiet, King. Yeah, it doesn't seem to like me, Sergeant. King has decided opinions about people. Well, don't you go growling at Tom. He brought me out from town on his partner's sled. We don't see you out this way very often, Sergeant. Is this an official business? Sergeant Preston came to warn me about drawing out the payroll money ahead of time. He doesn't think I should keep it here in my strongbox overnight. Well, it might be rather dangerous at that in a lonely spot like this. Well, I'm not worried. Dad's as stubborn as I am, Sergeant. I didn't know you were stubborn, Janie. Well, I've said what I had to say, but I don't know what to say. Don't you stay while I make some tea, Sergeant? Thanks, Janie. I think I'd better be going. Come on, King. Goodbye, Sergeant. Goodbye, Sergeant. By the way, Dad, we passed Lucky Jollif on our way out here. I suppose you know I had a quarrel with him. Yes, I know all about it. I had a quarrel with him myself. You quarreled with him? What about? Never mind. It doesn't matter. The point is, he quit his job. It's right. I paid him off just before Sergeant Preston got here. I'm sorry if I've been the cause of all this unpleasantness. It's not your fault if Lucky wants to act so childish. Well, let's forget Lucky and talk about something else. How's your Aunt Lord, Janie? She's not feeling very well, Dad. As a matter of fact, she wants me to come back to town and stay with her overnight. Do you suppose you can spare me? Well, I guess I can struggle along until you get back. Seeing as how I did my own housekeeping for ten years before I ever met your mother... Well, if you're sure you can manage, then I'll stay with Aunt Laura. Tom has promised to bring me back tomorrow morning. A short time later, Janie Campbell and Tom Haines started back to town. It was late in the afternoon when the gambler dropped Janie at her aunt's house and headed for the hotel where he shared a room with his pal, Joe Meeker. He had just finished unharnessing the dog team, but a menacing figure stepped forward to confront him. Oh, there, Haines. Lucky Jaleth. That's right. A while back, you started to tell me what you'd do if Janie Campbell weren't around. Just thought I'd give you a chance to finish that remark. If you've got the nerve. Now, you know Jaleth that was mighty thoughtful of you. I'll show you how much nerve I've got. Take this. You missed, Haines. Try this. In a moment, the two men were surging back and forth in a deadly struggle for supremacy. True to the primitive code of the North, no quarter was asked or given. Tom Haines was the taller and heavier of the two, but Lucky was handy with his fists. Before long, he had sent the gambler staggering back under a punishing barrage of blows. I guess that'll do for now, Haines. When you want more, come around and let me know. As Lucky Jaleth strode away, the gambler's eyes followed him with a look of burning hatred. Jaleth, I'm going to get you if it's the last thing I ever do. Suddenly, a small object, shiny against the snow, caught the gambler's attention. Wait a minute. That's the little bulldog Lucky Charmed. Jaleth carries around with him all the time. Pinduous Parker. Must have come off during the fight. That gives me an idea. Jaleth, I've got a hunch you're going to be mighty sorry you lost this. Tom Haines went to his hotel room where he found his partner Joe Meeker waiting for him. Meeker, a heavy-set bearded man, eyed the gambler moodily. Where have you been, Haines? Looks like you're just tangled with trouble. I had a scrap with Lucky Jaleth. Can he dust a job? Isn't that just too bad? Don't worry. I'll fix that skunk. You're full of big talk, Haines. Like the way he was going to sweep Jenny Camel off her feet with your fancy courting. And marry her so you could get control of her old man's mind and property. Yeah, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Oh, I've heard that before. Now, listen. I've got a plan that'll get Jaleth and the old man out of the way at the same time. Jenny will inherit the mind and I'll have no rivals to worry about when I ask her to marry me. It'll have to be a mighty slick plan to do all that. It's slick, all right. Just listen to this. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Bells and girls, suppose it's like this. Suppose your gang has an important secret meeting on in your clubhouse or hideout. It's dark and you're posted outside as lookout. You're unpatrolled yet hidden from sight. Suddenly you spot a rival bunch, strangers sneaking up. Say, there's where your new official challenge of the Yukon secret two-way signal light comes in handy. Mighty handy. Man, old man, by flicking your finger, you can signal a message through to your friends with your mystifying signal light. 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Now to continue our story. The morning after his fight with Lucky Jolliff, Tom Haynes escorted Janie Campbell from her aunt's home to her father's house, two miles east of Dawson City. The log house stood silently in the lonely clearing as Haynes pulled the dog team to a halt. Oh, he's in out. Oh, he's in out. Funny dad's not out to greet us. Maybe he's sleeping late this morning. Dad never sleeps late. Let's go on in. Oh, dad! We've come back from... What happened to dad? He's lying there on the floor. Janie, go back. Let me handle this. No, no, I won't go back. Dad! Tom! Is he...? Yes. Yes, he's dead. Oh, no! Stabbed in the chest. Say, wait a minute. Didn't he keep that strong box here with the payroll money in it? What? Well, it's not here now. Must have been a robber who killed him. Looks like he put up a terrific struggle before he was stabbed. In fact, he's got something clutched in his fist. See what it is. A little metal bulldog. Well, that belongs to Lucky Jones. You're right about that. That little Lucky piece he always wears pinned to his pocket. But that means Lucky was the one who... Who killed your father. Yes, I'm afraid it does. Your father must have pulled it off Lucky's pocket during the struggle. This is a case for the moddies. Leaving the old man's body just as they had found it, Janie and Tom Haines drove hastily back to town to notify Sergeant Preston of the murder. Less than an hour later, the sergeant was examining the scene of the crime. With him were Tom Haines and Constable Murray of the Mounted Police. Janie had been left at a ranch house in Dawson. You say the body was just like this when you found it, except for the Lucky piece held in the hands. That's right, Sergeant. And the strong box containing the money was gone. Well, did Lucky Jolliff know the payroll money was here in the premises? Why, sure, Constable. He probably found that out yesterday afternoon when Alex paid him off. Well, that case looks pretty bad for young Jolliff, eh, Sergeant? On the surface, anyway. On the surface? Why, it's as plain as day that Jolliff's guilty. You seem to have it all figured out, Haines. Well, pay a call on Lucky and see what he has to say for himself. You stay here and guard the body, Constable. Haines, you come with me. When Sergeant Preston and Tom Haines arrived at Lucky Jolliff's cabin, they were surprised to find the place deserted. Ah, this is proof he's guilty. He must have noticed his Lucky charm was missing and realized he'd left it at the scene of the murder. So he decided to hightail it before the bodies came after him. If so, we won't get far, and King will trail him. I'll bring him in the cabin so we can get to the center. The great dog King had found something near the cabin, and he was sure his master might be interested. With the bounty and Tom Haines following, he led the way to a spot where the ground and the stack of firewood were sheltered from the snow by a long, low, sloping roof. Here, the brown earth, free of snow, was exposed and showed signs of having recently been dug up. King had caught a scent at that spot, and he clawed at the loose earth with his paws. What is it, King? What'd you find? There's probably nothing, Sergeant. Come on. You'd better not lose any time of picking up Jolliff's trail. I think we'd better take a look at this first. King's busy paws quickly cleared away the fresh turned earth. Sergeant Preston helped, who presently found a box. A black metal box. Unless I'm wrong, this belongs to Alex Campbell. All right, fella. I can get it up now. Whoever put it here left the key and the lock. Let's see if the money's inside. Yes, cash is here, still done up in the bank's wrappers. So it turns out you were right, Haines. We did find the money hidden around Jolliff's cabin. I guess this clinches his guilt, eh, Sergeant? You don't really believe a murderer would steal this much money and then run off and leave it behind him, do you, Haines? Especially with very obvious signs of being to call attention to the spot where he'd buried the loot? Just what do you mean by that? Nothing at all. I'm merely pointing out the facts. In the meantime, King and I are going after Lucky Jolliff. Come on, King. Considerably worried by Sergeant Preston's attitude, Haines hurried to tell his partner, Joe Meeker, of Lucky's disappearance. Meeker was greatly upset by the news. Haines, you and your confounded plans. No one will ever believe Jolliff committed murder and then ran off with the money behind him. How was I to know he'd picked this particular morning to blow town? Well, you should have thought of it. Once that money gets suspicious that Jolliff was framed, the trail will lead right back to you. To me? I'm sure. Everyone knows you've been after Jolliff's girl. Who else would have any reason for framing him? Oh, shut up. Be quiet for a minute. I figure out some way to get us out of this mess. Well, hurry up with your figure in there. And wait a minute. I think I've got it. Well, that better be good. Let's hurry. Listen. Jolliff must be heading for Ogilvy. There's no reaction. Preston is trailing him. A wheel start out along the same trail and ambush Preston when he brings Jolliff back to town. We'll kill him both and hide Jolliff's body. That way they'll think Jolliff killed Amati and then took to the wilderness to hide out. My gully heathens, I think you've got it. That'll settle the whole business once and for all. Lucky Jolliff had a start of several hours on Sergeant Preston, but with King setting the pace, the engine steadily cut down the distance between him. It was almost evening when Preston finally overtook his quarry. Lucky! Sergeant Preston, I sure didn't expect to see you on the trail. Matter of fact, I've been chasing you, Lucky. Chasing me? Yes, a murder was committed in Dawson. This was found in the dead man's hand. My bulldog Lucky piece. You knew it was missing? Yes. And now I'll bet I know how I lost it, too. How did you lose it, Lucky? I had a fight with Tom Haines. A lucky piece must have come off during the fight. That dirty rat must have found it and planted it on the murdered man. Haines, eh? That's interesting. Who was murdered? Alex Campbell. Alex Campbell? Sergeant, you don't think I'd kill an old friend like Alex? You didn't have an argument with him. Yes, and Haines probably found that out when he took Janie home. That's why he's framing me this way. If you're innocent, Lucky, why are you running away from Dawson? Not running away, I just... Well, it just happens that Janie threw me over for Haines. This morning I decided to leave Dawson and go back to the States to make a fresh start. That's the gospel truth. Lucky, I'm inclined to believe you're innocent, but there's a lot of evidence against you, so you'll have to come back to Dawson with me until this case is cleared up. I think I threw a bit of a scare in the Haines before I left town. That he's really trying to frame you. I have a hunch he'll show his hand very soon. Sergeant Preston and Lucky Jolliff camped that night on the banks of the Yukon River. The following morning they started back for Dawson. Meanwhile, Tom Haines and Joe Meeker had taken up positions near a bend in the trail and were lying in wait for the two men on their way back to town. It was less than half an hour later that Joe Meeker scrambled down from the crest where he was lookout, with the news that he had spotted Sergeant Preston and his companion coming along the trail. They're coming all right, Haines. I think the mountain isn't really good. Then we'll plug him first. Get your gun right now. As Sergeant Preston neared the bend in the trail, some ancient instinct of the wild stirred in the brain of King, the great lead dog. Somehow he sensed the danger lay ahead for his beloved master. His delicate nostrils lifted to the wind, and then suddenly he caught it, the scent of land. Properly he slowed the team and Sergeant Preston called the halt. What's the matter, Sergeant? I don't know. King seems to think something's wrong. What is it, boy? You trying to warn me? What's up, Sergeant? evidently he's caught a scent from up trail. Might mean that someone's lying in ambush for us around that bend there. We'll watch and see what he does. As the minutes passed, Haines and Meeker began to wonder why their victims had not come in sight around the shoulder of the trail. Joe Meeker spoke. It's funny why those two haven't come in sight yet. Shouldn't have taken more than ten minutes with them around that bend after we heard their dogs. It's funny why they're bragging stuff. You suppose they got suspicious? It sure looks that way. Haines, I'm going back up on the crest of the hill and see what they're doing. Meanwhile, on the strength of King's warning, Sergeant Preston and Lucky Jolliff had left the trail to begin skirting their way up through the scattered pines and underbrushes that covered the slope of the hill. Suddenly, the wintry stillness was shattered by a shot. Someone's up there on the crest of the hill. Yes. And unless we dislodge him, he can keep us pinned there all day. I'm going to work my way up to the crest. But, Sergeant, if you do that, he'll plug you for sure. I'll have to take that chance. In order to fire, he has to expose himself to give you the chance to beat on him. I'll do my best, Sergeant. I spotted him that time. Yes, up there behind that big boulder. Get your gun ready, Lucky. I'll set. I'll set, Sergeant. Very well. Here goes. As the mountain broke suddenly from cover, Joe Meeker saw the movement and fired. Sergeant, are you all right? Yes, and I think you've got him. I sure did. He traveled over backwards. Let's hope it's not a trick. It was no trick that had dropped Joe Meeker. Lucky's rifle bullet had shallered his right shoulder and left him stunned from shock. Even so, he might have gotten away but the head of the master pinned the alcohol down. Help! Help! Get this dog off me! A moment later, Sergeant Preston and Lucky Jolliff arrived on the scene. Joe Meeker, eh? I've seen you before, Meeker. You're Tom Haines' partner. Sergeant, get your dog away before he kills me. All right, King. I'll take over now, boy. Sergeant Preston, I... I want to talk. Go ahead. Haines killed Alex Camel. I wasn't with him when it happened. Haines promised to cut me in on a pile of money when he married Jenny Camel. We've got control of her father's landing cup. That's why he's here. Unknown to Sergeant Preston, Tom Haines was at that moment creeping closer to the spot where his wounded partner was being questioned. Since the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, King's sharp nostrils failed to pick up his scent. When Haines finally arrived at a good position, he took careful aim at Lucky's Jolliff and fired. Don't! Don't be a gun, Preston. I've got your cover. Stand right where you are. So now you've got two murders against you, Haines. Soon I'll have three. I shot you first, Preston. But Jolliff had a gun in his hand and you didn't. Your partner's been telling me about the way you killed Alex Camel. Praying Jolliff. Yeah. I suppose he's been claiming he had nothing to do with it. Not that if that is. Because I'm going to let you have it right now. As Tom Haines raised his gun to fire, the savage cray mass of fury suddenly launched itself into the air. All right, Haines. I'll take your gun. All right, King. Let him up now, boy. It's all over. Tom Haines and Joe Maker, please do both in the name of the Queen for the murder of Alex Camel. The afternoon of the following day, Lucky Jolliff sat propped up in bed in Dawson's makeshift hospital. Beside him sat Sergeant Preston and Janie Camel. Lucky? It's a good thing, Haines. But it didn't do more damage. I thought you were a goner at first. Doc says I'll be up and around in a couple of weeks. I'm a pretty tough one to kill. Thank goodness for that. I take it you two have hatched everything out. We sure have, Sergeant. And Janie here is going to become Mrs. Jolliff as soon as I'm well again. You see, she's forgiven me for being such a jealous, hot-tempered fool. And Lucky's forgiven me for having anything to do with that murder of Tom Haines. Sergeant, thanks for all you've done. Don't thank me, Janie. It's King here who captures the criminals. Yes, thanks to you, King Boy. Another case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Going, going, gone. Yes, fellas and girls, send for your new mystifying secret two-way signal light before it's too late. This is the final week of our offer. Remember to get your amazing two-way signal light for 25 cents in coin in an envelope. Also, enclose one box top from Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice and include your name and address. Kneel immediately to Flashlight Chicago 50, Illinois. The address is Flashlight Chicago 50, Illinois. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trenlow, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fram Stryker. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the meal that convicted. When King and I were following Jim Reardon's trail, we hoped to turn up something that would prove Jim innocent of the charge that he dropped the bank. Instead, we found him surrounded by evidence of a far greater crime. We certainly ran into excitement when the trail of the thief became the trail of killers. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck and good health from Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. So long, this is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.