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Professional thieving is a business, and some forms of it, just as some forms of legitimate business, are conducted on a nationwide scale, with accomplices in major cities throughout the country acting as sales outlets for the stolen goods. But your FBI, one of whose jobs it is to smash these rings, also operates on a nationwide scale. And no matter how cunning the methods of the one, there are no match for the unrelenting vigilance of the other. And it is inevitable, as illustrated in tonight's case from the files of your FBI, it is inevitable that sometime, at some point, the twain shall meet. The greenhouse floral business operated by Meryl Sheridan and his widowed aunt in the suburbs of a large Midwestern city, had, until a few months ago, produced only a modest income. Then it began to prosper smartly. But at the moment, this sudden financial success means nothing to Meryl Sheridan. He stands for Lawnley and his greenhouse, contemplating a flower. Meryl? Yes, Aunt Cathy. I thought you were coming into the house for lunch. I was. Is something wrong? Yes, it's this virus. Oh, what about it? I'm convinced it deliberately committed suicide. But I thought it was doing so well. It was. Well, perhaps you can revive it. I wouldn't give the stupid thing another chance. Oh, look, look, isn't that... isn't that Mr. Durham outside? Oh, yes, I'm sorry to say. Why, Meryl, he's our most profitable customer. I appreciate him, darling, but I don't trust him. Well, good morning. Good morning, Mr. Durham. I would have gotten here sooner, but traffic in the city was extraordinarily heavy. Mr. Durham. Yes? You obviously received my telegram. Oh, yes, you said you had a rare variety of tulip bulb that I might be interested in. Correct? Yes. I'll watch the office, Meryl. Very well, Aunt Cathy. May I see the rare specimen? Here we are. Well, let me look at it. Don't be impatient. I'll handle it. Here, up your hand. Very well. That's it. Now I shall pull its false bottom out by the roots. Thustly and... Good Lord, Sharon. Does it please you? Why, it's one of the most beautiful emeralds I've seen. It's the late property of some plushy dowager, I'd say. Why, it's... it's at least 20 carats. And Cathy and I will settle for 25,000. Well, I'll... I'll do the best I can. You'll probably sell it for twice that, but remember, you will still get only your usual one-third share. Now look here, Sheridan. I've told you before. You're entitled to a larger share. I know. This is a precarious enterprise for all of us. But I've spent nearly 20 years building my business. And if I'm caught in just one of these transactions, what happens to the house of Durham and where am I? Aunt Cathy and I will see to it that you have fresh flowers in your cell every day. Now see here. Just dash on back to the house of Durham, oh dear, and do the best you can. For one-third. The same morning in that city's field office of the FBI, Agent and charge Craig was sitting at his desk when Special Agent Highland entered from the teletype room. Good morning, Mr. Craig. Hello, Highland. What have you got there? Special bulletin to all field offices from Washington. Oh, what's up? A series of jewel robberies. Three cities along the eastern seaboard, one right after the other. Sounds like the work of one gang. Yes, here's the bulletin. None of the stuff is turning up in the city's work with Stolen, so the police figure the gang is fencing it out around the country. I don't see any description of the stuff here. There's a follow-up teletype coming in. Quite a long list. I see. I don't imagine any of the stones are in their original mounting now, though. No, jewel gangs are usually smart enough to unmount the stones before trying to dispose of them. They're harder to identify that way. And reduces the chances of finding them to about one in a million, too. Don't be so pessimistic. You said there's quite a long list of them, right? Yeah, but I also... All the FBI has to do is find just one piece of the jewelry or just one of the stones. But the tough part is finding that one stone. I know, and maybe none of this stuff will ever turn up in our particular bailiwick, but we've got to go on the assumption that it will, so let's get busy. What first? For start, let's alert the police, all pawn shops, and all insurance companies which insure jewelry. Right. Hello? Hello, Durham. I've just deposited my personal check for $20,000 to your bank account. For what? I sold the stone for $30,000 and kept my one-third $10,000. Isn't that good news? No. Why not? A little birdie told me you collected $6,000 more as federal luxury tax. Well... Didn't you? Yes, ma'am. Then deposit $4,000 of it to my account at once. Now look, the tax money belongs to the government. You're not paying taxes on stolen gems and you know it. Sheridan, I told you I wanted more than one-third share, and I'm keeping that $6,000 as a bonus until you're ready to revise our agreement. What kind of flowers do you want? Never mind threatening me. Listen, Durham. All right. Keep your bonus. That's just what... What? I've just decided that from now on we're going to do business on a different basis. What do you mean? I'll fix the amount that Aunt Kathy and I are to have, and you pay it to us in cash on the spot. Then whatever you sell the article for later is your business. How's that? But what if I don't agree with your price? You can take it or leave it. Very well. Good. And we'll start tomorrow. Tomorrow? I'll have an article by then. It will be worth $10,000 to Aunt Kathy and me. So bring that much cash with you. But you will not be obligated to buy. Just be prepared to. And make it about one o'clock. I'll be there. You're sent for me, Mr. Craig? Yes, Island. You were kind of pessimistic yesterday, weren't you, about our chances of ever finding any of those stolen jewels? Well, yes. I've just had an interesting telephone call. You don't mean one of them has turned up already? One of the stolen jewels described on that list was a 20-carat emerald, wasn't it? Yes. An insurance company that we alerted yesterday just phoned to report that they'd been asked to insure a 20-carat emerald. What? It was brought to them by Mrs. V.A. Madison. Her husband is the head of the power and light company. I know, but you don't think that either he or his wife are buying a stolen emerald? No, they wouldn't have to know it had been stolen. He purchased the emerald yesterday. Where? Why don't you go ask him? I'm on my way now. Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Durham. What can I do for you? I have an appointment with your nephew. Oh, yes. He's back in the green hour. Shall I go get him? No, no, I'll find him. Sheridan? Sheridan! Don't shout, Mr. Durham. Sheridan, you said you'd have an article for me to look at. That's right. I did. Well? I also told you it would cost you $10,000 in cash. Provided I want to buy it. Are you prepared to? Certainly. I don't see anything green. It isn't a plant, old boy. All right, here's the money. Look at it. How much is there? $10,000. I can't afford to trust you anymore. It's much too expensive. Well, here. Count it yourself. I'd be delighted. All hundreds. Each of those packages contains $1,000. Fine. Then I'll take four of them. Huh? Here. You may have the rest back. What are you doing? Just evening the score. That's all. What? My dear fellow, you held out $4,000 on me yesterday, didn't you? Oh, I get it. This was all just a trick. A rather clever one, don't you think? Give me back that money. Not a chance, old ear. Now I must look after the petunia. Why, you... Please go away before I sick for sap dragons on you. Either you give me back that money this minute, Sheridan, or you'll do what? I'll tell the police that you commissioned me to sell a 20-carat emerald for you yesterday. Really? And after I had innocently incriminated myself, you confessed that it was stolen and offered me more stolen jewels to get rid of. That would be very unwise. Look, I want to get out of this business anyway. You keep the $4,000. I'm going to the police. Just a minute, Mr. Durham. What? You're not going to make trouble for us. Get out of my way. Sorry. Thank you, Aunt Cathy. You're so considerate. And now before the FBI file on flowers for the corpse resumes, as it will in just a moment, here's that important message for homeowners and home buyers. This week at the Equitable Life Assurance Society, I heard the inspiring story of a young hero who gave his life trying to save someone else's home. Trying to save people trapped in a burning building. 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To them, they're just another lot of criminals, just another patch of scum, fouling the waters of decent society, and just as vulnerable as any other kind of criminal. At about the time the jeweler Durham was making his fatal visit to the Sheridan Greenhouse, Special Agent Highland of the FBI as concluding his visit to VA Madison, purchaser of the stolen emerald. A little later, accompanied by agent and charge Craig, he visited Durham's office. I'm sorry, but Mr. Durham isn't in. Are you his secretary? Yes. Well then, perhaps you can help us. We're special agents of the FBI. The FBI? That's right. But what? It's about a stone which Mr. VA Madison purchased here a couple of days ago, a 20-carat emerald. What about it? Mr. Durham told Mr. Madison he had obtained the stone through the liquidation of an estate that same day. Yes, that's true. We've just checked and there is no record of any such estate liquidation. What? But the emerald exactly fits the description of one stolen in an eastern city recently. Good heavens. Well, there must be some mistake. I'm afraid the mistake is Mr. Durham's in knowingly receiving and disposing of stolen goods. Now, where did he really get the emerald? I don't know. Has he gotten other stones the same way? Well, yes. I mean, that is, I... You're convinced Mr. Durham is dealing with agents of a ring of jewel thieves, Miss? Well, if he is, I don't know it. They don't come here. Ray, yeah. I found this on Durham's desk. What? Flowers are my hobby, you know, and this is a Dutch variety of tulip bulb. No, what about it? Well, it's not only an odd place for a tulip bulb to be, but this is a very odd bulb. What do you mean? Take hold of the roots at the bottom and pull. That's it. Well, what? Well, the bottom comes out. Yeah, and the bulb is hollow inside. Oh, for the love of Pete. What do you know about this, Miss? I didn't know that about it. What do you mean? Well, I mean, Mr. Durham buys a lot of tulip bulbs. From whom? A greenhouse out in Millville. Yes? Every time they have some of a certain special variety, they let Mr. Durham know. I'll say it's a special variety. Sounds like the florist could be the fence. Sure, and hides the stuff and hollow tulip bulbs. What's the name of that greenhouse, Miss? It's Sheridan's. Highland, I'll stick here and wait for Durham. Right, and since you speak the flower language, I'll get out there and start speaking it right now. And Kathy? Yes? I think we should be getting out of here. Merle, running away is just the thing not to do. Darling, after all, you have committed a murder, and I believe there's a law against that sort of thing. But closing up the greenhouse and running away would immediately pin suspicion on us. Then what is your idea, my sweet? To dispose of Durham's body and his car. How, when, and where? We'll drive up to the cabin tonight, lock the body in the car and roll it into the lake. And Kathy, you're a genius. I would never have... Wait. Oh, what's the matter? Someone just drove up. What of it? Probably a customer. There's no regular customer. I've never seen him before. Well, we can't turn him down because of that. But suppose I have to take him back in the greenhouse? He won't know if there's a body hidden under the benches, unless you tell him. Oh. How do you do? Hello. What can we do for you? I'd like to get a few tulip bulbs, please. Some what? Tulip bulbs, Merle. Oh, oh, yes. Well, if you'll tell me what kind you want, I'll go back in the greenhouse. That's all right. I'll come with you, if I may. Well... Take the gentleman back, Merle. I'll watch the office. Come this way, please. Surely. After you. Thank you. Any particular variety you're interested in? Pride of Harlem is my favorite, Dutch bulb. Oh? Oh, yes. The reason I came here, a friend of mine who trades with you recommended your place to me. Who's that? Pardon? Your friend, I mean. The jeweler, J.P. Durham. Just a minute. Yes? Who are you and what do you want here? Well, I don't understand. You're lying to me. You're no friend of Durham's and you didn't come here to buy tulip bulbs. You're making my work awfully easy for me, Mr. Sheridan. What? So I may as well admit now that I'm not a friend of Durham's. I'm a special agent of the FBI. FBI? And I'm not concerned with the bulbs themselves, but the jewels that you conceal inside some of them. Look here. Furthermore, I'd like an explanation for what looks like blood on the floor over there. Also the car outside with a monogram J.P.D. on the door. You'd better put your hands up, Mr. FBI. Thanks again, Aunt Kathy. Merle, I think we'll have two passengers in that car up at the lake tonight. What time is it, Brian? Uh, 5.35, boy. Highland should have reported back here by now. Maybe he had trouble finding the place. Shouldn't have had too much trouble. He knew the name of the town and the name of the greenhouse owner. Well, maybe he wasn't in and Highland is waiting for him. Wouldn't be any sense in calling us unless he had some information. No, perhaps you're right. But... On what? I don't like the whole setup. What do you mean? Well, in addition to not hearing from Highland, we can't find Durham. I'm not exactly crazy about that part of it, myself. He's mixed up in this, and if he's running out, I don't want to give him too much of a lead. If he's running out, and the man who owns the greenhouse isn't in, maybe they're both taking the trip together. Well, one thing is sure. What's that? We're not doing anybody any good sitting around here. Let's get out to that greenhouse. Merle, did you get Durham's body in the car? Yes, I didn't realize my own strength. Is there anything else we have to do? Not that I can think of. Well, then I think we'd better be going. It's a long drive to the cabin, and the FBI is no one-man organization, you know. What do you mean? They'll be sending some other men along to look for this one when he doesn't show up. You're right. I'll be ready to go in a minute. What are you doing there, Mr. FBI? Uh, nothing. Just rearranging some of the flowers. What are you doing that for? Well, I'm rather fond of flowers myself, and the colors you had in this centerpiece bothered me. We're not interested in what bothers you. I always heard that they allowed the condemned man to do what he liked during the last hours. Stop fixing those flowers. Merle. What? Did you check the gas and oil in Durham's car? It won't be a very good idea to be stopping anywhere with our passengers. Everything is taken care of. Let's go. Hmm. Well, you sure seem deserted, Craig. Yeah. Got your flash? Right here. Let's see if we can get in the greenhouse and have a look around. Try this door here. It doesn't bother to lock up, anyway. No. Throw your light around. Come on. Let's take a walk down this aisle and see what we see. Craig. Yeah? Look. Yeah. Looks like blood. I hope it's not Hyland's blood. Wait a minute. Shine your light over there. What is it? Hyland's identification card. What? It was lying on the table with this bunch of flowers. Say, those flowers seem to be arranged in a special way. Yes, and I've got a hunch it's supposed to mean something. Do you think Hyland managed to leave us some kind of clue? Yes. He knew his flowers and flowers have special meanings. What kind of these? I think one of them's a verbena. Yeah. Yeah, my wife planted something to make a border. Let's get on a phone and call the Daily Journal's library and find out what a verbena means. Right. If that doesn't tell us enough, we'll find out what these others mean and get the whole story. This is getting to be a bore. Now, Merle, just relax. After all, we can't roll a car and two bodies into the lake as long as that moon-struck couple is parked down there. Well, you'd think they would have had enough smooching in two hours. Wait a minute, I believe that... Yes, they are. They're driving off now. Thank heavens. Well, Mr. FBI... I think I know what you mean. You will please walk out of the cabin to the car and get in beside the lake, Dr. Durham. Well, I guess the message I left for my associates to find has failed me. What do you mean? What message? The flowers you made me drop. My identification card, you didn't see me drop. What? Surely you know the language of flowers. The verbina meant pray for me. That was to let them know I was in your power. And the milk word means hermitage, which they could easily translate into this isolated cabin of yours. Very clever. But I'm afraid they wouldn't know where this cabin is. Your friends and neighbors do, and they'd gladly cooperate with the FBI. Then, Aunt Kathy, I'd say let's get this over with and move away from here. Yes. Get up from there and start for the door. Okay. Got that gun? Craig, am I glad to see you. We finally figured out your message, Highland, but we were afraid we'd be too late. It is too late for Durham. And it could have been for me, unless... Well, do you know what smooching is? Why? I'm very thankful for it. Tried on the more serious charge of murder, Merle Sheridan's aunt was convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her nephew received a long term in a federal penitentiary for receiving and disposing of stolen goods. And the arrest of these two led eventually to the apprehension of the gang of jewel thieves, all of whom are now serving prison terms. Yes, professional thievery is a business, operating sometimes on a nationwide scale. But likewise, the law operates on a nationwide scale. And no matter how cunning the methods of the one, they are no match for the unrelenting vigilance of the other. And it is inevitable always that sometime, at some point, the twain shall meet. Next week another thrilling case from the files of your FBI. 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