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They're bringing him downtown now. They got him? Did they? They're going to put him in jail? Well, it depends, ma'am. It's going to take a little more investigating first. I don't see what else you need. He threatened us with a gun. Me and Doris asked me if that isn't a crime. I don't know what is. A few more questions we'd like to ask you, ma'am. If you don't mind. A couple of things we'd like to clear up. I told you just how it happened, Doris. I'll tell you the same things. It's a crazy old man. If you ask me, I'll be put away. Do you ever have any trouble with Mr. Daniels before this afternoon, Ms. Cameron? Excuse me, the baby. Yes, ma'am. What is it now, honey? Can't you sleep? You try. Now, won't your daddy be home pretty soon? That's a good boy. You try and sleep now. Ms. Cameron? Yes. Oh, you be quiet now. I don't want any trouble from you. You heard me. Be quiet now. You got your hands full, ma'am. Don't I know, a canary, a four-month-old baby, trying to keep house in an auto court? I knew it was going to be like this. I never would have left Paso Robles. You've only been in town a week or so, is that right? It's closer to two weeks. Seems more like two months trying to get along in a place like this, a room in the back, no place to cook, rinse out diapers. It's terrible. I told my husband he should come down here alone, find us a place to live first. Then we could move. No, he had to have it his way. Mm-hmm. You say your husband made the first contact with Daniels. He gave him a deposit on this apartment, is that right? That's right. The same day he started work at the aircraft, planting the valley. We've been living in Paso Robles since we got married. Month ago, Pete, that's my husband, he got a lead on this aircraft job down here. Him and Ralph came down and signed up for it. Ralph, who's that, ma'am? Ralph Ashby. He's Doris's husband, Doris Ashby. She's my best girlfriend. We were neighbors up in Paso Robles. Oh, I see. We're not doing much better than we are right now. They're staying in another court up the street. Same thing, room in the bath. Doris is expecting to a poor kid. Did you hear me? You'll be quiet now. You want to wake up the baby? About the arrangements your husband made with Daniels to lease this apartment, Miss Cameron. When was all this? A week ago, Monday, the day after I moved down here. My husband and Ralph Ashby saw the rental ad in the paper and they went over and talked to Daniels. He said, all right. He had an apartment for the Ashby's and one for us. Nice places, too. I see. Ralph and my husband signed the leases, gave him the first and last months rent in advance. It was all decided. Well, how is it? You couldn't move in right away, Miss Cameron. He said he was having the apartment house redecorated. Daniels did, I mean. He told Ralph and my husband the apartments would probably be ready for us on the 8th. That was yesterday. He said the 9th, for sure, and that's today. And you tried to move in this afternoon and Daniels refused to let you in. Is that it? I had the movers get all our things out of storage and move them out to the apartment. So did my girlfriend, Doris. The movers were just starting to get our furniture out of the van and moving into the apartment when Mr. Daniels showed up. He acted like a crazy man. Won't you give me any reasons why you couldn't move in? He tried to give us a lot of reasons. None of them made any sense. You can ask Doris. She'll tell you. She was there with me. Well, what did Daniels say, not just for instance? He said a lot of things. First, he told us there was no water in the apartments. Hadn't been turned on yet. He said the gas wasn't turned on either. Well, I knew that was a lie. I was in the apartment late in the morning. Everything was fine. The gas was working, so was the water. I see. When I caught him in that lie, he got madder than ever. He made some more excuses. Then he started yelling and swearing at me right there on the sidewalk. Said the apartment just wasn't ready yet. I told him to go climb a tree. We signed the lease. We paid the rent. We were moving in anyway. Told the movers to go ahead, take in the furniture. What Daniels say then? Nothing. He just got real purple in the face and he put his hand in his coat pocket and he took out a gun, pointed it at me and Doris. And I had the baby in my arms. Imagine that. He actually told you he'd shoot you if you tried to move in the apartment there, right? So many words. Yes, he did. He threatened the moving men too. They tried to talk to him. He wouldn't listen. We all tried to talk to him. We didn't make any sense at all. I wasn't going to take any chances with the baby in my arms. Doris and I got in the car and drove away. So the movers, they left with us. Can't say or blame them either. Yes, ma'am. That Daniels must be out of his mind. It's the only thing I can figure, real nut. Well, did either you or your husband have any arguments with him at all before this afternoon? No. Everything was fine. This afternoon was the second time I spoke to the man. He had no objections to your having children or pets in the apartment? None at all. That's one of the first things my husband told Daniels when he went to look at the apartment. We had a baby in a canary. Daniels said it was all right with him. He didn't object at all. I understand there's six apartments in the building, Miss Cameron. That right? Yes, that's right. They're all vacant as far as I know. Daniels just bought the building a month ago. That's what he told my husband anyway. He had the place redecorated and the work was all done. The apartments are just sitting there. That's why I can't understand it. Why won't he let us move in? Yes, ma'am. We paid our money, signed the lease. If he gave us any kind of a good reason why we shouldn't move in, I could understand it. But to keep us out for no reason at all, to stand out there in the sidewalk and threaten to shoot us if we move in, me with a baby in my arms. I don't know. He must be crazy. You say you were in the apartment this morning, Miss Cameron. Did you notice anything unusual about the place, anything out of the ordinary? No, nothing. You say Daniels couldn't give any reason at all while you shouldn't move in. Just one. It convinced me. Yeah. That gun. Before we left, Mrs. Cameron, we took her crime report and had her sign it. And then we drove back downtown to the squad room where Gene Bechtel and Lloyd Barn were waiting with the suspect, Edward Daniels. They'd already checked him through R&I. He had no previous criminal record. They gave us a .22 caliber H&R revolver along with six shells, which had been found on the suspect at the time of his arrest. The gun had been loaded. Pawn shop records showed that the weapon had been purchased by the suspect and had been registered in his name. We had stenographer Eleanor Eastlack type up the crime report and Ed and I took Daniels down the hall to the interrogation room. He was a small, thin man. Blue eyes, gray hair. Don't know what all the fuss is about. I own the building. I can keep people out if I want to. We saw the leashes signed with the Camerons. The other couple, too, they paid their rent while they suddenly changed their heart. I don't think that's any of your business, matter between me and the tenant. It's our business when you threaten them with a gun, Daniels. Assault with a deadly weapon. That's a felony. Didn't hurt the woman. Just wanted to scare that's all. Just a couple of farmers anyway. Never should have given them the lease in the first place. Was he kid with him and that bird chirping all the time? How'd you happen to have that gun with you this afternoon? Didn't happen to have it. Carried it all the time. It's my business, isn't it? Registered down here. Meaning you got a permit to carry this gun? Don't need a permit. It's registered, isn't it? Who gave you the idea because the gun's registered? You can carry it around your pocket. Friend of mine? Nothing wrong with it, is there? Having a gun registered is nothing more than keeping a permanent record of it. You can keep the gun in your home or in your office, but it doesn't give you the right to carry it around with you. Oh, why didn't they tell me that when I had it registered? You were told, Mr. Daniels, you know that. Well, I don't remember. Doesn't make much difference if you remember or not. Nobody has a permit to threaten people with a gun. Told you it wasn't gonna hurt her. She just kept arguing with me. I'm a sick man, you know. Thought she was gonna hit me. You mean while she was holding that baby in her arms? Now come off it, Daniels. What's this thing all about? Told you before, I think that's my business. You signed a year's lease with the cameras. You accepted the first and last month's rent. You took their money. You advised them they could move in this afternoon. When they try to move in, you meet them at the front door and threaten them with a gun. Now, what's it all about? None of this makes any sense. Change my mind. I'm not ready to rent them out yet. Well, then why'd you sign that lease with the cameras? How about it, Mr. Daniels? If there's something in that building you're trying to cover up, you might as well tell us. A couple of men out there now are checking it. Well, you can go ahead and check. I don't care. They won't find anything. Got nothing to hide. How long have you lived here, Daniels? 18, 20 years. Why? Where'd you live before you came here? Ohio, Cleveland, Ohio. You ever been arrested? Yeah, a couple of traffic tickets. Cops said I went through a stop signal. I wasn't guilty, though. What's the point, anyway? What are you trying to get at? Trying to force me to let those people in that apartment? I'm not trying to force you into anything, Daniels. Business about the lease is a civil matter. That's between you and the cameras. And what are you holding me here for? We told you. You threatened that woman with a gun. She signed an ADW report. What do you mean ADW? Assault with a deadly weapon. That's a pretty serious charge, Daniels. Didn't hurt the woman. Didn't even touch her. Pointed the gun at her, didn't you? Yeah. Gun was loaded, wasn't it? Yeah. It was capable of being fired. Yeah, but I wasn't going to shoot her, I told you. Just wanted to scare her off, get her out of there. No, no, no. It's the truth. I wasn't going to shoot her. What do I have to do to convince you? You don't have to convince us. What do you mean? Who do I have to convince? You got your choice. A judge or a jury. Ed and I took the suspect, Edward Daniels, down to the main jail where we booked him in on suspicion of 467 PC ADW. Before he was locked up, Daniels asked us if we would take the keys to his car and the keys to his apartment house to an Oliver Randall, an employee of his who acted as a janitor and general handyman at two other apartment houses Daniels owned. We told him we would. After we left the main jail, we checked with the office and then we drove out to the location of the apartment house to interview the neighbors and deliver the keys to Daniels handyman, Oliver Randall. Other than telling us that they considered Mr. Daniels a little eccentric, the neighbors were unable to give us any additional information that might help us in the prosecution. After we finished talking to the neighbors, we went across the street to the apartment house. There were lights burning in the upper rear apartment. We tried to bell, but there was no answer. From the set of keys Daniels had given us, we found the one that fit the door and let ourselves in. We heard somebody moving around on the floor above us. We went up and found a man there who identified himself as Oliver Randall. He appeared nervous and upset. There were papers and rags scattered over the floor of the room. Oh yeah, I was just cleaning up here. Mr. Daniels told me to be sure and clean these up the papers and gems. I see. Well, here's some keys for you, Randall. Daniels asked us to get them to you. Oh yeah, a pipeline house keys. Mr. Daniels was supposed to meet me here. He said eight o'clock. I think that's what he said. I wonder where he is. You know where he is? Yeah, he's in jail. Oh, what's he doing in jail? Did he do something wrong? He's had a complaint filed against him assault with a deadly weapon. What happened? He got mad at somebody? Mr. Daniels got an awful bad temper when he gets mad at somebody. He doesn't forget it. And I know I work for him. How long have you worked for him, Randall? I don't know. A long time, maybe five years. I forget. You say Daniels is a bad temper. Have you ever known him to be violent, Randall? How's that? Well, have you ever known him to be violent? I mean, have you ever known him to hurt anyone? Well, I don't know. I don't remember. A lot of times he says he's going to do things. I work for him, you know. A lot of times he gets mad at me. He says I don't work fast enough, or I don't do the right things. He always carries his gun, you know. Once he said he was going to shoot me, I was pretty scared. You live with Mr. Daniels, do you? No, I have a room downstairs in another apartment house. He owns a place over on South Hoover. It's a nice room. It's got a window in it. You're on a regular salary. Is that the way you work? Yeah, $15 a week. I get the room free, too. It's not bad. You ever been arrested, Randall? Me? No, I've never been arrested. You ever been in the state hospital in the kind of an institution? No, I was up at Camarillo for a couple of years. I didn't like it too much. I came down here to live with my sister. She's dead now. She died about four years ago. She's the one that got me this job, you know. That's all? Oh, yeah. This isn't a bad job at all. Jobs are pretty hard to get now. That's what Mr. Daniels says. It's real tough to get a good job now. That's why I do what I'm told. I better get on fixing up this place. How'd all these rags and papers get here, Randall? The painter's leaving behind? No, I guess so. I guess somebody left them here. We understood the apartments were already cleaned up. They were ready to move into. What's that? I say we understood the apartments were all fixed up, but they were ready for the tenants to move right into. Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't know about that. Mr. Daniels takes care of renting the places. I just help him. I do what he tells me. Joe? Yeah? You notice that smell? Seems to be stronger out in the hall. Yeah, I think I do. How long's it been since the painters were working here, Randall? Do you know that? Painters? I don't know. A couple of days, I guess. What's the matter? That's a pretty strong smell. It might be paint there or something like that. Don't you notice it? Oh, yeah. I've been wondering about that. I noticed that when I came in, it might be from upstairs. The attic painters were working up there, too, I think. I don't think you ought to check it. See what it is? Mr. Daniels didn't tell me, too. I guess the better, though. Smells pretty strong. I guess the better. See what it is. Well, how do you get to the attic from here? Down the end of the hall, there's a stairway there. It goes right up in the attic. I'll show you. All right, fine. Yeah. Smells like gasoline or something. Only apartments are vacant, that, right? No one living in the building at all? Yeah, that's right. Let me go up the stairs here. Mr. Daniels had the whole place worked over. Nobody here at all right now. I guess they'll be moving in pretty soon. There'll be a lot of work. Got the other two apartment houses to take care of. And there's going to be this place. There's going to be a lot of work. Daniels, had anyone else besides yourself to help out with the work, I mean? No, I don't think so. Just me. I keep pretty busy. Here's the attic. This must be where it's coming from. Yeah, it's strong enough to knock you over in it. Light switches over here in some way. Sure mess. Papers, boxes, probable rack. That five-gallon can there on the floor. Carousena. Yeah, it's just about empty too. So I'll spill it all over the floor. Mr. Daniels ain't going to like that. He's going to get mad. You usually keep this stuff up here, do you, Randall? No, I guess it was with a painter's stuff. Those cans and things on the table there, I guess it got knocked off and spilled. Spilled all over the place, didn't it? Well, how come a painting crew didn't take their stuff with them when they left? All this equipment here. They're all finished with the job, aren't they? I guess so. You'd have to ask Mr. Daniels about that. They're all finished on the inside. I know that. They have the outside to do, though. Maybe that's why they left their stuff. Oh, it's not a very safe way to leave it. Rags, papers, look here. A kerosene spilled all over. You better get this place cleaned up first, don't you think, Randall? I don't know. I sure wish Mr. Daniels was here. You won't let him know, will you? What do you mean, let him know what? Don't tell him I let you see the attic, huh? 9.35 PM, Ed and I left the handyman. Oliver Randall at his apartment house went outside and got in the car. Neither one of us could find any explanation for it, but we both had a hunch there was something wrong with the setup. We drove to a neighborhood service station, called the office and told them that we were going to stake the apartment house. We drove back and found a place to park where we could keep the building under surveillance without being seen. We waited 10 PM, 10 30, 11 o'clock. At a few minutes past 11, we saw Randall come out of the front door of the apartment, get in a blue sedan and drive off. We followed him to an apartment building on West Pico and saw him enter a rear door. We waited. At 12.15 AM, Ed got to a phone called Captain Bernard at the business office and notified him of our location. At 12.45 AM, two men arrived to relieve us and we briefed him on the facts. We drove back to the office, made out of 15.7 to Captain Lorman and signed out. At four o'clock the next afternoon, we reported back in for work. We checked the book and found a message that the suspect, Edward Daniels, had been released from jail that morning on a writ bailed $2,500. 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Thursday, May 10th, 4.30 p.m., we contacted the Fire Department's Arson Squad to find out if the fire at Daniel's apartment house on South Union Avenue two months before was under investigation. After checking back, they told us investigators from the Arson Squad had found a large amount of kerosene to be present and some of the burned timbers found in the debris after the fire was put out. They said that Mr. Daniels had admitted after the fire that the apartment building had been recently redecorated and that kerosene paint and other inflammables had been stored in the attic of the building. Ed and I contacted the insurance adjuster handling the case, a Snyder Peoples, and he told us there wasn't any doubt in his mind that the fire at Daniel's apartment house two months before was of incendiary origin. But he said so far the investigators weren't able to prove it. The one thing that seemed to puzzle him was if Daniels planned on burning down the building, why did he go to the trouble and expense of redecorating first? Well, as soon as it was dark, Ed and I drove out and relieved the men on stake out at the apartment house on West Pico where the handyman Oliver Randall had his room. They reported no unusual activity during the day. 7.32 p.m., Randall came out of the apartment house, got in a car and drove off. We followed him. If we got this Randall made right, it shouldn't be too long before we find out. Daniels is using him to work something out. Pretty sure we can count on that. Yeah, maybe. I'll watch it, Ed. He's turning down Union. Yeah. He's pulling up ahead. Don't crowd him in. That's a good spot here. Shouldn't be able to see it. All right, pull up in here. All right. That's fine. He's getting out of the car. He's going over to the house. Down the driveway. Going around back. He's out of sight now. All right, let's go. There's still no lights in the place. Oh, yeah, there they go in the basement. All right, easy. Let's take it easy. All right. Yeah, I think I can see the back door from here. All right, come on, easy now. What is it? All right, easy with this door, Ed. Don't let it bang. Where now? Sounds like somebody upstairs, doesn't it? Mm-hmm. All right, come on, watch your step. All right. Come on, mix floor up. Yeah. Yeah, it's up in the attic. Come on. Mm-hmm. Uh-huh. Through this door. All right. Back in the corner, Ed. Nice, Ed. All right, hold it, you. Boy, it's somatic. There's a fire, Ed. Over in the corner, I'll get it. Hold on to him. All right. Well, don't put it out. You need any help, Joe? You getting all right? Oh, I'm getting all right. Just a minute. There, I got it. Okay. You want to get the lights? I got them. All right, Randall, what's the story? He told me to do it. He told me to come back tonight and burn the whole place down. Who told you? He said, Olla, you go back to the place, to the attic. Light a match. That's all, and get out, Mr. Daniels. That's just what he said. Daniels told you to do this? He told me just light a fire, and nobody'd know. He said there wasn't going to be any trouble. No trouble at all. Well, it gives you the edge, doesn't it? No trouble, he said. Yeah, well, next time you see him, you can call him a liar. 8.50 p.m. After making sure that the place was secure and that there was no danger of fire from the recent arson attempt, Ed and I took the suspect, Oliver Randall, outside, and put him in the car where we questioned him. He made no attempt to disguise the fact that he had been directed by his regular employer, Edward Daniels, to commit arson by setting fire to the attic of the apartment house. In addition, he told us that Daniels had threatened him with bodily harm if he refused to obey the order and set fire to the building. He had this gun, you know, Mr. Daniels did. He always had it with him. I was scared of it, I don't mind telling you. He threatened to kill you if you didn't do what he wanted, did he? Yeah, I guess so. He used to get mad a lot of the time, and he had this gun. He always had the gun. He'd get mad at me and tell me he was going to shoot me. I'm afraid of guns. How about the fire at the other apartment house, Ollie? The one over on South Union Avenue? Yeah, that was a big fire. Did you start that one? Daniels told me there was nobody living there. He said nobody'd get hurt. Nobody did get hurt today. Do you start the fire? Yeah, I guess so. I guess I did. Mr. Daniels told you to do it? He said it was his building. He owned it. He could do anything with it he wanted to. I didn't want to do it. He told me I'd have to. He said he'd hurt me with that gun. And he said he'd fire me too. I didn't want to lose my job. You knew you were doing wrong, didn't you, Ollie? Well, I guess I did, yeah. What could I do, though? I didn't want to lose my job. Good jobs aren't too easy to get nowadays. You know that. Where's Mr. Daniels now, do you know? You're not going to tell him what I told you, are you? He said not to say anything about it. He said nobody'd believe me anyway. Nobody? He said he'd tell everybody I was a liar. He said they'd believe him before they'd believe me. But where's Daniels now? If I tell you, you won't let him hurt me, will you? No, we won't let him hurt you. You're going to have to help us out, though. What do you want me to do? I'd like to find out where Daniels is first. He's in a movie over on Pico by his house. He's waiting for me. You mean he's waiting for you in the show? See, in the center section, 10 rows from the back. He's waiting for me now. How's it you're supposed to meet him there? I don't know. He said if anybody wanted to know where we were tonight, this would prove we didn't start the fire. We were at the show. I was supposed to start the fire and then go to the show and meet him. 10 rows from the back, the center section. You want to show us where this movie is, Ollie? Yeah, OK. Mr. Daniels won't tell you anything. No, he's going to be mad. He won't tell you anything. Well, that's where we need your help, Ollie. What do you mean? We'll let him tell you. 9.44 p.m. Ed and I, along with a suspect, Oliver Rand, will drove to the movie house on West Pico. On the way, we explained to Randall what he was supposed to do. 9.55 p.m. We parked our car half a block from the movie house, bought three tickets, and went inside. The feature picture was still on. There wasn't much of a crowd. We sent Randall down the aisle ahead of us and watched him move into the 10th row and sit down next to somebody. Ed and I followed him down and found seats in the row directly behind him. We recognized the man sitting next to Randall as Edward Daniels. Hello, Mr. Daniels. I did it just the way you told me. Up in the attic, it was OK. Nobody saw you. You didn't have any trouble at all? No, it was OK. I don't feel so good about it, though. What do you mean? What are you talking about? I don't know. Maybe somebody might find out. Don't you think we'd get in trouble if they found out? We'd just keep him out. Shout out a ten to that. Nobody's going to find out. All right, Daniels. You mind coming outside? We'd like to talk to you. What? What are you doing here? Come on. We'll talk outside. What's this all about? We'll let you tell us. All right. What do you want? You arresting me? That's right, Mr. Why? What's it supposed to be this time? You caught Randall here. You caught him right in the act. He told us the whole story. What? Holly? What story? What is this? I told you I didn't want to do it, Mr. Daniels. I told you we'd get in trouble. Fool. Stupid fool. Should have known better. Yeah, you should have. Just two questions for you, Daniels. Why'd you burn down your own property? Why'd you redecorate the buildings first? I never forgot it. Told him when it happened. I wouldn't forget it as long as I lived. What do you mean? Forget what? 24 years ago. I was just starting out. Small store back in Ohio. Burn down. Real fire. Lousy insurance company that wouldn't believe me. Had to sue. Lost the whole thing. Had to start all over again. Told him I'd never forget it. Told him I'd make him pay. You've been nursing this grudge for 24 years? Why not? Why shouldn't I? I lost everything. Everything I had. Why'd you redecorate the apartment houses if you plan to burn them down? Simple. Gave me good excuse. Could have all those things stored in the buildings. Paint, kerosene. Besides, you'd think I'd burn down the building right after I got done redecorating. Not a bad idea. Worked pretty good, didn't it? Yeah, you're going to jail. You figure it. The story you have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. 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Edward John Daniels was tried and convicted of two counts of conspiracy and one count of arson and received the sentence as prescribed by law. Conspiracy is punishable by imprisonment in the state penitentiary for not more than two years. Arson is punishable by a prison term of not less than one nor more than five years. Daniels' accomplice Oliver Randall was examined by three psychiatrist appointed by the court and was found to be mentally incompetent. He was placed in a state hospital for the mentally deficient. The charge of assault with a deadly weapon against Edward Daniels was dismissed. You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Technical Advisors Captain Jack Donahoe, Sergeant Marty Wynn, Sergeant Vance Brasher. Heard tonight were Barney Phillips and Vic Perron. Script by Jim Moser. Music by Walter Schumann. Hal Gibney speaking. 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