 The National Broadcasting Company presents Joel McCrae in Tales of the Texas Rangers from Hollywood, another authentic re-enactment of a case transcribed from the files of the Texas Rangers. Tales of the Texas Rangers starring Joel McCrae as Ranger Jase Pearson, Texas more than 260,000 square miles, and 50 men who make up the most famous and oldest law enforcement body in North America. Pictures come these stories based on facts. Only names, dates, and places are fictitious for obvious reasons. Case for tonight, dead giveaway. It's 1.30 a.m. December 4th, 1945. A single light glows in the living room of a farmhouse four miles in the town of Ashton in West Texas. Inside the house a frantic young woman tries to place a telephone call. Operator? Operator? Operator? Hi Kevin. Operator? Get me the sheriff quickly. Is that you, Mrs. Denine? Yes, yes, hi. Oh, this is Mary Lou, Mrs. Denine. I'm working nights now. Mary, you stop talking and get me the sheriff. Oh, all right. This is Mrs. Denine. You've got to come out to my house right away. Right away. Take it easy, Mrs. Denine. What seems to be wrong? Somebody's prowling around outside trying to get into the house. He went to Adeline on business. Something woke me up and I thought at first it was a baby, and then I heard a noise outside. Cross less than 15 minutes to get to the Denine farm. But Mrs. Denine and a four-month-old baby were dead when he arrived. The sheriff called for the assistance of the Texas Rangers. Ranger Jase Pearson was assigned. You got here right quick. Yeah, I was over the next county when your call came through. Well, I hope you got a little sleep because you won't get much now. Better come in out of this cold. How long ago did it happen? About half hour ago, 1.30. Mrs. Denine called me, woke me up at home, said somebody was trying to bust in. Right in here, Jase. Shot right through the chest, huh? Yeah. She leave the phone hanging off the hook like that? Reckon so. Whoever broke in, they broke in just before I hung up. Nothing's been touched, Jase. I know. I had a time getting past your deputies down the main road. The phone operator's been buzzing everybody. We don't want half the county barge in here messing things up, so I blocked them all. Good. Where's the baby? In there, the front bedroom. You can look if you want it, Jase. It's a little more than I can take twice. How old? Only four months, Jase. A little girl. Where'd he break in? Side door, I'll show you. Where's the husband? Abilene, on business. I call the chief of police there. He's going to check the hotel as a notifier. Here's the door. It was wide open. That's how I got in to open the front door. The lock doesn't seem to be broken. Must have been picked. Denines keep much money around the house? As little or as much as most folks, I guess. I don't think Andy's missing. There's Mr. Denine's purse on the kitchen table. Killer couldn't have missed that. You check it? Yeah, about $40. It hasn't been touched. Well, it wasn't robbery then, Sheriff. No. There's no sign of any other motive. But there's got to be one, Jase. Yeah. The toughest motive of all, because it's the easiest hidden. Hate. The kind of hate that devil wouldn't hold. We went through the rest of the house, but we didn't find anything that would help us until we got outside. It's cold tonight, Jase. Ground's frozen hard. Yeah, we find a trace. It won't be much. Keep your flash close to the ground. All right. Why are you working back at the house here, away from the driveway? Because I think the killer came in from this direction. Probably on foot. Why? Why, you said Mrs. DeNene told you she woke up when she heard somebody prowling around outside, yeah? A horse or a car coming up the gravel road around front would have made even more noise. Woke her up sooner. Say, that's right. I heard your car coming from quite a ways off. That's why I was standing out in front to meet you when you drove up. Yeah, wait a minute. What is it, Jase? A piece of bailing wire. Vint in the shape of a key. Well, that must about be what he used to get in. Maybe. Or maybe that's what somebody wants us to think. Let's take another look at that door. Yeah. What makes you think the wire was planted there, Jase? I'll tell you better when we try it in the lock. Beats me why a killer leaves something deliberately. That's what makes me think something's wrong. This wouldn't have been dropped so close to the house. And grab the door and hold it up high. I don't want to mess up any prints around the lock. You got it. Now, let's see how this wire fits. It goes in perfect, Jase. Yeah. Watch when I turn it. Hey, wire's just twisting. It'll keep on twisting. This wire isn't strong enough to turn the tumbler in the lock. Then how did the killer get in, Jase? If you ask me, Sheriff, I think he had a regular key. I put in a call for a fingerprint proof and the Sheriff called to have the bodies picked up for autopsy. Then we went outside and started trailing again. We found a few directional traces, but they heated out in the darkness. Can't see anything at night on this ground, Jase. Try cutting back and forth a little further. Yeah, all right. The man we're following was weaving trying to throw us off. It just makes it tougher to track. He's got to be headed for some place, some definite direction. He might as well establish which direction. Yeah. I guess there's nothing much we can do except this until we have some daylight. Save us an hour in the morning. Then we can track on horses without wasting time finding out which way to go. By sunup, we knew the killer's general direction had been west. Sheriff got his horse from town. I unloaded charcoal from the trailer and we rode. He kept heading west, all right. But there's nothing out this way for miles once he got into those hills up ahead. Any kind of a road between here and the hills? Yeah. A whole wagon road just beyond the scrub on the rise we're coming to. Does it connect with a state road? It does, but nobody uses it. Maybe somebody dead is in good enough condition for a car to run through? I reckon it is. You figure you had a car waiting for him? I'd have to have a car or a horse staked out some place. Come on. Let's make right for the road. Yeah. Well, yeah. Would it lead to any other farm in the area? It used to lead to the old mullen place, but that's burned out. Nobody living there anymore, huh? No. An old folks dead. Young Ted mullen moved away a couple of years ago. Oh, here's the road. Oh! Oh! Oh, charcoal. As we saw, must have reached the road right near here. Yeah, we'll find some mark if he crossed it and kept going. Oh, he didn't keep going. Look. Oh. Fire track. Had a car staked out all right. Turned the car around here to head back for the highway. Could have been somebody else waiting in the car for him. Maybe, but I don't think so. Look at the heel marks. Walked around to the driver's side. Yeah. There's something else here, too. Dropped this cigarette butt and stepped on it. Yeah. Sure didn't smoke much of it. Didn't even burn down to the brand mark. At least we know what brand he smokes. About all we do know, Jase. Won't be anything to follow with the main road. He sure won't leave a trail there. No. Mount up. Let's get back to the house. We rode back to Danine's. As we came to the farm, we saw a couple of cars. That hadn't been there when we left. Looks like company, Chef. The car next to mine belongs to our lab. The others must be the corners. Oh, a corner ought to have been and gone by now. Nope. No, that isn't the corners, car, Jase. Blue sit down. That belongs to Walter Danine. The husband? Yeah, must have got back from Abilene. Yes, Danine, all right. There he is, sitting on the side porch. Walter Danine sat with his face buried in his hands until we dismounted and walked up to him. A lab crew was in the house looking for latent prints. Howdy, Walter. Walter, I can't tell you how... Don't say anything, please. Ask me anything you like, but I don't want anybody else telling me how sorry they are. Better let me talk to them, Sheriff. Sure, Jase. Mr. Danine, it'd help us a lot to know one thing. You or your family have any enemies? Enemies? Could it be an enemy as bad as they are? We know the house wasn't robbed. Have you ever had any trouble with anybody? No matter how small it seemed, now is the time to remember it. If there was anybody, I wouldn't tell you. I'd take care of it myself. That's no way to be, Walter. Don't go telling me how to act, Sheriff. You didn't come home to your house ten minutes ago. You didn't find your wife and kid... the way I found mine. Mr. Danine, why don't you try to get a little rest? We'll talk to you later. Yeah, okay. Anything I can do, Walter, just holler. Yeah. You've been able to think of anybody who might have had it in for him? Not a soul, Jase, unless it was Ted Mullin. The one you told me about, family that was burned out? Yeah. But, Jase, that was five years ago. Sometimes hate doesn't die with age. What happened? Well, old folks just got to broodin' and died off after their house burned. Young, Ted-blamed Walter. Why? Windmill at the Mullin Place was busted. They tried to borrow from Walter to get it fixed, but he turned them down. Ted said if the mill had been working, it would have pumped enough water for him to put the fire on. Young Mullin the kind to hold a grudge? Well, after five years, Jase. And he moved out a long time ago. Where? Who knows. Come on. I'll call my headquarters by radio. Maybe they can get a line on Mullin. All right. They find out where he is and won't do any harm to check on where he was last night. All right. You won't hurt any? Well, I can't believe that a man after he'd hold it, sir. Well, that's only Walter's car, Jase. What are you lookin' at? The design of the tire tread. Look at him. Well, that may be. That's the same design we saw in the dirt road where the killer picked up a car to make his getaway. But, Jase, that was hard ground. You could barely see the tread. Tires like that are standard on lots of cars. Yeah, I know. Just the same. I want to look this car over. Left his ignition keys in. You gonna start it? No. Just want to take a look at the dash. He said he got back from Abilene ten minutes ago, didn't he? That's what he said. Take a look at that temperature gauge. Oh, let's see. Regist is cold. Yeah. Only it should be pretty warm if he finished to drive a couple of hundred miles just ten minutes ago. Could've dropped back, Jase. Not in ten minutes, Sheriff. It's a cold morning, but not that cold. Well, I want to talk to Denine again. Do you see something else? I sure do. Look at this on the frame of the door. Service station lubrication sticker. Yeah. They did December 2nd, the day before yesterday. 18,412 miles. The mileage on the dash shows he's driven less than 200 miles since then. He couldn't have been in Abilene. Well, wait a minute, Jase. I admit that looks funny, but the man we were chasing, he ground out a cigarette, remember? Well, what about it? I've known Walter since he was a boy, Jase. He don't smoke. Sheriff! Sheriff! Oh, Mary Lou Simmons' phone operator. Who let you in, Mary Lou? I told the deputy I put Mrs. Denine's call through to you last night. He thought you might want to talk to me. Ain't it just awful? You talk to her. I was still on the line after you hung up, Sheriff. I heard it all, the shots and everything. You hear any voice beside Mrs. Denine? No. No, I just heard her say, Who are you? What do you want? And then the shots. That was all. You sure she said, Who are you? Oh, cross my heart, I heard it is plain. I guess you don't want to talk to Walter now. Do you, Jase? No. I guess not. In just a moment, we will continue with tales of the Texas Rangers, starring Joel McCrae as Ranger Jase Pearson. Today, the NBC radio network, now entering its second quarter century as the leader in radio entertainment, salutes five new NBC stations. A hearty welcome to these stations and their managers. WNHC, New Haven, Connecticut, James Milne, WFMJ, Youngstown, Ohio, William F. Mag, Jr., WIRA, Fort Pierce, Florida, Douglas Silver, WJBS, Dilan, Florida, Clarence Almenzer, and station KCIL, Huma, Louisiana, Frank Cornwell. We continue now with tales of the Texas Rangers, and tonight's case, Dead Giveaway, an authentic story from the files of the Texas Rangers. I didn't want to question Walter DeNeen until I had the chance to check on his movements. The sheriff and I drove into town and called the Abilene police. The answer didn't fit. Don't think there's any doubt about who he was, Ranger. Okay, thanks. Thanks very much. Well, I guess that does it, Sheriff. DeNeen was an Abilene, huh? Uh-huh. Checked into the Harris Hotel yesterday about noon. Checked out again at 2.10 this morning, right after the police notified him of the murder. Police could have spoken to anybody on the phone. They didn't tell him by phone. Police sergeant went up and told him direct. Description of Walter Talley's, too. But there's something that doesn't tell me, though. A mileage on that car. Could be something wrong with his pedometer cable. Happened on my car a few weeks back. Maybe. And I'll be back sometime tomorrow. Where you going, Jace? Abilene. As soon as I hit the highway, I put in a short wave called a headquarters, station KTXA. Unit 10 to KTXA. KTXA, go ahead, unit 10. This unit en route to Abilene, request Abilene police secure names of all contacts made by subject Walter DeNeen, registered Harris Hotel there yesterday. We'll do the unit 10. Unit 10 sent a piece of wire back to LAV for examination. Any report yet? Not yet. Wire and fingerprints both under study. We'll keep you informed. 10-4, unit 10, clear. KTXA, Austin. When I reached Abilene, I got a complete rundown on Walter DeNeen's activities. It was too complete. Like he was making sure his time in the city would be accounted for. The people who'd seen him was his attorney. Well, yes. Yes, Ranger. Mr. DeNeen spent several hours with me yesterday afternoon. We had dinner together last night. Went to the theater. What'd he come to see you about? Well, some investments. He's been doing a little speculating cotton. Good or bad? Well, it's client business, and I don't think I have the right to discuss it. I can find out by checking with the exchange. I'm just asking you to save time. All right. His losses have been rather heavy. More than he could afford? Much more. He carry much insurance on his wife and child? No, more than that. Nothing large. All right, thanks. One more thing. Are you sure DeNeen doesn't benefit financially by his wife's death? Well, Ranger, he couldn't have gotten back to ask him about 1.30 last night after we'd been out. That isn't what I asked. Well, Mrs. DeNeen had a good bit of money in her own right. In case of her death, though, she had to tie it up in trust with a child. But the child is dead, too. What happens now? Well, in that case, the entire state will probably go to Mr. DeNeen. I made one more stop before I headed back to Ashton. I paid a visit to the garage, the hotel house. I keep the location of all guest cars on this index rack, so we'll know which stores they're in when they want them. Was Walter DeNeen's car in here yesterday? DeNeen, that's, um, D-I-N, isn't it? Uh-huh. No, there's no record of it. Was he a guest at the hotel? Yes. Is there any parking lot around here he might have used? Not convenient to the hotel, and parking is free here for guests, so I don't think he'd use a lot. Neither do I. Thanks. Before I left Abilene, I called my headquarters. They had a report. No strange prints had been found in DeNeen's house. The wire key looked like a plant. I hung up and made another call to Sheriff Ross. I'm beginning to wonder about Walter myself, Jess. Why? He's been kind of curious about where you are. I told him you went to Abilene just to see if he could draw him out. Good. How'd he react? Kind of nervous. Then he said something about flying up to Abilene and back. Of course, he never did say he drove it. No, but he gave the impression that he drove. Well, even so, he was there when the killer took place. Yeah, but the killer had the use of DeNeen's car. Can you get your hands on the car? Well, it's over and back in the funeral parlor right now. That's where DeNeen said he was going just a few minutes ago when he stopped by to ask about you. Well, grab that car and check it for fingerprints. I'll be there as fast as I can roll. Worked over, Chef? Yeah, thought I had reports on the prints soon. Send them to Austin. Find any strangers? Quite a few of one set that weren't DeNeen's. If they belong to a professional killer, there's a good chance he'll have a record. Where's DeNeen? My deputies are out looking for him. Why? I thought he was at the funeral parlor. So did I, until I went in to look for him after we finished on the car. Undertaker said he'd left more than an hour ago by the front door. That's the spot that you were working over the car. Come on, let's find him. Yeah. Look, the house, not any place in town. Where could he be if he hasn't run out? Trying to cover up for a couple of mistakes? He won't run, not yet. Why? Because his alibi is airtight. We can shake it. But unless we find the killer he hired, we can't shake it enough. He took a big gamble, and he's got too much at stake to run off. His wife's money? How'd you know about that? Just thinking back, a little late. Folks knew Mrs. DeNeen's family left her well off. Walter married her not long after they passed on. A lot of people thought the money had something to do with it. I wish you'd remember that sooner. Well, Jase, they seemed close. And then there's the baby. The baby was just something extra that got into DeNeen's way. Never gotten any of the money. KTXA, unit 10. Maybe report on the Prince. Unit 10, go ahead, KTXA. I've report on Prince lifted from a car in Ashton, Texas. One set identified as belonging to Joe Crofton. Joe Crofton? Any line on his whereabouts? Finish serving parole four months ago. Last address known to parole office was Shack located western slope of Casket Mountain. 10-4, unit 10, clear. KTXA, Austin. Crofton must be the killer, then, Jase? I'll bet on it. How far to Casket Mountain? About 20 miles and turns south, another five. After that, well, we'll need horses if he's far up. You should have brought your horse along the trailer with charcoal. I can borrow one. Crofton's gonna be tough to take. You sound like you know him. I wrote the ticket for his last trip to Huntsville six years ago. That was murder, too, but he copped out with a manslaughter, please. Better not take any chances, Jase. He starts shooting. We'll have to toss it back, dead center. No. We gotta take him alive. He'll talk to keep from burning once we get him. Yeah. Yeah, I see. If Walter Venine paid him to do the job, he's the only one who can break Venine's alibi. That's right. So no matter what happens, we gotta take him alive. Crofton's cabin was up all right. Way up. Sheriff borrowed a horse from the man who directed us. Quite a climb, Jase. Well, not so bad to follow in this wash, though. I suppose he isn't there. I got a hunch he will be. I don't think Denine had enough money to pay for this killing. He was almost broke. You mean he planned to pay off out of his wife's money when he got it? Yeah. I wonder how Walter arranged for him to get the car that night. Not much to arrange. Left it near the airport with the keys in it. Crofton brought it back and left it in the same spot. Probably left the house key for him, too. Glove compartment, maybe. With the airport 40 miles from Ashton, nobody recognized the car or a strange driver. Come in at night, use an abandoned road. Another horse left tracks in here, too. Yeah. A horse. No. Walter was taken the rough way. Just cut in the wash here to find a better trail. Crofton lives up here. He'd know the best trail. The wills would be coming up here. Denine, to shut him up. Come on. Here, give on. Not too fast, Jason. We'll spill. You gotta risk it. Too slow, we'll be too late. We reached the shack and crept up on it. There was no horse around and no sign of life. Tried to draw fire by showing ourselves, but none came. We had to go in. Hold your gun ready, Sheriff. And don't come in till I call you. Right, Jason. Is that Crofton? Yeah, that's him. And Denine got here first. Jason, this fellow looks like he shot himself. Guns in his own hand. What's his paper beside it? Let's see. Jason, he did kill himself. This note says so. Confesses the murders, too. Sure it does. But Walter Denine wrote that. And that note's gonna hang him. How do you know? Ever seen Denine's writing? No. But I've seen Crofton's before. He signed his name with an X. Prison record shows he's illiterate. He could read or write. Come on, Sheriff. Gonna put out a pickup for Denine. We'll pick him up ourselves. He can't be far off. But if he'd headed back down the wars, we'd have passed him on our way up. He must be going across the top of the mountain to go down the other side. Come on. As fast as they could move, we spotted a rider ahead of us as he topped the slope. He hurt us because he looked back. And then whipped his mountain disappeared. He knows we're on him. Got about 300 yards. We'll get him. He's piling leather. Coming to the top now. Keep blowing the saddle. Watch out for an M. Perfect cover. Not too perfect. Bullard's a ricochet back from that ledge behind him. See that dent in the ledge? Yeah. Draw your gun and we'll empty it on him. Hit right below the dent. All right. All right. Let's hope for a billiard shot. Start firing. Let's take him. Sorry for you all up until a few hours ago. You gotta get me to a doctor. You're not hurt badly. We'll get you to a doctor. All I want to know is how you met Crofton. Come on, Walter. Talk up. I saw his picture in the paper when he got out of jail. I made a deal with him a couple of months ago. Yeah. A deal to wipe out your own wife and kid. Must be great to be as brave as you are. Get up, Denin. You've got a long way to go. Walter Denin confessed and made a plea for clemency. It was not granted. And on the 11th day of October, 1947, he died in the electric chair at Huntsville. Next week, Joel McCray and another authentic re-enactment of a case from the files of the Texas Rangers. 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