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Listen carefully in about 14 minutes and you'll learn all about this famous chart created for you by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Tonight's FBI file, The Voyage of Terrorism. The overwhelming majority of those of you who listen to these histories from the vials of your FBI do so because you feel that this afford you a half hour of escape. To most of you, the world of crime is a never-never land. The fact that the past year saw the commission of a million and a half major crimes is of only passing interest because in your own mind, crimes are something which happen to other people and which therefore really don't affect you. If that is an accurate reflection of your feelings, then your FBI would like to warn you before it is too late that you are laboring under a delusion. Crime is like hunger. If there is a widespread starvation anywhere in the world, it must ultimately affect you for it will continue to spread until something is done to stop it. In similar fashion, the crime wave will continue to grow in direct proportion to the public affidavits. Indeed, it has grown until now. There is no sanctuary from crime. Wherever you may be, in whatever remote corner of the country this broadcast finds you, it is perfectly possible. In fact, it is almost probable that crime is just around the corner. File opens aboard the El Dorado, a small boat used by Dr. Henry Wilton and his wife in their search for rare specimens of sea life. It is late afternoon, at the far place of the Pacific of the Southern California coast. Dr. Wilton is at the wheel as his wife approaches. Can you see anything? No, not very much. But according to the last reading I searched for, I hid it straight into the harbor. Quickly. How are things below? Fine. I think they'll be quite pleased to be here when we can see what's being brought back. I know. I think I see something off the port side. I don't make anything out of it. Are we sure? Wait, I just caught... I see something now myself. It's like a small boat. That's what it is. All right. Marjorie, get the boat hook. Now call me to... Handline on the deck. Take the hook. Hold it back. I'm going to jump over. All right. Marjorie. He's bleeding, but he's still alive. Special Agent Jim Taylor approaches the desk of Agent Murray Bruchton. Oh, Murray. Hi, Jim. I was just going to leave a note on your desk. Why? I called a couple of minutes ago. There was no answer on your extension. Oh, well, I just got back from the rain. Huh? What are you doing over there? Oh, the members of the local boys' club wanted somebody from the office to give them a lecture on firearms. I just finished the Gleason case this morning, so the SAC sent me over, huh? You doing firing? Yes. Yes, pistol. How'd you do? Well, 299. Out of 300? Yes. Well, you're slipping. Why were you looking for me, Jim? The SAC just assigned us to work on a case together. What kind? Armed robbery and murder. Wow. A savings bank insured by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation was held up. The manager was killed. Any leads? Yes. We know who did it. There's a petty larceny hoodlum named George Morgan. Morgan held up the Oak City State Bank in Oak City about a quarter of five, is that correct? I see. The Oak City police captured Morgan almost immediately after the robbery, but the escape was going to be booked. Oh, fire headed toward the ocean front. One of the police fired a couple of shots at him. Morgan was hit, but he wasn't hurt badly. How do we know that? Well, he left a trail of blood behind him. He still had enough strength when he got to the shore to assault a man named Carlisle and steal his boat. I see. It's a small craft, and since Morgan's record shows that he received a dishonorable discharge from the Navy, he can probably handle the boat alone. Jim, what's in Morgan's record? Well, he committed his first crime when he was 11. He was allowed to go free because of his humor. He was discharged from the Navy for being a pathologian liar. After his last arrest, three years ago, John's robbery, he was convicted, given a 10-year sentence. Well, he's out on parole now. Oh, on parole? That's right. Morgan happened to hit one of those parole boards that seemed to delight in pardoning dangerous criminals. I'll never be able to understand that. Ain't nobody going to buy it. Jim, what was the name of the boat that Morgan stole from Mr. Carlisle? Neptune's Pal. Or he's going to have to abandon it pretty soon. Why? Mr. Carlisle told the police he didn't have very much gasoline in the tank. Oh, I see. Oh, Morgan, look, it's only about 15 miles of York City. Why don't you run up there and see if you can find out anything, huh? All right, Jim. I'll go over to the coast guard and see if they can give us any help. Yeah, you'll be all right. Thank you. Is your name Carlisle? Oh, yes. How'd you know? Before you came, too, I looked at the registration papers. You can't. Oh, that must have been after quite a while. The last thing I remember was that it was still late. That's quite a nasty wound you have. Yeah. How'd it happen? I, uh, I was fishing with a hard pull. That was about to throw it. It slipped and hit my head. You're lucky that my wife won't have the nursing experience. You were bleeding quite badly. Oh, thank you very much, ma'am. Thanks, all right. How do you feel now? It's okay. Thank you. We've tried to start your motor before, but there doesn't seem to be any gas in the tank. I'd suggest you let us throw you in. Then, if I were you, I'd go to a hospital and get a tetanus shot. We've got a phone in our boat. We've been called the Coast Guard now, and we'd like to know your date. Well, I, uh, I'd rather you didn't. But they might be searching for you. Well, look, if you called, it would cost me a lot of money. How? Well, my, uh, my dad's president of a steel company. He sent me here to California on a very important business mission. He told me it was my last chance. If I didn't accomplish it, he'd not only refuse to give me another job, but he put the company out of his will. So, if you called the Coast Guard, there'd be a lot of publicity in the papers about me, and dad will surely see it. We won't call. Oh, thank you very much. Say, how about my going back and board our boat and preparing some food? I need your help, Henry. All right. Keep the lines between our boats, Mr. Carlisle. You can eat with us when the food's ready. All right. Here, Marjorie. Let me give you a hand. There you are. Careful, dear. The deck's a little slippery. I'll watch it. You go below, dear. I want to check the line. Then I'll be right down to help you. Henry. Yes? I want you to call the Coast Guard. But, Mr. Carlisle... I'm fairly certain he's not Mr. Carlisle. Why? When I was putting the dressing on his hand, I noticed he has the emission of E.M. And he lied to us about his wounds. How do you know? I worked in a hospital long enough to recognize a bullet wound when I see one. Oh. Please call the Coast Guard right now. I met Ocean tonight. I've never seen the fog this thick. It's really rough. How did you make out with the Coast Guard? I just left them. Oh? Have they located the missing boat? It was accidentally located for them. What do you mean? The Metropolitan Museum owns a yacht named the Eldorado. A man aboard a named Dr. Wilson called the Coast Guard a little while ago. The fog was too heavy for him to give his exact position, but he said that he and his wife had picked up a boat named Neptune's Pound with an injured man aboard it. That must be Morgan. Did the Coast Guard tell us Dr. Wilson about Morgan? No, they wanted to check with us first to find out whether or not to let him know. They thought he might be fighting with a knowledge. I think he ought to know, Jim. I just talked with the SAC. He agrees with you. Who did you talk to at the Coast Guard? Lieutenant Gilbert. He said he asked the doctor to call him back a little while. He ought to call the doctor. They might have some difficulty in contacting him, Murray. Oh, I thought you said they had a telephone on the boat. Well, the thing about those small, short, short telephones is unless you have the phone on and hear your call it, there's no way of knowing that someone is trying to get through you. Oh, I see. But he should be trying. Murray, I think we ought to go down to the Coast Guard headquarters and the Harbor and work right along with Lieutenant Gilbert. Margaret? Yes? I called the Coast Guard. Good. I spoke to a Lieutenant Gilbert. He asked me to call him back in a little while. He said he might have some message for me. Henry, dear, I think it might be better if you called him now instead of waiting. What's wrong with him? I just don't like having that man as close to us. Now, Margaret. Henry, I'm not the fluttery type that a Batman is a criminal. He might have a gun. He has no gun? I'd have felt it when I lifted him up off a tent. Nevertheless, I still think it would be wiser to call the Coast Guard now. All right. I wish we'd never seen his boat. Darling, everything will work out. Oh, no. This is the El Dorado. W-A-2-7-5-8. Over. The Neptune's towel in with us. I don't like to interfere. Darling, there's no danger as long as he doesn't realize that we know who he is. What do you do now? What? Stomach is Wilson. Look, you can't. Henry, he's got your gun. That's right. I'm sorry to disappoint your friend but I've got other plans. Now are any three of us staying together? We will return in just a moment to tonight's exciting case from the files of your FBI. Now, listen. Before that clock has ticked away many more seconds, you may find yourself making an important decision. And that decision will be to get the equitable society's famous fact-finding charts for fathers and mothers. Well, I'm a father, Mr. Keating. What will that chart do for me? 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Phone your equitable society representative and ask him to bring you a fact-finding chart for fathers and mothers. Or send a postcard, care of this ABC station, to the Equitable Life Assurance Society. Your request will be forwarded to the nearest equitable representative. The more you love your family, the more gratified you will be that you listen carefully during the seconds that have just passed and that you decided to get the fact-finding chart for fathers and mothers prepared for you by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. And now back to the FBI file, The Voyage of Terror. Who sincerely has the interest of society at heart could possibly advocate the abolition of the parole system. And even if they did, the Federal Bureau of Investigation would take a stand wholeheartedly against any such proposal. However, the administration of the parole system in some of these 48 states is truly shocking. Of the 13,000 people 13,000 most desperate, vicious criminals listed in the advocation files of your FBI, more than one quarter have been either paroled or pardoned. Among them in the past have been many who later graduated to the position of Public Enemy Number One. Criminals like Babyface Nelson, Pretty Boy Floyd, Alvin Crawford and John Dillinger. Your FBI appeals to you as representative citizens to look into the parole situation if handled correctly. The parole system can help to regenerate many a person who has been convicted because of extenuating circumstances. But when that system is abused, as it is currently being abused in some places, it can negate the best work of any law enforcement agency and put back on the streets a criminal who has only recently been convicted of any crime in the book, up to and including murder. Life file continues as a coast guard cutter makes its way through the heavy fog. On deck are special agents Jim Taylor and Murray Proxton. According to the chart, Murray, we're just about where the El Dorado was when Dr Wilson called in this afternoon. Yes, I know, Jim. Between this cutter and the one that's searching the water's solid here, I thought we would have found them by now. Well, they could be 50 feet from us, Jim, and we wouldn't know they were there. The first time you could remember when fog lights didn't help at all. You know, I... I don't like not being able to get in touch with the El Dorado. I'm afraid they run into trouble. They only mean one thing. Morgan must have somehow gotten in control. Oh, yes, Mr. Taylor. The radio room just got a message from the other cutter. They found the El Dorado. They found both the El Dorado and the Neptune's cab. I'm afraid it's not so good so far as you men are concerned. Two boats were drifting free. There wasn't a person aboard either one of them. Watch me. I'm right here. How do you feel? Don't wonder. You hit your head on the deck when you painted. We're in an apartment about a block from the ocean. Yeah. Morgan's apartment? No. No, it belongs to a friend of yours. The two of them are in the next room now. Why are they holding us here? Well, I have an idea. He may try to use us as some sort of a shield. He can... Well, I'm glad to see that you're feeling better, Mrs. Wilson. When are you letting us out of here? A real soon. A friend of mine is lending me his boat. We're all going to Mexico together. Mexico? No. I promise on my solemn word of honor that if you release us, we won't go to the police. I'm sorry. I don't trust you. You'll never get out of the harbor in this fog. Mrs. Wilson, I won the Navy Cross during the war for my navigation. With one of the Marines we're in trouble, a Guadalcanal convoy loaded with fresh troops coming from the states got lost in the fog. I will not let them... Look, we don't want to hear any more of your lies. Well, you don't make it easy, Doctor. I don't... I don't... I don't like that people call me a liar. Marguerite. Sir, hear me good, both of you. I gave my friend a list of provisions for the boat. He'll probably take him a little time to get on the board. We'll have to meet him in an hour. We'll leave by that window and back. We'll go down the fire escape to the alley. At the end of the alley is a pier and a flight of steps leading down to a float that runs underneath the pier. Well, wait on that float until my friend comes to the boat. And remember one thing, I've still got your gun. Special Agent Brockton speaking. Hello, Murray. This is Jim. I'm down Pacific City. What are you doing there? After you went back to the office, Lieutenant Gilbert... The hotels are there in Pacific City, Jim. Who saw them? A male man. There's no traffic on the road this time of night, Jim. It shouldn't take me more than about 20 minutes. Charles Dixon. How does he fit in? I checked through his arrest record to see if he'd ever been arrested with any of the tenants. Good hunch, Jim. We were lucky. Dixon was arrested with Morgan at one time. How long had he been here? Only a couple of minutes. It took me about 10 minutes to wake up the superintendent so that I could get a key. Found anything yet? There is that those of the two people the male man saw in the lobby with Morgan were Dr. and Mrs. Wilson. How do you know that? I found Mrs. Wilson's handbag in the next room. I see. Well, they've been here and moved on already. Now the question is, where did they go? Hey, Murray. Take a look at this. What is it, Jim? A writing tablet. Come on, I think I know where Morgan's headed. Yeah, well, it's keeping my friend. Said for sure he'd made it here under the pier. Well, I'm all right, dear. And I won't say it again. Hold it. The man at the end of the pier will search for him. Maybe he'll see us. You've got enough of his second words. Don't make a sound. Here you go. No way down the shore. It's coming this way. Come and see my friend. How long do you intend to keep us in Mexico? Depends on how you behave. That goat just pulled into another pier. I saw that. Maybe your friend took that money you gave him for provision and ran away? I used to be here. Oh, man! Special Agent, the FBI. Dr. Wilson? Yeah. Good. Agent Brockton will see to it that you and Mrs. Wilson are taken back up to where the El Dorado is anchored. All right, Morgan. Come on, we're going to headquarters. George Morgan was tried in a federal court, convicted and given the death penalty. Charles Dixon, who harbored and hated him, was sentenced to a term in a federal penitentiary. In searching the apartment of Charles Dixon for a clue as to where George Morgan had fled, Special Agent Taylor found a cheap writing tablet. Because of his training, he was able to read the indentations on the top sheet of paper. He recognized the various items as a list of provisions. And when he saw the item fresh water, he realized that Morgan intended to make another trip by boat. An immediate check at the only provision store open all night. Brought about the arrest of Charles Dixon on a charge of harboring a fugitive. When confronted with the fact that Morgan might kill Dr. and Mrs. Wilson and that that would make him a full accessory to their murder, Dixon revealed his rendezvous point with Morgan to the two Special Agents. They, thereupon, used his boat so that Morgan would not be suspicious at the approach of a strange craft with the results that you've already witnessed. And thus, your FBI not only ended the career of this vicious killer, but it also very probably saved the lives of two innocent people. By so doing, the two Special Agents lived up to their oaths as protectors of the lives and property of you, the American people. In just a moment, we will tell you about next week's case from the files of your FBI. But now, listen. 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