 The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer Mr. Marvin, who do you think will go to the Rose Bowl this year? Well, I don't know Ethel Brick. Do you think the weather will turn any colder Tony? I can't say Casey. Tony, you like skirts the way they are this year? Or do you think they should be shorter? Can't answer that one, Ed. Tony, haven't you anything to say this evening? Oh, definitely, Casey. Anchor Hawking is the most famous name in glass. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees, bring you another adventure of Casey crime photographer. Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight, the camera bug. Mid-afternoon, the photographic department of the Morning Express. Casey sits sprawled at his battered desk, wearing the scowl of a man who began his day with a dull razor and cold coffee. The door opens and a young man enters. Excuse me, Mr. Casey in? Yeah, that's me. My name's Forster, Mr. Casey. Alan Forster, I've heard a lot about you. Yeah, I know, I'm on all the sucker lists. What do you sell it? Oh, nothing. Well, that is... Well, you see, I'm a photographer. Huh? Who isn't? Sometimes I think every guy in the world is a camera bug. What's on your mind, looking for a job? Uh, yeah. See, the city editor's name's Burke, four floor above here. Well, I've already seen Mr. Burke, and he says there aren't any vacancies here. I've been to all the other papers, too. I thought you might advise me how to get a start. Uh, how old are you? 21. You got a job now? I work in a camera supply store. I know a lot about taking pictures, honest I do. And well, my wife and I decided that it's time for me to break into the line I've always wanted. And you've got a wife? You got a job with regular hours, and you want to break into my kind of racket? Yeah. Oh, boy. My advice is forget it. This is the lousiest game there is. You're out at all hours. People shove you around. You can risk your hide to get a good shot, and the city desk may stick it on page 10, if it's used at all. This is a dog's life, kid. Keep out of it. Yeah, but you get around, and you see things. Oh, you see things. I guess you believe all you hear on the radio, huh? Well, okay, camera bug. Here's the only way I know how to break in. You're put in about 12 hours a day on the streets with your eyes open and your camera ready. Occasionally, you'll get a news picture you can sell. If you're lucky, you may get a real hot shot that you can trade to the city editor for a steady job, but you've got to be lucky. That's all I can tell you. Thanks a million, Mr. Casey. I'll do exactly as you say. If you do, you're letting yourself in for a lot of grief. Excuse me, man. Hello. This is Anne Casey. You busy? Not very. Oh, I got an awful cold. How about going over to the blue note? I'll meet you there in five minutes. Okay. Gee, you've got to rush somewhere in five minutes. That means an important assignment, huh? Yeah, very important. Well, I won't keep you, but thanks again a lot. Good luck to you, kid. What's your name again? Forster. Alan Forster. So long, Alan. Drop in again sometime and remember I've warned you. Guys in this racket lead a dog's life. Another small beer, Ethelbert. How about you, Annie? Something's good for your cold. I feel fine now, Casey. We've been here half an hour. I better go back to the office. Annie sounds like a frog. Well, don't worry, Froggy. City desk knows where we are. Bercal phone, if anybody calls or anything comes up. Pretty soft for you two, I'd say. Wish I was in a business where I could take time off in the middle of an afternoon. Listen to this guy, Annie, will you? You should have the kind of job we have, Ethelbert. Sure, sure. I hear you're crabbing about it all the time. You should endure what us bartenders goes through. How'd you like to wash and wipe a million glasses every day? And flush out the beer pipes? And answer the... Yeah. Oh, excuse me, the telephone. Yeah. A blue note cafe, Ethelbert speaking. Hey, there, Mr. Burke, just a minute. Uh-oh. Your city desk, Casey. All right, give me... Casey speaking. Now, Burke, we're not always here. It just seems like always. Okay. Yeah, I got a 12th Street just south of Locust. Homicide Bureau's already on the job, huh? Well, you know, when you get a delayed report like this, we can't bring anything that everybody else hasn't already gotten ahead of us. Okay, we're on our way. Goodbye. What is it, Casey? Come on, Annie. We got to see what some shooting's about. Shooting? It's a light case of murder, Ethelbert. Goodbye, pal. So long. Say, Casey, you didn't pay... Oh, well, bartendons are dogs' life. They got the street rope dog. Yeah, we'll leave the car here, Annie. Come on. They're lifting a stretcher into the morgue. I'm not gonna get a shot of that. Okay. Well, that means the medical examiner's finished his job. Now, let's get inside this line. Will you let us through, please? Okay. Oh, there's Sergeant Flanagan. Hey, Flanagan! Oh, hey, Casey. Hello, Miss William. Hi. You two are getting here kind of late, aren't you? Now, don't rub it in. Hey, who did they just haul away in that meat wagon? Well, the not too much lamented murder victim was a gent unfavorably known as Max Blake. Max Blake? The lawyer? Oh, don't let decent lawyers hear you call him that, Miss Williams. Max Blake was a shyster. That rat wasn't even straight with his own clients. Well, the cops know who killed him. We not only know who killed him, but we've already got the mugs who did it. This case is all sewed up. Yes, Sergeant. Let's have the details so I can get into my paper. Okay. According to eyewitnesses, the late Max Blake, who just stepped out of the barbershop behind us here, suddenly flopped in the middle of sidewalk about where you're standing now. The same time a gunshot was heard, and a second later, a green sea dam which had been standing across the street started away in such a big hurry that it crashed into the back of a truck, only a few feet away from the traffic cop on the corner. Who do you think they were? Santa Claus and Easter Bunny. They were Butch, Silver and Tony Russo. They were a nice pair of hot shots. Two of the sweetest gorillas in town. And you've got them dead to right, Sergeant? I told you and Casey all I'm allowed to say now to the newspapers. You'll have to get anything else from Captain Logan. Yeah, where is Logan, by the way? In the back room of the barbershop. They're questioning witnesses. All right, come on, Annie. Let's go in. Wait a minute, Casey. Nobody goes in there. Oh, no planning. I got my orders, Casey. Look, you and I are pals. Sure. But you keep out of that barbershop pals. Is that nice? It's what goes. Now, where? Nice guy, Casey. And we'll try any tricks to get where you're not wanted, as you've done too many times before. I'll give Miss Williams a tip. A tip? Oh, it's not anything. I'm not allowed to tell you understand. It's just something I forgot to mention to the other newspaper boys and girls. All right, it's a deal. You'll find again no tricks. What's the tip? One of the witnesses, the shooting, is quite an important guy. Who? Richard M. Claygood. What, the contractor? The biggest in town. Hey, I interviewed Claygood at the city paving contract last year. His offices are somewhere around here. Right across the street? Yeah, of course. I recognize the funny old-fashioned building now. The only elevator it's got is hidden in back of the stairs. Of course, I couldn't find it. I had to walk up to Claygo's office on the third floor. So, planning it, did Claygood see those gorillas in the car, shoot Blake? Well, he says that... Oh, here he comes out of the barbershop. You can ask him yourself. Oh, Mr. Claygo, I'm Ann Williams of the Morning Express. We met last year. Oh, yes, yes. How do you do, Ms. Williams? Oh, hold it, will you? Huh? Thanks. I hope you don't mind my snappier picture of you, Mr. Claygood. Oh, no, no, not at all. Mr. Claygood, will you give us an eyewitness account of what happened? Well, as I just told Captain Logan in there, I happened to be at the window of my private office just across the street when the shot was fired. Oh, your private office is on the third floor, as I remember, right? That's right. I saw this man, Blake, fall. Then I saw a green sedan start up and crash into a truck. I hurried out to the elevator. The operator brought me downstairs. I saw the man and the sedan arrested and, uh, well, that's all. Well, did you see the shot fired from the sedan? No, I can't say that, Ms. Williams. But the sedan is obviously where the bullet came from. The medical examiner says it must have been fired from about five feet above the street level, which means the killer sat in an automobile or stood on the sidewalk or a street. Only one shot was fired. That's all. Mr. Casey's the name. Both gorillas in that sedan are dead shots, Casey. Sergeant, planning in committee here. Oh, yes, sir. Captain Logan wants me. I'll see you later. Yeah, tell Logan I want to see him, Sarge, will you? Oh, Mr. Casey. Mr. Casey. I'm Alan Forster. You remember we were talking? Sure, sure, kid. But what were you doing in that barber shop? I was a witness to the shooting. Wasn't I, Mr. Clego? Please question the spoke. That's right, young man. I did, as you told me, Mr. Casey. I was on the spot when things happened and I had a camera with me. And I got two shots of that Blake fella from almost where we're standing now. One almost as I heard the gun fired right after he hit the ground. You didn't tell the police about taking any pictures? Oh, no, Mr. Clego. I wanted Casey to have these shots. I've got hot stuff, haven't I, Casey? Exclusive news pictures. The kind that'll get me a job in the express. Now, let's get to my office. Develop your film and see just what you got. Oh, no, let me develop the film at home, Mr. Casey. I'd like to do a complete job on it. Well, all right, but blow them up to 8 by 10 and be sure to use a fine-grained developer. You'll see the kind of job I can do. I'll have the prints at your office inside of 45 minutes. Oh, which way is your home, young man? Out of on Nelson Street, Mr. Clego. Oh, good. I'm going in that direction. My car's around the corner. I'll drop you off. Oh, that'll be swell. Oh, Mr. Clego. Yes, Captain Logan? I want to ask you a few more questions. Will you come back into the barbershop, please? Well, I have important business to attend to, Captain. There's nothing so important as this murder right now. Come in, please. Well, I'll have to do as you say, of course. Now, when do Miss Williams and I get in there, Logan? Oh, so you two are here? We've been waiting for hours. I'll be there quick, Mr. Casey. See you at the express. I'll be with you in just a minute, Mr. Clego. And why have you and Casey been waiting, Miss Williams? Logan, when you start clowning right after a murder, it means you've got an airtight case. It isn't quite that yet, Casey. I've got some loose ends to tie up. Oh, what are they? Well, the medical examiner took a 38-caliber slug out of Blake's body. We found guns on both of the hoods that were in that sedan, but they were 45s. They must have thrown the murder gun away. Sure, they did. Somebody picked it up, of course, and hasn't turned it in. Oh, they tried a fast getaway. That ample indication of their guilt. How about motive? Oh, most anyone had a motive to kill Max Blake. He was an all-around louse. Yeah, it's going to take a lot more work than I first expected. Seems I never get an easy case. We can't lead an absolute dog's life, Casey. Story will continue in just a moment. You know, Alex, I really like good, wholesome beer and ale. So do I, Tony. Ah, but there's one thing that's always bothered me, and that's the way empty bottles color up the back porch and basement. And that's one of the big reasons for the new anchor glass one-way no deposit bottle. Oh, you're right, Alex. You never have to bother about returning empties to the store. When the bottle is empty, you get rid of it as you would any other food container. And you don't have to bother about deposits. No more fussing with extra pennies. And the new anchor glass one-way no deposit bottle is a glass bottle. And because it's a glass bottle, it brings you beer and ale that tastes as beer and ale should taste. Clean, clear, sparkling, unaffected by any foreign flavors. No cloudiness, no discoloration. 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Oh, I don't care about that. It's a job I want. Well, let's see your prints. Come on. Yeah, here. Mm-hmm. Nice work, fella. You can really see Blake starting his fall in this one. The body's sagging, growing limp. Yeah, he'd just hit the ground in this one. I shot it as quick as I could wind the film and focus. Hey, these are worth $200 and a steady job here besides. Come on, we're going upstairs to Burke and I'm going to tell him just that. Well, $100 for the two pictures is my limit, Casey. And we don't need any new staff photographers. Burke, no other paper in town will have these shots. There were every set of the 200 bucks the Globe has already offered and we can use this young fella. Are you telling me how to run this paper? Oh, it's okay, Mr. Casey. I'll take the 100. Now, you're crazy if you do, Alan. You seem to be acting as this young man's agent rather than as an employee of the Express, Casey. What's to be your rake off on this deal, huh? You don't mean that to you, Burke. Uh, no. But 100 is tops. Come on, kid, let's go. Okay. Casey, you know I did... Sure, sure, but someday you'll make one of your... Oh, nuts to you. Oh, gee, Mr. Casey, I'm terribly sorry. Never mind. It's all right. I told you this newspaper racket was a dog's life fellow. Now maybe you'll believe me. Take these pictures to the Globe and get your 200 bucks. Well, I hate to... Well, you'd be crazy to do anything else. Uh, did you, uh... make any extra prints of those shots? Yeah, two of each. Well, could I have the extras? I won't use them, of course. Just that they're nice, clean camera jobs. I'd like them to remember Bert by. Sure, here they are. Thanks. But take the others to your Globe guy right now. In this racket, a guy has to sell to the highest bidder. I tell you, it's a dog's life. Casey, you've been sitting at this bar for over two hours now. Ain't you ever going back to work? Mm-hmm. Well, I'm not sure I am at the birthday express. Oh, now stop being sword Bert. You know he's pretty decent sword underneath. Underneath. And I'm tired of digging underneath, Bert, to look for his good points. You know, for two cents, I'd go over to the Globe myself and strike Curtis for a job. Now, there's a city editor who knows values, and he's also an okay guy, too. Thank you very much, Casey. Wow. Mr. Curtis. Hello, Miss Williams. And when do you want to start to work on the Globe, Casey? Well, I... I haven't exactly made up my mind of making any change, Mr. Curtis. You're just crabbing about something, eh? You will never leave the express. The express? Well... Good paper, am I? Okay, okay. We sure let you pull one over us on us today, getting those exclusive murder pictures for only 200 bucks. What exclusive murder pictures? A Blake killing, of course. Give Mr. Curtis a drink on me, Ethelbert, will you? Sure. Oh, excuse me, there's the bar food. We didn't get any exclusive of the Blake killing. You bought the stuff that Forster Kid got. Forster Kid? Sure, Alan Forster, he's a young camera bug. I never heard of him. You'll have to speak louder, ma'am. So, wait a minute. Say, Curtis, didn't you send a guy from the Globe to buy those shots from For... You're having the vaguest idea of what you're talking about. They're calls for you, Casey. A Mrs. Forster on the wire. Mrs. Forster? Uh-huh, you want to talk to her? I'll say I do. Mr. Williams, would you be good enough if you can't please tell me something? Hey, hello, hello, Casey's speaking. They told me the express to call this number, Mr. Casey. I'm Alan Forster's wife. He's with you, isn't he? No. Oh, but you know where he is. No. Oh, but something's happened to him. What do you mean? Well, almost three hours ago, he was at the place where I work about the pictures he'd taken of that murder. Yeah? He said he was going to develop them, then meet you and phone me back. But he didn't phone, and somebody's been in our apartment. Somebody's been... Well, I found the lock in our door broken and the closet Alan uses for his dark room, the things that've been broken and knocked around. Was anything else in the apartment been disturbed? No, just the things in the dark room. Mr. Casey, what do you think's happened to him? I don't know. But I'll do my best to locate your husband. Do you think you can? Sorry. Goodbye for now. Come on. Excuse us, Mr. Curtis. Where are we going, Casey? My car across the street. The copies of those murder pictures are there in my equipment case. And I want to take a very careful look at them. If I'd only looked carefully at these prints before. What do you see, Casey? How Blake was murdered. How Blake? Yes, look. Look, when Forster took the pictures, his lens was stopped down to get a good depth of focus. He got not only Blake, but a sharp picture of the building across the street. Well, in the first picture, the bullet has just struck Blake. He's slumping. He's beginning to fall. And a ground floor window of that building is partially open. And he looked. Just a few inches. Yeah, but in the second picture, which shows Blake lying on the sidewalk, that window's closed. He was shot from behind that window and the killer closed it right after he fired. Right, that's it. Now, look at this third floor window in both pictures. It's the one that Richard M. Cleggel said he was standing behind when he heard the shot. Well, did you see anybody there? No, Casey. Hmm. Cleggel could have gone down to the first floor and waited for Blake to come out of the barbershop. Yeah, then after he shot him, Cleggel closed the window, did a quick dash up the stairs to the third floor and rang the elevator bell. Yeah. The operator picked him up there and Cleggel was supplied with a pretty good alibi, Annie, because the bullet entered Blake's body on a horizontal line. He couldn't have been shot from the third floor. But Cleggel's a reputable businessman, Casey. Why did he kill Blake? Well, never mind. That doesn't matter now. Point is, he must have killed him. And Cleggel is the only person beside you, Forster, Burke, and me, who knew about those pictures. He was with us when the kid told about taking him, remember? Oh, yeah. And he often took the kid home right afterwards. And if Captain Logan hadn't detected... Yeah, he'd have gotten the films then, sure. He sent somebody to wait outside the express building to buy those pictures. But Forster wouldn't sell until after he'd seen me. And then I played into his hands by telling the kid not to accept Burke's chiseling offer. The phony Globe reporter got him into a car after he left you and kidnapped him. Because the kid only had prints of the pictures, hadn't he? Cleggel had to have the negatives, too. So he or the guy working with him broke into Forster's apartment and got him. Evidently, Forster didn't let on that he'd given me a set of prints or I'd have received a call from him, too. Well, maybe they've killed him by now. Well, Annie, if they've killed that kid, I'm partly responsible. Oh, that's crazy. I gotta find Logan right away. We're gonna start for headquarters as soon as I can unlock this ignition. Don't make a move. Cleggel. There's a gun in this pocket, Casey. You remember that too, Miss Williams, and that a man in danger of the electric chair will stop at nothing to protect himself. I'm, uh, getting into the back seat. Start your motor, Casey, and drive as I direct. Okay. Guess you heard what we were talking about. And not by accident. Young Forster did say you had prints of those pictures. I waited a long time for you. Now start driving straight ahead for the time being. That God makes you the boss. Mind giving us a hint of where we're going? We're joining Young Forster. He hasn't been home yet. Drive right up to that big door, Casey. Okay. What is this place? A little waterfront storage house I own, Miss Williams. Stop here, Casey. All right, now what? Get out of the car. I notice you've placed the pictures I wanted in your equipment case. Bring the case with you. All right. And be very careful. Bob, open up. Got the guy you went after plus a dame. Yeah, Bob, just as you got Forster. Now step inside, you people. Casey. Hello, Alan. They've got you nicely tied up. Now that guy Bob brought me here. He's a fellow said he was on the globe. I told him about the prints you had before I knew he was a phony. It's okay, pal. Now you can hand over those prints, Casey. I guess I'll have to, Claygill. What are your plans for the three of us? Can't you guess? A one-way ride, a boat ride, late tonight, on one of my cement barges. Casey. I hate to do this, Miss Williams, but you people are very dangerous to me. More dangerous than Max Blake was. Why did you kill Blake? Never mind that. Give me the pictures in your plate case. Okay. Don't let him think he's missing that case, boss. There may be a gut in there. There's nothing in this case but films and flash bulbs in your picture. Maybe not, but take your hands out of there. All right. Do the doctor. Get him yourself, then. He's got something in his hands, boss. Don't you see they're only flash bulbs? I'll come out so you can get out the prints. Unstrap the case from his shoulder, Bob. I've got it. Take out the pictures. I want to be sure. You've got a flash bulb between the eyes, Claygill. Shoot him up. My eyes are cut. That's right. I can't see. I'm blind. He's got my gun, Claygill. You shouldn't try to handle a gun in a film case at the same time. You've got him, Casey. And here's one for you, Claygill. Penny. Yeah? I've got a camera from the car while I watch these mugs. I'm going to use some flash bulbs now to get a few front-page pictures. And if Burke doesn't put them on the front page, I will take a job on the globe. Now, when did I hear that one before? Join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. 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Why did Cleggle kill that guy, Max Blyke Casey? Well, Ethelbert, shyster criminal lawyers like Blyke are sometimes blackmailers. Well, Blyke was. Cleggle was paying him and finally got tired of it. Cleggle knew that Blyke patronized the barber shop across from his office building and invariably went there on Saturday afternoon. All he had to do was to watch and to wait for him. He figured out a pretty good alibi from the elevator operator. He made it look better by bringing those two gunman Silver and Russo, the neighborhood, with a phony telephone message. You see, they thought they were to meet somebody there. Cleggle had framed them as a pair of natural suspects. They knew that with their record it wasn't healthy to be caught at the scene of a killing, so when they heard the shot, they tried to beat it, which made them really look guilty. I see. After what the Forster kid went through, I guess he'll be glad to go on working in a store. Oh, no, no, no, he's got the stuff it takes, the kid. Casey's brow-beaten Burke into putting Alan Forster on the regular staff, Ethel Burke. Yeah? Well, he's taken the job on his own responsibility, though. Yes, sir. I've warned a kid. And now he's seen for himself that press photographers... Lead a dog's life. Yeah, that's right. We certainly do. Casey, as my sister Edna says, quote, Demis complains about leading a dog's life. Sell them on a trade places with any other breeder animal. You're on quote. Give Casey another Fido biscuit, Ethel Burke. A poured in his usual glass. First, starring Stott's Cotsworth as Casey is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation. Makers of Fire King Oven Glass. Anchor Glass Containers. Anchor Caps and Closures. All products of Anchor Hawking. The most famous name in glass. No music is by Archie Blyer, and the program features Miss Jan Minor as Anne and John Gibson as Ethel Burke. Herman Chittison is the Blue Note pianist. 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