 Stand by for Nick Carter, master detective. The mutual broadcasting system presents Nick Carter in another of his famous and exciting adventures, starring Lauren Clark, the case of the perfect alibi. Patsy, what's the idea of forming me here? What's up? Well, Nick, you've got to come to the hotel right away, room 411, and bring that box with you. Oh, why, Patsy? What's the matter? I can't tell you, but don't say anything to Chief Brody. If you do, they'll, I mean. Patsy, something's wrong. What is it? No, nothing's wrong. Don't come, Nick. Don't come, Nick. They're going to. Patsy. Patsy. Carter, master detective, and the case of the perfect alibi. It is midnight in the little upstate resort town of Lake Hillman. Chief Brody of the local police stands beside a flashy, expensive sedan. Behind the wheel is a dark, heavy-set man, wearing a huge diamond on his left hand. His face, disfigured by a jacket scar. So I run through a red light. So what? Get a ticket, mister. I'll see your driver's license and the car registration. Sure. Your fellows think you can come up here from the city and do just about anything you want. I aim to show you a difference. Yeah. Huh? Oh, the license. Give me it. Robert, Jake. Hey, you ain't one of the Crane Brothers. It's mixed up in all them rackets down the city, are you? Am I? Sure you are. Remember last year when that brother of yours got sent to the electric chair for killing an officer? From what I hear, this fellow Winston's going to get you and the other one before long, too. Yeah. Yes. And good riddance, I say. You take my advice, mister, you'll get out of this town fast. As soon as you've paid, you're fine. We don't want your kind around here. Nice and cozy, ain't it, Mr. Winston? Just you and me alone here in your apartment where we can talk without nobody to bother us, huh? I'm not afraid of that gun crane. And I'm not afraid of you. Say what you came to say and get out. Sure, sure, but not for a while yet. This ain't much of a dump for a big shot like you to live in. The DA's office don't pay the special prosecutor so good, huh? I'm satisfied. You like working for glory, huh? I'm working for the satisfaction of wiping out such scum as you, Crane. Murderers and racketeers. Yeah, yeah, and making a big name for yourself, too. You and your big campaign to clean up the town. Crane, if you weren't scared, you wouldn't have come here tonight. But it won't do you any good. I'll get you and the rest of your mob just as I got that gun-crazy kid brother of yours. That's what I come to talk about, Mr. Winston, my brother Johnny. He was a killer and he got what he deserved, the chair. Yeah, you sent Johnny to the chair just one year ago tonight, just at midnight. Now, do you know why I'm here? No. Why? It's one minute to midnight now, Mr. Winston. And when that clock starts to strike, I'm gonna send you the same place you sent my kid brother. You can't bluff me. Why, every cop in town... Cops! You know what I think of cops? I'll show you. Pick up that phone if you wanna. Go on, call the cops. See if they can help you. What is this, a trick? Go on, call them. All right, I will. Operator, give me the police. Quick. It's midnight, Mr. Winston. Hello, this is Special Prosecutor Winston. Send... Rocky... Hi, Mr. Winston. Say hello to Johnny for me. Hello, this is Sergeant Matheson, homicide. Send out a call for Rocky Crane, suspicion of murder. Send a couple of boys to every one of those gambling houses he owns. And send a couple to his apartment. Notify the radio cars to watch out for a 1949 Cadillac sedan. Light gray and loaded down with chromium. Oh, yeah, Dolan. He... He's spending the weekend. Where? Lake Hillman, huh? Okay, I'll get in touch with the Lake Hillman police and have him bring him in. Sides, what's the idea dragging me back to town in the middle of the night? Take a look out the window, Rocky. It's morning now. The sun's coming up. So what? What's the beef, Sides? You were picked up just as you got out of your car in front of the Lake Hillman Hotel at exactly 13 minutes to two. That's right. Where had you been? Just out for a little ride. Why? I'll say you've been out for a ride. You rode back here to the city. Bumped off one at Winston from the DA's office. You mean somebody knocked off Mr. Winston? Well, now ain't that too bad? It's too bad for you, smart guy. You hated Winston because he sent your brother to the chair. You swore you're getting for it. Did I, sir? Yes, you did. Well, you know how it is. And Winston was making things hot for you now, too. Another month he had to close up every one of those gambling houses of yours and run you out of town. He couldn't have probed nothing out of me. Sure, I'm glad he's dead, but I didn't do it. Look, you can't lie out of this one, Rocky. Winston called headquarters just before he was killed. He started to say your name. But, Sarge, I wasn't anywhere near the city last night. Oh, no? You're going to have a tough time making a jewelry believe that? Well, Sarge ain't going to be tough at all. What? Take a look at this. Take it? What is it? It's a ticket for running through a red light in Lake Hillman, 150 miles from here, Sarge. And look at the time on it. 12 o'clock midnight. 12 o'clock midnight? What? Well, that's the same time Winston was killed. Yeah, I know, I know. And that traffic ticket proves I was 150 miles away when it happened. I try to break that alibi copper. Just try it. I had to turn him loose, Nick. There wasn't anything else I could do. I suppose you checked with the Lake Hillman officer or gave him the ticket, Maddie. Well, of course I did. There was the chief of police himself. The chief of police was directing traffic? Yeah, Patsy, you know how it is in those small towns. They've only got three men on the force, and on Saturday night all of them have to turn out to take care of the traffic. You're sure he isn't mistaken about who was in Rocky's car? Nick, he swears it was Rocky. He described him to me. Then I showed him pictures of Rocky, and he swears it's the same guy. Well, just what you want me to do? Nick, look, I got to crack this case, and I got to have help. I'll bet anything Rocky, Crane, Bumped Off, Winston, no matter what kind of an alibi he's got. Now, I suppose the biggest clue you've got is the fact that Winston tried to speak his name when he called headquarters. But Patsy, we don't know that he was going to accuse Rocky of shooting him. Well, maybe not, Nick, but here is the clincher. Rocky knew that Winston was Bumped Off at midnight. Now, how did he know it unless he did the job himself? I sure didn't tell him. But, Maddie, that's not proof that you can take before a jury. Oh, I know, Nick. I know. But somehow, some way, we've got to get that proof. Sergeant, do you think Chief Brody could be lying? I don't know, Patsy. I'd hate to think it, but... Well, then that's not thinking it until we've exhausted every other possibility. How about Rocky's brother, Red? Didn't you say he was at Lake Hillman, too? Yeah, Nick would... Well, Nick read just as bad as Rocky, and he'd have had the same mode of Rocky did for killing Winston. You'll forget, Patsy. It was Rocky's name Winston tried to say on the phone. Yeah, and besides that, Red's got a better alibi than Rocky has. He is seen in the Lake Hillman Hotel about 11 o'clock and again at 12.30. Positive identification. Then maybe Red was driving Rocky's car when Chief Brody gave him the ticket. Look, Patsy, Rocky was driving his own car when Brody picked him up just before 2 o'clock. Okay, okay. I give up. That's the same matter. Your man can't be two places at the same time. Either you're wrong about Rocky's being killed... But I'm not wrong, Nick. I'll stake my life on it. All right, then. Something's wrong at the other end. Suppose Patsy and I drive up to Lake Hillman and try to find out what it is. Even if we learn nothing, I'll enjoy a drive out in the country with an attractive girl. And Patsy, you're particularly attractive today in that new lavender dress. Chief, as I'm glad to see you. I was afraid something had gone wrong. Now, now, they time me loose about 2 o'clock this afternoon. Well, then where you been all this time? It's after 10 now. I went around to the club for a while. Get your stuff together, Red. I want to pick up the old man. Don't worry about him. I took care of that little matter myself this morning. You what? Sure. After the cops picked you up, this town was buzzing. I thought if the old boy heard anything, he'd start putting two and two together. You thought, since one of you got brains enough to think, I said we'd dump him on the way back to the city, didn't I? Yeah, but suppose he'd have got wise. Suppose he'd have gone to the cops. Yeah, yeah, maybe you were right at that. Sure I was. So he had to meet me out at the edge of town, see? Have a mind up, blueprint. What about his stuff? His stuff? Yeah, his clothes and things. I guess they're still over at that crummy boarding house where he was staying. Why? Red, you mean you didn't have him take all his stuff with him when he left? No. Why make him think something was up? You dumb arse, you stupid, fat-headed jerk! Take it easy, Rocky. What's he got there anyway? A couple of shirts and extra pair of socks, maybe. And the box! The box, birdbrain! Gee, Rocky, I forgot about that. If the cops ever find that box and hook the old man up with us, we're sunk. I might have known you'd louse things up for me. I can get it back, Rocky. I can go over there right now. Get moving. And listen, Red. Get everything else that belonged to him, everything. Let him think he skipped his room right and beat it. But don't let nobody see it. They ain't gonna see me if they do. If they do, just make sure they don't talk about it. Make sure they don't never talk about that or anything else. I'm glad you're still in your office, Chief Brody. I was afraid I'd miss you. You're just lucky, Mr. Carter. Comes half past eleven at night. I'm gently home in bed. What's on your mind? Sergeant Matheson tells me you positively identified Rocky Crane as the man you gave a ticket to at midnight last night. That's right, Carter. But, Chief, the sergeant is just as positive that Rocky Kane killed Winston. Not at midnight last night? He didn't. What makes a sergeant so sure it had to be Rocky? Well, Chief, the motive was revenge. Winston was killed exactly one year to the minute after Rocky's brother went to the electric chair for murdering a police officer. What about it? Well, don't you see, if it was revenge, Rocky would want to do it himself. And Mattie swears that Winston even tried to give the police Rocky's name. Look here, Carter. I hate crooks and killers as much as anybody. But at midnight last night, Rocky Crane was here in Lake Hillman. I saw him. I gave him a ticket for passing the red light into the corner of Maine and Elm Street. And he passed that light precisely at twelve o'clock? That's what I said. Ah, I can't help feeling that somehow he's using you for an alibi. Well, if he is, I've got to give him that alibi. I've got no choice. Come in. Oh, Mr. Brody, I didn't know you were busy, but I was passing the courthouse and I saw the light in your office. Well, for Pete's sake, Emily Dawson. What do you do now at this time of night? And all dressed up like it was Halloween? Well, I'm just coming home from the junior class play. We gave Romeo and Juliet. I was there. He gave Romeo and Juliet. I was the old nurse. You should have seen me. Alas, alas, my lady's dead. Oh, well, a dead... Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. I remember now. I meant to get to the play myself, but I've been so busy. The Miss Bowen, Mr. Carter. This is Emily Dawson. Hello, Emily. Hello, Emily. I'm worried about Mr. Worthington. Oh, who's Mr. Worthington? Oh, he's one of our boarders. The only one we've got this weekend and I haven't seen him since right after breakfast. Well, after all, Emily is not quite eleven-thirty yet. Maybe he went to a movie or even to your play. He didn't. He promised faithfully he'd come to the play, but he wasn't there, and he never goes to the movies. He told me so. Well, I still wouldn't worry, Emily, just because a grown man isn't home by eleven-thirty. Oh, something's happened. I'll bet he's been hit by a car and he's lying in a ditch somewhere, his poor, sightless eyes, staring up at the cold, blue sky. Oh, Emily, stop acting. The show's over. He hasn't been home all day, not even for dinner. Well, there's still no reason to... And he promised faithfully to come to the play tonight. Emily, Mr. Carter and me have got important things to talk about. Now, you run along home, forget about it. If you won't do anything, I will. What can you do? I'm going to telephone the crystal club in the city and ask them to notify his folks. The crystal club? Yes, it's a kind of a residential hotel. Mr. Carter, he told me... The crystal club isn't a residential hotel. It's a gambling house. Oh, no! Not only a gambling house, it's one of a chain that belongs to the Crane Brothers. The Crane Brothers? He, Carter... I'd like to know why he's up here in Lake Hillman at this particular time. If you think Mr. Worthington is a gambler, you're wrong. He's an actor. An actor? Well, he used to be. After we got to be friends, he showed me a scrapbook. Well, he's played just about every kind of a part there is, I guess. Now, wait a minute. Miss Dawson, are you sure that Mr. Worthington didn't just pack up and skip out this morning? Of course, I'm sure. Well, I looked in his room after supper... Maybe he's come back home while you've been down here. Well, when Mom is there, you could phone her and ask. Well, you'll do better than that, Miss Dawson. We'll go and see for ourselves. Thanks for calling me up, Susan. I'll tell Emily how much you enjoyed the play. No, I'm all alone in the house now, but I expect her any minute. She was worried about our new border. Huh? Oh, nothing important. You know how excitable Emily is. Yes. I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Bye, Susan. I wonder if I should have waited and come home with Emily. She may have run... What's that? Well, that must be Mr. Worthington. Mr. Worthington? It's funny. I better go see if he's all right. I'm sure that noise came from his room. Are you in your room, Mr. Worthington? Mr. Worthington, you're not sick, are you? Mr. Wor... The doctor says your mother's going to be all right. Then why is she still unconscious? She has a slight concussion from that blow on the head, Emily. In a few days, she'll be as good as ever. But why would anyone want to hurt Mama? I'm afraid we'll have to blame your friend, Mr. Worthington, Emily. Mr. Worthington, I don't believe it. Oh, but don't you see, darling, he had some connection with those racketeers. But he's such a nice old man. Oh, Patsy, I'm more inclined to think that it was someone else. Someone who came here for his belongings. One of the Crane brothers? Maybe. And when Mrs. Dawson walked into the room, he sucked her and got away. Then Worthington must have had something in his room that would incriminate them, some piece of evidence. Well, if he did, it's not there now. Everything that belonged to him is gone. Everything that was in the room is gone. What? I have his makeup box. You do? Yes, sir. Mr. Worthington was just wonderful with makeup, and he promised he'd fix me up to look like an old lady for the class play tonight, but he didn't come home, so I... Well, I went up to his room and got it. Oh, where is it, Emily? Right over here on the mantel. Did or anything like that, I just wanted to... Let me see the box, please. Oh, yes, sir. I know Mr. Worthington wouldn't have minded my using it. He told me that anytime. Don't worry, Emily. I'm not blaming you for the box. I'm glad you did. Now, let's see what's in here. Looks just like every other makeup box, doesn't it? A lot of old dirty sticks of grease paint. Yes, but everything isn't old, Patsy. Here's a brand-new bottle of collodion and a new bottle of spirit gum. Oh, the spirit gum is what they use for sticking on false beards. False mustaches, too. And collodion makes an excellent artificial scar. An artificial scar? Then maybe it wasn't Rocky that Chief Brody gave the traffic ticket to after all. Maybe it was Mr. Worthington made up to look like him. It could be. If only a dim light from the dashboard on his face, it wouldn't be hard to get away with it to the skies. No. Emily, tell me. Is Mr. Worthington a heavy-set man with a deep voice? Oh, no. No, Mr. Cardi's little and skinny. He's got a high sort of crack-sounding voice. A man like that could never impersonate Rocky Crane, not with all the makeup in the world. No. But I know who could. You do. Patsy, get us a couple of rooms at the hotel. We won't be going back to the city tonight. All right, Nick, but what are we staying here for? I'm going back to see Chief Brody. I've got a nice new idea I want to test out. Jerk, the one thing you should have gotten is the one thing you leave there. I tell you, Rocky, that box wasn't in his room. Then why didn't you search the rest of the house? I would have. But right after I slugged the old lady, I heard Carter and the two dames coming in. I had to beat it out the window. And Carter did find the box, you sure of that? I told you, didn't I? I hung around outside to see what was going to happen. After about an hour, Cardi came out with the box under his arm. I seen it playing under the streetlight. Okay, okay, so he's got the box. So maybe he'll even figure out how we worked it. But that still ain't proof, Red. Sure it ain't, Rocky. That dumb police chief swore he was giving me a ticket at midnight. And a smart lawyer can tie him in knots if he tries to take it back in spite of what... Hey, wait a minute. Huh? What, Rocky? You didn't touch none of that stuff in the box, did you? There ain't nothing there that might have your fingerprints on it, is there? Well, I... Come on, come on. Did you touch anything or didn't you? Well, the old man had to make me up in the car and a couple of times I had to hold things for him while... You stupid idiot! Oh, Rocky, what's the matter? What's the idea of sucking me like that? You know what you're done? You give them everything they want. You give them all the proof they need to send us both to the chair. No, we get the box back. How can we get it back? Tell me that, genius. Well, I... Hey, that girl, it works for Carter. What about her? She's right here in this hotel. She was at the desk, signed up for room when I come in. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Maybe you got something. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It just might work. It's got to. Yeah, you see? I ain't always so dumb. Get on that phone, Red. Find out what room she's in. Sure, sure, Rocky. Then what, huh? Never mind. You get her room number. I'll take care of the rest. Well, yes, Carter. It was kind of dark inside that car when I gave Rocky that ticket. Then it could have been. Red Crane made up to look like Rocky, couldn't it? The difference in height wouldn't show with him sitting behind the wheel, and they both have the same type of face, big and beefy. Yes, I guess it could have been if he had some kind of black dye on that red hair of his. Not dye. Mascara. Something that he could wash out quickly. And there's a big cake of mascara on this makeup box. And it's almost used up. Yes. And with paint on his face, they give him a dark complexion like Rocky's and a false mustache, and that scar painted on with whatever it is. Claudian. Professional actors use it all the time. All right. So maybe it could have been red instead of Rocky. But you don't have any proof that it was. Not a bit of proof. That's why we have to find Worthington's body. If we can't prove that Rocky murdered Winston, perhaps we can prove that red killed Worthington and that Rocky was an accessory. What makes you so sure anybody killed the old man? Oh, why else would he have disappeared without taking his things with him? And besides, he's the only one who could tell what really happened. The Crane boys would never be safe while Worthington was alive. Yes, yes. I see what you mean. But without having any idea where to look for him, it's going to be pretty hard finding the body. No, I don't think so. If they wanted us to think Worthington had run out, they'd hide the body where it wouldn't be likely to be found. Well, sure. There can't be too many places like that near here. No, I guess there ain't. But they can't do anything tonight. It's almost 2 a.m. Well, all right. Morning will be all right. But get every man you can on the job. Here we go. Excuse me for the love of Pete, but now I want to get home, get to bed. Hey, Kildren police station, Chief Brody speaking. Chief, this is Patsy Bowen. Oh, hello, Miss Bowen. May I? Is Nick there? In just a minute. For you, Carter. Oh, thanks. Yes, Patsy, what's up? Nick, I... You've got to come to the hotel right away. Room 411. And bring that makeup box with you. Oh, why, Patsy? What's the matter? I can't tell you, but don't say anything to Chief Brody. What did you do, Bill? Patsy, something's wrong. What is it? Nothing's wrong, but... Don't come, Nick! They're going to... Patsy! Patsy! What's wrong, Carter? Your pale is a ghost. I don't know what's wrong. Let me have that makeup box. Well, sure. But what for? I'm taking it over to the hotel. To room 411. Come in, Carter. What's the score, Rocky? Where's Patsy? Sit down, Carter. Put your gun away. I've got one, too. You'll notice. What have you done with her? Nothing yet. And she ain't here in the hotel, so don't get any ideas. Where is she? I told you to sit down in that chair, right across the table from me. You hurt her. I'll see what happens. I haven't. She's with Red. If you do what I tell you to, I'll get him on the phone and he'll have her back here in five minutes. Now, sit down! Okay. But I'm keeping my gun pointed right at your belt. So what? You won't use it. Because if something happens to me, I can't make that phone call. It'll be too bad for the little lady. What do you want? I want that makeup box under your arm. I'll let you have it. You'll let Patsy go right away? Yeah, sure, sure. I'll hand over that box and put away that gun. And leave you sitting there with the gun pointed at me? Oh, no. The way things are now, we're even. I've got you covered and you've got me covered. But I got an ace in the hole. Don't forget, your girlfriend. If I don't make that phone call in the next 15 minutes, Red... You're going to make that call, Rocky. I'm betting my life and Patsy's life that you are afraid to shoot it out. You'll lose that bet, wise guy. I just assumed die this way as in the chair. And if I do, you go with me. Not if I shoot first. Even if you shoot first. Look at the way I'm holding this rod. Propped against the table lamp, pointed straight at you. I've already pulled the trigger caught her. The only thing that's keeping the hammer from falling is my thumb. So what? So if you shoot me, my thumb lets go of the hammer and you get a bullet. Not only that, the girl will too. Red's got his orders. Doesn't look as though I have much choice, does it? No, God. I'm holding all the aces. But I'm holding the Joker, Rocky. Hey, you dirty! Keep away from that gun, Rocky. I hear your shot, Rocky. No, I... My aim is the gun itself. Your hand's only numb from the shot. Well, how? Just one bet you overlooked. Your gun was propped up and pointed at me, but my bullet knocked it aside and spoiled your range. Okay, but Red's still got the girl. You're forgetting that. I'm not forgetting anything. You're going to get on that phone and call Red. Ah, no, I... You'd rather have me break your arms. I ain't making any call. Let her die. Let... Don't make that call. Don't stop. Are you going to make that call? Yeah. Yeah, but let up on my arm. All right, over here to the phone. Better make it sound convincing. Oh, my arm. It's just a reminder. I'll go ahead. And remember, one wrong one... I won't try nothing. Okay. Take up that phone. The hell out. Desk. Give me room 619. No, you were lying. She is here in the hotel. Yeah, Red. Take your breath for Red. Hello, hello, Red. It's Rocky. Yeah, everything's fine. I got it. You can let her go now. Don't argue with me. Don't I tell you? Tell him to come here. Alone. Red, get yourself over to my room fast. But let the damn go first. Yeah, right. But make it fast. Now, let go of my arm. Sure, Rocky. I'll go with you for now. Now we have to get a reception arranged for your brother. When he arrives. And Nick, did they find Mr. Worthington's body? Oh, yes, Maddie. It was in the old stone quarry under 20 feet of water, weighted down with scrap arms. Yeah, but have you really got any proof that Red killed him? Plenty. Ballistics can prove that he was shot with Red's revolver. And I suppose Rocky will be convicted, too, as an accessory. So it doesn't matter whether or not you ever prove that he murdered Winston. Probably. But I think we can prove it. Yeah, Nick. How? Red's fingerprints were on two of the sticks of grease paint in Worthington's makeup box. Those fingerprints are evidence that Worthington did a makeup job on Red. Uh-huh. Well, after that, it won't be hard to convince a jury that Rocky's alibi isn't worth a nickel. I wonder how they ever thought up such an idea. Well, Worthington was out of work, was broke. Yeah. So we took a job as porter at the crystal club. Red found out he was an actor, and that started him thinking that Worthington's skill with makeup could be used to furnish Rocky with a perfect alibi. And the old man didn't even know he was mixed up in a murder plot? Oh, he was completely innocent. They told him they were going to play a practical joke on some friends of theirs. Well, just how did they work it, Nick? Well, the scheme worked like this, Matty. Rocky took Red's car, drove to the city, and killed Winston. In the meantime, Red picked up Rocky's car, met Worthington, got made up to look like Rocky, then intentionally ran through that red light and got a ticket. Well, one thing I can understand is why Rocky allowed Winston to call the police just before he shot him. Well, that was part of his alibi. Rocky wanted the police to know the exact time Winston was murdered because that was the exact time Red disguised as Rocky was getting the traffic ticket. Yeah, but he even let Winston call out his name. And that was something Rocky didn't figure out. As soon as Winston identified himself, Rocky shot him. But Winston still had enough strength left to try to identify his killer. He was a brave man. Wish I could be like that. But you know, when I opened the door to my room and saw Red standing there with a gun, I... I just froze. I was scared to death. Well, you weren't the only one, Patsy. I had cold chills wondering if I was going to be in time to save you. Well, at least all this may give Emily Dawson an idea for the next high school play. Yeah, what's that? Another one of Mr. Shakespeare's little masterpieces. The one called All's Well that ends well. No thanks, Laura, not tonight. OK, bye. Who is that, Patsy? Laura Bruce. She wanted me to go to a seance with it. Can you imagine me going to a seance? No, why not? Spirit mediums can do wonderful things sometimes. Remember Madame Jane-er? Oh, that one. You'll have to admit that she told her clients things nobody in the world could possibly have known, except a ghost. Oh, she certainly did. But the way she found out those things, it makes me shiver. Well, save your shivers for next week, Patsy, when we tell all about Madame Jane-er and the case of the custom-made corpse. Nick Carter, master detective, is produced and directed by Jock McGregor, and is copyrighted by Street and Smith Publications Incorporated. Lon Clark is starred as Nick. Charlotte Manson is featured as Patsy. Ed Latimer plays Matty. Others in the cast were Brian Arayburn, Ken Lynch, Maurice Tarplin, and Cameron Prudolph. Today's script was written by Jim Parsons, with original music played by Henry Silver. This program is fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is Phil Tonkin, inviting you to be with us next week at this same time. For the case of the custom-made corpse. Another adventure with Nick Carter, master detective. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.