 The Anchorhawking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer. And Casey, I'm a great man. What have you done now, Ethelbert? I'm the only man on the block who never saw a flying saucer. Well, that won't put you on history's pages. You mean I won't be famous? No, Ethelbert, you've got to do something. You've got to be outstanding to be famous. Sure, like Anchorhawking, the most famous name in glass. The Anchorhawking 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 Alonso Dean Cole. Our adventure for tonight. Flynn saunters toward the bar. He's about 35, well-dressed and rather good-looking. But there's nothing distinctive about him. As he waits for one of the bartenders to serve him, he comes an old tune. What would it be, sir? Martini, please. Extra dry? Yes, sir. See, haven't I served you before, sir? No, I just checked into the hotel an hour ago. This is my first visit to the bar. I don't mean here. Someplace else. Maybe LA. I worked there last year. I've never been to Los Angeles. Denver, Frisco then? No, I'm sure we've never met before. I've spent the last 10 years in Europe. I've never been across the water yet. I guess you just remind me of somebody. Yes, I imagine that's it. Yeah, see how this Martini strikes you. Oh, it's exactly right. That's how I try to make everything. Call me when you want another. My name's Frank. Frank? Yeah? I shat one another for a while, so I'll pay you now. You are? Keep the change. Hey, thanks. All right. Oh, by the way, that fine-looking woman at the corner table over there, do you know her? The brunette with the big diamond rings? Yeah, I know her. Her face is very familiar. I was just wondering if... You've probably seen her picture in the papers. There was a big story about a couple of weeks ago when she got a Reno divorce from her husband, plus a million-dollar settlement. She's Madeleine Chalmers. Oh, yes, yes, of course. I has to wait on her back at Toledo where she comes from. I worked there two years ago. She had another wealthy lady named Utley. Used to say I was the only bartender they'd ever met who could make a plant as punch exactly right. This Mrs. Utley, she's her close friend of Mrs. Chalmers? Miss Utley. She was one of them bachelor girls then. Or since she's married a banker named Fisher. Yeah, she and Mrs. Chalmers were pals. Well, I'm acquainted with a banker named Fisher. I believe he married Utley. But see now, his first name is... Now, this one's first name is Douglas. He the one you know? Well, his wife's first name is... Irene. Irene Utley. Uh-huh, they're the people. I'm told they took a trip to Europe last year where you were. I guess you met him over there. Yes, London or Paris, I think. Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Fisher aren't here by any chance. Oh, no, no, Mrs. Chalmers tells me they're up main this summer. Bar Harbor. Well, since Mrs. Chalmers is alone, I shouldn't be intruding if I introduce myself. I suppose, and quite about my friends, the, uh, Fishers. Oh, I don't think so. I'll see you later, Frank. Yeah, thanks again, Mr. Uh, thank you. How do you do, Mrs. Chalmers? I beg your pardon? I can see you've forgotten me. Irene Utley introduced us several years ago in, uh, Toledo, I think it was, uh, before she married Doug Fisher. Oh, you're a friend of Irene's and Doug's? Well, I spent a day with them only a week ago. Bar Harbor. How are they? Irene hasn't written to me in ages. They were fine, enjoying themselves. May I sit down and order us, uh... I seem to remember you had a preference for plantas punch. Do sit down. Thank you very much. I'm terribly embarrassed. You remember even my favorite drink, and I can't recall... Well, unlike you, I have a face that people soon forget. My name is Grammerton, Cecil Grammerton. Cecil Grammerton. You, uh, plan to stay here for some time, Mrs. Chalmers? At least several weeks. Well, I'm gonna remain about the same period, and, uh, if you'll commit our acquaintance to ripen, I'll try hard not to be forgotten again. More so than usual. You like this girl? No, it isn't gown or the perfection of your hair or those magnificent diamonds you're wearing. Not simply you. Cecil, you always say the right thing. I'm afraid you're what my dad used to call a lady killer. Lady killer? Or a wolf. Oh, well, how do I look like a wolf for a lady killer? No, which makes you doubly dangerous. A week ago, when you came to my table in that cocktail lounge, I thought what a mild, negative, innocuous man you were. And now? Now I'm in my suite alone with you. I sent my maid away tonight as you requested. Which proves? I like you. Hand me a cigarette, will you? Of course. Here you are. Thanks. Light? Mm-hmm. You, uh, only like me, Madeline? Last night, I told you that I loved you. And I almost believed you. Didn't believe me? A rich divorcee should be careful, especially when she knows a man no better than I know you. You'll get better acquainted with me tonight. You sure are really alone here? Of course, dear. Now, what do you want to know about me, huh? I'll hold you close, as I tell you. You suspect I'm a fortune hunter who wants to marry you for your money? That's a possibility. But I'm comfortable in your arms. It's an impossibility. I wouldn't marry you for any amount of money. You wouldn't marry me? Or anyone like you. Cecil, take over my throat. Take your hands away. I'll tell you what I am, Madeline. Cecil. I'm really a lady killer. Really a lady killer. Such nice diamonds you had, Mrs. Jarmers. You won't need them anymore. More paper napkins under the bar. Paper reminds me, Casey. Did you see the newspapers this morning? Certainly not. I only work on a paper. I don't read them. There's a deep suspicion, Ethelbert, that no press photographer knows how to read. I've heard that, Miss Williams. It's all so suspected, Annie, that few reporters know how to write. Oh, yeah? Well, anyway, your Morning Express had articles saying that fella who's believed to have strangled Mrs. Madeline Chalmers in Colorado last month, you know, is thought to be hiding in this town. Is that true? No, it's baloney. Confidentially, Ethelbert, papers all over the country got such a swell front page spread out of that Colorado hotel murder they're trying to keep it alive. Oh, wait a minute, Annie. Don't be skeptical. The police have pretty definitely tied him up with a murder of seven other wealthy widows. Well, it's not known for sure that Cecil Grammerton has killed and robbed other women. That's just some more newspaper buildup, huh? Not in my book or in the cops. Listen, during the last five years, seven other rich women have been strangled and they're valuable stolen under nearly exactly the same circumstances. Casey, people in that Colorado hotel who saw Grammerton every day don't give a description of him that agrees with the men suspected of the other crimes. Well, they don't agree with each other in the descriptions of Grammerton. He seems to be one of those negative-looking guys nobody ever remembers. The bartender out there remembered him according to what I read. All he remembers about him is that he was always humming sentimental songs. That isn't very much to go on. Whenever there's a sensational crime, a witness usually turns up who tries to get into the spotlight by telling a lot more than he really knows. Hey, come on, we've got to get out of here, Annie. Oh, yeah, we'll do at the Fenimore Plaza in 10 minutes. Right. What are you going to do at that swanky hotel? Oh, one of those lousy assignments. The Express has an exclusive tip that the Clara Simmons has broken her engagement to the Charlie Fawcett. And we're getting a confirmation or denial from her before we pass the news to our palpitating public. Clara Simmons is the oil Harris? Yeah, worth about 20 million. What I've heard though, she's kind of a wet smack. She doesn't smoke, she doesn't drink, she doesn't approve a modern bathing suit. She's a very nice girl, Casey. Just a little bit old fashioned. I've met her. I haven't met an old fashioned girl for years. They're old fashioned now. Yeah, come on, Annie. See you later this evening, pal. So long, Ethel Burge. So long, Walter. So long, Casey. Walter, where are those napkins? The report you heard is altogether correct, Miss Williams. Mr. Fawcett and I have broken our engagement. Care to give me the reason, Miss Simmons? I can only say that he and I agreed upon the termination and that we shall remain the best of friends. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm expecting guests. May I take a picture of you before we go, Miss Simmons? I'd rather you wouldn't, Mr. Casey. Oh, well, we can run one of your old ones that we have in our files, but you look so nice this evening, I'd rather. You know that no woman can withstand that kind of flattery. Take your picture. Thanks. Will you stand over there by the piano, please? Surely. Casey wasn't guilty of flattery, Miss Simmons. That gown is charming. Thank you. Do you like the style? Uh-huh, very much. I haven't seen anything like it. It must be the latest. It was 20 years ago. My mother wore it then. Your mother? She wore it to a ball only a week before she died. I was just a child then, but I've never forgotten how pretty she looked. I kept in. I had it made over to wear tonight. Some big event must be scheduled for tonight, eh? It is, Mr. Casey. Will you take your picture now and then excuse me? Oh, sure, sure. Oh, oh, I'm afraid I'll have to answer that. I've given my servants the evening off. Evening, Clara. Come in, Evans. Where's your mother? Well, she phoned that she'll be delayed. She'll join us here in a little while. Oh. Oh, eh, you have guests. This lady and gentleman are from the morning express. They're leaving right away. Miss Williams, Mr. Casey, this is Mr. Pentecost. How do you do, Mr. Pentecost? Pleasure. Sit down, Evans. Mr. Casey is going to take a picture of me. Very well. Or will you stand by the piano again, Miss Simmons? Well, yes, of course. Like this? Yes, yes, that's well. Now, got it. Thank you. You're welcome. Now I hope you won't think me rude if I ask. Oh, now, you've been very kind. Thank you very much. Good night, Miss Simmons, Mr. Pentecost. Evans, Pentecost. Good night. Good night. Oh, and thanks again. Are you back? Not at all. Why were those newspaper people here, Clara? To ask me about my engagement to Charles, I told them I'd broken in. Oh, uh, to tell them why? I didn't say a word about you. Evans, you said you were bringing your mother here to meet me. I sent the servants away as you requested, so the three of us could be completely alone. But since your mother's been delayed, I think you should. You're worried about us being alone? Why, naturally. You're very different from other women I've known. We'll go down to the mezzanine and wait for your mother. Why, you're lovely in that gown, Clara. Don't try to change the subject, Evans. My mother once had a gown like that. Be a good boy now. Let's go down to the mezzanine. We must be alone or you wouldn't be so insistent. Why, of course, we're alone. Alone? Evans? Why do you look at me like that? We're alone. Evans, you frightened me. Don't come any closer. Listen for the tinkle of ice cubes on frosty crystal. Cool summer drinks are doubly inviting when served in the amazing new Sunburst Crystal. Now, this truly fine crystal has the radiance of a diamond. Its brilliance is like rare old hand-cut crystal. 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The guy who just got into that cab. Where was he going from here? It's against Fenimore Plaza rules to give out information concerning our guests, sir. Knots with rules? That guy's a murderer. Oh, what? I was bartender in the Colorado Hotel where he killed Mrs. Chalmers. That guy's Cecil Grammerton. Grammerton? The lady killer. Get the cops after him quick. Then find out what name he strangled here. Grammerton got away, Captain Logan. Yeah, he did, Miss Williams. My man located the cab that took him from this hotel, but he'd gotten out of it with his baggage only a few blocks from here. He didn't go to Union terminal where he told the driver to take him. Now, where he is now is anybody's guess, Casey. You said he didn't hurt Miss Simmons, Logan. That's right. She was hysterical when they found her, but otherwise, she was OK. She was hysterical because he tried to kill her. He didn't even lay a hand on her, Miss Williams. What? Things screw either way, she tells it. She says she suddenly got terribly afraid of the guy. He started to reach for her, and there was an insane look on his purse. Then all of a sudden, he drops his hands, mumbles an apology, and walks out. Hmm. Of course, you've searched the rooms that Grammerton occupied. Sure. Well, did you find anything that might lead to it? Nothing. It looks very hot, just an old photograph. A photograph? Yeah, of a woman. I'd say it was taken 20, 25 years ago. It was in a nice leather frame, and obviously, slipped out of one of the guy's suitcases. Can we see it? Yes, but there's to be no mention of it in your paper. I'm not tipping Grammerton that we have the thing. That's off the record, Logan. Yeah, of course. OK. Here it is. He's a sweet-looking old lady. Too sweet. He's a prim and prissy type. Hey, look, the name of the photographer who took this picture is here at the bottom, Logan. Perkins. The name of the town. Yeah, Perkins of Fairview. Fairview, that's only about 100 miles from here. I'm taking a trip up there tomorrow. All right. I'll go with you. OK, but you may be wasting your time. It's my job to go. If I get a hunch, it won't be wasted time, Logan. And I've got another hunch. A hunch that no newspaper guy should get. Yeah, what's that? That you should kill the entire story of what happened tonight. Kill the story? Yes, Annie, every bit of it. Oh, it's big news, Casey, front page. It doesn't matter. Put that bartender under wraps, Logan. Tell the hotel people and Miss Simmons to clam up about what they know and give all the papers a hush-hush order. Since this is the first time I ever got that kind of advice from a news outlet, I'll take it. Oh, you should be thrown to the squirrels for this, Casey. Oh, no, Annie. The big story will be Grammetton's arrest. And we'll play for an exclusive on that. Logan, how soon can we leave for Fairview? Well, yes, Captain Logan. I took this picture of the lady 20 years ago, I'd say. It was shortly before her death. Oh, she's dead, Mr. Birkins. Yes, she died of pneumonia. Well, who was she? Mrs. A's a Bristo, a very fine woman. I was her neighbor for many years, and we attended the same church. Did she have any children? Well, she had an only son, Elmer, an extremely well-behaved boy. They were inseparable, and her death was a great blow to him. He was only about 15 at the time. Oh, you know what happened to this Elmer? No, no. Relatives took him out west to live, and I've heard nothing of him since. Could you describe him, Mr. Birkins? Well, I knew the boys so well I should be able to. You know, that's strange. I can't just seem to remember what he looked like. You can't. Well, he, uh... Well, there was nothing about him. All that I can really recall is that he had a great attraction for girls and older women, although he seemed to care nothing for anybody but his mother. And he had a habit that was frequently irritating, a habit of humming sentimental old songs. I'm sorry I can't be of greater help to you. You've helped plenty, Mr. Birkins, and thanks a million. Let's go, Logan. Yeah, I'll probably get in touch with you later, Mr. Birkins. Well, I'll be at your service, Captain. Goodbye. Goodbye, gentlemen. Goodbye. He couldn't have given us a better description, pal. Yeah, but what does it get us? Apparently the lady killer's real name is Elmer Bristo, and he had a doting mother. Wait a minute, Logan. I think he developed what the psychological docs call a mother complex. So what? So it finally made him go haywire and start killing gals like Madeline Chalmers. Listen, Logan, all of the eight women strangled by this guy were direct opposites of his mother. They were unconventional babes who did all the things that Mama had taught her only son to despise. Casey, he did those murders for dough. Those thefts will send him to the chair instead of an asylum when he's caught, Logan. But his real motive, I believe, was hatred of a type. Well, he proved that last night when he didn't hurt Clara Simmons because I think she was the same type as his mother. In that old-fashioned dress she had on, she may have... Well, he may have seen her all of a sudden as his mother. Yeah, maybe right. And from what you've just suggested, maybe we can figure a way to make him walk right into our hands. Of course we can. And by using your dear old power of the press and Clara Simmons. Yes, yes, Dorothy. Must you gaze into space and hum those corny songs? I must be dreadful company. Oh, I beg you, pardon, Dorothy. I was thinking. Light me a cigarette. Oh, sure. Shall we get another drink? Oh, not now. Sitting here on the beach has made me lazy. We're going to look out at the beach from your apartment tonight. Alone. Mm-hmm. Until tonight every... Every minute will seem like an hour. That romantic line is pretty old, Rob. Yeah, well, I'll try to do better next time. I hope you do. Oh, speaking of romance, did you see this morning's papers? No. Oh, there was the silliest story about that frightfully rich Clara Simmons. Clara Simmons? Yes. Ever meet her? What? No. I have. She's a drippy little thing. What did the paper say about her? Oh, she's very ill. Ill? Pneumonia. Brought on by a breakdown. Caused the paper set by a wrecked romance. I see. Well, did the paper say where Ms. Simmons is? Well, she's in the city hospital, I believe. Dorothy, will you excuse me? I've got to go back to the hotel. Why? I've got to put through a long distance called business. I may have to leave here on the very first train. Leave? What's happening about tonight? Well, nothing to my regret. Because Dorothy, you're just the sort of woman I love to find alone. There he is, Captain Logan. The man getting out of that cab. Fine, Ms. Simmons. Oh, Casey, our carcide scheme worked. That's pretty short word. We knew he'd fallen for it after that long distance call came through to the hospital. When they told him I was really ill, Ms. Williams, he came to me. Well, don't think of what he's doing now, Ms. Simmons. Think of what he has done. Yes, I must. Here he comes, Captain. Well, this is it. Hello, Elmer Bristow. What? Will you let go of me? You're a collector of jewelry. Here's a pair of bracelets for you. Oh, what's the meaning of this? What? This was a trick. Yeah. Now a few uninhibited rich gals are going to enjoy longer lives. Take them away, man. Come on, Ms. Simmons. I'll help you back to the trick. Annie, Ms. Simmons is crying. So what has that insignificant looking guy got? Made the women fall for it. Casey, if he wasn't on his way to jail, I think I'd try to find out. Yeah. Huh? We gals crave romance. And if we don't get it from overwhelming personalities like yours, well, there are a lot of Elmers. Hmm. Annie, I think there's going to be some nice moonlight tonight. Yeah. 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Well, uh, care to live in the rain, any? Well, if the right person invited me properly. Miss Williams, will you go for a drive in the rain with me? I'd love to have your company. Why, yes, Mr. Casey. Where shall we drive? Poor Clara Simmons must still need comforting. How about calling on her and... Ow, my other skin! Oh, so sorry, Mr. Casey. Clumsy of me. Scott's Worth Is Casey is brought to you each Thursday by the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation. Makers of Fire King Oven Glass. Anchor Glass Containers. Anchor Caps of Anchor Hawking. The most famous name in glass Tony Marvin saying good night for the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio with offices in all principal cities of the United States and Canada. Thursday night on CBS is the biggest show in town. So stay tuned for exciting dramatizations on Rita's Digest Radio Edition, which follows immediately over most of these stations. We'll be broadcasting...