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The paper said the cops learned their bodies could be found in that beach house through an anonymous phone call. That's right. You read my story, all right? What wasn't in your story, Miss Williams? The real lowdown, huh? Strictly off the record, Ethelbert. Joe Schuster is being very severely questioned about the triple murder. I've heard a rumor that Schuster was gunning for Bobo Gusick. How about clues at the scene of the crime? All these were found except, well, it was a funny little thing. Most peculiar. What? A crude drawing was found clutching Bobo Gusick's hand. An amateurish pen and ink sketch of, well, it looked like a cross between a weasel and a bear. There ain't no such animal. I've never heard of such a combination. Well, if the sketch is a lead, it's a very obscure one. Yeah. Oh, excuse me. Bruno, cafe, Ethelbert speaking. Let's go to a table and get some food under our belt, Sanny, shall we? Oh, come on. Just a minute. Don't go away, Casey. It's for you. Ah, who is it? Your city desk. Mr. Burke. Oh, wouldn't you? Oh, nuts. Let's see what he wants. Hello, Burke. Well, listen, we're just going to have something to eat. Can't we even... Huh? Huh? Yeah. Well, OK, we'll be right over. What is it, Casey? Sanny Burke's just received a screwball letter to the editor that might turn into hot copy. The guy who wrote it says that he killed Bobo and his two pals, and he promises to knock off another couple of gangsters today. Have you looked into your mirror lately and wondered what to do about your hair? Well, let me suggest an answer. A lovely Tony home permanent. Your hair will be soft and natural looking from the very first day. You'll have just the right amount of curl and your wave will last for months. You know, a Tony wave is guaranteed to last just as long as the most expensive beauty shop wave and guaranteed to look more natural or your money back. No wonder each month another two million women have beautiful Tony waves. A Tony cost just $1 with plastic curlers $2. Get a Tony kit tomorrow and give yourself the loveliest, longest lasting wave you've ever had. A Tony home permanent. The wave that gives that natural look. T-O-N-I Tony. Listen to this letter, Casey. You too, William. Yeah, we're listening, Burke. Now go ahead, read it. City editor, Morning Express, blah, blah, blah, blah. Dear sir, several hours before you receive this, the police will have discovered the dead bodies of a racketeer known as Bobo Gussick and two of his lieutenants. I killed them for a multiple reason. One, a civilized society will be better off without them. Two, men of their type habitually carry large sums of money. And three, I find it amusing to pit my wits against both the underworld and the police. In this last, I resemble the sagacious animal whom I have selected as my identifying trademark, the wolverine. Another sketch of it will be found today. Well, that means that... Yeah, the guy promises this is not the murder. Now, here's the finish. You gentlemen of the press are invited to join with the police and their criminal quarries in what will prove to be a hopeless battle with the wolverine. The wolverine? That's the signature. Hmm. I think he's the killer, but he's a nut too. The evidence of this letter, he's an educated guy. But what kind of an animal is a wolverine? Well, I've read they're the toughest, meanest, most intelligent animals in existence. I'll have research, dig up complete dope on them so we can give this letter a good dressing up when we run it on page one. Gotta show it to the cops before you run it? Why should I? The writer of this letter may be pulling a fast one, just a gag. Wait a second. Silly desk, work speaking. Yes? Who is this, speedy? Pussy. A wolverine. Where's that? Island Road? Half a mile north of the old brick church in a clump of maple trees. What? Look, who is this? Who? Huh? He's hung up. You got that address, Casey? Yeah. He's got the wolverine, says he's kept his promise. This may still be a gag, Burke, but Ann and I are starting for Island Road in that clump of maple trees right now. Find anything yet, Annie? Not a thing. The shape of those big maples is so dense, Casey. It's almost like night in here. Holy shit. You found something? Plenty. I'm here. I'm going to stumble over this guy's body. Body? With the holes in his chest. Apparently the wolverine isn't just a gag. Casey, look. What? Over there. I see it. It's another dead guy. Yeah. He was mostly hidden behind that tree trunk. Uh-huh. Annie, we knew this guy. I can't look at his face. It's Ed Mason. The numbers operator? Yeah. A racketeer like Bobo. The other stiff used to be his cheap muscle man, Herb Frankel. Well, come on, Annie. I'll get my camera from the car and shoot pictures of this where you find a phone called Burke in the cops. Casey. What? Something's moving over there, coming this way. Yes, I hear it. I can see now. It's a man. Yeah. Maybe he's the wolverine. It's not coming from newspaper stiffs. Who's that there? Hello, Casey. I thought I recognized your car. Parked out there. Foster. Afternoon, Miss Williams. Oh, it's only you, Foster. And who did you think I was, the wolverine? What do you know about the wolverine? I work for a newspaper, too, you know. Not a high-circulation bourgeois paper, like your Morning Express, but our exclusive little daily standard bearer gets letters to the editor. And since we meet in this place, I assume we were brought here by the same reason. You got a letter? Followed by a phone call from the ambitious gentleman who calls himself the wolverine. Burke isn't gonna run this story as an exclusive, Annie. You two find anything among these trees? Well, if we told you no, you'd look around for yourself, so look there. Thanks, old Jeff. These gentlemen seem to be deceased. That's putting it mildly. This wolverine is assuming the proportions of an interesting character. By the way, do you know what a wolverine really is? Yes. Really? You surprise me. Why? Journalists employed by the standard bearer are required to have a general knowledge of almost everything. They're all college graduates, you know. But your Morning Express... Yeah, oh, we've got to know his news values. You recognize either of these dead guys, Foster? No, can't say I do. Really? You surprise me. Do you know who they are? Mm-hmm. And you can read all about them in the Morning Express. Okay, Annie, start looking for a phone. Give Burke our story. Oh, by the way, Foster, why didn't your classy standard bearers send a photographer with you? Because we of the standard bearer have multiple talents, Casey. I have a camera in my car, and after taking suitable photographs, I shall make some effective and exclusive pencil sketches of this gruesome sea. These bodies are exactly as Anne and I found them, Logan. I didn't let Foster disturb it. I made no attempt to disturb evidence, Captain. I didn't say you made an attempt. Your implication was clear enough. Save it! There's a piece of paper clutched in the hand of this dead guy. Well, look, it's the same bum sketch of a cock-eyed-looking animal we found on Bobo Gusser. I wouldn't say it's a bum sketch, Captain. It's the most effective, impressionistic drawing of a wolverine. Impressionistic, eh? Oh, yes, Foster knows, among his other talents, he can draw pictures. Do you recognize these dead men, Captain? Yeah, this one's Ed Mason, the stiff over there, with his bodyguard, her preco... Oh, nuts. What's the matter, Casey? Nothing, nothing at all. Nothing at all. Hmm. Now I shall return to my paper with a full story. Good day, Miss Williams and the gentlemen. Good day. Long, Foster. Yeah, so long. What a guy that, huh? The pain in the neck and so is his lousy paper. Hey, this wolverine gave his sheet the same break yours got? Yes, it did. Well, anyway, the wolverine makes good on his promises. Hmm. Crooks like Bobo Gusser can Ed Mason and the Red Hots who have been killed with him are cagey guys, Logan. In order to get two of them in these woods and three in that beach house, this wolverine must be somebody they knew and trusted. Yeah. Logan, have you ever turned Joe Schuster loose yet? No, but I'll have to now. Anyway, I was pretty well convinced he was clean on the Gusser killing before the wolverine claimed the credit. Well, have him freed right away, will you? So I can pay him a friendly visit at his tavern hangout tonight. So you could... Yes, Joe Schuster was a pal of Ed Mason's. He should know about guys who could have trapped Mason. And Schuster may talk to me as he wouldn't talk to any cop. Yeah, Joe Schuster's back in his private office, Casey, and he ain't very good humor and a kind of the cops trying to hand him a bum rap for that Gusset bump-off. I don't know whether he'll see you or not. Well, tell him I'm not here on newspaper business, Leo. Say I want to give him a straight talk on the Gusset bump-off, Ed Mason's bump-off, and the wolverine. Hey, you got any insight dope on that mug that caused us off the wolverine? My paper carried a story about him. Yeah, yeah, just Joe paper and a standard bearer. The guy Forster from the standard bearer was here a while ago to see Joe. What, yes? Yeah, Joe talked to him, because Forster had been a pal at Mason's before he got bumped off. Forster was a pal at Mason's? Well, none a pal, exactly, but he and Mason knew each other pretty well. Did Forster know her Frankle too? Yeah, sure. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Manny. Yeah? Come here and keep Casey company while I go and see the Bostoners. Yeah, OK. I'll give Joe your message, Casey. Yeah, thanks, Leo. Hey, I'm drinking with Tom Collins, Casey. Will I have the barkeep fix you one? Oh, no, thanks, Manny. No, no. Leo says Joe Schuster isn't in very good humor, today. Well, can you blame him? Can you blame him? You know what, him cops wasn't very nice to Joe. Yeah, just had a tough break. Yeah, but he'll stop burning after he gets a few laughs from Doc Avon. Doc Avon, who's he? The little Docs with him now. He's one of them comical guys who don't mean to be funny. You ever meet him? No. Well, you got it. He's a college professor. He's a college professor? Yeah, he teaches at Psy's Psychological Stuff. He's making a study of us guys in Iraq. We're making a study of him. Manny, I understand Foster. The standard bearer knew Ed Mason and Herb Prankle pretty well. Yeah, yeah, Foster's another one of them snooty educated guys who's good for laughs. Hey, Leo's coming back. What's the scene in a minute, Casey? Yes, well, Leo, thank you. Yeah, he's just about... Hey, Casey! Here's your story. He's come on himself to tell you the whole story. Pick around. I gotta make a phone call. It'll only take a minute. Okay, I'll wait. You go out and talk to the guy's doc. I'll see you later. Well, I'd like to ask you one more question, Mr. Schuster. Why don't you step back in here? Okay, but make it snappy. Oh, I shall. And a boss is a sap for that doc, Avon. Then why not, Leo? You know, that little doc is good for a million laughs. Not to me. I don't go for them their high brows. Very much, Mr. Schuster. Your answer's been most helpful now. I can't trouble you anymore. So the boss gave you the right answer, huh, doc? Yes, Manny. He helped me immensely in my studies. Yeah, shake hands with Casey here. Hey, Casey, this is our pal, Doc Avon. Pleasure, Mr. Casey. You, uh, you are an associate of these gentlemen? Well, in a way, I'm a press photographer. Dear, dear, how interesting. Hey, this guy has screamed, Casey. I beg your pardon. No offense, doc. Hey, how about joining me in a nice cold Tom Collins? Manny, I have told you many times that my stomach cannot tolerate the lemon juice that is a composite part of your favorite drink. And I've warned you that citric acid may be bad for your constitution. Well, it ain't never hurt me yet. I will have, and always have, once daily, is a small glass of dry sherry. I'll go get it for you. Hey, get this guy talking. Casey, you'll kill you. I'll be back in a minute. And, uh, what paper are you with, Mr. Casey? Morning Express, doc. Oh, it carried the story about that, uh, that Wolverine today. Yeah, in the final edition. Distressing affair. I was acquainted with the, uh, the men he killed. You were? I was in solid with all the guys, Casey. It's kind of you to say that, Leo. I'm conducting certain psychological studies among people in, uh, well, various walks of life, Mr. Casey. Yes, sir, I've been told. And, uh, the boss should have finished that phone call by now. Well, I'll go see what's keeping us. Yeah, I wish you would, Leo. Well, have you succeeded in finding out what makes these gang guys tick, doc? Well, I've arrived at some interesting conclusion, Mr. Casey. Manny, come here. Look, look, in Joe's office. Hey, the boss! Got a knife in his throat. He was lying like that when I opened up this door. Mr. Casey, there's paper on the floor beside Mr. Schuster's body. Let me see that paper, doc. Here, it's a pen and ink sketch of a Wolverine. Oh, Mr. Cohn, I thought you was Casey. I got a swell riddle poem, especially for him. Can't you tell me? Oh, sure. Listen. All right. You have to guess what animal I'm writing about. I ain't a weasel and I ain't a bear, but I mean murder, so beware. That's good. And if you read the Morning Express, what I am, you should guess. Oh, that's a Wolverine. Picture one was found in a dead man's hand. I read all about it in the noon edition. Gee, you got it fast. You sure are smart, Mr. Cohn. Oh, you're the one who's smart, Ethelbert. 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He didn't go inside, he just stood there and yelled at us to come and look so the Wolverine had to come in the back door. So the Wolverine remains a big unknown. What are the medical examiner, I have to say? Well, a knife went through Schuster's neck in such a way he couldn't make a sound. The Wolverine either made a lucky thrust or he knew anatomy. Logan, I watched Foster drawing pictures today. He's a pretty good artist. An artist with no anatomy. Foster? Yeah, the standard bearer. Another thing. Tonight I've learned that Foster was well acquainted with Ed Mason and Herb Frankel. And yet this afternoon when he saw their dead bodies, he denied that he knew either one of them. You think that... Lastly, Foster was in this office with Joe Schuster just a little while before I got here. So he knew about the back door. I think you'd better talk to Mr. Foster. My dear Casey, I pretended that I didn't recognize the bodies of Mason and Frankel this afternoon. Simply to, well, pull your leg. It amused me to play on your conceited belief that you possessed knowledge I didn't have. Oh, yeah? You know, Foster, the Wolverine's letter reads a great deal like you talk. It only means that he, like myself, is a man of culture. You admit it. Are you so naive to believe I am the Wolverine, Captain Logan? I may answer that after you account for your movements after you left Schuster tonight. I'll not only do that, I'll prove an alibi for the time of the Bobo-Gusick murders and of the Mason killings. My dear Captain. Well, Casey, I'm told your suspicions of our little pal Foster blew up with a loud bang this morning. Don't believe everything you hear, Annie. They only seem to blow up. Oh, he established alibis for all of those three killings. And Logan turned him loose. Logan turned him loose with the notion that given a good long rope, Foster may hang himself. Those alibis of yours aren't all to get the tight by any means. And I'm going to try to loosen them still more. How? Well, first we're paying a visit to Doc Avon. Doc Avon? Oh, because he was the last man to see Schuster along? No, because he's a psychologist. I want to get his professional opinion of Foster and of the Wolverine. I'm really not sufficiently acquainted with Mr. Foster, the venture opinion of his character. I've talked to the gentleman only a few times, Mr. Casey. But you're a trained observer, Doc. I mean, even in those few times he must have left an impression on you. Well, yes. I'd say the young man is egocentric, perhaps with more than a touch of megalomania. You mean, uh... Dr. Avon means that Foster likes himself, Casey, that he's obsessed with his own importance. Oh, thanks, Annie. Oh, well, that's the way we've had him pegged. What we know of the Wolverine, wouldn't you say that he was the same kind of a guy, Doc? Oh, dear, no. Oh, I think his letter is quite expressive of his personality. He wants money, he has a contempt for common criminals, and he's a man of brains who, probably bored by a drab life, has decided to play a dangerous and exciting game. I wrote that brief analysis in my diary last night. I habitually make note of my thoughts, and of course the Wolverine was very much on my mind. Oh, naturally, since you've just come from a police inquiry over his latest victim... Well, I, uh... I could deliver a lecture this morning, so you won't think me rude if I beg to be... Oh, no, of course not. Oh, we'll be on our way. Oh, no, you don't have to rush. I always have a glass of milk before I go to the classroom. Won't you join me? No, thanks. A glass of milk sounds kind of good to me. Fine. I'll get it from the refrigerator. As you see, when I move this screen, I have a little kitchenette in this one-room apartment. Yeah. Doc, I heard you say last night... Uh, yes. Uh, you knew Gussick and Mason as well as you knew Schuster, huh? Well, I've become acquainted with many of the, uh, criminal fraternity in the course of my studies. I find the most curious people... Here's your milk, Mr. Casey. Thanks, much of it. Sure, you won't join us, Miss Williams? No, thanks. The, uh... Wolverine must have, uh... ...lifted quite a roll from Schuster's pocket last night, huh? The police informed me that a search had revealed that his wallet was missing. Yeah. Well, thanks. We'll be running along now. Thanks for the milk and everything. Oh, you're quite welcome. Now, what time will you be back here after your lecture, just in case we want to get in touch with you? In about two hours. Well, we may see you then. Yeah, so long. Oh, uh, goodbye, Dr. Avon. Goodbye. Annie, hurry. Down these stairs. I want to buy an electric iron. An electric iron? The nearest hardware store. And when the professor's gone, we're bringing it back here. What? I got a hunch Doc Avon is the Wolverine. Casey, by your own testimony, Schuster was alive when Dr. Avon left his office. I'm advising my testimony, Annie. I merely heard Avon talking and concluded he was speaking to a live guy who takes only a few seconds to drive a knife into a guy's throat and grab his wallet. But because it was done so quickly and so cleverly, even I was giving Avon an alibi until I saw those lemons in his kitchenette. Lemons? Yes, last night. He said he was allergic to lemons. Now Casey, have you gone crazy? Lemons. Electric irons. Avon habitually makes notes of all his thoughts, Annie. I think you'll see the connection when we get back to his room. I found Avon's diary, Annie. Oh, let me see it. Here's the page he wrote last night after Schuster was killed. I merely tells of the murder. His bewildered reaction to it. And his analysis of the Wolverine, which he told us he put down. All perfectly innocent on the surface. Let's run this hot iron over the page. Maybe we'll read between the lines. More writing appears. Casey, he used invisible ink. He used plain lemon juice, Anne, which is completely absorbed by paper until heat is applied and makes it take on color. I learned the lemon juice trick as a kid. And Avon's only reason for having lemons in his place had to be for secret writing. And the secret writing says my plan to destroy Schuster was as perfect in execution as it was in conception. I thrust the knife exactly right, and he slid to the floor without a sound. My alibi was firmly established, and nobody remotely suspected that I am... The Wolverine! Avon! Be quiet, both of you. If you are... We see the 45 in your hand, Doc. They came home sooner than we expected. Mr. Casey, the Wolverine is acutely sensitive to danger, so I returned without making my lecture. Now the would-be trappers are trapped. You can't afford to spring any traps in your own home, Doc. On the contrary. You entered my home without my permission. You have no more right to be here than have common thieves. I have a legal right to destroy those who threaten my property. Oh, Casey. Like the Wolverine, Miss Williams, when I trap the trappers, they are really trapped. What was that? Something struck him, Casey, and knocked him down. Well, there was a camera that hit him. Ah! A good bitch, wouldn't you say? A foster! Yes, yes. I've been watching this interesting scene from the fire escape outside that open window. Ah! When things seemed to be getting hot, I thought I'd better do something, and my camera was all I had to do it with. Oh, boy. Well, I'll get you a new camera. There's a grand job you did in that camera. Knock the doc cold. Well, how did you happen to be on the phone? I had my own little suspicions of Dr. Avon and decided to keep an eye on him. I was doing just that. Oh, thank Heaven. Yes, and thank you, Foster. Well, not mention it, my dear Casey. I guess a guy can be wrong about a guy once in a while. 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Well, see you in the comics, Casey. Oh, hey, that reminds me. I want to tell our friends that the first issue of the Crime Photographer comic book is now on all the newsstands. Crime Photographer, starring Stott Scotsworth as Casey, is produced and directed by John Deets, written by Alonso Dean Cole and is based on the fictional character of Flash Gun, Casey, created by George Harmon Cox. Original music by Archie Blyer and the program features Miss Jan Meiners-Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbert. Herman Chittison as the Blue Note pianist. This is Bill Cullen asking you to listen again next week at this same time to another exciting adventure of Crime Photographer. And also inviting you to listen to this is Nora Drake, Radio's thrilling serial romance heard every afternoon Monday through Friday over most of these stations. Consult your local paper for the exact time. 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