 That's the theme from the Sears Radio Theatre. Tonight is a program of adventure with Howard Duff as your host. Here's a preview. I've been doing some detective work on Sutherland and his drug therapy program. Have you found out anything? Some. Nothing concrete yet. You sound like you're expecting something. I am. I can't tell you about it just yet. The Sears Radio Theatre will begin after this message from your local station. Our story takes place in a small quiet town along the Pacific Northwest coast. Nothing much happens here. That is not until one night late in the year. That was the night that Sheriff Jake Barnes would never forget. It all started one November morning. Tim Carver and his son are heading toward the river to do some fishing. Suddenly a man steps out from the bushes blocking the road. Tim finds himself looking into the barrel of a rifle. Hey, what's the trouble, mister? Can't you read? The sign says no trespassing. I'll never notice that sign before. I've been using this road for years. But you won't be using it anymore. This ranch belongs to me now and I don't want anyone on my land. Oh, my boy and I just want to do a little fishing. We won't disturb nothing. You'll have to fish someplace else, not get out. Okay, okay, we're going. But you'll hear about this. Tim returns to town and angrily tells the sheriff what happened. Must be some misunderstanding with Sheriff Franks and he decides to pay the man a visit. Little does Jake Barnes know that his visit will provoke a chain of events that will change his life. And that's only the beginning of our story. A new adventure in radio listening. Five nights of exceptional entertainment every week. Brought to you in Elliott Lewis production of The Sears Radio Theater. Our story, The Value of a Hunch by Ann Heath. Our star, Vic Perron. The Sears Radio Theater is brought to you by Sears Roblox and Company. Sears, where America shops for value. There's an unwritten law in this part of the country that its abundant natural resources are to be shared by everyone. Neighbors being chased away at gunpoint is not a usual occurrence. Who is this newcomer and what could he be protecting? I've been sheriff of this county for 15 years. I was proud of the low crime rate. It's for violence. Well, on Saturday nights some local boys might get a little drunk and smash the mailboxes out on Route 1. One night they let some cattle out too, but the next day they helped round them up. There were no hard feelings. The hostile way this new fellow was acting reminded me of big city ways. Such ways had no place in these parts. I figured this stranger had listened to reason once he understood our local custom. And I hadn't met John Sutherland. Morning. You, uh, Mr. Sutherland? Yes, I am. My name's Jake Barnes. I'm the sheriff hereabouts. What brings you out this way, Sheriff? Anything wrong? No, no, nothing serious. Just a little misunderstanding. Misunderstanding? I'm told Tim Carver and his boy were out your way this morning. There was a man, yes. And you refused to let him go to the river to fish? I did. This is private land, Sheriff. Indeed it is. But you see, folks around here have been using that road for a long time. The river's a mighty good place to fish for salmon. I'm sure there are other places. Yes, but that's not quite the point. You see, Mr. Sutherland, all the ranchers around here allow the local boys to fish the streams that run through their property. No one has ever refused access to the river before. What the other ranchers do is their business. I have the right to refuse access to anyone. Now, don't get heated up. I didn't come here to argue your right to do as you see fit. I just thought if you understood how we do things around here... Look, Sheriff, I have a good reason for not wanting people coming onto the ranch. Oh? I didn't want to tell anyone, at least not right away. I didn't want people to get the wrong impression. But I guess you have a right to know. Know what? You see, Sheriff, I'm using the ranch as a base for my drug rehabilitation program. Drug rehabilitation? I've heard of those places. And you could see why it's important that the inhabitants not be disturbed. Uh, those men over there, are they some of the, uh, inhabitants? Uh, yes, yes, they are. And they're a bit uncomfortable around strangers. I see. Well, I guess you do have a special reason for wanting your privacy, huh? I'll tell everybody to fish further downriver. Thank you, Sheriff. See you in here. Goodbye. Something about Sutherland didn't set right with me. His eyes were cold and cruel. And his hair was too close cropped even for my taste. And those two men lurking in the shadows bothered me. They must have all gone to the same barber. I'd seen newspaper photographs of some people in California who had severe haircuts just like that. They were part of a group that began for the purpose of drug rehabilitation, but soon turned into a violent cult. Police found a huge stockpile of arms at the organization's headquarters. Maybe this was a splinter group. Last thing I wanted in my county. Oh, I'm chilled at the bone. Me too. This nighttime steak out just ain't my cup of tea. You know we've been on this hill every night for a week? Nothing's happened. Except for those flashing lights down there. Yeah, them are kind of weird. What could they be doing in the middle of the night? No, I don't know. Maybe those junkies are afraid of the dark. Hey, it's starting to rain. I'm not going to just sit here and get soaked again tonight. Let's move in closer and we can see what they're up to down there. Jake told us to stay out of sight. Nobody will see us in the dark. Come on, follow me. Okay. Just remember whose ID this was. Help me. I'm stuck in this here dang hole. Can't you watch where you're going, Joe? There. All right, I'll stick close to me. Thank you. Hey, look at this. At what? Here on the ground. Tire tracks. Hey, they were huge. What could make tracks that size? Nothing I've ever seen. We must be in the land of the giants. You know, it sounds like those Dovermans we saw through the binoculars. Let's get out of here. Yeah, I'm right behind you. That's a bull. He's coming after us. Run for your life. I thought we'd never make it back up here. We could have been killed. Let's make our report and go home where it's dry and warm. My deputies weren't happy with their assignments, but what they told me about the lights, the dogs, and those mysterious tire tracks, it wasn't up to convince me that Sutherland and his group were up to something. I was afraid that something involved guns. The next day I decided to do some looking around on my own from the air. But now, believing that his town and the people who live around it are threatened, he becomes a man with a purpose. But single-minded determination, he begins his investigation. Don't be too sure. Pretty skittish. What is it you're looking for? I know exactly, but I got a hunch we'll find something. A couple of trucks half hidden behind those trees. They look like Army surplus trucks. What would those folks be doing with Army trucks? That's a question, Charlie, that I don't yet know how to answer. I joined my deputies at the lookout point above the ranch. I wanted to see for myself what was going on. For a while, things were quiet. Then we saw Sutherland's jeep leave and head south toward the coast. Now, where could he be going at that hour? I decided to follow him and find out. I took Joe along. He was still pretty green, and I figured to give him a few pointers. Now, when you're tailing someone, always remember to kill your headlights. The last thing you want to do is tip off your suspect. Look, Sheriff, the jeeps are turning off. Yeah. He's pulling into the beachfront market. Maybe he's forgotten my milk. That's funny. What? He's going into a phone booth. Now, why would he come all this way to make a call? Don't he have a phone at home? He's got one. I checked it out yesterday. It's an unlisted number. He's sure been in there a long time. Here, come. Get out. He's climbing back in the jeep. Get out. I will. You don't want him to see us. He's heading back to the ranch. Let's go check out that phone booth. The phone booth? Evidence. Oh, evidence. What do you make of this? Well, them look like the rolls you put coins in when you go to the bank. It's just what they are. And these are the porter's size, and they're both empty. Who is that guy calling, the Kremlin? Wouldn't surprise me. Come on. Let's get back to the car. Partitious long-distance phone calls seemed to fit in with my hunch. But I needed something more conclusive. The next night, Sutherland again left the ranch. I followed along this time. And this time, he didn't stop at the beachfront market. About five miles further around, he turned off and headed west toward the beach. I drove onto a bluff above a secluded cove and watched as the jeep crawled over the sand and came to a stop. For a while, I sat in the darkness, listening to the sound of the waves rolling on shore. I thought I saw a light blink from somewhere off the coast. Yeah, there it was again. The jeep answered the signal. So that's where those guns were coming from. You could find out where they were being hidden. All the lights had gone out. I made my way on foot down the hill. I came to a large barn. My heart was pounding as I crept out. My heart was pounding as I crept along its side. Suddenly, I heard a noise that made my skin crawl. The dobermans. I'd forgotten all about them. I froze holding my breath. I just hoped they hadn't noticed me. And after what seemed like an hour, I heard the sound of keen iron snoring. I never knew it could be so appealing. I stole back to my car. I'd have to find a way to deal with those guard dogs. The next morning, I drove out to the Seabreeze Kennel. The owner, Ned Pierce, used to train police dogs. The dobermans, you say? Yeah, yeah, two of them. Well, they're tough customers. They make nice enough pets, but when they're trained to attack dogs, they're as fierce as starving wolves. Well, is there any way to ward off an attack? Not unless you shoot him. I don't want to do that. Isn't there any way to just keep him quiet for a while? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, yeah, well, there's something you could use, but you've got to know how to handle it. What's that? You heard of a tranquilizer gun? Well, sure, they use them to knock out wild animals. Well, they're working dogs, too. A smaller dose, of course. Oh, word of warning. Yeah? Dobermans are lightning fast, and they can be on you before you know it hit you. So you aim careful, and you don't miss, because you're going to have a second chance. And with the tranquilizer gun, I returned to the ranch. It was a cold wind blowing from the north. But once I was thankful for it, it had helped muffle any sounds I made. I reached the corner of the barn and peeked cautiously into the yard. And they were lying down, but awake. I ducked back behind the barn and loaded my gun. The first dog would be easy, but could I reload in time to get the second one? I picked up a loose board and leaned it against the barn just in case. My hand shook a little as I took aim. He can't figure out what hit him. He's staggering. He's going down. Oh, the other one spotted me. Here he comes. There's no time to reload the board. Sorry, fella. They hated to do that, but it was you or me. On closer inspection, I saw that my eyes had fooled me. They weren't bales, but wooden crates. And they were stacked as high as the ceiling. There was something written on them. I struck another match and moved closer. A-P-P-P. Very clever. I climbed up on one of the crates and opened it. It's sure that I'd find weapons inside. It was empty. They were all empty. Suddenly, I heard voices outside. I dropped behind a pile of crates just as two men entered the barn behind a flashlight. Watchdogs. One's out like a light and the other one's probably off chasing rabbits. Oh, the boy should have gotten a couple of months from the pound. Kind of treated bad. It'd be a lot meaner than those two overfed primidonnas. Anyway, shine that light over here, will you? Yeah. I can't find the switch. Okay, I got it. Everything seems all right in here. We're going to have to move some of these crates. What for? Make room for the next shipment. Oh, yeah. More apples coming. Yeah. Let's finish the rounds at 30 and I'm bush. Hey, wait a minute. What's the matter? Thought I heard something move. I don't hear nothing. Came from over there behind those crates. Yeah, give me the flashlight. Anything? I'm not sure. What's the matter? You've never seen a bat before? Well, you surprised me. That's all. Sure, sure. All right, come on. Let's go. No escape. I waited until the men's footsteps disappeared and then hightailed it back to my car. I'd been disappointed at not finding the guns but I might have stumbled on something even better. Another shipment, they said. The thought of nabbing those do-gooders red-handed warmed me all the way back to town. Heard in that barn gives him something to go on. It's a lead, but to where? Without some hard evidence, his hunch will remain just that. Nothing but a hunch. I've never been good at waiting, for something like a shipment of guns. To help pass the time, I went fishing with my friend Tim Carver. He found a spot about a mile downstream from Sutherland's place where the salmon were plentiful. Under a threatening sky, we put on our waders and went out into the river. Last week, my boy and I caught a big one right here in this spot. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't fish for salmon, especially since Mary left. Kinda helps ease the loneliness. Yeah? Then it's something I can share with my son. Oh, it's a relaxation all right. I just wish I didn't have things on my mind so I could enjoy it more. What's eating you? Yeah, I've been doing some detective work on Sutherland and his drug therapy program. Have you found out anything? Some. Nothing concrete yet. You sound like you're expecting something. I am, Tim, but I can't tell you about it just yet. Well, what makes you so sure those folks aren't what they claim to be? There have been a few too many strange things going on at that ranch. They got a strong hunch they're connected with that cult that was causing all the trouble down in California. They might even be in Cahoots with some terrorist. Oh, now hold on, Jake. We never had anything like that around here. And that is what worries me. I admit Sutherland is not the friendliest guy I ever met, but that don't mean he's a radical. Well, we'll see about that, Tim. We'll see. Hey, look. What's that red thing floating downstream? Looks like... like an apple. Here comes some more. Now, where do you suppose they're coming from? Look up there. A little ways upstream from us, partially hidden behind some saplings, was a man. He had one of those short haircuts. Why is he staring at us? You there! What are you doing? Why won't he answer? I don't like his looks, Jake. Me neither. I think I'll go have a talk with him. I started waiting upstream. Before I could get too close, the inhabitant, that's what he was all right, slowly raised a rifle and pointed it at me. We faced each other for a moment. Then the man suddenly turned and disappeared through the underbrush. By the time I climbed up onto the bank, he was gone. He'd left his jacket behind. I bent down and picked it up. It was an army field jacket that camouflaged the rioting. A little further on, I found some tired tracks in the grass. Nearby, there were a bunch of apple crates scattered on the ground. Most of them were still full of fruit. Under ordinary circumstances, I'd have brought that man in, but this time I let him go. I was pretty sure he hadn't recognized me and I didn't want to jeopardize that shipment. I kept the jacket as evidence. When I returned to town, I was surprised to see Sutherland's jeep in front of my office. He was waiting for me inside. Right away, I could tell this wasn't going to be a friendly visit. And then I saw the barn board, the one I'd used on that dog. He was killed last night. I want you to find out who did it. Killed? I paid $1,000 for those dogs. Their training alone cost half that much. Now, I want to know who's responsible. Are you sure it wasn't one of your own people? I don't know one of them who'd do a thing like that. Well, I don't know anyone either. Why would somebody want to kill a dog? Maybe he had a reason. What would that be? Whoever killed that dog did it because he didn't want to be discovered. He couldn't have been a burglar. Why not? How much could he carry on foot? I think the man who killed my dog was there to spy on us. Spy on you? Why? Because some people think we're freaks, weirdos. Sutherland, I think you're on the wrong track. I can't believe anyone would want to... We have nothing to hide, but I won't be spied upon. I'm going to instruct my men to shoot any intruder on sight. You can't do that. I can and I will, Sheriff. Unless you find whoever killed my dog and when you do, I want to see him. He won't be easy to track down. Then you better get started. Good day, Sheriff. If Sutherland was guilty of any crime, he sure didn't act like it. He was a tough one. But, despite his convincing bluff, I was more sure than ever that he did have something to hide. A week passed, and nothing happened. I began to fear Sutherland had been spooked into calling off the shipment. The evidence so far added up to nothing without the guns themselves. I had to find a way to clear the way for that shipment. Then I got an idea. On the premise that I was still tracking the culprit who killed that doberman, I drove out to the ranch to investigate. You haven't found that killer yet? No, not yet. You want that man found, Sheriff? I'll find him. I'll look around a bit if you don't mind. Maybe find some clues. I'll go with you. Where did you say that dog was killed? It was over by the barn. That big one over there? Yeah. Follow me. I found right here. I don't see any signs of his struggle. Why should there be? That dog didn't have a chance. Looks like there's still some blood on the ground. Here's something. What is it? Looks like your dog got a piece of that guy before he died. Here's a scrap of cloth that seems to be torn. Let me see that. It's a funny kind of material, isn't it? It's like camouflage. It is camouflage. Does that mean anything to you? I'm afraid it does. Didn't I see one of your people wearing a jacket like that? Yeah. Luke. He hasn't been wearing it lately. Well, I think we may have found your man. You want me to take him in? No. I'll deal with him myself. Termination to uncover this cult or whatever it was had caused me to do something I'd never done before. I had implicated an innocent man. And for an act I myself had committed. I consoled myself with the thought that Luke, along with his friends, would soon be accused of a far bigger crime. Because now, that shipment would surely go through. On Thanksgiving Eve, Sutherland's ranch was still under 24-hour surveillance. Tim's boy was spending the holiday with his mother, so he invited me and my deputies to share a turkey with him. We ate on rotating shippers. Two of us sitting down at the table while the other kept watch from the bluff overlooking the ocean. It was Joe's turn, as look out. More turkey, Jay? No, thanks, Tim. How about you, Bill? I'll have some more. Your cookie's not half bad. Thanks for the compliment. Jake, there's something I gotta say to you. What is it? You've been my friend for years. I've always respected you for having more good sense than most men. But I think you're carrying this surveillance business too far. I don't think so, Tim. I gotta play out my hunch. I've grown up by now. I hate to say this, Jake, but Joe and I aren't getting any tired of hiding in the bushes for hours shivering our tails off and getting soaked to the bone. All because of one of your hunches. Can't you see that we're getting close? Now, that shipment will be arriving any day now. And when it does, our trap is ready to spring. What trap? You didn't know as well as I do. We're under manned, not to mention underpaid. What if you say is true? Pretty soon we're gonna be outgunned to boot. I've alerted the Coast Guard. And the SWAT team is on non-drinking status. They're ready for action when I give the signal. The SWAT team? Jake, you've been watching too many cop shows on TV. From now on, this operation will be referred to as Code Apple. It's time I relieve Joe. He'll be getting hungry by now. I've seen it! I've seen it! Take it easy, Joe. I've seen the signal! Where? Off the coast, about two miles out. Here's National Automotive Sale. Save $48 to $92 on a set of four Sears Roadheadler radio tires. That's the largest savings of the year on Sears Best steel-belted radios. And get the full power of the maintenance-free Sears 48 battery for a full $7 off. Now, just $42.99 with freight in. This is the minimum national savings. Regular price varies in some markets. Sale ends July 28th. Super Values at most Sears tire and auto centers. 25% off on kids' winter jackets and coats. Another Super Value from Sears. Ah, summer. Grass growing. Fish jumping. Kids out fooling around. Winters coming. Sears will help you keep warm at 25% off. 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And then, peering through the dark, I saw it, the faint silhouette of a large ship offshore. There she is, Joe. How big is she? Here, look for yourself. I can't quite focus. There, there, I see her. Wow, she's big! Looks like a taller. Those guys must be starting an army. What do you suppose they aim to do? I don't know. All I know is we gotta stop them. That must be Bill. This is 22 Baker, 43. Charlie, 40? Thought you'd want to know, Sutherland just left the ranch. Which way was he headed? South, and he was hightailing it. Okay. Sit tight till I give the word. Right. There's one more thing. What's that? I'm sorry about what I said. You had a right to speak your mind. After all this is over, I'll buy you a beer. Hell, I'll buy you a whole six pack. Lock up there. Thanks. 10-4. I radioed the Coast Guard to stand by. Now I was faced with a big decision. To order in the troops or to wait. I knew Sutherland was clever and I knew he was cautious. I gambled that he'd ordered a heat run to see if they were being watched by police. I just prayed I was right. Joe and I kept watch through the night. Toward midnight, the rain lit up and the fog began to close in. We pulled blankets around us and listened to a lone fog horn as it sounded its melancholy warning. The steady rhythm of the waves breaking on shore seemed to repeat. You've made a mistake. Mistake. I had nightmare visions of apple crates filled with guns and ammunition slipping through my fingers. The next morning, I woke with a start. I didn't know when I'd fallen asleep. Today it was gray and unforgiving. Chef? What time is it? Almost 6.30. How long was I out? I don't know. I fell asleep too. You what? Did I do something wrong, sir? Give me those binoculars. I know they're here somewhere. Oh, here they are under the blanket. Come here. I can't see a thing. They must have pulled out during the night. I just hope we didn't miss the boat last night. No pun intended. Well, I'm a real hot sleeper. I would have heard if anything had gone on down there. I doubt it, Joe. Those waves are loud enough to cover any noise. And I'll wager those crooks know how to work fast and quiet. I still think I would have heard them. You have no choice now but to wait. We'll know by tonight. We'll know by the following day. And that night, Bill joined us on the bluff. Things were quiet. Too quiet. Then along about 10 o'clock, we noticed some activity down on the beach. I started breathing a whole lot easier. Joe spotted the ship again. She had no lights on. Then we saw something we've never seen in this part of the country. Hey. What's that? Where? Down there on the beach. See? It's moving toward the water. Looks like one of those landing crafts the army used during the war. I'll be darned. It's an amphibian. So that's the giant that made those tracks we saw that night near the ranch. This is some operation, boys. Hey, looky. There's Southern a sheep. Hand me the phone. This is 22 Baker 43 calling Coast Guard. And you read me. Affirmative, 10-5. Code Apple is a go. How soon can you get the boats and choppers here? I need a 10-20, Sheriff. Our CP is on a bluff above Seal Cove. The party's about to start on the beach right below us. The boats are heading out now. I can have the choppers there in five minutes. Well, don't move in until you see my signal flare. We'll be watching for it. 10-4. Down below, dark figures began darting around as the amphibian brought in its load. Apple creates dozens of them. The men started unloading and carrying the crates to the waiting army trucks. Sheriff, are we going to move in? No, no, no. Not yet. But they're going to get away? No, they won't. Not this time. An unexpected thing happened. As one of the men lifted a crate onto the truck, he lost his grip and it fell, spilling its contents onto the sand. I squinted through the binoculars. What I saw was not what I expected. Strawl there on the beach were not weapons, but neat cardboard packages wrapped in plastic. All at once it dawned on me. Sutherland was running a drug program all right, but the therapy was profit. He was smuggling the stuff. This really is big. Get ready, boys. I'm sending up the flare. Come on. Shouldn't we wait for the others? They'll be right behind us. Let's go. The wardens will be moving operations after this run. All the way, too. It's a secret. Most of them trust anybody. Police! You're under arrest? Anybody? Knock it off. Who's playing games? This is no game. This is a bust. Hey, they really are cops. Let them help! 12 suspects and confiscated over $30 million worth of high-grade marijuana. The kind of stuff headed for ski resorts and football stadiums. I found out later we'd broken up the largest drug smuggling ring in the region's history. But at the time I couldn't fully savor the capture. During the confusion, Sutherland had escaped. On the way back to town after the bust, he had to pick up a hitchhiker. He was typical of the hippie types that seemed to be attracted to our area. Unkempt, wearing dirty threadbare clothes and hiking shoes. He had on a floppy hat which hit his face as he got into the car. You know, you really shouldn't be hitching rides, especially late at night. It would be dangerous. It wasn't exactly the talkative kind. One other thing about him wasn't typical. His hair. I didn't see any below that hat. Were you headed? Self. I'm headed self. Even in a whisper I recognized my boys. I decided to play along for a while. Well, I'll take you as far as I'm going. You care for a cigarette? No thanks. I'm trying to quit myself. I think I'll have me an apple instead. Want one? No reply. I reached under the seat for an apple and I took my first bite. I turned to see a 38 pointed at my head. I did have a hundred with you, Sutherland. Take me to San Francisco. Great, I can't do that. Do as I say or I'll blow your head off. I don't think you will. Unless you want to get shot yourself. Huh? You see, I rigged up a little device for occasions like this. When I reached for that apple, I flipped the switch. Right now there's a gun somewhere in this car and it's pointed in your direction. All I have to do is press a button with my foot. How do I know you're not lying? You don't. You want to take that chance? You win. This isn't worth getting killed over. I'll take the gun. That's better. Now we can both enjoy the ride. Tell me, Sheriff, was there really a gun on me? You're not the only one who can run a good bluff, my friend. I should have known. Where are you taking me? To your new living quarters? You like my jail. It's real cozy. And just to make you feel at home, I'll make sure you have plenty of apples. Yes, sir. An apple a day for a lifetime. Our policy is satisfaction guaranteed or your money back. Sears where America shops for value. The value of a hunch was written by Anne Heath, produced and directed by Fletcher Markle. Your host was Howard Duff. Our star was Vic Perron. Featured in the cast were Marvin Miller, Jack Krushen, Stephen Markle, Jack Carroll, Dawes Butler, and Howard Culver. The music for Sears Radio Theater was composed and conducted by Nelson Riddle. This is Art Gilmore speaking. Associate director of Sears Radio Theater is Ken McManus. Sound effects were created by Bud Tollefson. Mark Trella is production supervisor and the recording engineers are Joe Wachter and Hal McDonald. The Elliott Lewis production of Sears Radio Theater is a presentation of CDI. Next Monday's Sears Radio Theater will be a story of the West with Lorne Green as your host. Let's listen. Terrible. They shoot everybody. The patches. He's a lying full cat troopers, me I. What's your name? Lopez, me Colonel. They'll be sure and tune in next Monday to the Sears Radio Theater. Entertainment with great music and more. People like Otis Thomas and Laurie Allen on KMLX FM, St. Louis. KMLX FM. The Sandinista supported junta in Nicaragua may take moves to have former president Samosa extradited. This is John Bohannon reporting on the CBS Radio Network. There's been some talk that the new regime in Nicaragua will ask the United States to help in returning Samosa to face a number of charges including misappropriation of money. George Natanson has the latest. As the present extradition treaty between Nicaragua and the United States does not take into account political crimes the sources here say the Nicaraguan request to extradite Samosa would be based on fraud and misappropriation of public funds. According to reliable sources the junta is building a strong case against the former dictator. In a recent statement, Sergio Ramirez nominal leader of the five member junta said that proof has been found that the Nicaraguan central bank issued checks to Samosa directly or to persons close to him in varying amounts totaling more than 8 million dollars. The checks were drawn from public institution accounts and dated just prior to Samosa being thrown out of office. Ramirez said the checks were intercepted and have been returned to Nicaragua. George Natanson for CBS News in Managua. Samosa had been living in Exile in Miami but about a week ago he left aboard a chartered yacht for what was described as a vacation perhaps in the Caribbean or in Europe or somewhere else. A spokesman for the new Sandinista back revolutionary government in Nicaragua says the regime is ready to hold elections. The election says the spokesman will be completely free something he says Nicaraguans have never seen. Cuba has reestablished relations with Nicaragua after a break of 18 years. President Carter has asked Mayor Neil Goldschmidt of Portland, Oregon to be his new transportation secretary and he wants former Mayor Moon Landru of New Orleans to be secretary of housing and urban development. Earlier today the Senate confirmed the nominations of Patricia Harris as secretary of health, education and welfare and the nomination of W. Graham Plater as deputy defense secretary. Mr. Carter is now at Camp David. Michael Shetley of Daytona Beach, Florida has an experimental car, a 1979 model which he calls a turbo diesel. He's been claiming that his car gets up to 110.6 miles per gallon but the Environmental Protection Agency tested the car and reported that it got only 34 miles per gallon in city driving and 52 miles per gallon on the highway. That's described as no better than most fuel efficient cars now available. But Michael Shetley says the EPA is wrong. There was a complete conspiracy to downgrade the American people and myself and they were successful at this point and I'm glad to see that it happened the way it did because I have got some facts and some documentation that we will use next week to prove that the EPA is nothing but a ripoff. The EPA also says Shetley's car flaunt pollution standards. Thousands of people are returning to their homes in parts of Indiana and Texas where flooding caused evacuations earlier in the week. Tropical storm Claudette caused the floods in Texas where five more people were reported killed today and raises the death count to seven because of the storm. Governor Bill Clemens says the storm has caused more than $700 million in damages along coastal areas of Texas. James McCacken of Tulsa, Oklahoma has reported a missing house. He bought an old wood frame house two months ago when he heard the city wanted to move it because of an e-highway. McCacken decided to have it moved himself but he says when he checked out the site this week there was nothing there except the