 It's time now for Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons. Ladies and gentlemen, Anasin and Kalinos present Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons. One of the most famous characters of American fiction in one of radio's most thrilling dramas. Tonight and every Thursday at the same time, the famous old investigator takes from his file and brings to us one of his most celebrated missing persons cases. Tonight's case is entitled, The Forgotten Cave Murder Case. So unnecessary to suffer from the pain of headaches, neuritis or neuralgia, when Anasin gives you such incredibly fast relief. There's a scientific reason for this fast action. Anasin is like a doctor's prescription. That is, it contains not just one, but a combination of medically proven, active ingredients. If you're one of those who've never been given Anasin by your own physician or dentist, let me urge you to try it. Get a handy box of Anasin tablets at your druggist tonight. For most effective relief, use only as directed. It's spelled A-N-A-C-I-N, Anasin. Now for Mr. Keen and The Forgotten Cave Murder Case. Our scene opens in the dark, damp recesses of a cave located deep in an ocean-side cliff on Long Island. Two men, both with small electric flashlights, are clambering over the slippery rocks, going deeper inside the tomb-like cave. Take it easy, Jim. His rocks are covered with slime. Let's have another look at that map, Ed. We can't be far from what we're after. Look, Jim, the cave breaks into two passages right ahead of us, and the map doesn't say which one to take. Maybe they come together again farther up. I'll tell you what, Ed. I'll take the left passage and you take the right. No, listen, Jim. Let's get out of here. I'm afraid. Oh, forget it. We may be 100 yards away from a million dollars, and I'm saying it through. I'm going into this part of the cave on the left. Jim! Jim! I'm going back. I'm not staying in this cave another minute. Jim! Jim! Jim, what happened? Did you fall? There's a knife in his back. He's dead. I must see Mr. Keen right away. Right away. Take it easy, young fella. What's got you so excited? I might glance at Mr. Keen's partner. Please let me see Mr. Keen immediately. Either I'm mad or there's been a murder. Prince Preservas, a murder. I overheard what this young man said, Mike. Come in, will you? Let's hear about it. My name is Ed Johnson, Mr. Keen. I'll never rest until I find who murdered my friend Jim Ramsey and got away with his body besides... Got away with his body, Mr. Johnson? Well, that sounds strange. Are you sure your friend was murdered? Mr. Keen, the local police thought I was a crank. They wouldn't believe my story. That's why I came here. Mr. Johnson, I suggest you sit down quietly and tell me just what happened. We were in a cave when Jim was murdered. In a cave? What were you doing there? Looking for hidden gold, Mr. Keen. Maybe pirates. That sounds like one of the fairy stories I heard at my mother's knee. Pirates gold. Let him proceed, Mike. Go ahead, Mr. Johnson. I realize it all sounds crazy, Mr. Keen, but it's true. I've known Jim Ramsey for over a year now. We were in the clam and oyster business on the Long Island coast. We bought a tract of land for our business. I see. On a deserted part of our land near the coast, there was an old abandoned house. The place was falling apart, but I've always been pretty handy with tools, and Jim was too. So you decided to repair the house and living it together near your work? That's right, Mr. Keen. And how did you get this idea of pirates gold in a cave, Mr. Johnson? We were repairing the chimney, Mr. Clancy, and we found a map under some bricks. A pirate's map in a chimney in an old house on Long Island. Still sounds like a fairy story to me. Mr. Johnson, I'm afraid Mike doesn't believe in buried treasure. But the map led us to an old forgotten cave. The cave was near the house, about 30 feet underground. That's where Jim Ramsey was murdered and disappeared. I guess you don't believe me either. But Jim's death was real. He was murdered. A knife in his back. I saw his body. Well, after the local police left, Mr. Johnson, did you return to the cave to look for your friend's body? I didn't have the map anymore. It was in Jim's pocket when his body disappeared. Besides, I was afraid I'd be murdered like Jim was. Mr. Keen, you're known as one of the cleverest investigators in the country. Someone's been murdered, and something must be done about it. Well, I'm honest to say, this whole thing sounds fantastic, Mr. Johnson. But I'll look into it. You mean you'll help me? I'll do what I can. When can you come to Long Island? Sometime this afternoon. All right. There's a train at 1. You'll get to Shellview at 3.30. I'll meet you at the station. Very well. Goodbye, Mr. Keen. Mr. Clancy, and thanks again. Goodbye, Mr. Johnson. So long. Sure, and you're not going to waste your time on a yarn like that, Mr. Keen. I'm almost as suspicious of it as you are, Mike, and yet I'm curious, too. Well, even the local police think this fellow Johnson's a little off-balance. Still, why would he come here to ask my help? There certainly is a cave. The police were there. Well, boss, do you think that he and his partner may have fallen in with some dope smugglers or something like that? You mean a gang who'd be using that cave to hide their loot? Sure. It's possible. Mike, I see you're becoming just as curious as I am. Well, there's only one thing to do about it. We're going out to that old house in Long Island and that secret cave and see for ourselves. Mr. Johnson said he'd meet us at the station, but I don't see him, Mike. I know it, Mr. Keen. He's got us way down here in Long Island on a wild goose chase. Are you gents looking for a taxi? I got one right over here. Hiram Web gents at your service. Oh, do you happen to know where the Johnson house is? You mean that old busted-down hen coop those two fellas lived in? Sure. I can take you there. Come along, Mike. Okay, Mr. Keen. Mr. Keen, the great investigator. Well, I guess you're here to look into that disappearing body business. Do you know anything about it, Hiram? I mean how Jim Ramsey disappeared so mysteriously. Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. One thing I do know, though, this section of the country, I know it backwards and forwards, and maybe I can help you out. Thanks, Hiram. Step into the taxi, gents. She ain't very fancy, but she'll get us there. Excuse me, is this a public taxi? Sure is, ma'am, but she's taken now. Oh, please, I'm sure these gentlemen won't mind. This is very urgent. I've got to get up to the Ramsey house immediately. The Ramsey house? Maybe it's known as the Johnson house. It's an old place my husband bought with Ed Johnson. Oh, your Jim Ramsey's wife? Yes. Margaret Ramsey. Do you know my husband? No, my name is Keen. My partner and I are on our way to that house ourselves. Mr. Keen, according to Johnson, wasn't this lady's husband the one who was murdered in that case? Murdered? No. No, I don't believe it. I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramsey, but it hasn't definitely been established. All we know so far is that your husband's body has disappeared. I guess you won't object now if I go in the taxi with you, Mr. Keen. Why, of course not. All right, Hiram, let's head directly for that old house. My husband Jim left me almost a year ago, Mr. Keen, and I only found out where he was during the past two weeks. We'd had a bitter quarrel. About what, Mrs. Ramsey? Another woman. She was very beautiful and artist, and she'd fallen in love with Jim. But we'd been through so much, I felt it was the final straw. How do you mean you've been through so much? Jim was a dreamer and something of a mystery even to me. I never heard him mention a word about his family. Oh, I see. He always believed he'd be able to find the gold at the end of the rainbow. Every time he came home with a new and sillier scheme to make money, my patience wore thin. Then his relationship with Anne Wharton finished me. Anne Wharton was the artist who was in love with him? Yes, Mr. Keen. Now, you tell me that Jim may be dead, that he was murdered. We're not absolutely sure, Mrs. Ramsey. Oh, thanks for service. Don't jam your brakes on like that, Mr. This taxi will fall right apart. Ah, that fella's half-blogging the road. Look as if his car's bussed down. Sorry if I'm in your way. I broke an axle on my car a few minutes ago. You know, if there's a phone nearby, I'd like to call for a tow car. There are no telephones in these parts, Mr. We're 11 miles from town. Yeah, I know that. I'm going to drop these folks off up the road a bit. If you want to come along, I'll take you to town on my way back. Well, if these gentlemen and this lady don't mind... Another door. Get right in the taxi. Thanks a lot. My name's Bly, Sanford Bly. Mine is Keen. This is Mrs. Ramsey. How do you do? My partner, Mr. Clancy. Hello. Glad to know you. Did you say Keen, sir? Yes. The well-known investigator? Well, I'm a salesman myself, Mr. Keen, Risk Watchers. Long Island's my territory. Ah, there's the Johnson House now, Mr. Keen, up ahead of us. I'm not sure the place looks as if it's ready to fall apart. I wonder where the cave is. The cave? What cave, Mr. Keen? Well, there's supposed to be a secret cave nearby, Mr. Bly. I was inside that cave a long time ago. It's underneath the house. We can stop right here, I reckon. Haram? 350. Mr. Keen. What is it, Mrs. Ramsey? Look, there's a woman on the ledge near the edge of the cliff. Yes, I see her. She seems to be painting something on an easel. It's Anne Wharton. My husband Jim's been seen here, and I was right. Oh, now, don't jump to conclusions, Mrs. Ramsey. I suggest we have a talk with Mrs. Wharton first. Haram. Yes, Mr. Keen. I've been waiting here with your taxi for a few minutes. Sure. I'll stay. Mr. Bly, would you mind if we delayed you? Not at all. I'll wait in the taxi. Come along, Mike. We'll go over there with Mrs. Ramsey and have a talk with Anne Wharton. Okay, boss. You can hear the surf now, Mike, and that cliff must overlook the sea. This place looks like a desert, boss. Nothing here but sand dunes, rocks, and that broken down old house. That's why my husband came here to such a deserted place. I'll never understand. Good afternoon. Good afternoon. Are you looking for... Oh, Mrs. Ramsey. Yes, I'm Mrs. Ramsey. May I ask what you're doing here, Mrs. Wharton? I'm painting a picture. The view is beautiful from this cliff. How far down is the sea? I'd like to take a look. May I ask where Mr. Johnson is, Mrs. Wharton? Mr. Johnson? Who's he? I don't know him. He's my husband's partner, and I'd like to know where my husband, Jim, is, too. I had no idea he was anywhere in the vicinity, Mrs. Ramsey. I don't believe you. Mr. King, boss, come here, quick. What is it, Mike? Look down below, Mr. King. St.'s Preservice, it's a man's body floating there in the water. A man's body, did you see me? Boss, look at his face. Do you see who that fella is? He's the one who came to our office. Yes, Mike. Jim Ramsey's friend. And even from this distance, it's easy to tell that the man is dead. In just a moment, we'll return to Mr. King and the forgotten cave murder case. Meanwhile, beware of unpleasing breath that breathes between the teeth. Use colonel's toothpaste with dental floss action. Those cracks and crevices where food particles can decay must be reached to have a really clean mouth. A welcome breath. Our dentist knows this to be true. Use colonel's toothpaste with dental floss action. Colonel's gives amazing dental floss action. That is, sends thousands of active cleansing bubbles to penetrate hard to reach dental areas. 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Now, when Mr. King and Mike appear at the scene of the crime, they find that Johnson himself has suffered his partner's fate and his body pushed off a cliff into the sea. A few minutes later, Mike has succeeded in recovering the body and as he and Mr. King examine it on the beach at the foot of the cliff. We were stabbed, Mr. King. There's a knife between his shoulder blades. Yes, Mike. Ed Johnson was stabbed and pushed into the sea. We'd better send word to the police in town. Well, we'll tell that hillbilly Hiram Webb to drive back in his taxi. Oh, here's Sanford Bly, the salesman. We picked up on the road. What's the trouble, Mr. King? He broke. Is he dead? Yes, Mr. Bly. He was murdered. Wait a minute. I've seen that man before. You have? Where? On the road, Mr. King, about a half an hour ago. Just before my car broke down, I passed a man and a woman walking along the side of the highway. And Johnson here was the man? Yes, sir. Look up there in the cliff, Mr. Bly. Mrs. Ramsey is standing near the edge with another woman, Miss Wharton. Why, that's the woman who was walking with Johnson on the road. Are you sure? I'm positive. She was wearing a beret, like an artist. I guess you and your partner, Mr. Clancy here, want to report this murder immediately. Yes. Right now, I intend to have a talk with Anne Wharton. And here's Miss Wharton, boss, and Mrs. Ramsey. What happened to that man who was floating in the sea, Mr. King? It was Mr. Johnson. He was dead, Miss Wharton. He was evidently murdered by the same person who killed Jim Ramsey. You mean Jim is dead too? Yes. But up to now, his body hasn't been discovered. I... I never knew. I never dreamed. Didn't you? Then what were you doing here? You didn't come to paint a picture. Miss Wharton, just why did you come here to this old house, if not to see Jim Ramsey? All right. I'll admit it now, Mr. King. I did come to see Mrs. Ramsey's husband. I hoped I could make up with him. What do you mean, make up with him? I made a mistake about Jim. I thought he'd left his wife for good when I fell in love with him. Later, when he broke off our relationship, I realized I was wrong. It was his wife he loved. Not me. Then why did you follow him here? I wanted to help him make up with you, Mrs. Ramsey. I don't believe her, Mr. King. It's true. Miss Wharton, you said before that you didn't know Jim's partner, Mr. Johnson. But Mr. Bly told me that he saw you walking along the road with him. That's right. He was the man whose body you just found. But I didn't lie to you, Mr. King. I only asked him the way to the ocean. I didn't know that man's name was Johnson. Oh, Miss Wharton, I suggested you and Mrs. Ramsey wait inside the house. Mr. King, you mean you're holding me on suspicion of murder? I'm holding you as well as everyone else, until this murder case is solved. I'm sorry if I implicated Miss Wharton, Mr. King. I didn't mean to make a suspicious character out of her. For that matter, I suppose I fall into that category myself. Why, Mr. Bly? Well, after all, my car broke down just a short distance from here, and I was near the scene of the crime. But only a homicidal maniac would murder for no reason, and you don't appear to be a maniac. By the way, do you have the correct time the police will want to know exactly when we found Johnson's body? Why, uh... It's five minutes to five, Mr. King. Boss, there's the taxi, but where's the hillbilly taxi driver? Oh, here he comes now. Well, Mr. King, I guess I may as well start back to town. Where have you been, Hiram? Just looking around a bit. We just discovered the body of a murdered man. What? I want you to report it to the town police immediately. I'll get back to town on my taxi as fast as I can. Mr. King! What is it? Come over here and look at this. What's the trouble? My tires. All four of them are flat. The car is useless. Four flat tires isn't exactly a coincidence. I'll say it ain't. Someone must have punched holes in them. Who's going into town to tell the police, Mr. King? May I make a suggestion? What is it, Mr. Bly? Well, my car is broken down, too, but I have four good tires. My car is the same maker's Hiram's, only much newer, of course. Now, if you wanted to take the trouble to switch tires, it might solve the problem. That's not a bad idea, Mr. King. Well, we can try it anyway, Mike. Well, between Hiram, Mr. Bly and myself, we can do the job in an hour. All right. Meanwhile, I'm going to take a look at that forgotten cave. The entrance is just below the cliff over there on the right, Mr. King. Near the old house. Well, Mike, perhaps you can switch those car tires yourself with only Mr. Bly's help. Oh, I think we can manage it, boss. What about me? You seem to know your way around here quite well, Hiram. I'd like you to guide me to the forgotten cave, to the place where Jim Ramsey's body was last seen. Well, here's the spot, Mr. King. At least as far as the police went. And how far into this cave did you go, Hiram? Well, no further than this. I don't mean on the day Ramsey's body disappeared. I mean, half an hour ago. What? When you left your taxi a little while ago, you came to this cave again. How do you know that, Mr. King? I noticed there was slime on one of your hands. And it came from these damp walls. I wasn't trying to put something over on you, Mr. King. I swear I wasn't. Then what were you doing in this cave? I was just snooping around. You found something, though. I can tell by your manner that you're hiding very important facts from me. Mr. King, I found the body. Jim Ramsey's body. Where? Come over here, Mr. King. See for yourself. Bend down and reach behind this flat rock. All right. Feel anything? Yes. The body of a man. Sundoubtedly Jim Ramsey. There's a small tunnel in there. But nobody had found it except me. I don't see how you found it, either, Hiram. I used to play in this cave years ago when I was a little shaver, Mr. King. I know every nook and cranny in the place. In just a minute, I can feel something in Jim Ramsey's pocket. Here it is. Well, I'll be damned. This is the so-called treasure map, Hiram. Do you know anything about it? No, Mr. King. I've been telling you the truth. I had nothing to do with them murders. Well, Hiram, I'm going to give you a chance to search yourself completely in the clear. Now, if you follow my directions carefully, you'll prove your innocence. I'll do anything you want me to do, Mr. King. Then go back to my partner, my Clancy, and give him this message and make certain no one else is present when you do. And if things develop as I think they will, our killer may discover it's not so easy to get away with murder. Is that you? Right, boss. Where are you, Mr. King? Over here, behind the ledge. Oh, thanks for the service. This cave gives me the creep, boss. Did you follow my instructions, Mike? Yes, sir. I went back to the house with Mr. Bly, and I told the two women you would found Jim Ramsey's body here in the cave, and that you and I were going to town to report to the police. Then I started the taxi and drove it out of sight and circled back here to the cave on foot. Did you search that car? Yes, Mr. King. What did you find? Nothing at all. Well, you may not know it, Mike, but you found a great deal. Let me see. It must be at least 20 minutes that you left them in the house. We ought to have a visitor inside this cave within... Boss, someone's coming. Yes. Our murderer, Mike. Hold your gun and your flashlight ready. Right, sir. Flash your light, Mike. What? Don't move, Mr. Bly. If you do, Mike Clancy will shoot the kill. Keen. Put this man under arrest, Mike, for the murder of Jim Ramsey and Edward Johnson. You're crazy, Keen. I never even knew Edward Johnson. You murdered Edward Johnson because he evidently ran into a clue that would have sent you to the electric chair for Jim Ramsey's death. That's a lie. You proved your guilt, Bly, by coming to this cave just now. Jim's body was hidden behind that rock where he caught you stooping. Only one other man knew that body was there. Hiram Wade. Then why don't you accuse him? Because the man who killed Ramsey wanted his body hidden forever. That was an important part of the plan. You came back to hide Ramsey's body in some other place, knowing we'd found it. And what was my motive, Keen? You can't just pick up a watch salesman and accuse him of murder. You're no watch salesman, Bly. You claim your line is wrist watches. And yet when I asked you for the time, I saw that you carried a pocket watch, not a very good advertisement for a man in your trade. Besides, I searched your car, Mr. since when does a salesman travel without sanfans? You were also clever about puncturing the tires of Hiram's taxi. At first, you thought it might prevent us from getting word to the police. Then you decided it would be smarter to lend us the tires from your car, just to make you appear more innocent. You still don't have a murder mode of Keen. Go through his clothes for identification, Mike. I have a feeling his name isn't Bly. No, don't you touch me. Take it easy, Mr. Get off with it. Here. This is wallet, boss. Oh, Bly's. Mr. Keen, his name is Ramsey. Sanford Ramsey. It's on this car registration. So you're related to Jim Ramsey. Look, I'll make a deal with you, Keen. In six months, I'll come into $3 million. Let me go free and we'll split, 50-50. $3 million, eh? Whose money are you inheriting? My uncle's. It was left to Jim, but it goes to me if Jim dies. He died in California six years ago and disappeared, but I finally caught up with him and decided to play this my own way. Now I understand why you wanted Jim's body to be missing. Jim Ramsey was gone for six long years, and one more would have made it seven. The man is declared legally dead after seven years, and you would have inherited the money. The way I planned it, Keen, no one will be the wiser. I knew about this old house and the cave. Then I put the map in the fireplace knowing Jim would fall for it, get in gold, search the place. I made that map myself, Keen. And you also made a case for the state that's foolproof. You mean you won't play along with me? Of course I will. As far as a prison cell and a judge's enjury... Why, you... Put the handcuffs on him, Mike. Mr. Sanford Ramsey, or Bly, if he prefers, is going on trial for murder in the first degree. And so Mr. Keen finds a solution to the forgotten caved murder case. The next time you're suffering from the pains of headache, neuritis, or neuralgia, try Anacin. You'll bless the day you heard of this incredibly fast way to relieve these pains. 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