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Besider stands Captain Logan, chief of the homicide bureau, and facing them is Ethelbroot, the head bartender, and the three look rather lonely. Right now, I bet you he's standing in the middle of a nice cool trout stream without a care in the world. Well, lucky dog. Well, we swelter here in the city. Well, we'll have our vacations later, Ethelbroot, after Casey's all finished with his, and we'll be able to top any fish stories he brings back with him. Yeah, we'll have a big advantage over the guy. Boy, I'd like to have a fishing rod in my hands right now, the creel over my shoulder, and a hat band full of flies. Oh, please don't, Captain. You get my mind off my work, and I gotta stay behind this bar for hours yet. You and Miss Williams at least have the rest of this day off. Yeah, we better start doing something about it, Miss Williams, and since Casey's away, how about an evening with me? Oh, I'd like it. Uh-uh. Maybe I'd better write the guy and tell him what goes on between you two. Go ahead, Ethelbroot. I'd like to worry the largest. So would I, but I'm afraid that any gossip he heard about us wouldn't worry him in the least, Captain. Where'd you like to go? How about driving out to the beach? You can have a swim. Oh, that'll be perfect. You two are breaking my heart. Yeah, we're sorry for you, wage slave. Let's go, Miss Williams. Come on. See you later, Ethelbroot. So long. So long. Hey, Walter, bring up some more of those dog-gone lemons. Hey, it's after four o'clock, and I'm hungry. Mm, me too. Or shall we go back into the Blue Note? Oh, I eat there so often. Let's go to Rodney's diner. That's a little joint. Can't get a better sandwich anywhere in town. And besides, I want to find out if Mamie got her engagement ring. Mamie? Mm-hmm. She's a cute little waitress at Rodney's. Oh, yeah, the very young one. You and Casey like. Mm-hmm. She just turned 17, and she has a very heavy romance. With a soda fountain boy at Snagel's. Oh, okay. We go to Rodney's. Tell me about the heavy romance. Well, a course of true love hasn't been running smoothly. Harold, and he's the boyfriend. Uh, the soda drink. Mm-hmm. He's 18. He's formally proposed to Mamie, and he's been formally accepted. But she can't consider herself formally and properly engaged until he gives her a diamond ring. Practical, yeah. Oh, she doesn't care if the diamond's no bigger than a pinpoint, just so it's a diamond. Oh, sure. Harold told her he was saving his money and that she'd get the ring for her birthday. But he didn't give it to her then. Well, what excuse did he make for not giving her the ring? He told her his money was tied up. But he promised faithfully that she'd get the ring yesterday. So I'm naturally curious as to whether he may go. Oh, Miss Williams, you're just naturally curious, period. Well, here's my car. We'll be at Rodney's diner in five minutes, get the vital information about Mamie's engagement ring, and it's us for the beach. Oh, it's nothing to do but relax. Oh, isn't it grand to have a day off? People in the corner, Miss Williams. Mm-hmm, that'll be fine, Captain. Oh, there's Mamie, sure. Hey, the kid looks so she's been crying. Oh. And she hasn't a ring on. The hero didn't come through, apparently. Oh, I'm so sorry. She had her heart set on. She's coming over here. Hello, Miss Williams. Hello, Captain Logan. Hello, Mamie. Hi, kid. What are you going to have? Why, um, just some coffee and, uh, lettuce and tomato sandwich. A double hamburger for me and coffee. I'll get it for you. Oh, wait a minute, Mamie. Yeah? Ah, never mind. Uh, you want to ask me about Harold, don't you, Miss Williams? Only you think maybe you shouldn't. Yeah. Did he give you your ring? I guess it'll do me good to tell a friend like you about it. He was in here only about half an hour ago and gave it to me. Well, then why are you so down on the mouth, kid? And why aren't you wearing the ring? Because it's a phony. A phony? Yeah. All I wanted was a little diamond, but I wanted it real. I've seen him advertised for as little as $23.75, only about $8 down and the rest in easy monthly payments. Genuine diamonds set in genuine gold. I'd have been satisfied with one of them, but I didn't want a piece of 89-cent junk. Poor kid. Harold lied to me. For months he's told me he was saving money for my ring. But now I'm convinced that Harold hurts Simon doesn't care anymore. He's fallen for somebody else, and he's given Harold what was to have been my ring. Oh, now I can't believe that. I've seen you and Harold together, and he's crazy about you. I think you're imagining things about your boyfriend, Mayden. I ain't imagining he broke his word to me, am I? That I waited over a week for a ring. He promised for my birthday, and then finally got something I wouldn't be seen wearing at a garbage collector's picnic. That's too bad. The ring he handed me today ain't only a phony, Miss Williams. It's an old, second-hand outer-style phony. He must have bought it off a push cart. I've got it here in my pocket. Look at it. The brass satin that doesn't even shine with them three big pieces of glasses. May me? Hey, waitress, how about taking my order? Right away, mister. Excuse me, Miss Williams. I'll be back in a minute. Captain, look at this ring. Yeah, it's certainly old-fashioned. Hey, these are real diamonds. Of course they're real. And about 10 carats a piece. In an antique filigree setting. Where did a soda fountain boy get anything like that? Yeah. Well, this must be worth it. Miss Williams. The antique jewelry collection stolen from Carlton Bishop two months ago. Yes. The most valuable ring of the lot. In a dull gold, 18th-century filigree setting, had three flawless blue-white, old-mind-cut diamonds in it, and the description fits this ring. Exactly. I'm sure that boy Harold couldn't have been the thief who stole the Bishop jewels. Before we speculate about that, I'll take this ring down to headquarters and make sure it's what we think it is. We're not jewel experts. Oh, uh, Mimi's coming back. Let me talk. Okay. I've ordered your sandwiches. They'll be ready in a minute. Fine hunk of junk, Harold. Give me a hand. Mimi, uh, I don't suppose Harold poached her where he got this ring. No, he just handed it to me and got right out, Captain. And he should have. The ring may not be as bad as you think it is. It seems the setting's gold. Looks like brass to me. Oh, and nobody sticks three big hunks of glass in a real gold setting. Well, they may not be glass. They may be, well, something a little better. Zircons, maybe? Uh, maybe. I suppose I take it to a jeweler and find out for you what they are. Okay. And Mimi, don't tell anyone that you let me have the ring. Especially don't tell Harold. I won't even see that drift. Oh, the counterman setting out one of my, what, a stews me out here. I don't see it headquarters about that ring, Captain. Now, Mallory is in charge of the Bishop robbery investigation. Oh, Captain Mallory, hmm? Yeah. You and he, uh, don't get along well together. Well, Mallory's a good cop, Miss Williams, but strictly off the record, he's a credit hog. He's butted into several cases of mine where he had no right to it. Ah. What's that, uh, for? This ring may be the key to the Bishop robbery and I might teach Mallory a lesson by butting into one of his cases and cracking. Oh, that I'd love to see happen. Miss Williams, this is our day off. Shall we take a busman's holiday? Captain Logan, the beach is out. You sleuth and maybe I get an exclusive story. Our story will continue in just a moment. 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For convenience, demand your favorite brand in the new anchor glass one-way no deposit bottle. A product of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. This ring is definitely one of the pieces stolen from Carton's Bishop Logan. I thought it was, Mallory. Won't you get it? I found it. Found it? After a great deal of hard work. Captain Logan worked his fingers to the bone searching for that ring, Captain Mallory. Practically, that is. Is that so, Miss Williams? You know the Bishop robbery is my case, Logan. Why have you went to... The Evanston murder was my case, Mallory. And the Barelli stabbing and the Weissabed. Oh, so that's the way it is, sir. I don't know what you mean. Okay. I'll play it that way. Thanks for the ring. Thanks for your identification of it, sir. Come on, Miss Williams. We'll resume our interrupted holiday. See you later, Mallory. Yes. I'll see you later. Harold's in the druch store, Captain Logan. You can see him through the window. A long, skinny kid back of a soda fountain there. He doesn't look like a crook, Miss Williams. And then crooks seldom do look like crooks. Well, I can't believe it. He had anything to do with the Bishop robbery? Yeah, at that ring, Mallory identified. Does the boy know you? Mm-hmm, yeah. And a lot of people in the store, someone might recognize me as a cop. You go in and get the kid out. I'll talk to him here in the car. Well, what excuse shall I give him? Tell him who I am. I want to see him, but don't tell him why. He has anything on his conscience. I'll be watching through the window to make sure he doesn't try a runaway. Oh, okay. I'll bring him out here. Captain Logan, this is Harold. Please, please, to meet you, Captain Logan. Miss, Miss Williams said you wanted to talk to me. Yeah. Well, what's this all about? Miss Williams was sort of mysterious. Haven't you any idea what it might be about, son? No, sir. It's about a ring. A ring? That ring you gave Mamie. The stolen ring. How'd you find out I stole it? Oh, you did steal it, Harold. No, it wasn't stealing, Miss Williams. I was only taking part of what he owes me. Carlton Bishop, old Jew something? Carlton Bishop? Well, who did you take the ring from, Harold? My cousin, Louis. Your cousin, Louis? Yeah, I thought you knew. We know, son, but why don't you tell us the whole story? I might as well. I'll feel better when I get it off my chest. Of course you will. I know Mamie has talked a lot to you, Miss Williams. So you know I was saving money for her engagement ring. Yes, Harold. Well, I'd saved almost $100. I was going to get her a real swell diamond ring. Louis said he could get me one at wholesale. So I gave him the money. Louis didn't deliver, huh? No. I found out he'd lost my dough in a dice game. Nice boy, your cousin. Louis swore up and down he'd give me my money back, but he was going to be yesterday. He said he had a better and a horse that was a sure thing. Louis seems to be quite an operator. And then came yesterday and no money from Louis. I couldn't even find Louis, Miss Williams. But they got desperate. I went to his room and house with my mind made up to wait there till he came in, no matter how long it took. And if he didn't pay up, I was going to take it out of his hide. That idea, Aunt Merritt. How'd you get that ring, sir? While I was sitting alone in Louis' room, I got thinking of something he used to do when we were kids together. He's about your age? A year old at 19. Louis always had a loose board in the floor of his room at home with a space underneath where he hid things, like you see sometimes in the movies. I was wondering if he didn't have a hiding place like that in his room. I turned up the rug, began looking in it and pretty soon I found it. The ring was hidden there? The ring in a lot of other space jewels. Uh-oh. Old-fashioned stuff, like the ring, Harold? Yes, sir. Necklaces, bracelets. All of it looked like it'd come out of a junk shop. I took that crummy ring because it was a glass, and it looked almost like diamonds. I just had to have some kind of an engagement ring from Mamie. How did you take anything besides the ring? I put the rug in the board back in place and left. Well, I ain't a thief, Captain. I only took back a little part of what that Heel Louis owes me. We're going to pay a call on that Heel Louis, and if you told me the truth, son, you won't have to worry about what he owes you. There's a whopping big reward offered for the return of the Bishop Jewels. What? Bishop Jewels? We'll explain that on the way to Louis. This is Louis Roman House, Captain. 409. It's got too dark to see numbers, kid. I'll park right here. You're almost in front of it. Come on, Miss Williams. Mm-hmm, okay. The door of Louis' rooming house left open? No, we have the ring. But Mrs. Pettingill, the landlady, knows me. She'll let us go up to Louis' room. I'll press the button. I don't tell the landlady or anybody that I'm a cop. All right. I... It's hard to believe what you and Miss Williams told me in the car, Captain. Louis' a heel and a chiseler, but I never thought he'd steal, or at least not anything big. Someone's coming to the door. You do the talking, kid. Yes, sir. Uh, evening, Mrs. Pettingill. So you're back again. Yes, sir, Mike. I want to see my cousin. I want to see him myself. He hasn't come in. We'll go up to his room and wait. All right. But I'll be down here watching when you go out. Yeah, what's she mean by that, Harold? I don't know. She ain't a very friendly woman. Yeah. Now, where's Louis' room? Four flights up. Oh, it would be. This is Louis' room. Yeah, the door wasn't locked. He never locks it. I'll turn on the lights. Now, let's close the door. Is this room just as you left it, Harold? It looks the same to me, Captain Logan. Now, roll back the rug and show me that loose board. Yes, sir. Here it is. Now, lift the board as you did before. Okay. It's a pretty tight fit. I've got to use my pocket knife. There. Look, Captain, the space underneath that board is empty. Where's the jewelry? You say you left there, Harold? I don't know. He was full of stuff and I left it. I swear I did. Louis must have come home. The landlady says he hasn't come home. Someone's been here. Say what is this? What's going on? What's going on? Oh, hello, Harold, old pal. Why, you got my carpet rolled up. I want to ask you some questions, Louis. So do I. Step inside, young fella, and we'll close this door. Who are you, mister? Who's this lady? Never mind the formal introductions. What do you have under that loose board on your floor? Nothing. I didn't know there was a loose board there. You're lying, Louis. You always had a place like this where you hid things. That's way back when we were kids. It's now, too. You had jewelry hidden there this afternoon. Stolen jewelry. You're nuts. No, I saw it. I took a ring from it. Because I thought it was only phony stuff. Now I know it was real and that you came back here after I left and took the rest of it away. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm going to make you tell. Take it. Hold it, kid. Hold it. Harold, what time did you leave here with that ring this afternoon? About half past two. Where have you been since half past two, Louis? I've been shooting cool and I can prove it. Now look here, mister. I don't get this at all. If you're a cop, I ain't done nothing. Except maybe I owe my cousin a couple of bucks. You owe me a hundred. You're a crime to owe. And if anybody thinks I've ever done anything funny in this room since half past two this afternoon, I just ain't been here. We're going to find out about that. I'll do the finding out, Logan. Well, Captain Mallory. Hello, Mallory. Had a hunch. You tell me after we left headquarters. And I've been listening outside this door while you've developed my case against these two punks. Well, it's open and shut. Miss Louis stole the Bishop's jewels on the floor. I didn't steal anything. I don't know what the store... Shut up. And the other punk found them and glommed the whole lot. I only took that ring. And you shut up. You took everything. You didn't believe the stuff was funny. You know exactly what it was. Now what have you done with it? I haven't done anything with it. I haven't stolen it. Take him down to headquarters, boys. Captain Mallory, wait a minute. This is my case, Captain Logan. Take him to the car, boys. I'll tell you guys... I don't think you're all together wrong, putting heavy pressure on both of those boys, Captain Mallory. Oh, really, Miss William? Yes. Louis is no bargain. But I believe Harold told us the truth. When he left here this afternoon, he had nothing but that ring with him. And then his cousin came back... How did Louis, his cousin, get into the room? Throw the window? He walked in through that door, of course. All right, come in here, Mrs. Pattengill. All right. This is the lad, lady here. We've met her. Mrs. Pattengill, tell this lady and the officer what you just told me. Nobody came through this here door from the time that Harold, boy, closed it when he left the room at half past two until he came back here with you two. I know because the door was watched every minute for the very good reason that that Louis fellow owes me three weeks' rent. And when a rumor owes his land, lady, he's watched. Furthermore, I'm personally acquainted with Mr. Mrs. Pattengill and know they're on the level. Well, thanks for bringing me that ring, Captain Logan. It helped me break my case. So long. So long, Captain Mallory. Yeah. Well, we should have gone to the beach, Captain. Yeah. Do you think those Pattengills are on the level? Well, Mallory wouldn't have vouched for them unless they were 100%. Well, then Harold lied to us. He didn't take just the ring. He took everything. I believed him, Miss Williams. And it's a professional habit of mine to disbelieve. Well, I believed him, too, Captain. Maybe someone was spying on him when he found that loose board and the stuff underneath it. And after he left... The only way anyone can see into this room is through the window. Well, it's four stories above the ground. But there's a window directly opposite. A dark window in the next house. And it's a good 15 feet away across that court. If anyone saw Harold from there, they couldn't have gotten across afterwards. Wait a minute. Come here beside the window. OK, but what... Now, look... on the windowsill. Scratches? Yeah, fresh scratches. Kind of man's shoemakes. You think someone came in this window? Yeah. But no one could jump across that wide court. Not even a human fly could climb up those smooth walls. That guy couldn't have come down to the roof either. Well, then how? Oh, wait. I think I've got it. This window once had shutters. Yes. When the shutters were taken down or rotted away, nobody bothered to remove their hinges. A strong old-fashioned hinges set in concrete. Well, I don't see what... I'm turning out the lights here. Now we'll get out of this room and close the door. Captain, what on earth? No, I may get the Bishop Jewel thing. Do you mind explaining... Now, come on. We're going down to the street and wait outside that house next door. When we see someone come out of that house with a bag or suitcase in his hand and something he can't pack in a bag or suitcase, I'll be sure I figured right. Something he can't pack into a bag or suitcase? Yeah. A duplicate of something that Lug Casey has been enjoying himself with all day. Now that we're all set outside the house next door, Captain, will you take me into your full comfort? Sure. Here's the way I figure it. A thief who got away with the Bishop Jewel is an experienced crook, and he knew he had to let this stuff cool off before he attempted to market it in its most valuable form. While it was cooling off, he didn't want it close enough to burn him if we cops walked in, and he didn't want it so far away that he couldn't keep an eye on it. He planted it in a house he didn't live in where he could watch it through a window. That's my guess. He put it under that board in Louis' room. And he was watching when Harold found the loose board this afternoon. Ah, so he had to move it to a new hiding place. Well, how did he get in here? Mrs. Pettengill would have seen him if he'd come in the front door. How could he come across the court? He couldn't jump, he couldn't climb, he couldn't get down from the roof. He pulled himself across. Pulled himself? With his hands. And I figure he just pulled himself back again. When you, Harold, and I arrived, he'd been waiting for the cops to clear out of this neighborhood so he could make a getaway. But how did he pull himself across that court with his hands? And what is the duplicate of something that Casey's using on his vacation? No quiet. The guy's coming out of that house. Oh, he has a suitcase in his hand. And something too long to be packed in the suitcase. A fishing rod. A trout rod. Now I'm sure... Let go of me, what's the big idea? I'm a cop, and I'm searching you. Ah. Oh, he had a gun in his pocket. Oh, so this little bag, Miss Regos. Look what's inside. The fish of jewels. Ah, ah, ah. And we'll just turn them over with this guy to Captain Mallory. It's his case. Join the crowd at the blue note in just a moment. Too many people are talking about the heat. I want to talk about something cool. So let's imagine a big frosty picture with ice cubes tinkling against its crystal sides, ice-cold lemonade or iced tea or delicious fruit juices. Now, whatever cool drink you serve, it will look better and taste better when poured from a new sunburst crystal pitcher. Now, what is a sunburst crystal pitcher? Why it's a radiantly beautiful two-quart crystal pitcher in the magnificent new kind of crystal the whole country is talking about and admiring. It picks up light like a diamond and scatters it in a thousand flashing rays. And here's the surprise. Captain Mallory owns one of these magnificent sparkling sunburst crystal pitchers for only 50 cents. Yes, only 50 cents or slightly more in distant cities. Look for it tomorrow in the windows and on the counters of the retail stores of America. Sunburst crystal is a product of anchor hocking. The most famous name in glass. A vet Captain Mallory wasn't happy at all when you handed him them Bishop jewels together with a guy who really stole them, Captain Mallory. Oh, of course he was. Ethelbert has a good cop. He was glad to see the case properly solved. Mm-hmm. He was as glad about it as a movie star when a co-star steals the picture. Uh, Shay, you ain't told me yet how that thief got across the 15-foot court four stories above the ground. That was simple, Ethelbert. He pulled himself across with his hands. Uh, what? I don't get it, Miss Williams. Uh, I might not have tumbled to it if I hadn't been envying Casey his fishing trip vacation. Trout rods were on my mind. How does a trout rod have... The thieves had a 12-footer when the sections were fitted together. Holding it at arm's length, Ethelbert, and leaning out of his window, he could reach one of the old shutter hinges but a strong steel cable that hooked onto the shutter hinge. And he fastened the other end of the cable to a steam pipe in his own room. Then, using heavy gloves, he pulled himself across the cable hand-over-hand. It wasn't a difficult stunt. And when he went back across the court, he unhooked the cable with his trout rod and drew it in. Oh. It ain't difficult when you figure it out. Or is it? You figure it out, Ethelbert. She knows everything. And she has forgiven Harold all. What's worse, she's gonna marry the guy. And with the reward those two brats will collect from Carlton Bishop. Harold's not only buying her an engagement ring but a wedding band and furniture. How about Louie? Oh, Louie still owes Harold a hundred bucks. And chances are, he always will. Prime photographer, starring Starrts Cotsworth as Casey each Thursday by the Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation. Makers of Fire King Oven Glass. Anchor Glass Containers. Anchor Caps and Closures. All products of Anchor Hawking. The most famous name in glass by Archie Blyar. And the program features Miss Jan Miner as Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbert. Captain Logan is played by Bernard Lenbro and Herman Chittison is the blue-note pianist. 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