 The Equitable Life Assurance Society presents This Is Your FBI. This Is Your FBI, the official broadcaster from the files of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Presented as a public service by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States and the Equitable Society's representatives in your community. Today, representatives of the Equitable Life Assurance Society have been busy ringing people on the phone. Telling their friends about the important announcement that is coming on this program tonight. How are you tonight, Earl? Why, hello. I'm fine. Well, Earl, I just called up to tell you that the Equitable Society has some good news in the middle commercial of This Is Your FBI. Equitable has just put out a new and enlarged edition of their famous fact-finding charts for fathers and mothers. If you listen to that middle commercial, you'll find out how to get a copy of the new fact-finding chart for fathers and mothers, published by the Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States. Tonight at the FBI file, the round-trip murder. To the decent law-abiding citizen, all criminals fall into the same category. A contemptible, greed-infested mob of corrupt immoral thieves about whom the police should do something. But to the criminals, other criminals are divided into sharp and distinct classes. For some, he has only the loathing disdain that everyone else feels. They are the dregs of that distorted social order people used to call the underworld. For others, he has some regard because they make their illicit living in the same manner he does, and he watches them to see whether there is anything he can learn about the business of crime. His regard for them ends when they are apprehended by the police. For that to him indicates that they were clumsy, and he cannot forgive clumsiness. But there is one criminal to whom all others look with respect, even after he is caught and convicted, because he is the fight-collar worker among the criminals. His is the crime they aspire to commit. He is the swindler. The next file opens in the first-class cabin of an American transatlantic liner. The cabin is occupied by a tall mustache gentleman who is obviously enjoying the luxury of the trip, but there is a knock at the door. Come in. Good evening, sir. Good evening, sir. Can I have a mixture drink, sir? Yes, please. May I have one on the soda? Okay. Here you are, sir. Thank you. Uh, I packed your bags this afternoon, sir. So I know this. Thank you, sir. Will there be anything else? Not right now. It's been a fine trip, hasn't it? Yes. I guess you're anxious to get home again, eh, Mr. Lemoine? What? Oh, oh, yes. Very anxious. That's what I always say. You never know how much you miss the good old U.S. day until you take a trip like this. Yeah, that's true. I, uh, packed your bags before any of the others. Thank you, Mr. Lemoine. I did it for a special reason. Oh. What was that? I was looking for something. What? I was looking for your passport. Well, I admire your brightness. And I admire your courage. What are you talking about? I found the passport. You told me what I wanted to know. What is this? Your passport is in the name of George Lemoine. That's right. A man named George Lemoine was a passenger on this ship about two months ago. I was restored. And this is his passport, not yours. Look, I've heard enough of this. I'm only beginning. Get out of here! And go to the captain? He'd be real interested in this, you know. Shall I see him? What do you want? How much? Enough to make me forget. I'm a figure. Well, suppose you tell me what your angle is, then I'll know how much to... Angle is my business. How about a thousand? Pounds? Or dollars? Dollars. Not enough. That's as far as I can go. Make it five. I haven't got five. Split the difference. Only five hundred. That's right. Yeah, get me my travelers' checks. Where are they? You know where they are. You can throw my luggage. Oh, yeah. They were in this bag. And that's where they're going to stay. The next morning in the local FBI field office, special agent Jim Taylor is seated at his desk when Agent Haskell approaches. Oh, hello, Deg. Hello, Jim. When did you get back in town? Last night, huh? Just handed in my report and the boss asked me to check with you. What's this one about? Well, we got an inquiry from Scotland Yard in the mail. What kind of a crime? A man was murdered in London. They couldn't find any identification in his room or in his bags. Oh. But they found an American flag tattooed on his left arm and the letter's USN tattooed underneath the flag. Sounds like a Navy man. Yes, he was. I had the Prince checked in the service files and turned out to be a veteran named George Lemoine. Have you notified Scotland Yard yet? Yes. Boss cabled him as soon as his ident gave us the report. What's the case then? We got another cable back from them telling us that some other prints were found in Lemoine's room. Do they know whose prints they are? No, they checked through their files and they didn't have them, so they're sending them along to us. Well, they should be in tomorrow morning, then. That's right. Who was George Lemoine, Jim? As far as I can gather, Deg, he was a legitimate businessman. He couldn't have been very old if he was a veteran. No, no, he was 36. He'd done a four-year hitch in the Navy. Had a very good war record. What was he doing in England? Apparently, he went over there on business. What kind of business was he in? Men's clothes. From what I can gather, he went to England to make a deal for some British woolen. I see. He'd been stationed there during a war for a while, and I imagine he'd made himself some prints. Any obvious motive for his murder? None that we can find over here or that Scotland Yard can find over there. We wouldn't be carrying any large amount of cash on a business trip. No, he'd arranged for credit with a bank over here for his purchases. You think there's anything we can do to get those other prints in the mail? I don't know, Dick. Let's go out and see if there's anything else we can find out about the morning. Nobody gets murdered without a motive. If we can find that, maybe it can help find the killer. Come in. Charlie. Charlie, no. That's right. Well, I'll be... What are you doing here? Came to see you. I mean, what are you doing in this country? Where'd you get back? I just got off the boat this morning. No, but I thought... I heard you were in a jug in Paris for a real long stretch. I was. But there are ways of getting out of those places, Danny. Oh, sure, sure. Well, you look like you've been doing fine. I've been breaking even. That's fair enough. Why'd you come back, Charlie? I want to see somebody. Oh, Eloise. Oh, oh, have you seen him? No, I can't find him. Have you seen him, Danny? No, Charlie, no. I haven't laid eyes on him since he went away. She's got all my dough. She was supposed to send it to me. Are you sure you ain't seen him? Oh, Charlie. Would I lie to you? I didn't say you were lying. I'll try someplace else. Come on, Danny. We had on George Lamoine. Oh, did you find anything? No. It's an apartment house, and apparently Lamoine took only those clothes he'd need on the trip. Dick, was he married? No, he lived along. Oh, I got a call while you were out. I had to go over to Pier 38. On this case? Hmm. It seems that there was a steward on the ship that came in from England this morning who had been assaulted and left in a closet in one of the cabins. Whose cabin was it? According to the passenger list, it was George Lamoine. What? I guess whoever murdered Lamoine stole his passport and then booked the passage immediately. Did you get any description of the man who called himself Lamoine? Yes, but it wasn't too good. When was the steward attacked? Right before the ship landed. Well, it makes it a crime on a high seas. That's right, Dick. It's our jurisdiction. Were there, um... were there any prints in the cabin? Yes, there were a couple on a highball glass and, well, there were some others scattered on the cabin. No ident on them? Not yet. I sent them through since I got back. How about those prints that Scotland Yard was air-mailing? Make them in? Yes, I sent them along at the same time. Did you, uh, get to talk to the steward? Mm-hmm. He had just come to when I got to the boat. What was his story? Well, he said that he'd delivered a highball to Mr. Lamoine's cabin. And that Lamoine hit him on the head. He doesn't remember anything after that. Who is the steward? What's his name? Alvin Spencer. Or I've checked. He has no criminal record. But why would the murderer, and I assume that's who was using the passport, want to knock out the steward? Well, it's barely possible that Spencer found out that he wasn't Lamoine. That's true. Spencer says, incidentally, that he had no conversation with the passenger at all. That's a little hard to believe, Jim. You know, Dick, I think maybe we'd better keep an eye on Spencer. Sounds like a good idea. In the meantime, we'll just wait for that report from my dentist. It should tell us who Mr. Lamoine's killer was. Hi, let's meet him. Charlie just left here. Charlie? Charlie Norwood? What other Charlie would be bad news? But he's supposed to be in Paris. Yeah, he's right here. It's both dark this morning. Well, I thought he was in jail over there. Do you think he knows anything? What? What did you tell him? Look, are you all packed? No. No, I sent for my bags about ten minutes ago, but I didn't think we were going to go away until tonight. Where will we go? I don't know, but any place will do. Any place but here. Whatever you say. Okay. Get your stuff packed. I'll pick you up in about an hour. I'll come up when I... Oh, hold it a second, honey. Just a minute. The boy's at the door in the other room with my bag. I'll see you in an hour. Okay. Bye, baby. Goodbye. It's open. Is that the boy with the bag? Uh-huh. Oh, well, thanks. Just put them down. Uh, is it still raining out? I think I'll be able to get a cab. I'll need one in about an hour. Where you going? Charlie. We will return in just a moment through tonight's file which shows how your FBI promotes security for the nation. Now let's bring this question of security closer to home. Earl, you're a regular listener to this program. You've heard me mention the Equitable Society's new fact-finding chart for fathers and mothers. Well, yes. 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And that is that they are prepared once they have committed their first crime, to stop at nothing in their effort to live the easy life. The accompanying fact that they must be stopped before it is too late is obvious to anyone who has made a study of the figures on our current crime waves. A large western city in a period of one week this month, January 1948, saw 976 crimes committed. Crimes which ranged from auto theft to kidnapping and murder. It is not impossible to stop the crime wave. One mid-western city, for instance, imprisoned more people in the past year than it had in any of the past 20 years. But that is only a start in the war on crime. A war which cannot be fought exclusively by your local police or by your FBI. This is a war in which you are involved. Because you are the criminal's victim. And the only way in which it will be won is with your incessant, painstaking cooperation. Next file continues in the FBI field office. Oh, thanks, Dick. I think these are just what we've been waiting for. Let's hope so. Here, Dick, take a look at this. The prints I found on the cabin on the board and the prints that Scotland Yard sent us match up. Who's are they? Charles Norwood. I remember him. He sent his record along with the prints to him. He's received quite a lot of publicity in the course of his career. He should have. Here, what are the jobs he's done? See. He's just about the cleverest swindler in the business. Hmm, 40,000, 60,000. He certainly doesn't swindle anyone for peanuts. No. But somehow I thought he was still in jail. So did I. But according to this record, he was released several months ago. I immediately went to Europe, Charles. There's a notice here from the French police. He was picked up on a swindling charge in Paris. Sentenced to a long prison term there. He must have gotten out of that cellar. Then he went to London and killed Le Moyne. That seems to be it. Dick, we've got a picture of Norwood in our files. It's on a wanted notice that we sent out on him. I remember it. Why don't you get it and go down and see the steward? Find out if he recognizes Norwood. He's the man who slugged him. Okay. Meanwhile, I'm going to send out some feeders and see if I can locate anybody else who's seen Norwood. I'll meet you back here at the office in an hour. Oh, gee. Yes, Charlie. You figured I'd stay overseas, huh? Well, I... I didn't know. Well, when did you get back? Early this morning. I've been looking for you ever since. I went to three different places. You left no forewarning address. Well, you found me now. That's all that matters. Come here, honey. Well? Let me hold you. Oh, you don't know how much I've missed you. How much I've missed holding you like this. I saw Danny this afternoon. Danny who? Danny Phillips. Huh? Where'd you run into? At the place where he's always lived. I went there to get your address. Huh? I haven't seen Danny in months. Quit lying. I've got the whole rundown on you two. You've been going around with him ever since I left. That's not true. I saw your brother. That's not true. I saw your picture in his room. I don't know where he got it, Charlie. You gave it to him. I saw the autograph. But you don't know him. I know plenty. In fact, I know that Danny Boy's on his way over here right now to meet you. Who told you that? I was outside your door when he called you. He never called me. Stop lying. I said, I know he called you. I'm going to wait right here for him to show up. That's not a dick. You look kind of dumb. Hi, Jim. I can't make any theories stand up in this case. What's wrong now? I came back from seeing the steward and he positively identified the picture of Norwood as being the man who slugged him. Well, at least we know that much for a certain amount. Yes, but I also checked on the steward and he's in the clear. If he's hiding anything, he's hiding it very well. Well, I think our job in this case is clear enough, though, Dick. All we've got to do is find a girl named Eloise. How does she fit in? I've been doing some work myself while you were checking on the steward. Who is Eloise? Norwood's old girlfriend. Her name at one time was Eloise Williams. What do you mean, at one time? Well, I found the cab driver Norwood used when he left the pier after the boat landed. Where did he take him? Two or three different rooming houses. Oh, it isn't the kind of stuff at a rooming house. Is he, Jim? No. No, he was looking for the celloies. She used a different last name at each place. He had a picture of her and the landlady at each of the three places said that she had lived there, but had moved. What happened to the third place? Why did he stop there? He gained it with dead end. The third landlady had no forwarding address. She's probably using still another last name now. Yeah, I would assume so. You know, I'm afraid it's going to be difficult to find her. Have you sent out any alarm? Yes, I asked the local police to check rooming houses and hotels. But I'm afraid we won't have time enough for them to check all of them. Why? Dick Norwood committed that murder because he wanted to get back here for something. And I don't think he's going to wait too long to get what he came for. Where did the cab driver take him after the third rooming house, Jim? To, uh... Let's see, where is it? Oh, here it is. To 73rd Street and 2nd Avenue. He says he drove away without saying which building he entered. Oh, there are a lot of apartment houses around there. I know, but I found one on 73rd Street that might do us some good. Which one is that? Well, according to his record, the last time Norwood was arrested, the arrest was made at the apartment of a friend of his named Danny Phillips. I called the superintendent of the building, but he was out. He'll be back in about 15 minutes. Well, why don't we run up there and talk to him? Fine. But first, let's pick up a search warrant for Phillips' apartment. That must be your friend Danny. We'll go. Let him in. Charlie, you're not going to... Let him in, I said. Very well. Come in, Danny. I got here as soon as... All right, Danny. Charlie, we've been waiting for you. You... you found her, huh? Stop the routines. I know the score. Look, Charlie, I can explain. You don't have to. You're welcome to her. I don't want any part of it. You mean you're not sure? I just came here for one thing. Eloise, I gave you 45 Gs when I left. Where is it? I haven't got it. Oh, give me that. I've spent it, Charlie. I didn't think you'd come back, so I spent it. You didn't spend 45 Gs. I'd live in a cheap room in houses. Yes, I did, Charlie. I'm... Danny, if I were you, I'd advise her to tell the truth. You'd come out a lot better for both of me. But, Charlie, she is... I got a gun here, kid. It wouldn't bother me a bit to use it. Eloise, you'd better level with her. How much you got left? About 25,000. Where is it? In a hotel safe downstairs. Crawlin' hasn't sanded up. All of it? Do like he says, honey. Danny, we won't have any money to get married on. Just get that dough up here. Danny Phillips lives in apartment 417, Dick. It should be down this way. Did you get the key from the superintendent, Jim? By the way, I learned just before we left the office that the loot on Norwood's last job never turned up. What? Obviously, that's what he came back to this country for. Yes, must be. Oh, here we are. Does it? Come on, Dick. Right. We just had this one room. Let's take a look around. Did you say that the superintendent definitely identified Norwood's picture? Yes, she was standing in front of the building this morning when Norwood came in. Anything on the desk, Dick? Just some unpaid bills. You know, it's too bad to have a self-service elevator in the building here. Why? I'd like to know how long Norwood stayed here. It would also be a help to know where Danny Phillips is now. Yeah. Yeah, he could give it. Hey, wait a minute. What is it, Jim? All right, Dick, look at this. What? It's a photograph of a girl. It's signed to Danny with all my love. Hallowe's. That's the name of the girl that Norwood was looking for. That's it. But it's on a graph to Danny Phillips and very affectionately, too. Dick, this is beginning to piece itself together. Come on, we got some work to do. Is it taking this hotel for somebody to come up here with a package? How do I know? You heard her make the call. Charlie, what money you want? I want that dough. They said they were going to send it up. Oh, that must be someone with the money. Wait a minute. Where? I'm putting this gun away. It's right here in my pocket. Now open the door. Let me have that package. I was told to deliver it to Miss West. I have something else for you, Norwood. He's got a gun. Who is this guy? I never saw him before in my life. She's telling the truth, Norwood. I'm a special agent of the FBI. Huh? I came here to bring you all back to our office. Now, come on. I think we have a good many things to talk over. Norwood was extradited to England to be tried for murder. His erstwhile confederate, Danny Phillips and the woman called Eloise received a sentence of five years each in federal prison for violation of the National Stolen Property Act. And so, by tireless, sometimes apparently fruitless investigation, your FBI was able to apprehend a dangerous criminal who was wanted by the police of two continents. The clue which led the two special agents to the apartment hotel where Miss Williams was residing was a photograph of her which they found while searching Danny Phillips' apartment. Because her dress was cut to conform to the current new look, your FBI knew that it was a recent photograph and a check at the photographer's gave them Miss Williams' current name and address. Tonight's file is another example of the swift execution of detail that has won for the Federal Bureau of Investigation the enviable international reputation it now holds. A reputation as an arm of justice which is intolerant of only one thing, the freedom of criminals. Just a moment, we will tell you about next week's exciting case from the official files of your FBI. Now, Earl, I understand you have one more question about the Equitable Society's fact-finding chart for fathers and mothers. I ask, Mr. Cating, it's this. If I ask my Equitable Society representative for a copy of this chart, does that obligate me in any way? Absolutely not, Earl. This chart was originally planned as a special service for members of the Equitable Life Assurance Society. Then it was extended to the audience of this program. It's free, regardless of whether you belong to the Equitable Society or not. Your Equitable Society representative will be glad to supply you with a chart. 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