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So far, we just have the coat and the girl who was wearing it. What does she say? Nothing. So far, she's got a couple of bullet holes in her. Maybe I better get down there, Sergeant. Room 212, Sergeant Paypage. Right. The makers of Wrigley's Spearman Chewing Gum bring you John Lund in a transcribed adventure of the man with the action pack to expense account, America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator. Here's Julie, Johnny Dalle. Wrigley's Spearman Chewing Gum refreshes you. Wrigley's Spearman Chewing Gum gives you real chewing enjoyment. Yes, for chewing enjoyment plus refreshment, it's Wrigley's Spearman Chewing Gum. The lively, delicious flavor of Wrigley's Spearman cools your mouth, helps keep your throat moist, and gives you a nice little lift. The good, smooth chewing of Wrigley's Spearman helps keep you feeling fresh and alert, adds enjoyment to whatever you're doing. So for chewing enjoyment plus refreshment, treat yourself often to Wrigley's Spearman Chewing Gum. Healthful, refreshing, delicious. Expense account submitted by Special Investigator Johnny Dalle to the Allied Adjustment Bureau, Markham Building, Hartford, Connecticut. The following is an accounting of expenditures during my investigation of the Rochester theft matter. Expense account item one, $1.65. Person-to-person collect call from Sergeant Paypage, New York Police Department. Item two, $32.56. Trained fare and incidentals between Hartford and New York City after clearing authority to resume on the Jacobi case. It had been stillmated six months before when the Rochester police and I were unable to recover any part of the item stolen from the Jacobi residents. I arrived in New York at 1.35, dropped my bags off at the New Weston, then went directly to the Metropolitan Police Station. Hello, I wonder if you could help me? I'm looking for Sergeant Paypage. I'm Paypage. Oh, Johnny Dalle, Sergeant. Oh, thanks for coming down to our and have a chair. Oh, thanks. There are many coats in the crime lab. They're looking it over. Uh-huh. We still haven't found out much about the girl who was wearing it. What's her name? Yeah, just Jane Doe for now. We didn't have her prints on file here, but we're waiting to hear from Washington now. She's been unconscious ever since we picked her up. Pretty bad shape. Oh, what exactly happened? I came in as a complaint about three this morning. A woman over on 57th Street telephoned about a disturbance. A proud car went over to the address and found this girl lying in the entrance to the apartment house, wearing the main coat. She'd been shot twice. Uh-huh. No one in the apartment house seemed to know her or had ever seen her before. We asked about the neighborhood. No dice. But we did find out how she got there. Huh? A lady across the street said she saw a man drive up sometime after midnight and unload the girl from his car. She, uh, was able to give us a fair description of the car and the man. Yeah. Nice. But nothing definite. No license number or anything like that. Could be any car and any man, from what she said. Got an APB out of course. Was there a purse or anything? Nothing. The dress she was wearing came from a store downtown. Hundreds just like it. The coat was the only item that might have helped and it turned up listed in the stolen property file. How about jewelry? Small diamond ring on her little finger. When I looked over the list of things taken in that Jacobi robbery, it doesn't fit any of those. You can look at it if you want to. I'll take your word for it. The supposed insurance company paid off the claim. Yeah, the whole thing. Well, at least we have the coat back for you. Maybe we'll get a line on the other things and this girl regains consciousness. If she does. Pretty bad, isn't it? Yeah. Nice looking girl too. Only about 25 or so. Excuse me. Sure. Robbery Sergeant Pabish. Oh, let me get it down here. 213 West. Right. Okay, see you there. Bye. He's got an answer from Washington. They able to identify the girl? Yeah, dress and all. She had a postal savings once. Name's Eileen Madden. You mind if I go with you? Come on. Maybe you'll get back all of your loot. I accompanied Sergeant Pabish to the address for Eileen Madden. It turned out to be a fairly nice apartment in a fairly nice neighborhood. By the time we arrived there a full crew of technicians were at work giving the place a complete check. Sergeant Pabish introduced me to a tall, heavy set man. This is Mr. Dollar from the insurance company, Walt. Sergeant Walter. Hi. How are you, Sergeant? Oh, fine. I'm afraid we haven't done any good for you so far. Haven't found anything here to go with that mink coat. Oh, have you talked to anybody around here yet? Just getting started on it. A lady who lives across the hall might be able to help us. Where is she? In there. Her name's Ethel Stromberg. Mrs. Okay. I'll take that here. All right. Uh, are you Mrs. Stromberg? Yes, I am. I'm Sergeant Pabish. This is Mr. Dollar. How do you do? How do you do? How do you do? How is poor Eileen? Not very good, Mrs. Stromberg. She's still unconscious. Oh, dear. That's terrible. Just a terrible thing. Where is she? I'd like to go to see her if it's possible. She's at the police emergency hospital right now, Mrs. Stromberg. I'll have him phone you when she can see people. Well, thank you. What an awful thing. How did that happen? What's that all about? Maybe you can tell us something about her, Mrs. Stromberg. Where she worked, how she lived, what people she knew. Oh, dear. How long have you known her? Well, I moved in here about five months ago. I met her for the very first day. Nice girl. Oh, yes. Very nice. Very nice girl. Quiet. Minded her own business. You know where we can contact her family? No, I can't help you there, Sergeant. I know they live somewhere in California, but that's about all. She talks about them now and then. How about her friends here in town? What about them? Did she talk about any of her friends to you? What do you mean? Well, she's a pretty girl, young, boyfriends maybe. Yes. She did talk about them now and then you suppose one of them had something to do? Mrs. Stromberg. I mean Madden was dumped from a convertible last night after she'd been shot. A witness described the car as possibly blue or black in color, white top, white sidewalls. She said it was a late model Cadillac or Buick. Do you know if any of Miss Madden's friends drove a car that comes near that description at all? Well, yes. Yes, I saw him pick her up one night. I was just coming home. So who picked her up, Mrs. Stromberg? A man she called Bill. Bill who? I really don't know his last name. She didn't introduce me to him, but she talks about him. He drove a black Cadillac. Can you tell us what he looks like? Well, he seemed very tall. As tall as Sergeant Papish here? So about your height, very nice looking. He seemed quite big, husky sort of, very nicely dressed too. What color was his hair? I don't know. He always wore a hat. I think it was dark though. His eyes? I don't know. About how old would you say? Oh, I'm not good at this, but I say between 30 and 35. Seems to fit what we have from the witness. Yeah. This Bill, would you say he had money? Oh, yes, I would say so. He drove that nice big convertible. He always dressed so nice. And he gave Eileen pretty nice things. Do you know if he ever gave her any jewelry? I don't know. I don't think so. Eileen would usually run across the hall and show me when he had sent her something nice. I don't remember her ever showing me any jewelry. I just talked to the hospital. How is she? Just coming around. I think you better go over there and talk to her if you're gonna. Is she bad? I think she's dying, Mrs. Stromberg. I think she'll make it. Hard to say right now. Sometimes they rally. She must have been in that doorway a half hour or better before we got to her. She said anything, doctor? No. You might have to wait a little while for her to come around. I see. I tell you both, ask what you have to know quick. Two minutes is about all I can give you with it. Sure, doctor. Oh, better put your cigarettes in that. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Okay, boys. Is she conscious? Yeah. She can hear you. Are you Eileen Madden? Is Eileen Madden your name? Yes. You're seriously hurt, Miss Madden. Can you tell us how it happened? Miss Madden? No. Bill's shot you? Yes. What's Bill's name? Where can we find him? I... Doctor, watch that. Nurse, hand me that. Sorry, fellas. There was nothing I could do. Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you'll enjoy chewing Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. Chew Wrigley's Spearmint while you're working. The lively, full-bodied flavor of Wrigley's Spearmint gives you a refreshing little lift. 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Here it is. That is from Robert J. Madden in Riverside, California. Looks like her father. Okay, we'd better notify him. This might be the best lead. What's up? This picture. Found in one of her closets. Let's see. Dollar? Well, thanks. Love Bill. He loved her, all right. Yeah. Anybody identified this yet? Mrs. Stromberg's supposed to be here right now. What time you got? Oh, half past. She said she'd be here at six. Anything on the bullets? They didn't check with anything in our lab. Ballistic says it was an Army 45. Bill, 1911 model. Pretty good gun for killing. What gun isn't? Oh, I got the wrong room at first. Oh, come in, Mrs. Stromberg. You remember Sergeant Pay-Petian, Mr. Dollar? Yes. Do I have to answer more questions? Not many more. I'm just all worn out. I can't get over this terrible thing happening to Eileen. Did you get in touch with her family? Business office is doing it right now. Oh, dear. What a terrible, terrible thing. Mrs. Stromberg, you ever seen this man before? Oh, yes. That's Bill. The man Eileen's been going with? Yes. The man who drives the black Cadillac convertible? Yes, that's him. But did he do this terrible thing? It looks that way, Mrs. Stromberg. Oh, dear, dear. Sergeant Pay-Petian. Yeah. Yeah, right, goodbye. Did Eileen Madden ever mention to you that she had been married? Why, no. She never did. Was she? And the state of New York in 1951 is found out from vitals. Divorced? Yeah. Her ex-husband's name is Bill. Bill Powers. Sergeant Pay-Petian. This is Mr. Dollar. Now, how do you do? What's the matter? May we come inside, Mr. Powers? Sure. Well, what's this all about? Do you know a woman named Eileen Madden, Mr. Powers? Yeah, sure. We were married once. Why? Eileen Madden was shot to death last night, Mr. Powers. Eileen? Yes. Are you sure? We checked her prints. Oh. Shot? Yes. What happened? How could a thing like that happen? That's what we're trying to find out, Mr. Powers. I can't believe it. Eileen, good. Have you seen her lately? Yeah, I saw her last week. Had a drink together. Are you sure it's Eileen? We'd make sure before we came around the news like this. Mr. Dollar represents an insurance company, Mr. Powers. Miss Madden was wearing a stolen coat when we found her. Stolen coat? Yes, a stolen mink coat. Was she ever in trouble anywhere? I don't care what she was wearing. She probably never steal anything. She was a fine girl, a wonderful girl. I was a fool to ever let our marriage go on the rocks. Can you come with us, Mr. Powers? Where? We need a positive identification. Sure. Sure, Sergeant. I'll be right with you. Want a smoke? Thanks. Well, he isn't the bird in the picture. No. A car and a driveway? Yeah, 51 caddy black convertible. On the way to the city morgue with the ex-husband of Eileen Madden, we tried to get more information from him regarding her activities up to the time of her death. But Powers seemed so distraught that he could only speak of their short marriage and the reason it had ended. It was an old and especially sad story of a man who couldn't provide well enough for a beautiful wife. However, once he'd seen her body at the morgue and identified it, he seemed to get better control of himself. We all walked across the street for coffee. I hope you get whoever did this, Sergeant. I hope you get them fast. We sure want to, Mr. Powers. Why would anybody do that to Eileen? Why? Maybe you can help us answer that. Oh, you're just interested in that coach you say she was wearing. Well, Mr. I don't believe she was wearing a stolen coat. What do you think of that? I'm just looking for the facts, Mr. Powers. I'd like to prove what you just said as badly as you'd like to have it proved. But we have to start somewhere. You can understand that. I suppose so. You told us you saw her last week for a drink. That's right. Have you been seeing her right along? Yeah, sure. Did you know that she's been going with somebody else? Sure. And you know Bill? Bill Chambers? Yeah. Well, I don't know him, but she talked about him a lot. This Bill Chambers, Mr. Powers? Yeah, and it's him. I thought you knew him. You're sure this is him? I'm sure. This picture was in her place. I went there one day and saw it and asked her who he was. Eileen told me all about him. What did she tell you about him? Why, she said she was going with him. She told me that he wanted to marry her. Said he had lots of money. Did she tell you where he works? No. Or what kind of work he does? No. You know where we can get in touch with him? No, I don't know that either. Say... Do you think he might have done this to her? We'd like to talk to him. I... I know she's been going with him for a few months when she told me. And you've been seeing her the same time she was seeing Chambers? Yeah, yeah, that's right. She didn't want to marry him. She wanted to marry me again. You know what kind of a car Chambers drives? A Cadillac. Thought you never met him? Well... She told me about his car. It's another thing. I went out and bought one myself. I thought it might do me some good with her. Uh-huh. Were you at home last night? Yeah. Can you prove it? I was home. She was out getting killed. The name William Chambers was checked through the New York police files. They listed 24 persons who more or less spit his general description. Took two days to locate and talk with all of them. Neither Mrs. Stromberg nor the witness who had seen the body dumped from the car could identify any of them. In all points, Bulletin regarding the suspect and his car had been issued as soon as we learned his name. Same results. Nothing. On the third day, the pawn shop detail turned up two more items that have been taken in the Jacobi robbery. There they are. Huh. Watch and ring. Jacobi stuff? Case numbers on the watch. Check out the rings and grave. Where'd they wind up? Shop on 3rd Street. The proprietor says it was sold yesterday. Man who sold them signed the Bible in the morning. How about his description? Fifth Chambers down the line. Well, at least he was still in town yesterday. Yeah, but his stuff's been on the hot sheet for a long time. If he's had any experience at all, he knew we were taking a chance trying to unload it. Probably trying to raise cash to get out of town. That's what I was thinking. Huh. Gave an address on Polk Street. A vacant lot. If he keeps on trying to unload it, I'll have all the loot back. Use car. Where? Use car lot in the Bronx. He sold it at 10 o'clock this morning. At the use car lot, we learned that a man answering the description of William Chambers had driven in that morning and offered a black 51 Cadillac convertible for sale. The use car lot manager had finally settled on a price and made out a check. He reported that the man had seemed extremely nervous and anxious to make a quick deal. Car was impounded and examined. A full set of fingerprints on the steering wheel and dashboard gave us a positive identification of William Chambers. William Carlson, alias William Carl's, William Charles Walter Cameron, male Caucasian, age 33, 178, 6'1". It's a 14 arrests, two convictions, both Carthead. Quite a lad. Aren't they all? Doesn't look like a killer, though, does he? I don't know. What's a killer supposed to look like? The search to locate William Carlson, alias William Chambers, extended to all parts of the city. The associates and relatives listed in his criminal file were contacted in question. All of them denied having any knowledge of his whereabouts. In the meantime, two more pieces of stolen property connected with the Jacobi theft were recovered by the pawn shop detail. Each of the pawn shop proprietors identified the mugshot of the wanted man. He'd used different names in each instance. The handwriting was the same. Each address had to be checked out. I went with Sergeant Papish to the one he had given on 78th Street. It was not a vacant lot. Hello? Hello. We're looking for William Courtney. You found him? Huh? Cops? Yeah. Good morning. Hold still. I'm clean. Checked me through the Bible yesterday? Yeah. Your name's Carlson, isn't it, William Carlson? Yep. We've been looking a long time for you. I know. Yesterday I decided I'd let you find me. I get my right address. You want to get your hat? Sure. Look, I didn't mean to kill Eileen. I didn't mean to at all. I want you to know that. Let's talk about it downtown. No. No, we won't. I'm not talking to anybody downtown. I'm talking to you two right now, and that's it. See you better listen. Okay. I've been doing pretty good with these house jobs. Real good. Enough to buy myself a nice car, get some clothes, get around a little bit. I work all alone. I met her. I liked her. I wanted to marry her. I did. I really did. We went out the other night, and I gave her the mink coat for a present. I thought that it sent you. She didn't want to take it. She told me she was going to marry some guy she'd been married to before. I let her have it. That's all? That's all. That's it, Mr. I could have run. Sold my car. Getting rid of a lot of odds and ends I have around. I decided not to after all. I don't want to run. Okay, let's get with it. And remember, I let you get me. I wrote my address right down where I knew you'd check it out. Okay. And there's no more talking. You two got it all straight. What's the matter with you? You got it all? I mean about everything. Yeah, I've got it. Okay. Hey, wait a minute. You guys are too late. I took it when I heard you knock on the door. Where's the phone? It's too late, I tell you. It's in my stomach now. It's too late. Not for me, brother. I handle plenty of babies just like you. That's too late. Grab them. I got it. No. Here you go. Ah, shut up. Stand trial, baby. Sergeant Papish head handled attempted suicides. A lot of them. And in the five minutes before the arrival of the emergency ambulance, he managed to force William Carlson to take an antidote that saved his life. The remainder of the Jacobi theft items were found in and around the apartment of the suspect, along with other stolen property listed within the New York police. All of the articles on the enclosed list have been impounded and will be available following the trial of William Carlson. Expense account item three, hotel and board while in New York $88.65. Item four, same as item two, transportation back to Hartford. Expense account total $155.42. Remarks, please file a copy of the above report for the information of William Powers in regard to his ex-wife, Eileen Madden. I think this is what he wanted. Well, that's it. Here's truly Johnny Dollar. Remember, friends, Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum refreshes you. Wrigley's spearmint chewing gum gives you real chewing enjoyment. 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