 The Anchorhawking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer. This, Casey, I found this sheet of paper with typewriter all over it. What does it say? Well, it's funny, just the same thing over and over. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Well... Is that a code of some kind? No, that's what beginners write for practice. Well, why don't they write something that makes sense? Like what? Ha-ha! Like Anchorhawking! The most famous name in glass. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time, the Anchorhawking Glass Corporation of Lancaster, Ohio, and its more than 10,000 employees, bring you another adventure of Casey crime photographer. Ace cameraman who covers the crime news of a great city. Our adventure for tonight... Murder in black and white. A wooded glen in a vast city park. And on the still frost-hardened ground there lies a dead man. Detectives move methodically about the body. Beside it, kneels a police surgeon. Watching him is Captain Logan of the Homicide Bureau and William's reporter. And the man with the press camera is Casey. Aren't you almost finished, Casey? Yeah, Annie. Thanks for letting me take these shots of the deceased, Logan. I'll do you a favor someday. You can do me a favor right now, Casey. You too, Miss Williams. Go back to your paper and let us cops get our work done. Say, Doc, can you tell you how long ago this guy died? About two o'clock this morning, Captain. The bullet that killed him was fired at close range, still lodged in the skull. My guess is that it's a 32. This slug couldn't have been given to a more deserving guy. What do you mean, Casey? You know who this stiff is, don't you? He has no identification on him. You should know him. He almost became Middleweight Champ a few years ago, inviting under the name of Tug Loftus. Say, you're right. I make him now. A moment ago, Annie, this lug told us to go peddle our paper. Nuts. Hey, this Tug Loftus was the troublemaker, wasn't he? Always getting into jam. Yeah, he was an all-around heel. Tug Loftus' idea of a good time was to pick bar room fights with guys who didn't recognize him and beat him to a pulp. Which means he had quite a few enemies. Yeah, that makes things just dandy. Oh, that implies you haven't found any leads to the killer, Captain. Not a one, Miss Williams, except this Book of Matches. Book of Matches? That was in his pocket. He's got an ad on it for the Briarwald Casino. And only two matches drawn out of it, which may indicate that the Briarwald was the last place he was in before he came here and was bumped off. Where's the Briarwald? That's the Roadhouse out on Old Turnpike run by Jake Sauer and his cousin Lou, Annie. Ooh, do quite a little bookmaking in connection with their cafe business. Yeah, that's right. You know, we met the Sauer ones last year, Ann. Remember? We got a report that the safe in their joint had been robbed. Yeah, they denied the report to the cops as well as to us. They said no one had touched their safe. Yeah, Lieutenant Schwartz of the robbery squad told me about that. He figured the two salowins denied the robbery because the safe had contained a lot of horse-bedders, though. They couldn't explain as cafe income. Yeah, the Briarwald Casino is just a kind of a joint tug loft that's would patronize. Say, when are you going out there, Logan? Right away. There's nothing more I can do here. You're going to have company, pal. Annie, let's go. Hey, Walter, Vicks missed a snot grass, one of his specials. You know what, the little piece of pineapple in it? Oh, dear, that guy. Tell me, Casey, what did you and Miss Williams find out at the Briarwald Casino? Nothing, Edward. Nothing. Except the tug loftess was in the joint only a few hours before he was killed. Nobody there remembers him leaving with anyone who might have taken him to Lake Sark Park and shot him. I wouldn't believe anything Big Jake Salwin said or his cousin Lou. And neither would Captain Logan. He questioned everyone who works in the place. They all agreed loftess left there alone? Yeah, they just don't remember. Well, had he picked any fights there before he left? Nobody had on other nights. Hmm. Since that matchbook was the only clue it don't sound like this murderer will be easy to solve. How about that bullet that killed the guy? Doesn't match up with any gun that Ballistics has on record. Well, we'd better get back to the office, Casey. Yeah, City Desk will be pinging us if we don't. Uh-oh, that may be them now. I'll see. Blue Note Cafe, Ethelbert, the bartender speaker. Your Casey's right here, gentlemen. Oh, I knew it. It ain't your City Desk, Casey. It's one of the photographers in your department, that fellow, Shapiro. Oh, yeah, give it to him. Shapiro. Hello, chap. Who? No, I don't know any Mrs. McCluskey. What? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I remember her now. A couple of years ago. She was a witness in a hit-and-run case. Yeah? All right, tell her to wait. I'll be right over. Thank you, Shap. So long. What is it, Casey? Oh, gal, I met her in a hit-and-run killing since she has something hot for me. Oh, you mean a tip? Yeah. It's probably about something unimportant, but come on, Annie. We'll see. Evidence of a murder, Mr. Casey. A murder, Mrs. McCluskey? In black and white. Oh, that sounds very interesting. Tell me what you got. First, Mr. Casey, what do I get? What, you mean the... Since I described that hit-and-run automobile to the cops a couple of years ago and got nothing for it, I found out that newspapers pay for what they call scoops. You was nice to me, Mr. Casey, so I'm giving you and your paper first chance. How much? Well, it all depends on what you have to offer. You're interested in catching the murderer of that price fighter, Tug Loftus? Tug Loftus? I got a picture of the killin', Miss. What a picture! Casey! Is it worth $100 to your paper? Well, I'll say... Well, City Desk sets the price for exclusive tips, Mrs. McCluskey, but I'll guarantee you 100 bucks if you've got what you say you have. I've got it. Well, let's see it. I get the 100. You get the 100 if. All right. This here envelope was in my mailbox this morning, so naturally I opened it. Later, when I put my glasses on, I seen the address is mine, but the name ain't mine. That's addressed to Mr. Max Treaty. Treaty 121 Third Street. 121 Third Street is where I live, but no Max Treaty lives there. That will go on. Well, inside the envelope was just this here camera snapshot. Nothing else. Annie, look! Yeah, it's Loftus. As we saw, I'm lying in that park. I knew that from the picture you had of him and yesterday's paper. The standing of a Loftus is a guy with a gun in his hand. And he's just killed a fighter. That's the way it looks. That's a good profile shot of a killer, Anne. The face is clear even in this small print, and when I blow it up... It's worth 100. Ain't it, Mr. Casey? It's worth 100, Mrs. McCluskey. I said I had evidence in black and white. Now, who do you suppose took that picture, Casey? And why? Something we'll think about later. I'll bet it was taken with an infrared flash bulb. A black light? Yep. The guy with a gun didn't see any flash. He didn't know that somebody was taking this picture. We've got to find this skinny, long-nosed guy with a gun, you know what? The cops will do that when we show them this. Sure, yes, and probably crab our exclusive. Before the cops learn anything about this, Annie, we're going to try to find you. How? Well, the picture... The guy this picture was addressed to ought to give us a hint. Well, Casey, he may be the killer. This picture may have been addressed to him as the first step in a blackmail scheme. Now, Annie, you're cooking on all burners. Let me see that envelope again. Dressed to Max Treaty 121 3rd Street. And the sender had the wrong address because Mrs. McCluskey lives there. And I live alone. Well, I'll look in the phone book. Yeah, do that. You said you got this in the morning mail, Mrs. McCluskey? That's right. I wanted time to do some thinking. About whether to put the B on us for that $100. You said yourself it's worth it. Oh, I'm not reneging on that. I've heard a $1,000 reward is being offered for murderers, but in order to get it, you had to capture them yourself. Yeah, that makes a difference. So I figured... Hey, Casey, Max Treaty is in the phone book. Let me see it. Yeah, he lives on 3rd Street, all right, see? But his address is given here as 727. Yeah, it looks like 121 on this envelope because this guy writes 7s that look like 1s. That's something else for us to think about later. Well, let's call on Max Treaty. Right now, Anne. When do I get my $100? There'll be a check in the mail for you tomorrow morning, Mrs. McCluskey, for $200. $200? Yep, and thanks in so long. $200? Oh, granted. I better show the ass from more. Max Treaty lives in a pretty good-looking apartment house, Casey. Yeah, it must be in the dough. Let's go in, Annie. Glass doors, go on. It's a funny neighborhood. Only a few blocks away where Mrs. McCluskey lives, nothing but tenements and little old one-family houses. So there's the elevator. The operator may be able to give us a line on this guy. We're looking for Mr. Max Treaty. He's a top floor apartment 12f. Yeah, take us up, will you, please? Okay. He may not be in. I haven't seen him this evening. We'll take a chance. We're not sure this Mr. Treaty is the one we're looking for. Can you tell us what business he's in? I don't think he's in any business, Mr. You mean he has an income and doesn't have to work? I really don't know. I'm not the kind who prize into the personal affairs of tenants. That's right. You don't look that type. How long has he lived here? About eight or nine months. Took a sub lease on a furnished apartment. Does that tell you if he's the man you're looking for? Not quite. No. Is he a skinny guy about 35 with a long nose? That's Mr. Treaty. We can come to the right place then. Here's the top floor. Apartment 12f is the last door to your right. Thank you, pal. You're quite welcome. Casey, the man in that picture is skinny and has a long nose. The elevator guy says that description fits Treaty. All right, here's 12f. I'll buzz the bell. If he's the killer, he'll be dangerous. You'll have no reason to think we're on to it. Nobody answers the bell. The elevator man said he hadn't seen him this evening. I don't hear a sound from inside. I'll try the bell again. Casey! Look, they're under the door. It looks like blood. It is blood. Seep through from the other side. I'm getting into that apartment. This door's locked. This little strip of satyloid we burglars always carry. You can slip it? I think so. This is only a spring latch. There. All right, come in. Casey, they're on the floor. I know, I see. Let me close this door. We don't want any visitors here. Now. That's the man in that picture. Treaty. He's been beaten on the head. He's been dead for a couple of hours, I think. The body's almost cold and this pool of blood is dry around the edges. His clothes have been searched. And the apartment. I'll say. He and this joint have been practically ripped apart. Oh, isn't this just swell? We came here hoping to crack one murder. Now we've got another. Yes. There's no black and white evidence to show who pulled this one. But I tell you, you can't say that. It's a secret. No, it's a secret or not. I'm going to tell it even if I get fired. But look it. Now look, look. Some secrets are too good to keep. Hey, we're on the air now. Okay, here goes. Friends, I've just had a sneak preview of the brand new Ivory Fire King oven glass. It's terrific. 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No, he probably made his getaway right after he sucked this guy for the last time. A friend treaty took quite a beating before he was finally knocked off. How can you tell that? Look at the black and blue marks on him. The guy's got to be alive to bruise. Marks around his wrists and ankles. It's been tied up quite a while. Yeah, I see. Apparently the killer tried to make him tell where something was hidden. He wouldn't or couldn't tell so the killer searched for him. And how he searched? All the stuffing's been pulled out of the chairs and the mattress has been ripped open. The treaty's closed. He's got it going over, too. The lining's cut, the soles of his shoes all split. Hey, this must be the stuff that was taken out of him and examined. Look at that wallet, fountain pen, cigarette case. No, don't touch anything, Casey. I'm only to look at this revolver. It looks like the gun in the picture. Yeah, but this is a .38, eh? Loftus was shot with a .32. Well, then treaty must have used another gun to the killer? Must have probably threw it in the lake after it. Say. Well, you picked up. Look at that. Book of matches from the Briarwall Casino. Like the one found on Tug Loftus. Yes. This was half hidden under the sofa. Well, that connects the two murders. Maybe, maybe. Casey, we've got to get the cops here. Not just cops. We're getting Logan. I want him to get first break on what we know about that picture. And the phone's in that bedroom. You go get him while I go down to the car and get my camera. I want to take some pictures of my own. Well, did you see that camera in the bookcase? Maybe you can save yourself a trip? No, there's no film in it. I looked. It was opened in search like everything else. Late Mr. Treaty went in for photography, apparently. It is Kitchenette fixed up like a dark room. Yeah. A lot of equipment there. But you wrecked all of it. All right, call Logan. Well, I go to my camera. Wait a minute, Casey. What? Didn't he tell us he wouldn't be at headquarters till midnight? Yeah. Well, call him at his home. He has a new phone number. What is it? I'll write it down for you. That's where's my pencil. Take mine. Thanks. Well, I'll be. Oh, you've broken the point. I know it. Well, I use this fountain pen at Treaty. You shouldn't touch him. This pen isn't going to tell the cops who killed him, any. Nice point. Right, C.C. All right, here's Logan's number. Call him as soon as you finish with city desk. Yeah, I will. Casey, don't stick that pen in your pocket. Oh, I'll need it to make out my film sheets. Don't worry. I'm not stealing from dead guys. It'll be put back later. If you think of it, I'll go home. Ann, Ann. Yeah? Give Logan the lowdown about that picture and about everything else. Except don't tell him about the matchbook we just found. Why not? Well, cops have no appreciation of the newspaper racket. We'll lose our exclusive. We'll go out to the Briarwald and follow it up by ourselves. My cousin Jake isn't here, Casey. Huh? Expect him later, Luke? He's sure to be in sometime tonight. All right, we'll stick around. Maybe you can give us some information. Information? About the tug lotus thing. Jake and I have already told the cops a new newspaper people. All we know about that. The last time I was in this office, Lou, you and big Jake were telling the cops that that safe there hadn't been robbed. It hadn't been. We still don't know where they got that crazy report. Anyway, the tipster told the cops that he heard big Jake squawking about the loss of 50 grand. Their tipster lied. That safe's never had more than a couple of thousand in it. And that's a big take from a cafe business like ours. Yeah, and their cafe business. Lou, what would you know about a guy named Treaty? Treaty? Mm-hmm. Max Treaty. What do you ask? We understand he's been a customer of yours. What's a bartender here? A bartender. When did he tend bar here? Till about a year ago. Jake fired him. Jake, huh? After I caught Treaty holding out on the cash register. Huh? Jake only fired him for that? You know, Jake, the guy left here minus a few teeth. Uh, why are you curious about Treaty? He was murdered this afternoon. Murdered? Uh-huh. Was Treaty here the night Loftus was killed, Lou? Hmm, I think he was. Had he ever had any run-ins with Tug Loftus? Yes, about a month ago Loftus slapped him around to the bar and Treaty said he'd get even. That was just talk, of course. He knew he didn't stand a chance against that Tug Pug. We have reason to believe he made his chance that he killed Loftus. You have, and we got a photograph showing him doing it. Casey! It's all right. I have any secret about it, Annie. It'll be on page one of this morning's edition. That'll hit the streets in a couple of hours. Where did you get such a photograph, Casey? Oh, we just got it. You and Jake both use this desk, Lou? Yes. Somebody scribbled some figures on a scratch pad. Is that your work? Why'd he ask? Oh, just curiosity. Can't make out whether some of the figures are meant to be ones or sevens. Jake makes his ones that way. Jake? How about his sevens? There are no sevens among those figures. Show me how Jake writes his sevens, Lou. Why? Your nervousness about these figures makes me want to know. Here, take this pen and write. What? That pen? Yes, you recognize it. It's Treaty's. And this is a gun, Casey! It's a gun, Lou. All right. A 32-snub-nose revolver. I'm not so sure how much you two know, but I think it's too much. You reminded me of a bet I missed. What did you find in that pen, Casey? I didn't look for anything in the pen. Maybe I missed a bet. Look now. Pull the cap off and see if there's anything inside. Okay. I think there is some. What? I'd say it's a rolled-up film. A negative. Take it out. Okay. A rolled-up negative. Never mind looking at it. Give it to me. Well, I want to look... Give it to me. You're the boss. Here. Thanks. Thanks to you for reaching for it. I'll take that guy to your salute. No! Let it go or I'll break your arm. Thanks for the gun. Oh, Casey. All right, now I'll give the orders around here. Put your hands up, Lou. Keep them up and sit down. All right, all right. What's that negative, Casey? A nice clear shot of Lou Solomon here, taking Doe out of an open safe. The safe in this office. That's safe. Right, Lou? You're doing that talking. You took that Doe, Lou. On the date it was reported stolen. Somebody caught you doing it with a camera. From that window where a slat in the Venetian blind is missing. And that someone was Max Treaty. The treaty moved into that expensive apartment soon after the robbery and didn't work anymore. Because Lou here was paying him to keep this evidence under cover. Big Jake is the boss of your bookmaking racket, Lou. He owns it and you're just a hired man. The Doe you stole was Jake's and if he'd found out that... Okay, Casey, you figured it out. Get me out of here now. Take me to the cops where I'll be safe. Jake finds out I'll kill me. Yes, like you killed Treaty after your counter-blackmail scheme had backfired. Counter-blackmail scheme? Don't you get it, Annie? No. I get it. Jake! I'll blow you to pieces before you can turn around. Drop it! The guy's at a slight disadvantage when his back is turned. Jake, okay. Thanks. You, uh, you're outside the door? Yeah, listen. Jake, I swear... I said I'd been listening, Lou. I didn't say anything. Casey did the talking. They dope things out swell. You took that 50 grand, you dirty louse. 50 grand of my dough. No, Jake, no! I'm gonna pay you off, Lou. Don't, don't shoot! He shot him. Sorry, I had to do it, miss. You've done a crazy thing, Jake. You're going to the chair for this. I don't think so, Casey. The cops get here. They're gonna find you and this lady dead too. You're gonna... Sorry, sister, but that's the way it's gotta be. You and Casey will be shot with Lou's gun. My gun will be found beside Casey. The cops have figured that Lou tried to make a getaway that you shot it out. I'll call the cops myself, start them on that theory. That won't work, Jake. I'm betting it will. Betting's my business. Just pick up Lou's gun. I got it first take! No, Lou! Lou wasn't there. He shot him. Lou! Lou! He's passed out of here. All right, I'll get their guns before either one pulls a second recovery. Now, Anne, pick up that phone and call the cops while I watch these guys. Right, right, Casey. So much I don't understand. Where does Treaty fit in now? Treaty didn't kill Loftus. Well, that picture proves he did. The evidence is there in black and white. Black and white aren't true colors, kid. Not true? No, and pictures themselves can lie. I don't get it. Hello? Headquarters, connect me with homicide. Casey, tell me, what do you mean? Well, I'll explain the whole works, Annie, after I take some pictures of Jake and Lou that'll be really on the level. 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The most famous name in glass. There's a lot of things I don't understand, Kate. Well, all right, pal. We'll take it from the beginning. Lou Salwin did considerable talking before he died, Ethelbert. He's dead, huh? Yeah, both him and Jake. Tell me. Well, while Treaty was bartender at the Briarwall, he found out that Lou Salwin was stealing from Jake, his boss. And then Lou caught Treaty cheating the cash register and told Jake. Who'd knocked out some of Treaty's bridge work, which made Treaty very sore at Lou for snitching. So he laid for him with a camera and got that picture of Lou robbing the safe for a really big haul. After that, Treaty sat pretty at Lou's expense. Lou got pretty desperate under the pressure and finally he hit on a bright idea. He'd get Treaty in a worse spot than he was by killing Loftus. Lou killed Loftus? Right. He did. In Lakeside Park where Treaty was to meet Lou and collect more blackmail. Lou shot the pug and then hit himself with a camera and waited. When Treaty suddenly saw Loftus, where he expected to meet Lou, his first instinct would be to draw that gun. And Lou got a very interesting picture of him standing over the body with the gun. And Treaty didn't know about the picture, of course. It was taken by a black light, an infrared bulb. When he realized Loftus was dead, he lost no time in getting away fast. Sure, Lou developed his picture and sent a print to Treaty, but his sloppy way of writing sevens got the print into Mrs. McCluskey's hands. Why did he send a picture to Treaty? What a shake him up to make him sweat. Then Lou went to his apartment expecting to find him in a big dither ready to trade the original negative of that safe robbery for the negative that made Treaty seem a murderer. But Treaty hadn't received the print and Lou realized it might fall into the hands of the cops. What they arrested Treaty for a murder he hadn't committed he'd tell everything he knew about Lou. Lou's big scheme had backfired. He had to get the negative of the robbery picture Treaty held over him. Treaty wouldn't tell him where he'd hidden it. Even under the beating that Lou gave him. Well, you know the rest. And he was a bartender, like me. Mrs. Williams, I'm going to report that guy to our local and have him throwed right out of our union. He's dead, Applebird. Yes, sir. All right. Dead, pal. It's like my sister Edna says, Casey, quote, if you get your picture took, you're liable to get framed. Unquote. I'm photographer starring Starts Cotsworth as Casey is written by Alonzo Dean Cole. It is brought to you 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. He sent us based on the fictional character of Flash Gun Casey created by George Harmon Cox. Original music is by Archie Blyar and the program features Miss Jan Miner as Anne and John Gibson as Ethelbrook. 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