 The Anchor Hawking Glass Corporation brings you crime photographer. Where are you going over Labor Day weekend Tony? Well Casey, I haven't any plans particularly. But everyone goes to see somebody over a Labor Day weekend. Everybody. Oh I know Ethelbert, I'm waiting for them. You mean everybody will come to see you? Excellent deduction Casey. But why should the whole world be the path to your door? Why? I work for Anchor Hawking, the most famous name in glass. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Marvin. Every week at this time the Anchor Hawking 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 the great city. Written by Alonzo Dean Cole, our adventure for tonight. Hideout. Night. A street of old houses. Unpainted, unkempt, dirty looking houses. A man and woman hurry along the street watchful through them. In a shadowed doorway of one of the houses they halt. The man knocks quickly and softly. From inside the door. Who's there? The guy who phoned you an hour ago at Bagley's Palace. Okay, I'll open up. He'll be quick about it. I'm being quick. Hey, why the rods? Just want to be sure who you are, Mr. You've come to the right house. My name's Bliss. The guy's calling me creepy. You fit the description I got. Get inside doors. Okay, close that door quick. And lock it creepy. You don't have to tell me my business. So you're Tuff Luke Davis. And wife. Yeah. Nice clean getaway you pulled at the high snag bank for a hundred grand. According to what I read in the papers. If the getaway had been clean we'd have been out of this town by now and not here. Don't worry. Oh creepy old hijab. Got a nice room upstairs for you. I hope it's better than what I see down here and what I smell. Yeah. Don't you ever open a window? Neighbors and cops might see and hear things through open windows. Besides, I don't like drafts. They're bad for my cough. Come on, I'll take you upstairs. Come on, Doris. Go ahead. You don't like it sister, you don't have to stay. Hey, you two are traveling life. Nothing but that little satchel for both of you. Did you expect us to show up here with a couple of trunks after what you read in the papers? No, but the hundred G's you got from that bank should make quite a bundle. Here's a big suitcase maybe. I'm wondering if you're lost. We didn't lose it. You got a hit away, huh? Well, hit. Sure you brought enough dough with you to pay my rate? You'll get yours. Where's this room you got? I'm tired climbing. Here's a room. Oh, look, it's worse than those crummy ones downstairs. Sticks. Got a good strong door on a heavy boat. Also, it's an easy jump from that window onto the next roof. But more important, all creepies never bothered by the cops. They don't know he runs a hideout. They think he's just a poor, sick old man. Well, the joint looks safe, Doris. Anyway, we're stuck with it till the heat dies down. How much, creepy? A thousand bucks a week. What? You lousy robbers. Two guys were killed in that bank holdup. Hugh Davises are warning for murder. Grand o' Week. Payable and advanced. Give it to the rat, Luke. Take it, G. It ails us extra. What? Of course you can't go out to the restroom if you want to take the chance. How much for meals? That depends on how expensive your tastes are. Folks with a hundred Gs stashed away will naturally want the best. Yeah, we get it. But be careful, creepy. I'm a guy who explodes under pressure. Don't put it on too hard. This crummy joint, Luke. Costs us nearly four thousand bucks. Yeah. Twenty-five bucks a piece for the lousy horse meaty call steaks. Two bucks a bottle for beer that cost them two for a quarter and a dollar for a five-cent newspaper. I'm fed up. So am I. Most of all, I'm fed up with this dirty, stinking room. What's the use? We're stuck and we've got to make the best. I'm not so sure of that. I've been thinking, babe. But what? Hand me that nail file, will you? I wish I could get a decent manicure. Not for the manicures. What's on your mind? Hand me the nail file, I said. Okay. Okay. Here. Now, are you... I'm thinking about a sleeve in here. For where? Other hideout. We don't know any others in this town. We don't stand a chance of getting out of town yet. I just remembered what another con told me when I was a stirrer, that the guy who runs a big hideout racket here doors and he treats red hots right. Why didn't we go to him in the first place? I tell you, I just remembered his name. I'm going to get hold of him on the phone downstairs and make arrangements. He'll send a right car to pick us up. He'll do everything. Then this rat creepy sees himself losing the dough we've been dishing out and he tips off the cop. He'll figure who this other hideout guy is, Lou. Creepy won't have any chance to figure it. I mean... Uh-huh. My nails ain't fair, but I wish I could get a real man a cure. You can sure have been asking for it. I'll say yes. Like, coming upstairs and bringing that hoochie water. He's going to make us a present of it. No noisy shoots. Sure is not. Open up, Davis. I brought your whiskey. Okay, Creepy. Come in, Mr. Bliss. Thanks. Thanks. Good stuff I got you. One of the best blends on the market. You owe me 100 bucks for the bottle. No, Creepy. That bottle's not in the house. What do you mean? Hey, hey, fire that gun. I'm bending this gat over your head. Don't! You shizlin' rat! A lot of you shizlin' rats! Let him have it plenty, Lou! He's had it plenty. Be sure he's finished. We don't want him talking. He'll never talk to anyone again. Go to his clothes and find a dough we paid out to him. I'll go downstairs to his phone and make a deal for a real hideout. You better open a window down there and let in some fresh air. Yeah. I'll be glad to get out of this smelly place. 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We've seen the bandit who held up the bank two weeks ago. He and his Mao Doros had obviously been hiding out here. They found their fingerprints all over the room where Bliss was beaten to death. Well, then Bliss ran a hideout. That's the picture, Casey. And he ran it pretty smart. He cops never had him under suspicion. He ran it so smart that apparently the gang in control of the hideout racket here wasn't wise to him. He wasn't a member of the gang. I don't think so. I've heard just one guy bosses a hideout in this town. That's my door from the situation. Well, you've never been able to learn much about the hideout boss. Have you, Morgan? No. He's the toughest of all racketeers to find out about, Miss Williams, because he's the one crook other crooks don't squeal at. Yeah, for the very good reason, Annie, that every crook figures that he himself will need a hideout eventually. He wants to be on good terms with the guys who can provide it. Now, Luke Davis and his girlfriend probably made a connection with the big hideout operator before they left here last night. Luke left some fingerprints on the telephone. There's no way of tracing the call he made. Miss Williams, only amateur detectives in crime fiction can trace local calls when a phone isn't tapped. The phone companies can't do it and neither can we poor professional cops. So Luke Davis and his wife have made another getaway. Well, and we probably won't catch up with them until they figure it's safe to come out of hiding and try to blow tiles. Well, they could be found right away. It'd be front-paced stuff and big. I'm so sorry I can't oblige you to. You've found nothing that might be a possible lead to where the Davises went from here. And I think... Oh, you know you can tell us about holdouts, Captain. We keep them strictly off the record. I'm not holding out anything on you, Miss Williams. You've heard all I've learned about this thing. Of course, you've been in touch with Barney Rubin. Oh, sure. I got nothing from him. Well, now, who's Barney Rubin? Well, Annie, all together off the record. He runs a joint on the west side called Barney's Bar. It's a crook hangout. And when Barney hears interesting things, he passes him along to Logan and a few other guys that he trusts. Ah, a stool pigeon. Well, more a undercover guy, I'd say. Barney never's been a crook himself. That we know of. I don't know. I've always figured him on the level, pal. Well, he's been very helpful at times. Well, if he's not a crook himself, how come crooks trust him? Well, Barney's brother, you see, Annie, was a big-time racketeer. And he and his mob used Barney's bar as a hangout. The brother was cut in two by machine-gun slugs and one of those sweet gang double-crossings five or six years ago. Well, Barney turned very sour on old gunmen. Outwardly, though, he remained on good terms with the cookies that he'd met through his brother's connections, but on the QT, he's done him a lot of harm. Now, this is strictly off the record, Miss Williams, and you forget you heard it. Sure, Captain Logan. I'll ask you back to the paper, Casey. We've got everything here. There is yet. Yeah. See you later, Logan. Okay. So long, Captain. So long, Miss Williams. Well, Annie, I'll drop you off the office. Leave these pictures I took with Tate in my department. Oh, where are you going? Well, nailing Davis and his Marl will make a big yarn, Annie, if it breaks soon. So, before some other newspaper mug gets the idea, I'm going to see Barney and make a deal for an exclusive tip if he hears some interesting information. Casey, I ain't heard a word about Luke Davis and his Marl, and I don't expect to hear any. Then Red Huch is from out of town, you know, when the mobs around here ain't acquainted with him. Yeah, well, uh, what I'm asking you, Barney, is this, see, if you hear anything, let me have it first, see, at the same time that you pass it to the cops, I mean, before other newspapers can get it. You know, I always return the favors that you do me. Sure, sure, I know. Yeah, I might have been bumped off a couple of times if you hadn't persuaded the certain wrong Gs that I wasn't a stoolman. Yeah. I give you tips and you do me favors. That's right. Well, do we play it that way again? Why not? What, like I say, I can't hope for a thing on them two Davis Red Huts. Barney doesn't sound too promising, Casey. Oh, he'll tip me if he hears anything, Annie. A guy in his spot needs guys like me to front for him sometimes here. Well, I hate to be in his spot. Running with crooks and hunting with cops is playing the hard way. Yeah, I'll say Annie. Here comes Ethelbert. We can't talk about Barney even at him. Hello, Casey. Hello, Miss William. Hi, pal. Evening, Ethelbert. And excuse me, I was busy up at the other end of the bar. Hi, Ethelbert. Well, uh, what's, uh, what's no, Casey? Uh, Casey and I've been working on that hideout murder. I've been reading about it. The cops are sure Luke Davis and his wife did the job. Yeah, it's open and shut. Why you suppose they killed the guy who's been hiding him out? Well, those hideout rats are always greedy, Ethelbert. My hunch is that creepy bliss piled up the charges until Davis got sore and worked him over. From what I hear about Davis, he always got sore when he was overcharged. A waiter I know who comes from the same town as Davis was in a while ago and he was telling me about it. Huh? A few people in this town know Davis. What'd he tell you? Only what I've said is that the guy added up his tab very careful and made a big squawk if the charge was a dime or so too much. This guy knew Davis well. I'd kind of like to talk to him. Yeah, he might give us some angle, Casey. Well, he didn't know Davis well. Just waited on him occasionally. Anyway, I don't know where you could find this waiter. He's only a acquaintance. I don't even know his last name. Oh, you don't? Well, it's a thought. Say, slip it back a cigarette for Ethelbert. Okay. This waiter said Davis had a very annoying habit aside from adding up a check too careful. He ruined menus, buns. Ruin menus? Yeah. Seems he's a bug on keeping his nails manicured and they was always razor sharp. He'd run one of their nails over the menu to mark each item he wanted and he'd cut the paper almost clear through so the menu couldn't be used again for other customers. Oh, interesting. But unhelpful. Well, how about those cigarettes, huh? Gee, I almost forgot. Here, Casey. Thanks, sir. Thanks. This waiter said Davis ruined phone books the same way. But phone books? He underlined the numbers he was going to call. As any case... His nails was also hard on tablecloths and napkins. Where you going? Back to Creedy Bliss's joint. You've given us a tip, pal. And thanks to me. Oh, that's all right. What'd I do? Maybe Ethelbert's giving you a Miss William something, Casey? The notation on Davis's police record about his sharply manicured nails. And you're sure he made a call from here last night to arrange for a new hideout, huh? Yeah, we found fresh prints of his on the phone. So where's the phone book, Captain Alden? On the table, beside the phone. He has prints around the book too. Let's go through that book. All right, now. Ethelbert's waiter friend said that Davis's nails cut almost through the paper where he underlined things, Captain. So his mark should be easy to spot. I'll find it a bit here. I'm taking the book page by page. All right, well, now, ripple through at first. We may save time now. Let's see. Mary, Helen, Anne Hurst, Austin. Now, that's the A's. And the B's. David, Bacon, Baker, Sandbergers. Uh, Logan, wait a minute, huh? There it is, Logan. Yeah, a deep nail mark under a name and number. Look at that name and number, Casey. Holy! It's Barney's bar. But why me? But both of you told me that this Barney was in with a cop. Looks like we were wrong, Miss William. Bloody. Sergeant, take this book and go over it page by page. If you find any other marks like this, let me know. Yes, sir. I don't think you'll find any more, Logan. Neither do I. Playing ball with you cops, as it seemed, gave Barney a nice cover-up, didn't it? We fell for it because now and then he did give us the real lowdown on wanted crooks. Logan, thinking back, those crooks never had any dough when Barney turned them in. Well, he took all they had behind them. And then they... And then put them on the spot, Annie. Sometimes collecting a cash reward for doing it, a good will of saps like Logan and yours truly. Yeah. We went out of our way to protect the rats. They keep better rats from getting wise to them. How are you going to handle them, pal? I know how I'd like to handle them. Well, I'd love to see you do it just that way, but... Yeah, sure. Nail marks no evidence. If I bring Barney in for questioning, it's it by hand. We're not from under. And not only that, the Davises might be warned to get away. Logan, Barney might be persuaded to lead us to the Davises. And at the same time, cook himself. Oh, Barney's smart and careful. He lets little guys do his contact. Yeah, maybe not with the red hearts who've gotten away with a hundred grand. I think Barney takes a deep personal interest in that kind of moolah. You figure the Davises are carrying that dough with them? I doubt it. Experienced crooks like the Davises don't trust other crooks. They know they're at the mercy of a hideout provider. I think they managed to bury the dough somewhere. That may turn the trick. I'll get you. No, neither do I. Hideout landlords are greedy guys, Annie. A hundred grand is a lot of dough, and there's no honor among thieves. Don't talk straight. All right, how's this? I'm going to call on Barney. I've done him favors in exchange for tips he's given me. All right, tonight, I'll hand him a tip and hope he does me the favor of falling for it. Let's straighten up. Casey! Got the double talk. Talk, House! I didn't expect to see you again today, Casey. Well, I just dropped in on a chance you might have something for me, Barney. Not a thing, fella. I told you there wasn't much hope I'd get the load down on them Davises. Well, I thought, maybe, you know. I got a little do-do on them after I left you this afternoon. Yeah? Yeah, this is strictly confidential. Barney, I can only spill it to a guy who's aces with a cop, you know. Well, you know how I stand with them. Yeah, sure. What's your dope? Not that it'll mean anything to me. Well, Captain Logan tipped me that he has definite proof that the Davises are hiding out with all of that hundred grand on them. On them? Yeah. Didn't have time to stash it away before they went to Creepy Bliss' joists. Um, hundred grand is a lot of dough. Must fill a big suitcase, huh? Yeah, yeah, it might, but a lot of folding money can be carried in a guy's clothes, Barney, and a lot more under a woman's dress. That's so... Look, keep this way under their hat, Barney. If the cookie they're hiding in the house, you know, if the cookie they're hiding out with knew that that dough was right under his nose. Well, you can figure it easy. Yeah. Them Davises should be in a real bad spot if the hideout operator knew. That's right. Fortunately, of course, nobody knows except you and me and a few cops. Yeah, that's the way it is. Well, I'll be running along, Barney. Maybe you'll have something for me tomorrow. I'll drop in. Yeah, you might be lucky, Casey. I might have something about them Davises. Yeah. Well, good night, fella. Good night. Barney's getting into his car loading. He's never been known to leave that joint it is until 4 a.m. closing time before. Oh, this is midnight yet. Looks like he's seen it working. He sure had me over a barrel. He said that that dough should fill a suitcase. We don't even know whether Davises have any baggage with him at all. His car's starting. Follow him, Sergeant, and don't lose him. Okay, Captain. Now, Casey, we'll find out if your tip to Barney pulls a pale. Hey, Barney's car is pulling into that public garage. Yeah, I see it, eh? Yeah, we've followed the guy for half an hour and all he's been heading for is the garage where he puts his gel off to the bed. Barney lives only a few blocks from here, Casey. Maybe he got wise. We were tailing him. He didn't get wise. Our driver knows his business. All I do now, Captain. Now, drive on past the garage and park where we can keep an eye on it. Okay, sir. Barney comes out, Martin, the hero, follow him home and keep a watch on him. Even though Casey's big scheme is fraught, I don't want Barney out of sight for a minute. Well, look, he's out of sight right now, pal. Now, the big doors of that garage are wide open. Will he pass it just now? I saw Barney go through a door in the back. Yeah, that's what I saw. There's Dr. Carr, Sergeant. Yes, sir. You'll find out where that door in the back leads to. Can't lead outside, Logan. The garage is built against a ledge of solid rock. No, it has two stories, Casey. There may be rooms in that second story, a hideout. Do you see any attendants in the garage? Only one guy. If this is a hideout, he'll be working for Barney. Now, all of you stay here. I'll go in and stop him from giving any signals. I'll go with you. You stay here. Fine. If more than one guy goes in, the lookout might get wise and pull it faster before you stop. That's right. Okay, you're right, pal. We'll stay behind and watch. Good evening, friend. What do you want? I'm having a little motor trouble, my. A car is outside. Take a look at it. This is just a storage garage, mister. We don't do mechanical... I want to find out what kind of work he's done here. That's what I call a very sweet, fast job of quieting the guy. Open your flat, am I, Casey? Take care of this lug, Martin, and keep him quiet. Charge and push the men so no one can get out of this building. I'm going to see what's behind that back door. Yes, and this time I'm coming along. Oh, and me, too. Well, there's no time to argue. Come on, but be quiet. Yeah, the door's not locked. Barney was depending on that lookout. He stares going up. The door at the top. Let's go. What do you mean, what do you mean? That's the only reason I came up here. I thought I'm trying to tell you, but I don't mind. Hey, that's Barney's place. I didn't want to take any chances, so I dropped in to see a few when your missus was comfortable, Davis. Davis? I haven't had cells that were bigger than this lousy room. Corpons is much smaller than this room. Nobody's going to put Luke and me in coffins, Barney, not for a long while. Can't it be too bad if somebody did missus Davis? You, too, ain't got so much to live for. Not much. A hundred grand. But it's going to be too bad. Hey, why that cat? Got a silencer on it, Luke. Have the door, Casey. Together. Drop that gun, Barney. No. If you wanted that. And don't reach for your gun, Davis. I got that copper. I'll only reach for this thing. He's got this freedom. In front of me, copper, and I also got my gun. Now I'll shoot it out on terms I like. Oh, yeah? Look out, Luke. You don't always watch the guy with a gadget. Forget about the guy who hasn't any, Davis. This'll teach you to remember. Oh, Casey. That's what I call a very sweet, fast job of quieting a guy, Casey. You flatter me, Logan. Join the crowd at the Blue Note in just a moment. On these hot afternoons and evenings, one of the most agreeable sounds is the tinkling of ice cubes in a big, frosty pitcher and the promise of refreshing ice-cold lemonade, iced tea, or delicious fruit juices. 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