 Let's look in on police headquarters. The time is close to midnight. Mannequin is holding down the desk while the sergeant is out for a bite to eat. Oh, sure, they wish the sergeant would get back. They'd like me little trundle bed and some short eye. Oh. Take it easy, Mannequin. You will get hurt. You always wanted to meet the blue beetle. Well, here he is. It's no use to struggle the blue beetle as strong as the new one. I'll just stuff this handkerf in your mouth and then tie you up. And I'll carry you into the room where you keep the fingerprint files. There you are. No, I'm over my shoulder. You go up, sexy. There we are. No. Just lie there like a good little boy. I want to examine his files. Type 27B, 28B, 29, 30, 31B, Yes, that looks like it. Fingerprints of Joe Bugsmagati and his photograph. Yes, Mr. Bugsmagati, those are your fingerprints, all right? You're the guy that stole that murder gun. Well, Mr. Bugsmagati, you're going to get nipped by the blue beetle and nipped hard. Reach for the ceiling, Mr. Blue Beetle. Ah, the beautiful daughter of the police commissioner. Don't move, I'll shoot if you do. I have no intention of moving unless it's to step within the aura of such a charming person as yourself is done. What are you doing here? And why are you gagged and tied up off of the mannequin there? I'm here to obtain evidence against the opium gang your father is trying to round up. I tied up off of the mannequin there to prevent his interfering. Why didn't you enlist his aid? After all, he's working on this case. The blue beetle works alone. But how do I know you're working for rather than against my father? Well, if my charming captain will lower that toy revolver which he's holding in an un-too-steady hand, the blue beetle will tell her something to gladden her father's heart. Very well. But don't try any tricks. Not a trick, my dear young lady. Now listen, I promise you that before daylight your father will have the opium gang and a lock and key together with enough evidence to convict them. How do I know you'll keep your promise? Let this seal my promise. Good night, my sweet. I'd like to linger after that kiss, but the blue beetle has a duty to perform. With you, blue beetle, let me stand by your side when you... He's gone. Maybe to die alone. No, I can't let him. I must help him. I must, I must. Like a bloodhound on the trail once he gets the sense, the blue beetle's spent on his mission. And like the bloodhound, he'll never let up till he runs his quarry to earth. But close on his heels goes the commissioner's daughter, determined to have a part in the roundup of the nefarious gang of dopeheadlers. Little did she know that close behind as she hurried down the darkened street, a car was slowly following her. There she goes. That's the commissioner's girl. Let's never know. Wait, wait till she passes that streetlight. Now, don't you go. Make her sloppy and keep it quiet. Okay, boss. Excuse me, lady. What? Who are you? Let me go. I'll stick this gag in her mouth. Now open the door. We got it for her. The commissioner will pay his big dough to get his darling daughter back alive. There is the blue beetle. Will the blue beetle be able to rescue the beautiful daughter of the police commissioner? Will he locate the hideout of the dope ring? Will he be able to collect enough evidence to convict them? The violent night down by the waterfront two powerful cars are speeding along. The first car is full of men, hard-looking men, desperate men, killers all. But who is this lone occupant of the second car? Ah, yes. It is the blue beetle. That looks like the car that passed me the day I was machine gun. I'll just follow her. It may lead me to the dopeheadler's hangout. They suspect me. They've got a machine gun pointing out of the rear. There it goes. I better give them a ruffle with my synchronized machines before they shoot away my windshield. That super-shatter-proof glass is good, but I don't know how good. All right, you rats, how do you like this? I must have got their driver, their car zigzagging. Oh, now they're speeding up. Well, here we go again. They're slowing down. They're turning into their warehouse. My gang, all right. Just the spot I was headed for. Now, Mr. Bugs McGotty for the final showdown. Closing the iron doors of the warehouse. I'll soon blast them up with my special bomb that the firms made for me. All right, you mugs. Don't close that door. I'll blow you all to kingdom come. That's a bug. That's a bug. Go ahead, Joe McGotty. Go ahead and shoot. I recognize you. Joe Bullock can't hurt the Blue Beetle. What did I tell you? Now it's my turn. Here goes your door, and I'm coming right in and mop up. Here I come. You better drop your guns or I'll let you have another bomb. This here's for us. Right to the cheetah. Okay, you wise-dive Blue Beetle. Cross your little bomb and blow the police commissioner's daughter to kingdom come. Along with us. They've got Mary Donald. Stop bluffing, McGotty. You can't fool me. She's not the commissioner's daughter. She's one of your mob and she goes with you. I'll give you three seconds to drop your guns. One. Two. Okay, Blue Beetle. You win. Now release the commissioner's daughter to the crossbar. That's more like it. Thomas Donnelly, here's some handcuffs. Slipple on those gangsters and bring me their guns. That's better. Thomas Donnelly, you keep those men covered while I have a look around. That's a nice collection of dope you've got in these cans here. Here comes the law. Wait until the DA gets through with you. There'll be a few less criminals in this world. Blue Beetle, you saved my life. My father will reward you handsomely. The Blue Beetle seeks no reward, Miss Donnelly. He seeks only justice. Justice for the underdog and safety for the citizens of this great city. You take this gun and keep those mugs covered. The police will be here any minute. I have no desire to meet them. But who are you? Please tell me. I can only tell you this. I'm the man who kissed you twice in one night. Oh. My respect to your father, Miss Donnelly. Tell him the Blue Beetle will always be at his service and running down criminals of all time. In his fast motor car spread the Blue Beetle, leaving the commissioner's daughter on guard over Bugs McGarty and his band of criminals. We're close behind him speeds another car, a police car. Will the Blue Beetle be overtaken and unmasked? A head of stop light is changing from green to red. Will the Blue Beetle defy the traffic regulations to avoid discovery? Or will he obey the rules of safe driving? This is the Blue Beetle himself. I've been following you for a mile. I thought I'd catch you at this stop light. Come on, me bucko. I'll ride the running board back to the police station and no funny business or I'll blow your brains out. So it's you again, Officer Mannequin. I'd love to take you for a ride. No, no, not at that. It's me that's taking you for a ride. I saw you drive out of that warehouse back there. So you were in with those door peddlers. That's nice figuring, Officer Mannequin. It'll be detective, Mannequin. After I turn you in, now get going, Mr. Blue Beetle. Too bad, Mannequin. We have to take such a lonely winding road along the waterfront. Listen, Mr. Blue Beetle, the slightest move on you will be Mr. Dead Beetle. Oh, yeah? Listen, you're interfering with my worst patrolman, Mannequin. So there you go. Ride out the running board into the river. Have a nice swim to yourself until you cool off. Good night, Detective Mannequin. And so the mysterious and thrilling character known as the Blue Beetle, after rounding up a gang of criminals, slips away to let the police take credit for cleaning up the dope like it. The next morning, patrolman Dan Garrett drops in for a visit with Dr. Franz. Well, Daddy, I see you let the police take all the credit again. Sure. I can't let my buddies down. According to newspaper reports, your friend Mannequin got tossed into the river by some of the gangsters whom he had kept in single-handed. So that's his story. That ain't the way I heard it. I bet the Blue Beetle had something to do with it. Well, you'd win your bet. You know, when I met him this morning, he had the sniffles, and he said he caught a cold. So I asked him if he'd been in swimming without his sweat. And did he get wise to the swimming gang? Yeah, after a minute. He wanted to know how I knew he'd been in the water. I told him I heard it from one of the boys. Hey, Doc, you heard the latest news? I know. No way. What is it? The authorities have got wind of a plot to sabotage that new army pursuit plane that's being tested tomorrow out of the flying field. Sabotage? That's my speed. Maybe I can get him at the tail of the flying field. Hello, Doc. I got to get over to headquarters. Though some nation is envious of Uncle Sam's superiority in the manufacture of aircraft, what will happen at the airfield? Will the Blue Beetle be able to uncover this plot in time? Will he be able to run the criminals to earth? Those are all questions which will be answered in the next edition of the Blue Beetle. The copyrighted box feature appearing in Mystery Men Comics Magazine. On sale at your newsstand. The Blue Beetle is on the air twice a week on this same station. Consult the broadcast schedule in your local newspapers. And don't forget to listen in.