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time for this week's episode of Mister Chameleon. The original air date is March
sixteenth, nineteen forty nine, and the title is The Firebug Murder Case.
Next Mister comeleion Man The Firebug Murder Case. Tonight, we again present the
famous Mister Chameleon of Central Headquarters in his most famous cases of crime and murder,
brought to you by the makers of genuine Bayer Aspirin. Mister Cameleon,
as you all know, is the famous and dreaded detective of Central Police Headquarters,
who frequently uses a disguise or impersonation to confuse the criminals he is tracking
down. In tonight's case, he appears in a clever disguise which the audience
will at all times recognize. Tonight, we give you, mister Chameleon.
In the Firebug murder case. There can be nothing more blood curdling than the
shriek of a fire engine as it races headlong through the New York streets.
Even to mister Cameleon, the great detectives. It is an exciting sound,
the call to action. And we find him now with Detective Sergeant Dave Arnold,
as they hurriedly pull their police car over to one side. Wonder where
that fire can be, mister Chameleon, I must be that the next block
down. Engines are flying down. Yes, they're stopping in front of that
three story house. Come on, Dave, let's come hey. Looks like
quite a fire on that first floor. Anyway, Smoke a shore pouring out.
It's a small grocery store, apparently with living quarters above it. Let's
take a look. Let us throw please from central police headquarters. Let us
throw please. Hello mister comeleon, and you're glad you're with the police department
and not the fire department. Hello, Mike, I don't know. I've
always had a hankering to be a fireman like you know. What started this
one? I don't know, but it's a nasty one. Lots of smoke.
There's an epidemic of them. This is the third time we've been out
tonight. Is that? So? Who is that hysterical woman over there?
Who's the wife of the man that owns that grocery store. I think your
name's Kendall Flames. Her husband's still in there. The fireman are in there
now trying to get him out. Dave, let's go over there. It
looks like our son Weather, mister chameleon Shelford, Are you still in there?
Your father's in there. Oh, they'll never get him out. Take
it easy, mother, there's nothing weak at all about it. Well maybe
that is. Maybe the fireman will get him out of line. What or
you? How do you get through the fire lines? My name is comedian
I'm a detective from Central Headquarters. What the devil's a detective doing here?
And stop giving my mother false hope. I know my husband's dead. He's
been suffocated by smoke. Tried to get through to him, but we couldn't.
Well, maybe I can. What do you mean? I think I
will give the boys a hand? Okay, mister Chameleon. Yes, Mike,
my hand's a little scotch, but otherwise I'm okay. That's name done
on the sidewalk. Are you all right? Yes? I am dad.
He managed to get Kendall's body out before the flames reached. Is he dead?
He didn't have a chance in that smoke. He was suffocated to death
long before we got to him. M Only he wasn't suffocated to death.
He was shot in the back. Washed the chameleon. Where is missus Kendall?
In a sunny Dave? But I don't see him. Why a neighbors,
some man named Watson, took them into his place. He has had
hardware store right over there. I see, Dave. You take over.
Please report this to headquarters. I think I'll have a little talk with the
murdered man's face. Mister Watson. I'm sorry but I've got to talk to
missus Kendall. I just told you that her husband was murdered. He was
shot, and I know, mister Cameleon, and I just can't believe it.
Now, Who would do a thing like that to poor Kendall. He
was such a kind man, always giving credit in his grocery store. Are
such terrible things happened? No one's safe anymore, mister Watson, tell me
before I questioned the Kendalls, do you know of any enemies that he might
have had. I just told you he was the kindest man the neighborhood,
of all people. He didn't have enemies? Well, he must have,
he was murdered. What about his family? His family, mister Camellion,
he was crazy about his son Alfred anything he always babied him too much?
Or what about his wife? Was he devoted to her? Well, I
wouldn't know about that. I'm only a neighbor. Most neighbors know everything.
Well, I'm going into the next room and talk to missus Kendall and her
Alfred. But mister Comedian, she's in such a state right now. You
are very kind yourself, mister Watson, and you mean well. But Alfred
Kendall Senior happened to be murdered, Missus Kendall. Yes, it's that cop
again. What do you want, Alfred? I just wanted to tell you
and your mother that your father's body was recovered from the burning building. I
would like to ask what made you so sure that he was suffocated? But
he was, mister comedian. I could see my husband lying there and I
couldn't get through to him. I couldn't get He was lying on his face
in the back room of the store. Yes, Alfred, with a bullet
in his back. I don't believe it. My father murdered. Yes,
Alfred, your father murdered. And I presume you want to find your father's
murderer. Alfred. Oh, Helfred, take it easy, mother, I'm
still here. You've still got me. I've got you, darling. Mister
cameleon. Who could have done this awful thing? Who could have hated my
husband so much that they'd kill him? Well, don't you know, missus
Kendall. Don't you have any idea? No, no, of course I
don't, But you must have some inkling. Did your husband quarrel with anyone
reason? The No, Alfred, I believe that your mother is lying.
Do you know of anyone who quarreled with your father? I'm sure I do
it, but I don't mean who was it, Alfred? Who was it?
Answer me? Okay, it was my uncle Jerry, Jerry Carter,
your brother, Missus Kendall. Yes, mister Comedion, But that quarrel didn't
mean anything. Your husband quarreled with your brother. What was it about?
Oh? Just something personal? What was it about, Missus Kendall. It
doesn't matter, does it? It matters very very much. What did they
quarrel about? Oh? Because my husband and me had had differences, and
my brother Jerry, he took him too serious. But my husband wasn't a
bad man, mister Camelion, and he was a good father to Alfred.
I'm in here day with Missus Kendall and her son, Mimi, and I've
got news for you. That fire was set set You mean you mean Simon
started it on purpose? And how they did? We found a pile of
shavings and a long fuels and gasoline had been sprinkled all around that grocery store.
Oh no, no, mother, Oh my poor yes, Missus Kendall,
your poor husband. Where does your brother Jerry Condall live Jerry couldn't have
done it. Well, maybe not, but I still want to know where
it lives to twenty one Clark Street. Thank you, Alfred, and you
take care of your mother, Dave. I'll see you down at Central Headquarters
after I see Carter. But first, another word with the Kendall's neighbor,
mister Watson. Mister Watson, mister CAMELIONI is what I just heard true?
That fire was set on purpose? Yes? It is true. Know what
sort of thing is that? I tell you? No one's safe anymore.
Mister Watson, you should have told me that mister Kendall beat his wife.
This is no time to hold back the truth. And so she admitted it?
Did she? I didn't think she would, she was so sh aimed
and his knocking her down. I heard it from someone who heard him fighting.
Her brother, Jerry Carter was with him. I didn't think she only
won. She didn't. All Missus Kendall said was that she and her husband
had differences. But mister COMI, I was pretty sure there must have been
more than that to it. Thank you, mister Watson. Where are you
going to see Jerry Carter, Missus Kendall's brother, who must have found it
unbearable to watch her sister being abused by her husband. Yes, who is
it, chameleon from Central Headquarters? Yes, open up? What do you
want? You're Jerry Carter Ron joh Yes, the brother of missus Alfred Kendall.
Yes. Why are you packing suitcase? Mister Carter? Are you leaving
town? I? No, no, no, I'm not. I'm just
moving out of this room. That's all my time is up. I can't
afford to go on paying this kind of rent. But that's quite strange,
mister Carton. I just talked to your landlady and she told me that your
rent was paid a month in advance. He listen, what is this?
What are you doing here anyway? You say your name is me, We're
a famous detective. What do you want with me? What have I done?
If you don't know? Mister Carter, why are you leaving town?
Because I had to get after there's an unhappy family situation here and I just
have to get away from it because your brother in law, Alfred Kendall,
abused your sister. Beta. Mister Carr, your brother in law has been
murdered and his star was set on fire to conceal that murder? Is that
the truth? You think? I'm lying? Carr? Your sister and your
nephew, Alfred insisted he being suffocated in the fire. I happen to drag
out the body in time. I discovered that he had been shot. She
insisted he had been suffocating. What do you know about it? Nothing to
commed. I only know that my sister was unhappy. Why she was just
she was just unhappy. What about by her marriage? I suppose lots of
marriages are unhappy. Your brother in law was shot and the fire started about
nine o'clock this evening. Where were you at that time? I can't remember.
I would try to remember if I were home. I was. I
was just walking around. I had supper at seven o'clock and then I well,
I just walked around. After which you came back here and started to
pack your suitcase. Mister Carter, I what's that? And it sounds like
another fire? Another one. There'd been a lot of them around this neighborhood,
all of them in Sendurary started by a firebog No, you don't come
back, sorry, mister Connor. I thought a tamp on the chin was
better than having to use my gun. All right, come along quietly and
taking you to central headquarters and holding you there for further questioning. Mister chameleon,
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back to mister Camellion and the Firebug murder case. A man named Kendall has
been murdered, shot in the back, and a fire started in his store
to cover that murder. That much is clear to mister Camellion, but a
great many other things about the strange case are shrouded in mystery. Now mister
Camellion is at police headquarters questioning the suspect, Jerry Carter, with whose story
he's far from satisfied. Got em, let's get this straight. You claim
you don't know anything about your brother in law's murder. I tell you I
don't know anything, Camelion, It's all I've got to say. What do
you know about the fires that have broken out in your neighbor I don't know
anything about them either, And why did you try to break out of your
room? And I mentioned Firebug to you? Answer me that I don't know?
Comedian? Who you happen to know? Then? Exactly what an inceentiurary
fire is sure? Sure, it's a fire that somebody started. One reason
in century fires I started is for vengeance, another is for money. Well,
I didn't start any fires. And where did you get the thousand dollars
that we found in the lining of your coat? Thousand dollars? Please search
us a very clever connor. You didn't even know they took it off you.
Now where did you get that money? And tell me? And tell
me quickly. Oh, I was keeping it from my sister. She didn't
want her husband to know she had it. And her husband, your brother
in law, was murdered. Which one of you killed him? You were
your sister? Either of us killed him? Why did she tell me her
husband of being suffocated in the fire when actually he was murdered. If you're
trying to put me on a spot, comedian, you can't get away.
We'll find out if I can now tell me who is running an extortion racket
in your neighborhood. Extortion racket? What's that? You know? As well
as I do, protection money from business people to keep their stores from being
damaged, wrecked or set on fire. Listen, to keep from being murdered
as your brother in law. We can't plant this on me. Then it
was your sister who did it? Is that what you made? So now
you're trying to plant it on her? Right, Both of you have been
lying to me all the way through, and you are not very good liar.
I've told you the truth. Leave me cut it. I'll soon find
out whether you have or not. And if you dream tonight, dream of
fires, murder and extortion, it may give you an idea of what I
expect to find out from you tomorrow. And a few hours later we find
Chameleon pacing the floor in the office of the Commissioner of Police, who is
saying, so you still think, Cambeleion, that there's more to this than
the murder of that man kendled I think that behind Kendall's murder there is a
sinister background of a maniacal firebug, of terrorism, violence and extortion. Well,
we've got fifty detectives scurring the district for members of that extortion ring.
So far nothing. It's up to me, Nick, how are you going
about it? I'm going to pose as Tony Lawson, who owns a small
stationary star. I've already made arrangements to presumably take over the small Star located
in the Kendall's General neighborhood. But Chameleon means Commissioner, Oh, mister Comellion,
I have another fire to report. Well, in your own apartment,
mister Comeleion, my apartment, Yes, sir, someone tried to burn you
out an hour ago. There was very little damage, though they caught it
in time. I seem so these criminals are trying to scare me off,
and eh, well they've picked the wrong man. Chameleon. You understand,
don't you, that you may be dealing with the most deadly gang of extortionists
the city has ever known. If you assume that disgise, you may be
placing yourself in the hands of the killers. Commissioner, you know my motto,
The innocent must be protected, the guilty punished. Sometimes it pleases me
most to see the innocent protected, but in this case, with criminals as
vicious as this I particular, we want to see the guilty punished. And
so mister Cameleon assumes the disguise of Tony Larson, who has recently bought out
a small stationary store, and we find him now in the store with Detective
Sergeant Dave Arnold patting the walrus mustache, which is part of his disguise.
Wonderful how mustache can change the shape of a man's face. Dad, Yeah,
but I don't like it, mister comellion, you're doing this. I
mean, suppose the real owner of the store talks and goes around bragging that
the police rented this place from him in a manner of speaking, that's a
chance I have to take. What about Jerry Carter, the brother in law
of the murdered man. He's been released like you ordered. One of our
detectives is tailing him. David getting back from customers coming in, looks like
an ugly customer, and Dave Arnold ducks into a broom while mister cameleon watches
the approaching customer, a heavily built, evil looking man, definitely a man
who would stop at nothing. Then mister comedian speaks in the voice of Tony
Larson his disguise. Good morning, sir, What can I do for y'all?
You're the new owner of this stationary store? That's right, says my
first day on the job. You're my first customer. It ain't that dandy.
I'm thrilled. My name is Bucky Walters. Mister Larson, Tony last
right, the name is the Larson. Have you seen the papers today?
No, I haven't had time to read them. Look at this Jerry Carter
released on bail. Jerry Cotter. That's the guy that murdered his brother in
law. They think the paper said he might be a firebug too. Imagine
someone like that running around loose, setting places on fire. A danger to
the neighborhood, a danger to you to me? Sure, that's why I'm
here. I represent the Neighborhood Protective Association and for a monthly fee, we
keep an eye on your store. Here you mean like a watch mony.
Yeah, that's right. You couldn't get along without us, mister Lison,
well love, why what would happen to me? Ooh? Lotch things might
happen if you don't have our protection. Your your windows might get broken by
the neighborhood kids. Oh, by the Neighborhood Protective Association. Mister Wallace,
I know your racket, and I refuse to pay money to a gang of
hoodlum's posing as a protective association. Oh you listen, Amaza, I am
not the least bit afraid of you and your kind. You can try to
damage my star. You can set it on fire. Money, you should
mention fire. There's been a lot of them lately. Yeah, so I
hear. And if you are threatening me could be mister stationary star like this
could run up off of fast. All right, you can do what you
please, but get out of my store and don't back here. I can
pretty fresh answer and pretty independent time wise, when every storekeeper around here belonged
to the Neighborhood Protective Association and those times are coming back. Yeah, well
maybe they ain't. Oh yes, mister Larson, they've come back. If
we have to make examples of you independent adults. Oh so you're threatening to
kill me? Huh. I wouldn't say that, but if I was you,
I'd join our outfit within twenty four hours, Dave. Yes, mister
Commingian. So you're guessed right. That was one of the outfits. That
was the salesman of the extortion ring. And what a salesman, Dave.
You follow him and then have someone else put on his trail and pick him
up. Where are you going, mister Cammingan, I'm going off the bigger
game. I think I'll pay another call on the murdered grocery man's widow,
missus Kendall. So you object to being questioned by the police. Miss Kendall,
Well, I must remind you that your husband was murdered. Mister commeleion.
I know it, and I know he was shocked when my son Alfred
and I said he was suffocated in that fire. But I swear I don't
know who did it. I give you my word. Mister Watson here knows
my word is good. Oh that's as much as she can do, isn't
it. Mister Camelliony. It seems to me you're being mighty hard on this
poor woman. She didn't shoot her husband? Oh then you know who dead?
No course I don't. I uh probably shouldn't have asked you that question,
mister Watson. I'm sure if you did, you would have told the
police long before this. I certainly would have one point you might help me
all know as this. Did you have a head of a thing called the
Neighborhood Protective Association Neighborhood Protective Association? No, never heard him? Well come,
mister Watson, didn't be afraid to talk. You own a prosperous hardware
store here. This gang must have approached you one time or another will in
strict confidence, mister cameleon. They did. But what did you do?
Did you pay them off? For I tried a bluff, picked up the
telephone and threatened to call the police. But to be perfectly honest with you,
mister Camelion, I've been scared to death ever since. Mister Watson,
it is a pleasure for a police officer to run across a man with your
sense of duty as a citizen. But I fear this doesn't help missus Kendall's
position very much. Help me, Missus Kendall, you are in a very
bad position, and I believe you know you are. I tell you again,
mister Camellion, I don't know anything. I'm sure that you have a
very good idea of who the firebug is in this medcase. No, no,
no, I don't. You are lying, and you know you are,
But that won't make any difference. Within two days we will have the
firebug safely behind bars. Two days, yes, So wouldn't it be better
to talk now? I I can't, mister Camellion, honest I can't because
I got nothing to tell you. Ah, But mister Chameleon is pretty sure
that the trap will close on the Firebug and the murderer not in two days,
but that very night. And we find him around midnight, crouching in
the darkness of the little stationery store which he rented in his disguise as Tony
Larson, and with him is Detective Sergeant Dave Arnold, to whom he is
saying, maybe I've timed it wrong, Dave, I don't think so.
I'm pretty sure the Firebug will be at work tonight. As Tony last night
was much too independent. The Neighborhood Protective Association will have to discipline Larson by
burning out his store. Look, muster, Comedian. Someone's opening that back
window. Yes, yes, that's the window I deliberately left unmatched. Dave
cot behind the counter so dark he can't see us. He's carrying so thing,
mister Comedian. Yes, probably a can of gasoline, Dave. Does
someone else behind him? A woman? I thought she'd follow him. Listen,
Alfred Halfred mother Hollell for Darling. I can't let you do this.
I can't. It's too awful. Get away from here, you fool.
No people might be killed in this building burned a day. Are you crazy?
Get out? Of here. Mother, Get out before I do something
I'm sorry for. All right, let's take over. Switch on the lights.
Say where you are, Alfred Kendall. This is one fire that is
never going to get started. I thought you'd try here next, Alfred,
Dave keep in covered? But how did you know? I had a hunch
about you a long time ago, Alfred, And then I checked on your
school record For a long time, Alfred, mysterious fires were started and no
one was able to find out who started them. Mister cameleon, he's a
sick boy. He's always been a sick boy. Unfortunately, missus Kendall,
your son is also a criminal who has been responsible for many hideous debts.
Your husband, who pampered him, began to fear the truth, and that
is why you and your husband quarreled so bit of it. Why didn't you
heart me in before this? If you think I'm a firebug, ridn't you
arrest because there's an even greater criminal who has been using you, Alfred,
using your insane tendencies for his own purposes, the head of the neighborhood Protective
Association. Wait a minute, even the mention of him terrifies you, doesn't
it. I arrest you, Alfred on the charge of murder by setting in
cendurary fire. Elfred, Alfred, my boy, don't take your mister Camillions.
I am put your hands up. Alfred, Hey, get that man
one more than I'll kill you. I'll get in here. Ah, there
you are, mister Watson's Yrus Watson, what's his detective doing? Hair comedian?
He tried to kill me. He brought you in here for me to
charge you with murder. Watson. Well, this boy, Alfred Kindles,
the murderer working under your direction. Watson, the kindly good Watson, head
of a vicious gang of killers, the neighborhood Protective Association. Me the head
of a gang. That's it, the gang. You were so perfectly honest
and straightforward and lying to me about this boy here, did it? You
killed missus Kendall's husband, this mentally sick boy's father because he knew that you
were using his son's mania for setting fires for your own vicious purposes. That's
a lie. If a shopkeeper wouldn't pay for protection, you sent this boy
around to set his place on fire. That's what he did, Mister Camillion,
made a killer of my son. Turned out woman to da. All
right, Watson, I'll tell you how I got you. Yes, tell
me a lion pop. The thug that you sent to threaten the storekeeper Larson
for the Neighborhood Protective Association didn't know. It was not Larsen he was threatening,
but a detective named Chameleon in disguise. And when we arrested him,
he talked and talked and talked. He's a liar too. This afternoon,
I told you deliberately that we expected to catch the firebug. I knew that
was the one thing that would gold you into action and bring you here.
And it did, and we have got you right where we want you.
Now you go up for murder and Alfred Kendall, so that let's Halfred help,
mister Comedian. No, no, missus Kendall. Alfred will go into
a mental institution where he will be protected from himself, better for him and
better for you. And with these words, mister Cameleon concludes tonight's murder case.
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Welcome back one of the stronger mister Chameleon episodes in recent months. And clearly
the rackets gave him a fitting object for some righteous anger, and I like
to see that in him, and I thought the story was pretty strong throughout
well after the beginning. I did think sending mister Chameleon into the fire was
a bit silly. Any fires out there, we're cringing at the idea of
sending an untrained police detective into the fire. It wasn't necessary, but one
of the show's odd conceits is the super competence of mister Chameleon at everything and
how anything right that happens has to be done by him. The series also
did return to an idea of the most seemingly altruistic person being the villain,
but I didn't mind it. They haven't been doing it every episode, so
I honestly didn't see it coming. Well, now it's time to thank our
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Mister Chameleon. But join us back here tomorrow for the conclusion of the Cranesburg
matter. Where come in, Betty, Thank you. I've got to have
it back, mister Dollar, have what back the gun you were trying to
hide? In the incinerator of this evening. Yes, of course you mean
this one. Oh yes, please, mister dollar. Somebody's trying to get
me into trouble. I don't know. I found that gun, that's the
truth, getting in a drawer in my room, out of the crane.
I don't know. I don't know when I saw it. I got scared.
I was trying to get rid of it when you stop me. And
now tonight on the radio it says a man's been shot. Did you know
him? No? You know who's gun this is? I don't know anything
about it. Don't give it to me, please. I liked you,
Betty, but I'm afraid things aren't that simple. What do you mean?
All right, Chief, it's all yours. I hope you'll be with us
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