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now it's time for this week's episode, Counterfeit plates.
Speaker 2: Danger. Where's Danger?
Speaker 3: Iron?
Speaker 2: Nets.
Speaker 3: How do you do? Nch, We want to talk to
you that of course, come in, Hey, you gotta knife
start you in that? Let you like it? See you
still do a little engrave the too oh that I
was working on a design for a coupon.
Speaker 2: I want to be included in a sofa?
Speaker 3: Mitch?
Speaker 4: What have I done?
Speaker 3: Why are you slapp me? Matt? Where are they they?
What is this day you speak of? I'm on that
we haven't got all day? Where are the plates for
the coupons? I've not started them near here? You see?
This is yet the design I've made up. Okay, Mat,
you can cut the fairy tale?
Speaker 2: How much?
Speaker 3: How much for work? We're gonna tip match you're back
in business again. We'll pay money, good money for that
set of plates?
Speaker 1: How much?
Speaker 3: I think you better leave? Of course, if money doesn't
make you talk matter, there are other ways like this child.
This is Steve Granger, private detective with a story about
a character who had ideas about going for killing. The
killing got there first. Just a moment, I'll take you
back to one of my most interesting cases. This is Granger.
I was seated in my office feeling calm, peaceful, full
of goodwill, why not. The rent had been paid for
two months in advance. Nobody had been using my thoughts
over a target.
Speaker 2: Lately.
Speaker 3: I had plans for pleasant evening. The plans disappeared in
the shrill of my oppone. Hello Granger, Yeah, who's that?
Speaker 2: This is the printer?
Speaker 3: What's wrong? Then come down here right away.
Speaker 2: Twenty fourteen is thirteen in the basement and bring a doctor.
Speaker 3: Matt, Holy what happened? They came and took them my plates.
You've got to get them back for the doc. Should
be here any minute. But you got to find those plates.
What plates? I always want to make a pair of
perfect ones.
Speaker 2: I finished in this afternoon and made one print. Crincher,
I get it.
Speaker 3: Cannot eat plates again.
Speaker 1: You've got to get them back.
Speaker 3: Grainger, I did it. Don't live for a hobby. That
kind of hobby got you ten years, and a ten
got you up like this. Matt who taught you? It
was Mitch? Mitch what's his last name? I don't know.
He's been coming around for some time. Found out that
what I was doing. Was he alone? Another man or
looked like big Man was his name, I don't know.
Speaker 2: He just stood there and watched.
Speaker 3: He was enjoying himself. I wonder what happened to that doctor.
Range got anything in the medicine chest. Maybe I can
ease your pain a little bit.
Speaker 2: Nothing, Jersey's get get back my plates.
Speaker 3: Knap the printer closed his eyes for the last time.
I picked up his phone, called the police department, and then,
because the government boys would be interested in NAT's plates,
had it called to a friend of mine named He
was there in five minutes. Hey, somebody really gave it
to him, didn't Hey, yeah, before he died. And that
mentioned one name, mitch Man. That doesn't mean much. He's
say anything else. He mentioned. There was another man in
the party, an older guy, looked like he had money.
No names, right, you look around this place. No, I thought,
I'd wait for you. It'll be your baby. If the
man of Stolea's plate starts using him another day, another
kind of there. Well, fellas you find out anything about
the crime?
Speaker 2: Oh are you bad? And how did you get him?
Speaker 3: One of the news I heard they might be young
down here, Well, there isn't I don't get me that.
Aren't you a government man? I said, there is no
story down here. And the guy in the couch looks
like he's suffering from me.
Speaker 2: Looks bad. Get out of here.
Speaker 3: We've got a lot to do on my paper. Not
worried about your paper now where you beat it?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 3: Sure, if that's the way you feel, see it? Hey,
aren't you Granger?
Speaker 2: The private eye?
Speaker 3: Oh? What if? He quite a deal? The copp government men,
even a private eye goodbye. I always welcome a chance
to work with a government boys. So when Ed suggested
i'd check with him later in the day, I agreed. Also,
I wanted a chance to get next to this Mitch,
the man who tortured, not the printer. I'd liked going that,
even if he was a counterpet artist. However, I had
a conversation that was taking place in another part of
town just then. I might not have been so eager.
Speaker 2: Well why did you find out?
Speaker 3: I went back and pretended I was a newspaper man.
Speaker 2: Wasn't that dangerous? I have no credential.
Speaker 3: Who cares about credentials? I found out something that wasn't
dead when we left, But I thought, yes, so did I.
But he've been long enough to call that private detective
Steve Granger. Seems that that new Granger told him my
first name before he died.
Speaker 2: We'll have to do something about Granger.
Speaker 3: No more killing. We killed Granger, we could get the
trouble you got plenty of friends.
Speaker 2: Don't worry. I think I know just how to handle
mister Granger.
Speaker 3: I'll continue with this interesting story in a minute.
Speaker 2: I was sitting in my office checking with people.
Speaker 3: In Manhattan who might know somebody named Mitch. So far
had come up with fifty men by that name, none
of them the right one. Then the man walked in
strictly Wall Street, gray, business suit, Hamburg, and a million
dollars worth of a plum.
Speaker 2: Mister Granger, you have been recommended to me.
Speaker 3: Thanks who did the recommending? And why?
Speaker 2: I have a delicate matter on my hands. It concerns
my daughter, Jijan Headstrom. She's in Philadelphia.
Speaker 3: It's a nice combination.
Speaker 2: I want her brought back to New York.
Speaker 3: But tactfully, of course, it'll be more explicit. Mister.
Speaker 2: My daughter is in love with a young man there.
Your youth is to come home. I want that brought back.
Speaker 3: She over twenty one. I'm afraid she's mistress of her
own future. It's nothing you can do.
Speaker 2: I thought that perhaps you could induce, So shall we
pay to return.
Speaker 3: If I try to induce her as you say, and
she resented it, I could wind up in a Philadelphia poke.
I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down, dear me.
Speaker 2: That's most importantly, couldn't I urge you to change your mind?
Speaker 3: And not just this minute? No, however, I might reconsider
in case you should miss Granger my car goodbye. I
waited the proper length of time, after which I set
sailah stern of the portly gent. I stayed ten feet
behind him, keeping an eye on his humbering hat, which
stuck out of the rest of the crowd. Hey, Granger,
you're just the guy I want to see, Not now, reporter,
I got things to dobeat it, Papa, listen, I want
the answer to a very important question. Well you let
go of me. I'm trying to keep an eye on somebody.
A few seconds in which I was delayed by the
reporter enabled mister Hamburg had to be swallowed up in
the crowd, and when I turned round to do a
little verbal pasting in the reporter, he disappeared too. I
fished out the car the pompous character had left with me.
It gave the name of Henry Glazer, and the address
when I found it turned out to be an automobile dealers.
But it also turned out that Henry Glazer at that
address for no resemblance whatsoever, that the guy in the
Hamburg had. My deductive powers were really working that morning.
It didn't take me more than ten minutes to figure
out that I'd been fooled. I left the place wondering
why mister Hamburg had a lie to me. Then I
got that feeling up and down the spine and realized
I was wearing more tails than a minx stole. I
couldn't catch a glimpse of my follower, but I decided
to make a small detour on my way back to
the office and calling on my friend Cal Hendrix. Well, well,
how's a peripatetic private eye this fine morning? Hey, that's
twenty five dollar word. I'm only a twenty dollars defective.
Perapethetic simply means walking from place to place. Yeah, well,
walking is something I'm not too fond of right now,
I've got company someone on your tail? Yeah, I mean
keeping one eye over my shoulder, one across the street,
and one when I could spurred in front of me.
Speaker 2: Something growing.
Speaker 3: Yeah, I got a call from Matha Frind. I's already
gone out of business. He has as of today. Somebody
wanted a set of plates you'd made, and they weren't
too squeamish about how they got them.
Speaker 2: Don't tell me I've got a tended stomach.
Speaker 3: Just keep your ears flapping and see what you can
pick up. Kel, my friend, you may have three eyes,
but I don't have fingers on my ears. However, I
should attempt class A team. Whatever information is available, well,
if you get it, they just be a good guy
and translate it before you pass it on. I was
feeling kind of dizzy from mister Hendrick's verbal gymnastics, so
I nearly walked straight into the lobby of my office
building without looking. It was lucky I didn't, because the
lobby was currently being inhabited by someone I didn't want
to meet, one of the local gun boys, and it
was a cinch I was his target for the day.
I beat it, run to the back entrance, hoping there
wasn't another one stashed there. There wasn't. I waited till
the gun boy moved towards the street entrance. Then I
made my break up The stairs into my office. I
made straight from my phone and put in a call. Hello, Ed,
this is Granger. Oh hi, gunshoo outther than a bride
burned broccoli? What's with me anyway?
Speaker 2: Who hates me?
Speaker 4: I don't be concerned.
Speaker 3: Grant you.
Speaker 2: You had a man at you, Davie if a we predicted.
Speaker 3: You, mab any of the men who were after me.
Next time, here we go again. Hey, somebody's coming down
the hall head. Yeah, looks like a woman through the glass.
I listen. I'll unlock the door and let her in.
I'll put a paper over the telephone so she won't
notice it's off the hook. That way you can get
an ear for in case she's got anything to do
with the counterfeat place right in one second? Let me quick, sure, baby?
Speaker 4: Why did you lock that.
Speaker 3: Door for my own protection? What's on your mind?
Speaker 4: There was something stolen today from a man named Nat.
Do I make myself clear?
Speaker 3: You're doing the talking?
Speaker 4: Would you like to get back what was stolen?
Speaker 3: The lady before this oral Shenanigan goes an they father,
Let me explain, I'm not the literate type. Any talking
you do, do it in simple direct words. Now if
I want was stolen. You mean Counterfeat twenty dollars place?
Say so?
Speaker 4: Suppose I do.
Speaker 3: I don't want to suppose anything. You came up here.
You do the talking very well.
Speaker 4: Would you like to get back to the Counterfeat place?
Speaker 3: Have you got them? No?
Speaker 4: But I can arrange for them to be handed to
you tonight.
Speaker 3: This what part do you play?
Speaker 4: I'm just a.
Speaker 3: Messenger, Okay, beautiful, I'll take those plates tonight. If you
hand them to me in person.
Speaker 4: Be done at Peer seven. You know where that is
off Cortland Street.
Speaker 3: Yeah, and it's twenty dark down there.
Speaker 1: You won't be hurt.
Speaker 4: Be there at eight o'clock.
Speaker 3: That's a large pier in a special place, directly.
Speaker 4: In front of the entrance. That shouldn't be hard to find.
Speaker 3: Thanks, I'll see you then.
Speaker 4: And by the way, the people who sent me told
me to tell you this. Don't tell anyone where you're going.
Speaker 3: I wouldn't dream of it.
Speaker 4: I'll see you at eight, By the way, who are you? Nobody?
So the night, mister Granger.
Speaker 3: Friendly type. It's still a red Yeah, I got the lot.
Speaker 5: Don't harry, we'll get those birds.
Speaker 3: Ed sounded very confident. I wasn't so sure. The whole
setup felt phony. There were too many mysterious elements floating around.
There was one thing I don't like. It's a floating
mysterious element. You only have to hit it hard enough
and you're able to find yourself sunk. And just a minute,
I'll bring you the crimax of the case. I hung
up after talking to the government man, feeling that maybe
his confidence was not misplaced. Maybe tonight would tie up
this peculiar business of the missing counterfeit plates. But just
as I was thinking these happier thoughts, my door opened. Granger, Oh,
so you came back.
Speaker 4: Our arrangement was that you wouldn't tell anyone where you
were going. I didn't, no, but it was very conveniently
to have the telephone hidden under the newspaper, so I
wouldn't notice it was off the hook. Oh I didn't
trust too, Granger. I came back and listened to the door.
It makes sense.
Speaker 3: Oh what now, I don't know.
Speaker 4: I'll have to make sure you keep your part of
the bargain. You may hear from me later.
Speaker 3: I didn't know what the girl meant by a bargain,
so I got on the phone and told ed the
government man what had taken place. It was as despondent
as I that nothing could be done for the moment.
I killed several hours watching the minute hand on my
office clock make the rounds. At eight o'clock things started
to pop. Hello, s granger.
Speaker 4: Yeah, will you give me your word that you won't
have yourself covered if I'm.
Speaker 3: Make enough dates with you? Where when?
Speaker 4: Oh?
Speaker 3: No, your word first? Okay, you got it.
Speaker 4: The same case I mentioned earlier.
Speaker 3: One hour from now.
Speaker 4: Walk down the street from the north towards the pier.
I'll be waiting.
Speaker 3: When the girl hung up, I got out my gun,
looks it over carefully, and because I'm the cautious time,
I oiled a small pot here and there. Finally I
replaced all the cottages, and as an extra precaution, dropped
a few spears in my jacket pocket. Per seven was
occupied by a crater wearing rusty sides, dribbling a small
plume of smoke from a stack and dirty water from
the sign. As I neared the entrance, I could spot
an occasional figure moving about the day. I wondered if
the girl could have come from there.
Speaker 4: Unger over here.
Speaker 3: You've gone?
Speaker 4: Yeah, yeah, take.
Speaker 3: Them, thanks baby. The mind if I unwrap this package
and make sure you're not kidding Greg, But h okay,
because you are on a level, might explain why you
were turn these over.
Speaker 4: To me, you know why? Goodbye, Grace.
Speaker 3: Hey, hey, wait a minute, quick here, hurry. They shut
at me, and they shot at me too. Rose in
that doorway, two of them.
Speaker 4: I couldn't get out of me.
Speaker 3: I know you don't wear leaving together. There's a police
car heading this way. I should worry him enough to
give us our chance. As the police siren came nearer,
the guys in the doorways stopped shooting, took a chance,
beat it around the corner well, lucky enough to pick
up a passing cabin. Ten minutes later, we were in
a secluded booth the back of midtown restaurant. Now, baby,
what's all this about? Your pals try to shoot you down? Why?
Speaker 4: I don't know, honestly, I don't. I did everything the
men told me.
Speaker 3: Who are these men? How come they told you to
come to me?
Speaker 4: They said that you were holding my uncle, that you
wanted to count of pat twenty dollars plate. But if
I gave him to you, you let him go.
Speaker 3: Who is this uncle? Uncle? Nt uncle Net you mean
not the printer?
Speaker 2: Of course, maybe, don't you read the newspapers.
Speaker 3: Why Matt died this morning in his basement apartment on
Thirteenth Street. He didn't torture then knife, he said, when
you say they, it's one of them, an older man
who has a gray business suit in the Hamburg hat.
His name isn't Glazier. How did you know? And the
other one he called Mitch. Yes, the police want Mitch,
little lady, he's the one who killed your uncle, Matt.
Matt told me before he died.
Speaker 4: You're not lying.
Speaker 3: I can prove that.
Speaker 4: Then why did they give back the plate? Why did
they shoot at me?
Speaker 3: Why the two men that must have been the well
dressed older man and Mitch had tried to kill both
of us just as much of a mystery to me.
Rita Swanson and I got another taxicab and went down
to Church Street to see Ed. First, he printed the
counterfeit twenty dollar bill from the plates. I gave him. Well,
here's your sample. Oh no, Ed, not anything that bad.
I agree that the printer was a real craftsman. These
plates print like the engraver used a crowbar and that
thing so obviously phony. It wouldn't get past a five
year old child. That is bad. I'm as Swanson. I'll
get a stnargrapher any to take down your statement. Are
you willing? Of course? When Rita Swanson started talking, I
heard a lot of things that hadn't been explained before. Also,
the setup she revealed was a honey for passing counterfeit
money in New York, and the reason for killing the
girl and me became obvious. What are you talking about?
Speaker 2: Greens?
Speaker 3: The girl hands me the plates right and we're both
knocked off. The plates are in opposition when our bodies
are found. That puts on two friends and the clear
to stop using the plate's map made the good ones?
And what a place to pass counterfeit money? I feared
the ticketing they get away with that requires a license.
You know, one of my men's checking the license bureau.
Now I will get your ten and up licenses. They
never stand investigation.
Speaker 2: Well that's not what bothers means.
Speaker 3: But how to get them start passing the bills? Does
I think I got it?
Speaker 5: In?
Speaker 3: Miss Winston and I are at l W Hospital condition critical.
Guards at door go on issue a bullet into the
papers all of a sudden, we both take a turn
for the worse. We die. That disposes of the only
two witnesses. I get I'm it right away. I tell
the newspaper boys, I don't mind dying on paper. Ed
set the stage as carefully for a Broadway play. A
spotter watched the two men operate their theater ticket agency,
one located mainly to out of towner's. Two days later,
the trap was made. It it was late afternoon, after
the banks had closed. A government man, posing as a tourist,
approach the ticket agency. A big window opened on a
main hallway of the building. The agency occupied, how do
you do sir? And what can we do for you?
While I was wondering, what about some seats for my fair.
Speaker 2: Lady, my fair lady, the ticket next summer?
Speaker 3: All all but my wife and I will be here
only this week. I'd pay in almost anything, almost anything, ah, yes,
even scalpings prices.
Speaker 5: Sorry, we are a licensed and recognize ticket agency. However,
under the circumstances I could ask around.
Speaker 2: Perhaps I could obtain a pair slightly over normal pen
slightly about thirty five dollars, that is, thirty five dollars each.
Speaker 3: Oh, my Oh yeah, well, my wife said not to
come back to the hotel without them, so I guess
i'd i'd better get.
Speaker 2: Them very well, sir. That will be seventy dollars in advance.
In advance, yeah, thank you. The tickets will be waiting
here for you in one hour.
Speaker 3: Thank you. Oh can't can you change one hundred?
Speaker 2: One hundred? I certainly, sir.
Speaker 5: Here you are, sir, your receipt presented when you pick
up the ticket, and your change ninety one?
Speaker 3: Thank you.
Speaker 2: Let's go just a minute.
Speaker 3: Well, why, what's wrong in the United States government?
Speaker 4: Yeah?
Speaker 3: Let me see that twenty dollars bill? Standstill? Merlin, what
are you doing up? Crainger? Yeah, alive and aching to
be kicking you. You saw this bill pass, Changer, I did, Merlin,
you'll have to come with me. You're under arrest passing
counterfeit money.
Speaker 5: Let's say, Merlin, I would.
Speaker 3: Just go it. Cranger, Well, well, I'll report a friend Alia.
It's the mysterious mich I presume come here, Pal, I
want you. I don't think so.
Speaker 1: I do.
Speaker 3: Nice work, Granger, you're coming along with me and these
two birds. But obviously, well friends, that's the story. I'll
be back to wrap up the case in just a minute.
Merling the big one and Mitch the wounded one. We're
taking places by head. The government man and locked out.
I went along when things had been settled, got out
of there. I wanted to break the news to Rita Swanson.
Speaker 4: Cranger did it work?
Speaker 3: Went off like a three dollars alarm clock. Baby. Merling
and Mitche are in jail for uncle Nette murder, presently
for counterfeating. The government and the local police will not
I'd get together on no matter.
Speaker 4: I hope they'd both go to the chair.
Speaker 3: They were then walking distance. Now they look great up
in the witness chair.
Speaker 4: Thanks, yes, sir, you'll do all right. I'd feel better
if I were occupying another chair right now, another chair
where in a restaurant. I'm hungry.
Speaker 3: Oh, I think I get it, and I just love
to have you with me. I know, paying the check
Steve Granger again next time, welcome back. Well.
Speaker 1: I know that it was not in line with his profession,
but Printernat should have taken a page from Barton Drake
and shows mystery rather than designing the perfect counterfeit plates
as his hobby. I personally prefer hobbies that won't land
me in a federal penitentiary for the rest of my life.
But that's just me.
Speaker 3: Now.
Speaker 1: This is one of those cases, and there're a lot
of them, where adding scenes with the criminals doesn't do
anything to add to the story. At least on Boston
Black your file of vans, you'd get colorful characters coming
up with some verbal tech because they can't stand no
mistakes or whatever. But here it just means the mystery
is getting somewhat blunted since we already know stuff about
the criminals involved here. Now, one might be tempted to
call out granger slang of a twenty five dollar word
as inaccurate, since the saying is usually a ten dollar word. However,
parapthetic is really a lot bigger than your typical ten
dollar entry, so I think it's warranted. I think it's
a twenty five dollar word. I think that if it
was a ten dollar word, you probably have to adjust
for inflation. Now. Also, while parapateetic originally referred to walking,
in the modern usage, it just means traveling from place
to place. In fact, I used to live a parapatetic
life when my dad was traveling all over the country
with us, and certainly we have many people listening who
are parapethetic, and now you can say that probably better
than I have been doing, all thanks to Cal wanting
to show off his education and vocabulary. On another linguistic
related note, I have to say that I have enjoyed
some of Granger's similes this week, not pat Novak for
higher level. They tend to be pretty solid, and my
favorite of this week was it went off like a
three dollars alarm clock, and in the mid nineteen fifties,
three dollars would buy you a decent alarm clock, so
that definitely works. I do want to go ahead and
let you know that we are actually nearing the end
of Danger with Granger. I believe we will be out
of episodes in about three weeks. It's a little bit
to tell because of the labeling of some of the programs,
but I think we are looking at three more episodes
and then coming in four weeks, we are going to
go through a series we've done previously, and my Patreon
supporters decided what Monday series we're doing again, and it
is going to be The Saint, So tune in for
that coming up in four weeks. The listener comments and feedback. Now,
and we start with Valerie, who writes, Hi, Adam, I
listen to your shows via my serious XM app, especially
like yours truly, Jonnie Dollar, Dragnet, Let George Do It,
Love Ball Bailey, Sherlock Holmes, and more. Thank you for
the great programs and interesting discussions. Thank you so much, Valerie.
And then I have a comment over on Spotify, and
this one comes from Mechanic sixty six rights regarding the
Seafarer Mystery. Two hundred and ten pounds isn't that big?
And the saying goes, the bigger they are, the harder
they fall. I think two hundred and ten pounds is
not particularly hefty today, but I think that both in
terms of muscle and in terms of being overweight big people. Today,
your average larger person is larger than the person who
would have been around in the nineteen forties and fifties.
So two hundred pounds lots of muscle probably a lot
more impressive in the mid nineteen fifties than today. And
then have a comment from say Soft regarding the episode
The Wandering Weapon Case. Hey, Adam, in addition to the
problems you sided with rank And there's another problem that's
common with a lot of old time radio detect shows.
It's that whenever there's a shooting and someone appears to
have been framed for it, nobody ever thinks to do
a paraffin test on the subject's hands to see if
you or see had recently fired a gun. I would
think that would be basic routine police work in these
type of cases, but apparently not in the world of
detective fiction. Fair point. The thing with a paraffin test, though,
is that you can fool it if you used blobs
when doing the shooting. In addition, the paraffin test is
really only effective for three days after the killing, so
there are big limits on it. Where I think it
could be very exculpatory is if you found fingerprints on
the gun and we're able to run the paraffin test
within a reasonable amount of time, and then you didn't
find paraffin residue. And certainly there are cases where it
could be suggestive of having fired a gun, but even
then that's not conclusive, particularly if you can come up
with some other reason that you might have the residue there,
like if you went to a shooting range. So I
think there are some limitations with that particular cast. Don't
know how much it would have told in this particular incidence,
but thanks so much for the comment. All right, well,
now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day,
and I want to thank Andrew, Patreon supporter since August
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it out of him? Kurt?
Speaker 2: We get out of that car. Pet your hands, okay,
step closerbody so I can see you.
Speaker 3: I don't know what is this all about? Moriarity?
Speaker 2: P Troman, Fred Moriarity, that's you.
Speaker 3: Yeah, fine, sweat you gave me to here. I am
a reporter being held up by Kaine's Only Night cor Yeah,
and the guy that called a friendly cop Kinsky. I
didn't know with you? The matter with you? Moriarity, What
are you so trigger happy about? Well, there's a hoodlum
here in town. He's threatened to get me the cook
cutting for me.
Speaker 1: Hold on, Oh, name's Leicester.
Speaker 3: Steve Lester say, wait a minute. We got a tip
of there with some shooting here in Docaine.
Speaker 2: You know anything about it, friend, No, no, I haven't
heard anything.
Speaker 3: Why I jump in the car and I have a
look around. No, no, no, you go ahead.
Speaker 2: I've got some business.
Speaker 1: I hope you'll be with us then in the meantime.
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