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And now here's the Danger with Granger episode Lady.
Speaker 2: Alibi, Danger with Granger.
Speaker 3: That's a spot across the street code okay, a case
of place. For a week, the old watchman goes out
to a saloon at the same time every night, stays
away about half an hour. Right, the guy will be
in there along. The stuff is in the safe over
in the corner. The safe is open. Okay, Now get
going and don't flup it. Yeah, Okay, this is a
stick up, helping your hands, and don't say a word.
Don't worry. I won't help us to reach into that safe.
Bring out the door, all right, and don't open that mouth.
I'm warning you what's going on? It rich old man,
I stick up. You're not getting away with this. You
blubbed this, didn't you? You couldn't help pulling that trigger.
It was gonna flu he said. There was only one
guy in there. Another one came sweeping up back. No
man wearing a gray suit, mair sid I watch you
want to come back early? Hey, this isn't good. Okay,
this and you set up this pace, there's gonna be
a pushover now. I mixed up in the murder rapp
forget it, forget it. I get a murder rap and
the song gets so excited. I'll take care of it.
Speaker 2: Yeah, how cold?
Speaker 3: You'n't going to have an alibi?
Speaker 2: A perfect albhabi.
Speaker 3: This is Steve Granger, private detective with a story about
a Campelly organized alibi which blew up right in the
organizer's faces. In just a minute, I'll take you back
to one of my most interesting cases. This is Granger.
It was a warm fall night and I was walking
down Seventh Avenue in the direction of my apartment without
a care in the world. So I thought. Just ahead
of me, I caught a glimpse of color, which drew
my eye to the girl crouched in the dark doorway.
As I approached her, she ran forward.
Speaker 4: Granger, Granger, talk, hey, I.
Speaker 3: Remember you from someplace names Evie.
Speaker 4: Isn't it yes, eating Hunty. You've got to hide me out.
You've got to keep them away from me.
Speaker 3: Who you're talking about?
Speaker 4: Put into an apartment house?
Speaker 2: Head?
Speaker 4: Can we go there?
Speaker 2: Please?
Speaker 3: Please? There's much time clean come home, faster.
Speaker 4: Care faster.
Speaker 3: As I walked along the car door towards my apartment,
I looked a Levy Hunt. I met her sometime bag
at a party, Remember that she was a professional model.
As I opened the door, I wondered what the cable
was all about?
Speaker 2: All right?
Speaker 3: I mean, now, who's after you.
Speaker 4: Pull down the blinds first? Somebody can see in.
Speaker 3: Sure shake he is a fat man and a reducing machine.
Suppose you explain this deal, Granger.
Speaker 4: Did you read about the shooting night before and asked
that watchman who was wound. Isn't an attempted robbery?
Speaker 3: Tell me you did the shooting.
Speaker 4: No, but I'm being forced to furnish the alibi.
Speaker 3: I mean, you're being forced to furnish the alibi. You know,
the man who did the shooting.
Speaker 4: I never met him before two hours ago.
Speaker 3: But you say you're going to road by him. You
sound like a word called perjury.
Speaker 4: That's it.
Speaker 3: Tell the cops they love it. I can't why not.
Speaker 4: This isn't the first time I've purged it myself.
Speaker 3: I don't think I want any part of this.
Speaker 4: Please please listen to what I have to tell you.
Maybe after that you'll help me.
Speaker 3: Okay, I'm listening.
Speaker 4: Well, it started about three years ago. I was working
hard at being a model. I had a roommate who
was in love.
Speaker 2: With a man.
Speaker 4: She didn't know he was married. When she found out,
she was curious. Her lawyer told her, as sue, but
she needed somebody to testify that this man had promised
to marry her.
Speaker 3: You with somebody, Yeah, well.
Speaker 4: I'm not sorry for her. Besides, I thought I really
remembered hearing him say such things.
Speaker 3: Cool man. A couple of months.
Speaker 4: Later, I was contacted by another man. This time a
boy had slipped and fallen on the ice in front
of a building.
Speaker 3: You testified again and got the money for it. Yeah,
I ought to pick up that phone and tell the
police what you've just told me. That's the dirtiest of
all the rackets. I'll a buying guilty people out of
the penitential.
Speaker 4: Stranger, Please listen a little longer.
Speaker 3: A little while, That's all.
Speaker 4: I got a call today from a certain man. They
call him a fixer. If you know what that is,
I do. He wanted me to come over to his apartment,
so I went. When I got there, he introduced me
to someone.
Speaker 3: He mean me, Cole Martel. Hi. Cole here is in
a little jam now, knowing that you're a girl with
a big high I.
Speaker 4: Figured that cute? What am I doing? How much?
Speaker 3: He thought we might arrange for cold to being with you?
Night before last around nine o'clock give me the pact? Well,
there was a stick up. See man was shot. Ane
of one got a good look at Cole. It could
be too bad if they arrested him.
Speaker 4: Okay, what do I do?
Speaker 3: I have one of a street photographers lined up. He'll
snap a picture of you and Cole. He'll date it
the afternoon of the night the shooting took place okay
by me. You and Cold were together that afternoon and
all that evening until rather late you went over the
Palisades Park.
Speaker 4: I can say that for how much two fifty?
Speaker 3: You know me better than that?
Speaker 4: Is a man dead?
Speaker 3: No, just won'tn't. Here's a newspaper story on the hold up,
dirty doc.
Speaker 4: What's the matter with your right into the pen? I'll
see your boot and jail before I get through that
Watchman cole shot happens to be my ex father in law.
Speaker 3: You're doing exactly as I told you to get out
of my way. I'm leaving. No, you're not. Baby, You're
gonna Hella buy me. If it's the last thing you do.
Don't you hit me again. That's enough. Cold, don't mock
her up. You'll do it, won't you, my dear, Because
if you don't, you'll take the wrap for those other
persuries of yours, and your ex father in law will
wind up in the morgue. I'll continue with this interesting
story in a minute. That was the story that Ivi
Hunt told me, the story that had brought it to
me for protection. But I'm afraid I wasn't in any
mood to give it to her.
Speaker 4: So I think granger, and I'm not very proud of
the story. Photographer Meedicon took the picture. And then I
got scared and I came to you.
Speaker 3: This watchman you said he was your ex father in law.
How do you mean X?
Speaker 4: My husband died all overseas that I guess I saw it,
went to pieces.
Speaker 3: You had gone the police headquarters and tell my story.
Speaker 4: If I do, they'll kill the old man. I'll go
to the pen. I'll have done nobody no.
Speaker 3: Good except wreck the fixture. Oh is he Alvin Julius?
All then Julius never heard of him.
Speaker 4: Not many people had. He poses as an investment broker
onto a couple of finance companies, helps people out of trouble.
Speaker 3: He helped you in. I don't know what I can
do for you. Ev If I try to assist you,
I'd be aiding in a budding perch.
Speaker 4: You're the love of Heaven. Give me a break.
Speaker 3: I'm giving you a break right now, but not calling
the cops and telling them the story. I'm gonna give
you another one.
Speaker 4: Thanks.
Speaker 3: I'm gonna ask you to leave my place. I'm gonna
wait five minutes. Then Center Street gets a story. You
won't help me, not one single bit, little lady. Now
scram all right, where I'll go? I sat in my
easy chair facing the door. The clock ticked its way
five minutes into the future.
Speaker 4: Grangers grangers are outside. They're waiting for me. So what
They'll beat me up again. They'll force me to go
onto that witness sun untimorrow.
Speaker 3: Life? Should I lose my sleep over that? I want
you around here as much as an army of termis
no geez.
Speaker 4: I'll make a bargain.
Speaker 3: What bargain?
Speaker 4: You hide me? I'll give me just twenty four hours
and then I'll tell the police everything.
Speaker 5: I know.
Speaker 3: You lied before to a judge and jury. Why should
I believe you? Here's someone coming, might be one of
the tenors. I'm scared. Quiet, What do you going to do? Nothing?
Our friend is leaving. I moved to the window and
open the blinds, making certain I wouldn't be seen from
the street. A minute later, a figure saunded across wandered
into a doorway and became invisible in the night.
Speaker 4: Is he watching this place?
Speaker 3: Can you seem move in front of the windows? Parked
in a doorway, I'll.
Speaker 4: Never get out of here.
Speaker 3: They're going to kill I don't think so, Eavy. You're
worth more as a material witness than a corpse. Is
he still there? I think so. Wait, another guy's going
over and on, come here. What that's your friend, mister Julius?
Speaker 4: What's too dark? I can't tell who you call it?
Speaker 3: Never mind, Lisa Parkman, this is Steve Granger. Listen. I've
been watching a couple of characters down on the street
in front of my apartment. They act like Pralad's yeah,
directly across you will, thanks Greener.
Speaker 4: They're standing out on the light now.
Speaker 3: I recognize Colin martinew Which one is Martel? The shot
at one on the left, starting across the street like
I was getting ready to how board is oh? The
boys in bloom must have been righted in the neighborhood police.
Speaker 4: They're talking to the two men.
Speaker 3: You're getting out of here. There's a stairway down the
back way. The door is bolted open it. Go down
the alley and start running. The Rex Hotel on East
fourty first Street. The night trak's name is Nick Brown.
Tell him I said to him to hide you up.
He was an amen Gray. It'll be easy for you
to remember.
Speaker 4: I just hied up here.
Speaker 3: Cops will be at this door in five minutes. Would
you like to answer a lot of embarrassing questions? Now?
Would you like to wait until I take you to
the clink personally? Ev Hunt slipped out the door and
disappeared down the backway. She barely made it because a
minute later and I had two of New York's finest
at my door asking questions. I answered them with simple platitudes,
and they went on their way. It was too late
at night to do more, so I engaged in a
few hours in more RESTful operation between the sheets following mine.
Because I had questions, I dropped in to see my
newspaper friend Cal Hendrix. Hi, Steve, what do you want now?
I want you to do something for me. I do
it myself, but I'm afraid I'd be recognized. The lady
has a husband. Lady in question happens to be a perjurer.
I feel like I was carrying a landmine around in
my clothes and him to a demolition center. What about
this lady? Lyve? A guy named Alvin Julius is his address.
He's supposed to be an investment broker, but according to
this girl, he placed out for our criminal citizens. The
word is fixer precisely. Now try and get to him
in a legitimate way. See what you can find out
for me, okay, Steve, will do. I left Carl's place
and went down a police headquarters to check on a
picture of Cole Mark Tel and on the condition of
the night watchman had been shot. He was in hospital,
but they thought he'd pulled through. Then I headed back
to Karla Hendrick's apartment, hoping he'd managed to get some
information for me. By now his door was open. Cal Hey, Cow,
where are you? That's funny you wouldn't go out and
leave his door open, cal Cow. I saw him. He
was lying just beyond the door to his bedroom, and
he was horribly still. Suddenly I was angrier than I'd
ever been in my life. Whoever did this was going
to pay with interest. And just a moment, I'll bring
you with the climax of the case, seeing my friend
Cal Hendrix lying in it on the floor of his apartments,
and a sudden cold chill creeping up from the base
of my spine. And moved over to him, and with
a sign of relief, saw that he was still breeding.
Col What happened to you or helped me up?
Speaker 5: Get me some eyes from my head. I feel like
the morning after two nights.
Speaker 3: Before you can you stand up? Yeah? But I wish
the room had stop sneeing around? Right? What happened? I
went to see Elf and Julius.
Speaker 5: He acted like a very nice chant operating a very
nice business. Also, he wasn't interested in me or what
I wanted. Cautious that I was out before I was in?
Speaker 3: Who slugged you? I came back here door bell rang?
I opened the door. No one was there. Then as
I poked my head out to look down the carridor
and I got it. Now, why why would anyone want
to slug you? Holy cats? I'll bet I've been robbed.
Cal Hendricks and I went through his place and found
nothing missing. He described as assailant an acrid verbiage, and
then emerged a clear concise picture of Cole MarkeTel. Then
Cal made a discovery. Great, my revolver, it's gone. In
that case, i'd better give you the whole story. I
finished telling the story, asked Cal to check the old watchman,
dug up the name of the other witness and got
on my way. The boy named Harry Garnett, who worked
in the place that had been robbed. Lived up Tom. Yeah,
I'm Steve Granger. I have to ask you a couple
of questions about that hold up the other night. Were
you're a police officer and I am a private investigator.
I could describe the man who shot the old watchman, Well,
remember anything about the way he was dressed? Well, no,
not exactly. Didn't you give a description to the police
after you call him? Well, yeah, you're a little vague today,
an't you would? G Greene, I just don't remember. The
boy looked badly scared, and I began to wonder why
after thanking him, I got on the phone to Lieutenant
Jake Rank in the headquarters.
Speaker 2: Sure we got a.
Speaker 3: Witness, Gumshoe, a man who saw my tell out of
the place. That boy having got it, you gotta got
him in too. I wouldn't be too sure. I just
talked to Garnet, so his description is vaguer than a
politician's alibi. I hung up on the headquarters. Man, meet
it up to my office. I wanted in some way
to get the name of the photographer who'd taken the
picture of Evie and Cole was to be a large
part of his alibi. I called the Rex Hotel where
Evie was hiding up. Hello, Evie, this is Granger. Anybody
bother you? When you told me about Julius and Cole,
Julia said something about a sidewalk photographer. Know his name? Oh?
Speaker 4: Let me think it was. It was something like like.
Speaker 3: Bamford, Ma'mford?
Speaker 5: Yeah?
Speaker 3: I think so? What firmed? You know? No? I don't
too bad, Hey, pal, see you let a kid? You
want me? Mister, you're the private eye. Suppose I am?
I get old, got a self lust. I kind of
went it back. If you tried the police. I don't
think the police could help me, but I could if
there was enough money in it for you keep saying words,
I don't even have to mention. Let's go his name?
You know what I don't think I do? Would five
hundred be enough? You're buying me off? Hey, Cole, I
don't know what you're talking about. You you know the
guy who shot that watchman. You're the guy who slapped
ev Hunt around. Hands off me. You followed it to
my apartment. You and your pal was tacked out around
the place.
Speaker 2: Let's go Steve, Hey, Steve.
Speaker 3: He's got to you guys coming up here. I saw
him leave. I had a hunchting's one good. Only they weren't.
Oh my head's got more lump sound than a pineapple.
He's the same one who tagged me. Yeah, the watchman
he died. That makes Cole Martell a candidate for the chair.
Cal Hendrix and I went to work checking street photographers.
After an hour of this, we located not fit that
employed a man named Bamford. His boss told me that
Bamford didn't show up for the work this morning. That
I don't like. This is his door, it's open. Looks funny,
I know, I'll slam the door all the way open.
A right, nobody home, I guess should you pulled down?
It's find a light. You're wrong, Cal, there is somebody home,
but permanently.
Speaker 5: Look, we had nothing from him. He's dead than yesterday's news.
Let's see you going through him. Sure he's wallet driver's license.
This is Bamford, all right? Better NOTIFI homicide. Well there's
a gun that must.
Speaker 3: Have done the job. What's wrong now? Don't you recognize it?
I'd a dirty double daily crookie.
Speaker 2: Use my gun.
Speaker 3: Cal Hendrix notified headquarters. We hung around and told what
we knew, which was a little less than minus zero.
I had an idea and put it into execution. You're
the dominant duty here, Yes, sir, I am. How long
have you been on this says eight? This morning? I'm
wondering to write A young woman and left this hotel
this morning. You're were the hotel's patrons. Oh, yes, sir,
especially the young women. I see right now that you
and I are going to be great friends. The dorman
had an eye for the girls, particularly the one eye
had in mind, e v Hunt. He'd seen her come
out of the hotel with a man whose description was
that of Cole Martell, but that was all that he remembered.
I looked up ev Hunt's address and the telephone book
and headed there. People in her building said she hadn't
been around for a day or two. I went up
to her floor and investigated personally. This was it a
one room apartment he could have stuck into a packing
Creighton had room left over. It was a typical girl's apartment,
containing a lot of distaff, disarray that afforded me nothing
in the way of information. I closed the door behind
me and went back downstairs. I was walking towards the
front door of the building when I saw him, him
referring in definite terms to witness named Harry Garnett. He
was pushing in an answer button by straining myself all out.
Wasn't too hard to see it was the button under
the name EVI Hunt. When he left, I followed him.
When he arrived at his destination, I noted it, spread
it for a phone and made a date with cal Hendrix.
Speaker 2: I'll come.
Speaker 3: You didn't call a rank and done at headquarters?
Speaker 5: Or are you under the impression of the police department
isn't interested?
Speaker 3: I thought of that, Cown. Then I thought of the
way that Cole Martell slugged you, Oh yeah, and took
away your revolver. How what were you waiting for? Cow?
I don't know what this caper is, but I have
a pretty good idea. What you do some kind of payoff?
Can it take place?
Speaker 2: Just where are we?
Speaker 3: If you don't mind releasing that bit of news threading
the car? Do? It's one Alvin Julius's apartment. H And
here we are, just before we go in, let's press
the ear to the door. You're really gone, berserve first,
just shoot the old what I had to. Then you
slug that reporter and finally go up the Granges office
and get up with him. The only smart person around
here is half. Oh yeah, he did what he was
told and kept his mouth up. I'm afraid you're of
no more use to us. Go, Harry, put down a gun,
and you might as well get rid of her too. Harry,
come on call and we go. Hola, juias you too, Harry,
Where did you come from?
Speaker 5: See look on the floor.
Speaker 3: Sure that's Evie Hunts. She was the real leader. She
was going to use me as a blind when Julius
and Harry decided to get rid of her.
Speaker 4: See who.
Speaker 3: Well, friends, that's the story. I'll be back to wrap
up the case and just simin it. Oh, Harry Garnet
tried a quick shot, but he must have been nervous
when Wired and I got him in the arm. Karl
Hendrix stood by while I call Rank in the headquarters.
Even after Julius and Harry Garnet blot it out their confessions,
he was still in a mental haze. I escorted him
back to his place. Steve, I don't get it. I
thought Evie hunt came to you for help. Sure she did.
She'd pleaded that she didn't want to testify for coal
for a good reason. I don't get it. Oh, Alita
was Evie Hunt, not al than Julius. But Julius and
Garnet were ready to take over, so she saw a
good chance to get rid of him. But she'd have
to take the wrap for perjury. What's a year or
two compared to life or the chair?
Speaker 5: I don't know, Steve, aren't there any more nice goes around?
Speaker 3: Pardon me, cal Hey, what are you doing now calling
a nice girl? Steve Granger again? You've just heard one
of the most interesting cases in my files, and I'll
have another one for you, So we'll be around next time.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. She might have done better if she had
found a more sympathetic or easily influenced private eye than Granger.
It would have been hard to find one who was
less so, so I do questioned her talents as a fixer,
given that she personally got involved in perjuring herself in
two separate court cases within a year. And the really
good fixer will stay more in the background. Now we
turn to listener comments and feedback and have a comment
from Mechanics sixty six, regarding the Arnie Lussett story, yet
another criminal's biggest mistake is hiring a detective. The American
accents were much better in this episode. I think that
that is so often true with Danger. With Granger, we've
had relatively few episodes and that does seem to be
a bit of a recurring theme. And of course the
Mastermind brought him in in this case, but at least
in this episode, she at least had a really clear
reason for bringing Granger in, which is far more than
you can say in some of these other cases. I
think the accents on the series are generally decent, although
there were a couple of pronunciations that really did strike
me this episode. Thank you so much, appreciate the comment.
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Speaker 3: Where the whole of it? Mister Maddock.
Speaker 6: When I got to the home the next morning, Dad
was dead. He died just ten minutes after missus Taylor
coll What.
Speaker 3: Did she give as the cause of death? Gastric ulcers.
Speaker 6: But he was poisoned. He never had a sign of
any kind of ulswer. He was poisoned by that horrible woman, and.
Speaker 3: I made him go there.
Speaker 7: Let me ask you just one question, Miss Wellington. You've
outlined a very complete story of just how your father died.
Speaker 3: How do you know all these things?
Speaker 6: The last time I saw Dad at the home, he
was so frightened underneath. I should have known men, I
should have taken him away then, but I didn't know
he's dead.
Speaker 7: Well, that doesn't answer my question. You told me how
he died. You even told me what he dreamed. How
can you possibly know all this?
Speaker 6: Well, I don't actually know it, I suppose, but it
could have been something like that. It must have been
something like that.
Speaker 7: Mm hmm. Well, if so it's the biggest hottest lead
on a story I've ever gotten. But if not, it's
the most malicious, evil piece of slander I've ever heard,
and does a newspaper man, I guess it's up to
me to find out which it is.
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