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now here is the episode from nineteen fifty six or
fifty seven, Innocent Innocent.
Speaker 2: Danger Granger. All right, what's going on around here? Who
call us? Who are you?
Speaker 3: I'm the butler officer, missus Tingrove's.
Speaker 4: Body is in there.
Speaker 2: If there.
Speaker 5: Shut one?
Speaker 2: Say what do you know about this?
Speaker 3: I was in the rear of the house and suddenly
there's the sound of a shot.
Speaker 2: I rushed in here. She was lying there.
Speaker 3: I called the police.
Speaker 5: Department and see anybody around?
Speaker 2: No prowlese.
Speaker 3: I noticed no one, sir. I was in the pantry
cleaning some silver.
Speaker 5: Where's the phone out?
Speaker 2: I have to get homicide out here.
Speaker 3: There's a phone in the hall this way, sir. I
can't imagine who do a thing like this?
Speaker 2: All us?
Speaker 4: What is wrong?
Speaker 2: A young fella standing out on the lawn. He belongs
around here.
Speaker 3: I don't believe I've ever seen him before.
Speaker 5: That's a gun in his hand. You stay here, all right,
fella dropped the gun. Dropped the gun. I said, that's better.
Speaker 2: I'm being fired too. Stick out your mitchella.
Speaker 5: Now, what's your name?
Speaker 2: Hey? Hey, what's the matter with you? I don't know
how do you like that? Get passed out?
Speaker 6: Cool?
Speaker 2: This is Steve Granger, private detective with a story about
a dead woman and a dumb kid. A sweet little
frame for murderers you ever saw during which bullet spanned
the breeze and I fanned the sidewalk. Just a moment,
I'll take you back to one of my most interesting cases.
This is Granger. I was seated at the desk in
my office, eyeing letter I just received from a would
be client who wasn't going to be because I don't
fool with divorce cases. I looked up to greet another one,
a girl in the mid twenties with every possible asset,
beautiful figure, glorious hare, lovely clothes, and a voice like this.
Speaker 7: Mister Granger, I want you to clear my brother a
murder charge.
Speaker 2: Murder.
Speaker 7: I'm Irene Polly. My brother Ronald is under arrest.
Speaker 2: What a second, Miss Polly. This is the story in
the morning paper. Yes, a woman was found dead in
the living room. Safe had been looted her thirty thousand
dollars and jewels. Your brother was found standing on the
lawn outside. The gunny had in his hand proved to
be the murder weapon.
Speaker 7: I know it looks bad, mister Grange, looks.
Speaker 2: Worse than just bad. I don't know what I can
do for you in a case like this.
Speaker 7: He's mister Granger, just go down and listen to what
Ronald has to say.
Speaker 2: Please, and if you wish, I'll drop in and see
my friend, Lieutenant Jake Rankin welcomes you. What's on your
alleged mind today? A lot of things, Lieutenant, mainly a
boy named Ronald Polly. Mister Granger, you are batting that
skull of yours against the closed case we've got Ronald
Powley had got him, but good just the same. Aw
about letting me talk with him? Huh h? That might
be a very smart idea.
Speaker 3: You could help the department out.
Speaker 2: Oh, the kid won't admit shooting the tan Grove woman,
and moreover, he won't name his a compass, the one
who must have got away with a jewelry. In other words,
your case might not be as strong as you intimated
to the paper. We intimated nothing. We merely told the
news men exactly.
Speaker 1: What we found.
Speaker 2: Ron Now what you temperature?
Speaker 7: Did?
Speaker 5: Forget my temperature?
Speaker 6: Now?
Speaker 2: Come on? How am I playing along with us? Why not?
Did you know that the Polly kids got a police record?
I didn't. He and the couple of his high school
pals from the car stiffing game. We caught them. You
were convict? It was he sent up. No, no, he
got out on peril. Hey, he's hisself. Okay, you can
have ten minutes. Right. Well, who you? Why are you here?
My name is Steve Grenger. Your sister asked me to
come around. I have a little talk with you.
Speaker 4: You're not a cop.
Speaker 2: No, I'm a private eye. Your sister thinks you're innocent.
Speaker 4: I didn't kill that one. I didn't steal anything. I
don't even remember how I got out in that district.
Speaker 2: What do you mean you don't remember?
Speaker 4: I don't last thing I remember yesterday is around Moona.
I was working down eighth Street. The wind was blowing
and I got something in my eye.
Speaker 2: Yeah, at least that checks. So was the stiff breeze
around the time yesterday. Okay, kay, let's hear the rest
of it.
Speaker 6: I couldn't get what it was out.
Speaker 4: There was a pull room up a few dollars, so
I thought I'd go inside and have somebody help me. Say, mister,
what is it?
Speaker 2: I got something in my eye.
Speaker 4: Wonder if you would use my handkerchief and get it out.
Speaker 6: Let me see what h I sing that, but he
embedded pretty deeply.
Speaker 4: I suppose i'd better see a doctor.
Speaker 6: I suppose you come over to my place. You have
a soothing lotion that we can use. It will remove
this singer also would see. I don't want you to
go to any trouble message No, no, terrible at old
my boy.
Speaker 2: I keep talking Ronald? What happened? Then we went over
to his room. He washed out my eye, and then
that's all. I remember what other man looked like.
Speaker 4: He was short, black hair, swat complexion, had some kind
of a foreign accent.
Speaker 2: Where was this room?
Speaker 4: I was so worried about my eye, I didn't exactly notice,
but it was up the block from.
Speaker 2: The pool room.
Speaker 4: Mister Grainger, what are.
Speaker 2: They gonna do to me? You're being held on suspicion
of murder Ronald, But I didn't kill her. I couldn't
have Ronald. Yeah, mister Grainger, what happened to your partner,
the one that got away with a ten gelve jewelry?
Speaker 4: What so you're a mere side too? You want me
to confess to something I don't know anything about.
Speaker 5: Get out of here, Get out all right?
Speaker 2: All right?
Speaker 4: I won a lawyer and keep this de spy away
from me.
Speaker 2: He didn't find out any not any more than you
did ten to one. He's covering up for an accomplish,
but we'll find him. Don't worry one thing. He can
give me Jake the name of the two kids who
were in that car stripping racket with a polly boy.
But then it Ranken got into the files, broke out
the names of the two other boys and waved me
out of his office, muttering something about insane private eyes
who didn't know and open and shut case when they
saw one. On the way out. I had a sudden idea. Hello, afternoon, Harold.
Let me speak with Cal Hendrix. Please. Oh Cal, this
is Steve Granger. One little news break, all right, all right,
don't take a fit. I'm working on the ting Grove murder. Yeah,
for the polly boy. His sister hide me Guildy, I
should say, not Cal. In just a couple of hours,
I'll have a startling disclosure. Sure you can print that.
Call you later in the day. I'll continue with this
interesting st in a minute.
Speaker 7: Oh.
Speaker 2: I knew that my friend Cal Hendrix would see that
the next edition carried my statement about a startling disclosure.
I hope that it'd smoke out the real killer. If
there was a real killer besides Ronald Polly hung a
round the paper came out for the story, Red throwed
and decided to go into action. My first port of
call would be the pool room Ronald Polly mentioned down
on Eighth Street. I walked in looking for a dark,
squally man who might answer Ronald Poley's description That was none.
I picked out one big fellow as the man of
whom to ask question, what do you want this little information?
You got the.
Speaker 8: Wrong address, Paul, this is a pool room mud Grand
Central station.
Speaker 2: I'm looking for a man, short, black haired, dark complexion. Well,
I don't know. Nobody likes that neither. There's anybody else
around here.
Speaker 6: Huh.
Speaker 2: What about a couple of kids who're supposed to hang
around here? Billy handle them, Pete Brown?
Speaker 4: Nobody here knows anything besides we don't go for Snoops,
your coup.
Speaker 2: I could be mixed up in the ting Grove thing.
But you're not a cop, not exactly. Okay, Now I'll
tell you something. Walk to that door and time right.
There's a subway station on the next corner. Take the
uptown train and you'll be real well off. Don't give
me that all your mouth, I mean just the same.
I don't know. Boys. We got a smart guy here.
He thinks he doesn't want to take a walk. What
do you say? Uh huh, okay, I can take a y.
I walked to the door, feeling that my head would
be the recipient of a half dozen pool cues if
I hung around any longer. Not that I'm a card,
but I've only got one skull. When I wanted to
last me a long time, I walked up the street,
hoping by instinct to find out in which building the
mysterious stranger lived. This was a corner apartment house. I
bent over the mailboxes trying to get the name of
the manager. When I felt the gun in my back.
Let's take a little walk, Pal, where too? That car
right there in the back?
Speaker 8: Okay, kid, start driving? You fella, hand over that gun
you've got on the shoulder.
Speaker 2: First you don't like my company, and now you do.
Speaker 8: Why Pal, you're moving in on my record.
Speaker 2: You're spoiling things for me. I'm beginning to see things. Really.
Pete and the Polly Kid worked for you as car strippers,
didn't they Maybe they did maybe a mix st up
in the grove, killing if Ronald Polly pulled that job.
Speaker 8: He did it on his own. All I'm interested in
is my own record, not murder.
Speaker 2: If you're interested only in car stripping, I've got nothing
against you. That's the police matter. I'm working on the
tan Grove.
Speaker 8: Thanks, sure, pal, but you know about Hamlin Brown and Polly.
I don't want the cops tye in medium, Madam. I
told you I am interested in the tan Grove case.
Ronald Polly's sister is paying me to clear the.
Speaker 2: Boy if I can.
Speaker 8: Would the kid's sister verify that?
Speaker 2: Sure she would.
Speaker 8: Okay, I'll let you go if you'll have the kid's
sister tell me that you're working for her.
Speaker 2: Pull up where we can get your phone.
Speaker 8: Not so fast, you forget about this little snatch too.
Speaker 2: That's a deal.
Speaker 8: I'll give you back your gun after I take out
the bullets.
Speaker 2: We pulled up near a drug store. I went in
and found Irene Polly. She was puzzled at my strange request,
but she talked to the guy and confirmed my story.
He had no option except to agree that I was
leveling with him, and he left the drug store, got
in his car and drove off. I started walking uptown
when I saw another car swing towards me. I saw it.
The driver had in one hand and hit the curb
and the gutnets. The bullets whizzed past my ears and
the car screeched out a sight, but not before I'd
noticed the make of the car, no number, because the
license plate had been removed. Obviously, I was getting too
close to somebody for that's somebody's comfort. But the jackpot
question was somebody who just a moment, I'll bring you
the climax of the case. After the guy who was
so I just wanted me to take lessons playing the
harp disappeared in the roar of exhaust pipes. I picked
myself up from the sidewalk and took a look at
my suit. I figured my Taylor would be able to
afford another of payment on his new house. I also
figured this would be a good time to call him
my pal cal Hendricks. Hey, Stevie, what will you saw
these torn suit? Buzzing in the head and and sippy
and heart failure? Any more questions? Doctor? All right, all right,
take it easy. Somebody just took a pot shot at
me from a moving car. I got the make, but
not the license number. Oh, my un slews like you.
That's suggest a stone car. See you're real bright today.
Or it could be something else. I was just remembering
a gimmick A gang a lot of thieves used some
years bad. Yeah, this gang. I never steal cars. There
was too much risk involved. They go to drive yourself place,
are in a car, then take off the license plate
and just while the robbery was being committed. M he's
a classified directory. Start thumbing son Green Dear. I want
to have a couple of words. But you are well,
Lieutenant ranking in person, the honest man's friend crazier I
figure to be here with his apology for a newsman.
What's the matter, Jake, look at this story in the paper.
Did you give out a stigment like that? Who could
be possible? What is this starling discovery? Are you withholding
evidence in a murder case? It occurs to me, Lieutenant,
that Steve is tossing around a little string hoping to
catch something. Is that true? Ranger? Uh huh? I hope
the commissioner believe it, because it's even hard for me too.
Lieutenant Rankin stomped off in surly fashion, and I started
calling RENDERLP services. I asked about a certain make of
car with slow, tedious work. Finally, I had a list
of people who rented cars of that particular make the
last day or so. I thank Cal for the suggestion
and went on to the Tengrove home. Yes, sir, my
name is Granger. Like to speak with mister Tangrove.
Speaker 3: I'm sorry, sir, but mister Tengrove is not at all.
Speaker 2: I see you the butler. Yes, sir, you found missus
Tangrove's body, didn't you, Yes, sir, And you didn't notice
anybody else around this place that day except the Polly boy.
That is correct, sir. I have a list of names here.
I wonder if you'd go over it and tell me
if you'd recognize anyone of them.
Speaker 8: I'd be glad to sir.
Speaker 2: Okay, here, take a look.
Speaker 3: Robert French, James Curtis, Richard Dan Dennan Veashley. I know him, Sir,
Denan Vashley. He had been treating missus ten girl. Is
he a doctor, I believe, sir. He refers to himself
as a k alcal therapist.
Speaker 2: What in the world is that?
Speaker 3: Well, I'm not quite certain, sir. It's some sort of
mental treatment.
Speaker 2: Do you have his address, of course, sir, would you
like it? I certainly would. My hunt had fed off.
Denan Vashley lived down on Eighth Street, a block from
the pool room and not far from police headquarters. This
would be another good time to see Lieutenant Rankin at
his place of business. I wanted him to find out
more about this Dennan Ashley before I paid him a visit.
I got out of a taxi and started to holding
it towards police headquarters. The streets were crowded with vehicles
of all kinds. I turned around just in time to
catch a look at a fast moving car. I hit
the dirt like a baseball player sliding in a third base.
All right, Crater, get up out of the gutter. Thank you, lieutenant.
Nice of you to pop along just now. I got
a proud cat chasing the man who shot at you.
We'll find him, don't worry. I hope you do, Lieutenant,
because I'm beginning to think he's the man who really
killed missus Tangrook. Stop dreaming up things once and for all.
I've got food that Ronald Polly killed Miss Tango. Lad
made a patafin test on Ronald Polly's hands. It definitely
poos that he fired the gun. Now will you forget
about the case? No? And for obvious reasons, Lieutenant, I'd
been shot at twice. It couldn't have been Ronald Polly
because he's locked up. That doesn't mean I think it does.
You haven't found a stolen jewelry either, Well, we're working
on it, sluk check do me two small favors? Will
When you start talking like that, it usually means that
I wind up with a worse hitdache than I got normally.
What do you want? Check? A guy named Denham Vashley.
He's an occult therapist. That's a new one for the books.
He lives at this address over on eighth Street. Wind
of just what an occult therapist does? And what else?
Let me talk to Ronald Prowley again. Ronald, I want
you to answer every question I ask you. If you
tell the truth, I might be able to get you
out of this miss What do you want to know?
The pool room where you met this strange man? You
lied to me before. You've hung around there a lot,
haven't you. Yeah, you were working for the man who
runs that pool room. You've kept right on stripping cars
haven't you well, I, well, yeah, you're gonna have to
tell that the police, Ronald. But first, just what happened
in that man's room? It just rinse out your eye?
Speaker 4: Well, no, no, it hurt like the dickens. I couldn't
even let him get near it. So he said he'd
give me a shot of some kind in the arm.
Speaker 2: That's all you remember?
Speaker 4: Yeah, that's all.
Speaker 2: Well, Jake, what'd you find out about Vashlely? Or haven't
you had time? I get a little information. I can't
to his publicity, he relieved, and get this mental distress
through hypnotism. Well, thank you, lieutenants, you've tied it all
up in a nice package. See you later. Why are
you up to now to bring in the person who
really killed missus? Tangroves rank and started fuming about my actions,
but at last, and very grudgingly gave me then in
Vashly's office address. I didn't go there first. Instead, I
had it for Vashley's room in the corner apartment building
on eighth Street. Lastly wasn't around. The place was barely furnished,
and there was nothing suspicious until I got into the
bathroom hamper. There I found a bath towel with a
series of holes burned through it. It had apparently been
used to muffle the sound of a shot from a
revolver that must have been placed in the hand of
a hypnotized boy and fired result a beautiful frame. I
took the booty back to Lieutenant Drank and an homicide.
He wasn't impressed. Uh ah, Granger, you'll have to bring
in something more concrete than a towel has been used
him up with a gunshot. At least bring in this
guy Bashly. Maybe you can snow him. And I'm making
a false stop. No dis comes. You come back when
you got something good. Thanks Jake. That's one of the
things that endears you to me.
Speaker 5: He's so helpful.
Speaker 2: I left the Lieutenant's office and headed for a phone booth.
Irene Steve Granger, I think I got a lead on
who really killed missus Tangrove. Yeah, you over hear anything
about a guy named Dennan Vashley vias h l I.
He's a guy who fixed your brother's eye. Looks like
he doped him, hypnotized him and took him out of
the tangro place as a fall guy. Almost I'm going
over to Vashly's office. Now, maybe I can talk him
into making a break. I denon Vashley's office was in
midtown Manhattan and eight times as luxurious as the room
he had down on Eighth Street. This was the ante room,
but no secretary, grace, the blonde maple desk, the little father,
and saw a man who must have been Vashly, seated
at another desk in the main office. He was just
finishing a phone conversation. Very well, thank you for calling. Yes,
I should see you soon, very soon.
Speaker 6: You wish to.
Speaker 2: See me, I am done on VESHTI lie the major.
Come in close the door.
Speaker 6: Sure, no, mister Granger, put up your hands. Please don't
make a motion towards your gun.
Speaker 2: You don't know, man.
Speaker 6: I have been very aware of you for some time.
Speaker 2: You're the guy who shot at me from the moving car.
Speaker 6: A couple of times you have seved me the trouble
of looking you up again.
Speaker 2: Don't move, I guess must have been close to the truth.
You hypnotize the Parley boy.
Speaker 6: I do mind telling you at all?
Speaker 2: I did you put the gun in the boy's hand,
fired it in the towel, and you're talking to the
tangra of home, killed the old girl with a gun,
took the jewelry, got the gun back and the boy's hand,
and SCRAMed again.
Speaker 6: I don't mind telling you naturally nice work. It took
weeks of planning, first to get the combination of this if,
second to find a suitable sucker. Shall we call Ronald Bawley,
um hm, so to put the.
Speaker 2: Plan into operation.
Speaker 6: You, mister Granger, came as an anti climax. However, I
have a plan for you too. Please do not move.
I have a needle here, all prepared for you. I'm
going to sleep too, yes, and I hope your dreams
are pleasant. This won't take long.
Speaker 2: Too long for me, golden gun, I'll break your rest.
Speaker 5: No, I won't.
Speaker 2: Not well, friends, that's the story. I'll be back to
wrap up the case in just a minute. I don't
like guys with hyperdemic needles. And I grabbed for Dennan
Vashley's gun hand. The gun went off and the fake
doctor fell with a bullet in his chest. I found
for an ambulance and Lieutenant Ranken. Then we searched for
the Tengrove Jewelry. It was not around, and Vashly wasn't
in a talking mood. I suddenly remembered something and took
the lieutenant with me on an errand only I went
in alone.
Speaker 7: Granger, have you found out that Dennan Vashley did the
killing I did? My brother? He's going free, he is. Oh,
how can I ever thank you?
Speaker 2: By handing over the thirty thousand dollars worth of jewels. Irene,
You were in the steel of Vashley. You framed your
own brother, learned of the shadow of the death churn.
Vastly had just hung up the phone when I walked
into his place. You had called him, warned him about me.
You were the only person who knew where I was going.
You hoped I'd get rid of him so you could
keep the loose prove it, and Vastly will when he recovers,
he'll spot dreams about you. Put up your hands with pleasure.
That's kind of a determined looking revolver.
Speaker 4: Moved to one side.
Speaker 2: I'm leaving, Okay, I don't mention it you no, no,
hardly no language please, not that I mind. But the
lieutenant just hates it. See Dranger again, You've just had
one of the most interesting cases in my files and
I'll have another one for you, so be around next time.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. Granger's confrontation with Polly was right out of
the Johnny Dollar Book of Diplomacy, with the allegations and
the way the questions were asked. Once again, we've got
a case where the criminal's biggest mistake is hiring Granger.
This I think is probably the most inexplicable example of it,
as she had everything how she wanted it, and there
was no reason for her to hire a private investigator.
I mean, it's not even a social expectation that you
would hire a PI for your sibling. Maybe if you
got the money, it's expected you'd hire a lawyer, but
there really was no point in this. I will say
that having her set her brother up as the fall
guy made sense because that would explain how he was chosen.
Otherwise they were just randomly picking someone. I also thought
that there was a nice realistic reaction from Lieutenant Rankin,
particularly on the news article and wondering if Grainger was
withholding evidence, which is the first thing I thought Granger
was risking when he planted the story. Well, now we
turn to listener comments and feedback, and we have a
comment on Spotify regarding the invented husband mechanic sixty six
rights there must have called the coughs, although I had
a hard time with the audio, so I could be wrong. Well,
I'm sorry about the audio difficulties. I don't think the
mother called the police in this case. They actually went
down and identified the body, and she claimed that the
dead man was her husband and she had been romantically
involved with the man she actually wanted to marry, so
it wouldn't have taken the police long to investigate. Okay,
this guy was killed and she was romantically involved with
another man. I don't think the mother actually ever found
out because the wedding did go ahead. All right, Well,
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the big story. Will ready.
Speaker 6: The first question you want to see is.
Speaker 2: You can have five minutes, so you're doing.
Speaker 9: The garage part of times.
Speaker 2: What do you want? I want to talk to you
about that killing? Right?
Speaker 8: You are all right?
Speaker 2: You are.
Speaker 9: Not your mother. He's offering a five thousand dollars ward
as she stepped her arts.
Speaker 2: You didn't do it.
Speaker 9: H h your mom. What I'm going to write now
is how it happened. See what you can do with this, mom,
because I'm going crazy.
Speaker 5: I believe your story.
Speaker 9: I got to prove it. If I can believe you,
I don't have the story.
Speaker 5: I'll tell you.
Speaker 9: Is there anything in your letter?
Speaker 2: Work on?
Speaker 4: First?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 4: Woman? What woman?
Speaker 2: Where?
Speaker 7: I don't know?
Speaker 9: Maybe what were you going to say? My girl?
Speaker 1: My wife?
Speaker 3: Come on?
Speaker 2: I want I'm trying to help. I said skip it.
Just find that woman.
Speaker 1: That's all.
Speaker 9: I got, no life anymore.
Speaker 1: Just I hope you'll be with us then in the meantime,
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