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Speaker 2: Yeah, Danger with Granger? Where is the cod though?
Speaker 3: Yeah, I'm there.
Speaker 4: I'm gonna get off the old tug burbon time myself.
A nice job, a sure inside some central heated office.
Speaker 3: Yeah, I used to say that we look at here.
Speaker 5: I am through working the tug boats.
Speaker 2: I've got a part, So come here quick, watt there, come.
Speaker 5: To here right there?
Speaker 3: What girls on?
Speaker 5: Take a look over at the fourth side. You tell
me my god.
Speaker 3: Nott said something.
Speaker 2: Oh he smoke.
Speaker 5: You see the same thing I do.
Speaker 4: That looks like a pair of legs singing about the water.
Oh he's too You get that burn up on the
first side.
Speaker 2: You regent just past the stern, going to reverse.
Speaker 4: Right, Okay, okay, hold it, I got him set out
here to my hand.
Speaker 5: Okay, what.
Speaker 2: You street? Right?
Speaker 4: I get a lovely guy. Somebody should have told me
I put a life for rama r a rab.
Speaker 2: Yeah, yes, here is. You gonna put this life belt
on him? Sow what somebody else can look at his
his head? This guy who's murderous.
Speaker 3: There's a Steve Grainger, private detective with a story about
a comic strip audist to God himself involved in a
situation which did improve so comic by him. In just
a moment, I'll take you back to one of my
most interesting cases. This there's stranger. I was sitting in
my office where I radiator was getting off some of
that heat that's so popular on wintery days. Business has
been slower than the fifth Tavener busts in a blizzard,
and I was thinking of locking up shop and taking
the afternoon off when the man rushed in.
Speaker 5: You gotta do something for me right away.
Speaker 3: Slow down to the roughness. They're gonna find me.
Speaker 6: When they do, I'll be choosing matter what murder as
soon as they see the people that come looking for me,
and I'll be choosing matter I didn't do it? To understand.
Speaker 3: As soon as you can tell me a couple of things,
we'll go ahead. If you can't, I'll throw yacht. You're
making me nervous, right all right? You know that's a
good question.
Speaker 2: First who I am?
Speaker 7: Then?
Speaker 3: Second? Who was murdered?
Speaker 2: Third?
Speaker 3: Why is anybody gonna say you did it? Well?
Speaker 2: My name is Keith.
Speaker 3: Leffert number two. Please look at this new frere right there.
And the crew of the tug about Mary J found
the body of Calvin Leftart floating downstream in the Hudson River.
When the body was hauled aboard, they found that a
life belt had been tied around the ankles. Ankles, what
kind of routine is that he found the morgue. It
was found that Leftid had died of drowning, but suspicion
arose when a booze bad enough to cause the fracture
was found in his forehead. My relations the dead man
to you, he's my brother, And when the police starts
checking the I'll be sure I did not be left up.
Why turn the people to the comic section? Comics they're
under on? Okay, now what.
Speaker 5: Look at these the comics.
Speaker 3: I've been an eye of the pictures and got a surprise.
In the comics the Coast Patrol had found exactly what
the tug boat men had really found in the Hudson
River this morning. Then I looked at the audi's name
and got another surprise. Now, so you're the man who
draws this straight noticed.
Speaker 6: The identical rang which the man in the comics ship
dance I do. The police will find out about this.
Speaker 3: When they do that. Arrist me, did you kill your brother?
How far in advance you draw this Coast Patrol? I
see for five weeks ahead, and you think that somebody
might have got hold of the Coast Patrol and killed
your better the same day the story apperiod, What earth
can I think? Who can take a look at your
stuff before it's published? Thousands of people, it's.
Speaker 6: Tending get people, newspaper employees, my servants.
Speaker 3: And that bothers me too.
Speaker 6: In tomorrow's issue, the leader of the gang is killed
time abrans produces.
Speaker 3: But the second bred man turned the press, and do
you think that will happen to you?
Speaker 6: I am conduced of it.
Speaker 3: I'm not a few comic strip at it from that time.
But Keith Leffert took the first prize. He was nervous
as a landlord at the rent control meeting. I promise
third friend of the matter sent him on his way
and put the trip down at the police headquarters to
find out what I could about the murdered man. After that,
I called Leffort. I had a question to ask him
and hope he would give me the right answer. Hello,
Oh is mister, My name is Grainger. Very important that.
Speaker 8: I speak to him, Oh, very well, one of only Please.
Speaker 3: Granger. The police vestment of Jebel's body was putting the
river about nine this morning. Alibi for that time? Were
you why Jersey?
Speaker 7: I gotta telephone eight o'clock.
Speaker 8: It was posed to have been from Antis to do
my feeling work.
Speaker 6: He told me the stuff was ready.
Speaker 3: Why didn't he come to Manhattan? He's an invalid in
that case. You've still got an arabi lepard. That's just it.
When I go over to Jersey, the.
Speaker 8: Man wasn't home.
Speaker 3: When Keith Leffert gave him quip a man's telephone number.
I hung up dire of the man and checked on
the story of the Jersey trip. The man denied having
car leapard and certainly they had not seen him. I
roped out of a drug store where I'd made the
call and moved toward the corner, intending to flag down
a cab. But I'd changed I set the traps of foot.
Something made me look at the ride of car was
running for the light director of beach. I'll continue with
this interesting story in a minute. As the car read
towards me, I turned myself back to the shutter the sidewalks.
My body hit the ground. I thought my foot just
scraped the side of the car as it went past
and disappeared. I barely escaped from a deliberate rundown. I
stood for a while, getting my breath back, then the
hair of the cab and went to see the nervy
comic strabodies. He showed me into his study and I
told him two things. One, the guy he claimed that
called him the Jersey denied having done it. Two the
attenth on my life.
Speaker 6: But that's terrible. Are you sure it was you really
tried to run down?
Speaker 3: I was the only one crossing the street. This is
making me move y than ever, how about a big
I could sure use one.
Speaker 2: I'll ring for the maid.
Speaker 3: I watched let it move along, restlessly, thinking at this
moving net, snapping his fingers. Then the door opened. This
woman was no maid. She was tall, the statuesque type
with dark red hair that flimmed my copper, not undress,
the party type. Didn't do any harm.
Speaker 6: I heard the darling and told myself a couple of drinks, Rover,
this is a Steve Grainger, a private detect This is
my right us.
Speaker 3: How do you do what I'm a really you bring
of a private talk? He's going to be my buddy guy.
Speaker 6: When I thought the police did they do?
Speaker 5: Darling?
Speaker 3: But I want someone around all the time.
Speaker 6: I'm afraid something might happen to you wailing to have
them brothers up to cut your mother, and I find
it has Oh my god, no to gang here, even on.
Speaker 3: The the most unusual circumstantive All right, missus levers, I was
just gonna ask your husband if he had any idea
why if someone would want to kill his brother.
Speaker 5: I'll get the drinks watch the being of the Scotch.
Speaker 3: Roy Or drink Scotch pleasing on the rock.
Speaker 5: I'll be right back, love it.
Speaker 3: What's just about your brother?
Speaker 8: Here?
Speaker 3: Money? A lot of money to a man? What's a
lot five thousand? It's a lot, tully, jehoun did you
better owe this money?
Speaker 6: A man named Steed.
Speaker 3: And he runs.
Speaker 6: I'm kind of please.
Speaker 3: Let me see.
Speaker 5: There's someone who's heard from the police department and he
wants to talk to you.
Speaker 7: Stand by me.
Speaker 3: I've got a better idea. Talk to him. He wants
to take it out of headquarters. Go along with no argument, Ginger.
Then get your attorney. He can get you out of
a rid of habeas coffice. Okay, yes, now go talk
to him.
Speaker 5: Who's lasting strange minute, the ginger, I thought my husband
implied you to garden.
Speaker 3: I have a feeling that right now your husband would
be better off in jails. This is Is there a
back way out of here?
Speaker 6: Is that dog there at least out into the hall?
Speaker 3: Thinks I'll see you later, but I'll have to say
that later too. I slipped out the side door, made
me way back around towards the front of the building
and the elevators and if an officer recognized me, at
least I wouldn't be sneaking. I had a downtown at
Cala Hendricks's place, and all the time I had a
feeling I was being followed, but I couldn't spop my follower.
Speaker 5: Hi, Steve.
Speaker 3: If very look kind of hat and do it well,
I shouldn't die. I was nearly kissed by by a
car which had lethal intension. Believe me, I've been sweating
ever since. There's one way to get rome these four days,
say O, I don't know about a fellow named Andrew.
Steve run some kind of a joint. It's no joint.
It's girl of Padlock Club, one of those places where
each customer has a key.
Speaker 5: Steed's a shop.
Speaker 3: He's never been bred in by the police, but they
have gambling. They do, at least the words around them. Man,
But mister Steve has never been caught. I'm from the
bevy of legal lights he's got around him. Probably never
would be.
Speaker 2: Hendrick speaking.
Speaker 8: Yeah Ice here see you man, don't recognize the Hello Grainger?
Speaker 3: Yeah, stay away from left. Something will happen to you,
like being run down by another car.
Speaker 8: How you ever?
Speaker 3: Hello? Hello? What was that some character handing out warnings.
Speaker 5: I don't see your cal I already seen, Steve, I
most certainly.
Speaker 3: I am Andrew Steed. Lived in an ultra ultra apartment
in an ultra ultra section. I got past the dormant
with no trouble. Ten boys higher up. I found myself
at the Padlock Club owner's door.
Speaker 6: Where are you already around?
Speaker 2: This is my busy bird.
Speaker 3: And I'm Steve Dringer. We're going to talk to Andrew
Steed about a murder.
Speaker 5: Murder Calvin Lefford, I'll see your pro bruss will talk
to you.
Speaker 3: Are not it all close in my face? I try
to recall a voice on the telephone accoun Hendrix's, and
if it resemble this man's or not, I couldn't quite
make it. Set the Bruce could give you five minutes.
This is his bud day too. You don't know how
grateful I am.
Speaker 8: Come on, and he thanks a lot. O.
Speaker 3: See you're the boss Andrew Steed in person, he says he.
Speaker 8: Wanted to turk a bad leopard's murder granger. Why very
simple speed.
Speaker 3: I could have had a room with it. You put
a finger on Calvin Leffart because he couldn't pay off
five thousand dollars Yogi.
Speaker 8: Killing Calvin Lefford wouldn't get me back the money.
Speaker 3: You know that it might intimidate a few others who
owe you money too, can't.
Speaker 9: You think, Grainger? I don't want to be linked with
the Lefford killing. It's extremely bad for business. I didn't
have anything to do with the killing. The police know
anything about that five thousand Calvin oldman, not from me.
Speaker 3: They don't, but I believe they have taken Keith down
the headquarters, crack on the questions, pretty scared.
Speaker 8: Who else knows besides you?
Speaker 3: And Keith delivered? I couldn't say this isn't good.
Speaker 8: How much su will you take to keep quiet about
my connection?
Speaker 3: Not a sense? Speed? If you didn't have anything to
do with Calvin Leffard's death, fine you did, that's another thing.
Do you let it? Steed? I moved towards the elevators,
sudden of that instinct told me to turn around. I
didn't duck just in time. I hadn't got a good
look at the gunman's position, but it could have been
the doorway the Speed's apartment. What's going on out here?
All right? Seed?
Speaker 2: Hold it you buster, get out here.
Speaker 4: What's the matter with you?
Speaker 3: Let's see that gun you've got parked in your shoulder cup. Now,
let's get that out.
Speaker 8: Okay a few years.
Speaker 3: This hasn't been fired. Here, take it back all right?
Speaker 8: Ger?
Speaker 3: Is that for? You've got a gun? Steed?
Speaker 8: Don't be ridiculous.
Speaker 3: What happens? Tom Junka took a pot shot at me?
Must have disappeared down in this carri.
Speaker 8: Door ranger to me decide a moment something I think
you should know.
Speaker 3: Okay, what is it? Take him upgrade, I'll take that
trinning you before you hear this.
Speaker 9: For Steve, I've changed my mind about you, mister. I
think perhaps you'd better be put on ice for a
little while.
Speaker 3: Yeah yeah, I felt the impact of a gun, but
behind my ear so nine kinds of brilliance and promptly
dive down in the blackness. That's one of the disadvantages
of my profession. Every hood live in town thinks of
you as a nut to crack. In just a minute,
I'll bring you the climax of the case. When I
woke up after being slugged by Andrew steed sidekick, I
had a splitting headache and fell like a bundle of laundry.
When I looked around the clove, I found myself tied,
hand and footed in what was some kind of an
oversized canvas bag. I spent what must have been an
hour or two in a vehicle that bounced along with
gay abandon. I felt like I was living in a
chapter out of Keith Leffert's Coast Patrol.
Speaker 8: When the vehicle stopped, all right, let's get him out
of here, right, I felt.
Speaker 3: Myself being lifted and carried. The door opened and shut.
Then another one, and this man here, you know what
to do. I do be sure and keep an eye
on him.
Speaker 8: He gets violent occasionally.
Speaker 3: Then I had a door shut, and in a moment
the canvas bag was undone. I was untied by a small,
shifty looking character in a white coat.
Speaker 4: There.
Speaker 3: That's more comfortable, isn't it. If you're a doctor, mister,
you're going to be in a jam for this caper. Now, now,
don't get excited. The guy took off and locked the door.
Looked around. I was in a cell, carefully petted. It
didn't take much to figure that I was in a
private institution, and probably as a relative or friend of
Andrew Steves. I sat in the cell for an hour
two three, and through a bard window I could see
the day if hurting in a night. Then I had
a visitor. I thought you might like some food. Thanks
a lot, I could use it by all right, well,
here's the tray. I'm sure you'll be satisfied portray your character.
I looked down at the fallen man for a second.
Then I went through him, got a set of keys,
and moved cautiously towards what I hoped was the front
of the This was the office where I'd made my
first exit from the laundry bag. This was the street
that I was free. But where was I? I jotted
down the number of the building, an old huss that
had been converted to a sanitarium. Our next corner. I
got the name of the street from the sign. It
was Cyprus. I held a passing car. The driver took
me to the local taxi stand. I was in a
small town or New Jersey. I told a hacket to
take me back to Manhattan. I stood at the door
of Keith Leffert's bat, pursing the buzzer button. I waited
five minutes. Ten I'd been an aide of the door
and couldn't hear a sound. I left the building for
a telephone booth and made a court of police headquarters.
The headquarters man told me that Leffett had been released.
After an hour of questioning. My next stop with Stiege apartment.
I had a newsplash for him in both hands. After
five minutes, I gave it up and went back downstairs.
The dorman remembered seeing Steve leave. His man said they
had driven him away in a car. When the dorman
described it to me, sounded like the one that had
tried to run me down. This was the entrance to
Steve's club. The padlock no doorknob was visible, only a
single keyhole, to which I had no key. Yeah, what
do you want? I want to go inside. I've got
a message from mister Steve. Where's your key? I haven't
got a key. Then you don't get in. Maybe that's
the way you feel about it. Stop it. Put up
the hands, okay, I said, nobody gets in without a key,
so blow. I moved away from the Padlock Club, getting
the man's eyes on me. I stopped at an alley
that lay a hunch and moved down towards where BLACKSMI
shut off the street lights. There was a car parked here,
car that looked familiar. I reached inside and I was
in the glove compartment. The registration slip showed the car's
owner as Andrew Speed. This was the car that tried
to run me down, and let's go for the night.
Went back to my apartment, planning unpleasant things for Speed
the next day. Then I phoned Keith Leffert with no results.
At nine the following morning, I reached outside the door.
I picked up the newspaper and sold the headlines Keith
Leffert was dead. I got into my clothes and did
to my pile. Cal Hendricks and I had need of
the newspaper. Man, Well, excuse is that now, Carl, take
a look at this baddy is Keith Leffert, popular comic
strip artists was found in his apartment last night at midnight.
Police say that Leffert committed suicide. He has one note
to his wife that come to were not developed. I
turned up the comics section.
Speaker 6: Have a look.
Speaker 3: He mess upcoming strip. The gangster kills himself because of
his brother's death a day earlier. And I've said it
looks like the long arm of coincidence, doesn't it? It
sure does? And or maybe Keith Leffert killed his brother.
He had no adibi for the fiend of his brother's death.
Maybe he lived out his own story. Maybe maybe not. Carol,
I'm going out of the morgue. You have the whole story.
Maybe maybe not. It's correct, maybe it is, Okay, what's
the dope? Obviously missus leftot telephoned.
Speaker 5: Does she was at the opera in her husband killed himself?
Speaker 3: Oh?
Speaker 5: That hurt was lying on the backboard in the living room,
fully dressed, even to an overcoat and pair of drugs.
Speaker 3: And what about that note? Gotta tell me what it says.
Speaker 5: It was written on his typewriters. Don't make fast gasses, stranger,
he signed a note. The signature looks genuine.
Speaker 4: Go on.
Speaker 5: It just said something to the effect that he was
responsible for his brother's death, that he could prefer to
give him any more money. Oh, I think he's just
with moodon why cala Hendrix.
Speaker 3: Says, maybe maybe not. I left police headquarters and went
back uptown. My client was dead for the rider, was
no more reason for me to work on the case.
Then I noticed the man following me. It was Andrew
Steed's man seven, the one who'd helped me get into
the sanitarium. I stopped off at a convenience store phone
cal Hendrix to tell him where I was going. Then
I became as obvious as a strip tease artist in
the night court. I wound up at Andrew Steed's floor.
This man wasted no time.
Speaker 5: Hard Kerry Grainger, So you got out, I did. You
were a chump to come back here inside.
Speaker 3: I've been working for this. Thanks for opening the door.
I dragged the unconscious Hudle him inside and went to
work stretching the apartment. I found something interesting. The whole
page is the Coast Patrol comics, the page that showed
how both times had been committed. I examined keith left
signature and got a hunch that the office had not
committed suicide. I called the newspaper syndicate that handled Leapt
stuff and asked the question. I got an interesting answer.
Now I needed to bluff my way through. This was
the Lepid apartment.
Speaker 5: You're a little locist to grange.
Speaker 3: My husband is Bud, I know, just let me move
in such a hurry, missus Levitt, I want to ask
you a question. But did Chiefs always make two copies
of his advanced comic strip sometimes? Did he make two
copies of the sheet that showed both deaths? I'm rock
because the newspaper syndicate said that they'd received only one.
Speaker 2: Is that unusual?
Speaker 7: Yes?
Speaker 3: Because I found a duplicate of that particular sheet and
Andrews Steed's apartment got anything to say? This is left
said that you also a fine out his both strip
work and kind of thing drawing. I don't know what
you're talking about. You signed that death note, missus Levitt.
You made that duplicates of the sheet of comics. I
think perhaps you will be on a suspicion of murder.
Speaker 6: I was a dropper.
Speaker 5: I couldn't have shot him.
Speaker 3: Perhaps not, but you know that Steed came up here
shot your husband. Plan of the suicide not your Yeah, I've.
Speaker 6: Got money now, he said, quite a book.
Speaker 3: You'll give it to me if I keep my mouth shut.
Speaker 8: I'll tell you the whole story implicating me Roses hold
it Steed, not's this time ranger.
Speaker 3: Well, friends, that's the story. I'll be back to wrap
up the case. And Semonide. I took Andrew Steed through
the shoulder, after which I called homicide and gave them
the news. A police car called it the Leffard apartment,
took us all down at police headquarters, where the rest
of the story was filled in. Later I answered a
query or two from cal Hendrick oh can On Steve,
Let's hear it the old story call. Missus Leffett was
the real gambler at Andrew Steed's spot. She was afraid
to ask her husband for the money, so she persuaded
the younger brother, Calvin, that were doing it. More nice woman.
Then when the kid brother got tough and said he
was going to tell Keith the truth, Missus Leffert get
scared and told Steve how did he get involved? Steed
wasn't worried about the money, but in love with Missus Leffett.
They got together and plotted both killings, using the comic
strip to make it look like Keith Leffert and murdered
his brother and then killed himself. Following the action of
his own story. What about the run dine and the
shot in the hall? Steve's man to the rundown. Steed
himself fired the shot and search him so didn't find
that out. Well, sure, I've had to chase around her
and let's see you see you said it? Hey man,
I just realized that this is one time when I
don't get a fee. My client's dead, there's no one
to collect from.
Speaker 7: How do you like that?
Speaker 3: What work in nomazooma? Steve Granger? Again, you just heard
one of the most interesting cases in my files. I'll
have another one for you, so be around next time.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. A tough lesson for Granger. Hate to say it,
but the smart radio private eze charge retainers. It prevents
being left high and dry like Granger was here. He
doesn't even get expenses, and with a cab ride from
New Jersey that would be a big deal. Heavies actions
in this story don't make a lot of sense, or
were at least inconsistent. He tried to get rid of
Granger in the car, but then only decided when he
had him in his clutches to put him in the sanitarium,
which kind of seems a weird whist to take when
you're already committing murder and we're ready to kill the
guy previously. It's a type of mood that doesn't make
a whole lot of sense if you were behind the killing. Still,
despite some of the logic in this one, it was
still an enjoyable episode. You have to love the chandleresque
twist of throwing the detective into a padded room and
the detective having to get out of it. Listener comments
and feedback now and we start on Spotify were mechanics.
Sixty six wrote of the episode, the Amorris amnesiac a
good one, and then a comment interesting one from more
Gerald LUs Tremaine. I would be willing to bet it's
a coincidence, but the commercial that played before the episode
was for Granger, the equipment company. Maybe instead of Granger
for the one who get who gets it done, they
could change it to Granger not dangerous at all, unlike
the cartoons in the episode. That was actually coincidental, But
it's a very amusing coincidence. Those ads, of course, are
candled by our host spreaker. But I doubt that Granger
is targeting podcasts that feature the name Granger in them,
but who knows. Over on YouTube, Ron Sir comments regarded
the episode. Obviously the script was written by an Aussie.
The supporting cast accidents are really coming through and we're
Yank would have said okay, our character said very well,
and there was garage. Again. It would not surprise me
if in Australian had written the scripts, though I don't
have any certain information on who wrote it. Then we
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one six, The Rainy Not Murder. Thanks, I haven't heard
Danger with Granger in a long time. Well, thanks so much, Joe,
and it's great that other folks have heard of it
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Speaker 7: This is exactly upsession and so am I.
Speaker 10: Miss Graham, Please realize I'm only doing my job. Yes, Missy,
it's my job to ask questions, to find out everything
I can about your roommate.
Speaker 4: Si more, you don't have to, He's just doing a jo.
Speaker 7: Why won't you just go away because I'm a reporter,
and believe me, I don't enjoy trubbling you at a
time like this anymore than you like being troubled.
Speaker 10: Don't think mister Fosco would do anything wrong.
Speaker 7: I want, Miss Graham. It's a little information. When your
roommate a picture, if.
Speaker 10: You have one, anything you can tell me about her folk.
Speaker 7: You won't get anything out of me, Miss even you
make me say something I don't like to say.
Speaker 6: Mister Fosco, she doesn't mean anything.
Speaker 7: She's just terribly upset.
Speaker 2: We're both of us that.
Speaker 10: Please, maybe if.
Speaker 7: You come back to law. There's no tomorrow in the
newspaper business, Miss Graham and Miss Eaton, I have this
to say.
Speaker 10: I can't go back to my office.
Speaker 7: I don't want to. I can't go back and write
that you were too upset to talk about your friends
if you'd only come back later.
Speaker 10: Or I can write you refuse to reveal anything about her.
Speaker 7: They both mean the same thing, but they sound awfully different.
Speaker 10: You wouldn't do a thing like that.
Speaker 7: Believe me. I'm not digging for dirt in a girl's tragedy.
Speaker 10: I'm trying to find a line to a murder.
Speaker 7: If you'll only tell me one plessing, that's just one thing.
Speaker 10: I think this is a love murder.
Speaker 6: And if you'll just tell me the name.
Speaker 7: The names of the men she went out with, it
wasn't that kind of a girl.
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