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The story you're about to hear is true. The names of the chains to protect the innocent. Fatima cigarettes. Best of all King's size cigarettes brings you dragnet. You're a detective sergeant. You're assigned to homicide detail. An unidentified woman is found murdered in a hotel room. Cause of death, strangulation. There's no lead to the identity of the killer. You a job, find him. The latest Fatima sales report shows thousands and thousands of king-size cigarette smokers are switching to Fatima. For the month of October, coast to coast actual figures show Fatima sales are up 110%.
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The boss is that brown chief of detectives. My name is Friday. It was 1.35 pm when we got to the old central jail building. Third floor. It's the crime lab. How you doing, mate? All right, Ben. How's it going? Did you check the stuff yet? Yeah, most of it. Come on back here. Yeah. Well, this is all of it. Did you find anything we can get elite out of? Nothing too good, no. I don't think we could identify from what we've got here. The more I'm supposed to about here? Yeah, just this morning. How about figure Prince Lee? They finally in that hotel? No, fine, Prince Mo. Dead end there. What about the woman's purse? Did she want anything? No chance. You can see the fabric here. One type of print. Contents of the purse here. Use your stuff. Home, lipstick, keep chain. One chain on it. Pack of chewing gum. Point close to dying. Two nickels in it. That's all of it. According to the room track up the hotel, she had a wallet where they went. She checked in there. There was no sign of that. No sign of it. The hotel room either. Checked everything. Set the owner piece of jewelry found on the body. That wedding ring there. Yeah. It's a cheap ring. New mockings on it. No way of tracing it. By the only thing I can tell her,
she was pretty well dressed. That's an expensive bag there. Sure not a cheap dress either. Same for a coat and shoes. They cost them only 20. How about labels on any of that stuff? One on the coat. You can see right here. Ben with department store Los Angeles. The coats fairly new. They might be able to give you something on it. I'm really? The people at the hotel. Got anything there? Well, it could have been better late. The woman checked in last night around 8 o'clock. She registered as John Ross and wife. I didn't even see the man with. No, nobody. One clerk says the woman came in a little old. She said her husband was out parking the car, so she registered for both of them. The clerk said he left the desk a few minutes after that. Figures the man must have come in sometime when it was gone. Nobody on duty at the desk after midnight. He could have left the hotel any time after that without being seen. If he registered late for him, the corner says he died about 10.30. You know, I don't even sure there was a man with that, right? Now, the woman who was registered next door to the murder room, she told us she heard a man with a woman arguing. There's about 10 a.m. So they get pretty loud.
No idea who the woman really was. I suppose that John Ross and wife business doesn't mean that. That's pretty doubtful. But all we got to go on is the physical description from the corridor. She's a small woman. Five foot one. 99 and a quarter pounds was 90, Ben. Yeah. Brown hair, blue eyes. About 31, 32 years old. We got a prince off to Washington. You getting me out there? We figured maybe it could be a psychokiller. Not your figure. A coroner's report listed strangulation as a cause of death. Yeah? Whoever did it made sure her neck was broken. And approximately six o'clock that morning in a second floor, a room of a downtown hotel, a body of an unidentified woman was found murdered. The preliminary investigation failed to reveal the true identity of the victim or the killer. As far as physical evidence was concerned, there wasn't much to go on. The deep bruises on her neck and throw it along with a crushed vertebrae at the base of her skull, indicated a savage attack. A 155 p.m. Through the label on the Dead Woman's Code, we traced the garment to a department store where it had been purchased.
But they had no record on it. It was a cash purchase and the sales girl couldn't remember the customer. Investigation during the next three days failed to turn up any leads. We showed a more picture of the victim to bartenders, waitresses, parking lot attendants in the vicinity of the hotel. They couldn't identify her. We checked tenants and employees at the hotel. They've got us nothing. Thursday 5.48 p.m. Noone answered your like for a client here. Victim was a nice looking woman. Well dressed, nice clothes. How come she's staying at cheap hotel down the neighborhood like that? It doesn't job for a moment. Or less hard to say. Sure. Don't make stuff. Two days late working with no place. Or might be in better shape when we get the kick back from Washington. That's your hotel plan. Hey, excuse me. Are you sure we help her? Well, no, I don't know. I guess I had all the pens on waiting for a couple of detectives here.
And who is it you wanted to say? A couple of detectives. Who are they? That's pretty confidential, you know. I have to talk to them. Tell me to see Friday and Romero. Ben Friday and Joe Romero detectives handling the case. I'm Joe Friday. This is my brother, Ben Romero. We're handling the case. What do you want to see us about? They said you were working on that murder case. That woman they found in the hotel? I said that's right. That's so. I see your badges. Yes, it is. Here's our identification. Mm-hmm. We're about to have murder in the paper, you know. You better come over here. Yeah? You're going to thank me for this. I got all you want to know about that murder. Can you mind telling us your name? I don't mind. L. P. Morgan. I was a good friend to her as you know. I used to work with her. You mean the dead woman? It's the same one. I never forget a face, Mod McLeod. So that picture in the paper and I said to myself,
there's a old mod. We're pretty sure that I was the way. Sure, I'm sure a Mod McLeod used to work together in the circus. Mod was a bad guy, you know, best in the country real trooper. What makes you so sure it's the same one next to Mod? You know, when was the last time you started this friend of yours this Mod McLeod? Well, you used to see her all the time. Worked the old self floater together. Got a photo of her. You might have taken a look at that, is it? That's why I came down here. I want to help Padji's got to be identified. I'm not seeing. Got to hear somewhere. It's all the modern circus costume. Yeah, there it is. Take a look at that. That's modern. Well, I don't know. So it doesn't seem to be too much resemblance here. So, right? Padji, you've made a mistake, Mr. Morgan. Thanks for your cooperation anyhow. Padji, how you coming in? I'm sure it was Mod. I got it. I'm sorry, Franny. Well, yeah, Franny, come here. They're right. What did you say?
Huh? Yeah. Okay, Franny. I'll pick it up. Yeah, thanks. Anything? Communications. They got the kickback from Washington on the Dead Woman's fingerprints. Are you deaf? They got her identified. She worked on an aircraft plant during the war. Name's Doris Frazier. I can't help but thank your fellows on missing your patent. I knew that, Dead Woman. Well, she's already been identified, Mr. Morgan. We know who she is. The name's Doris Frazier. That's so. Yes, you, that's right. Oh, what do you think of that? A little mod. She wanted to change the name. Thursday 6.35pm. Ben and I went down the hall to communications and got a copy of the kickback from Washington. The murder victim was identified as Doris' highly-frazier. She applied for a position as a typist at the Eagle Aircraft Plant in Burbank in 1942. Next morning, we checked the personnel office at the plant. We found that Doris Frazier had been employed as a typist from 1942 to 1944. And going over our application, we found our last known address listed as 73-46-O Dale Avenue.
Her application stated she was single with no previous employment, with no known relatives. We could uncover no further information on the girl. We drove across town of the Oakdale Avenue address, a large apartment building in a better than average neighborhood. The manager told us that Doris Frazier had lived there update months before. He said that a few weeks before she moved, she was married to a tall, dark-haired man, but he was unable to remember his name. The manager also told us that the newly married couple apparently began having trouble. From the day they were married. We checked the next forwarding address, a boarding house for women in the south end of the city. Then, an interview of the woman in charge of Mrs. Francis Watson. We talked to her back in the kitchen of the boarding house while she polished a set of silverware. I saw that picture in the paper. I didn't connect it with Doris, though. She was a much prettier girl when she left here. You said she left here about 18 months ago, Ms. Watson. Yes, maybe a little more. Might be closer to two years. I'd have to check my rent receipts to be sure. Did you ever know anything about the Freris your girl Ms. Watson? I mean, did you know much about her personal life, at all?
Yes, of course I always insist on references. Any good boarding house, as you know. Doris was a nice girl in many ways. Of course, she had her shortcomings. I suppose we all do. When she first came here, she seemed like such a nice girl. And then she started to go downhill. I just don't know what got into her. Why do we, man, wish she had some kind of trouble? Well, of course, when she first came here, we didn't know it, but she was married. This is a home for single girls. We have our rules and regulations, just like any other respectable place. That's where I'm going to stand. Doris, we came to find out later. Doris wasn't only married, but she was fighting with her husband. I understand he wasn't much at all. She was thinking of getting a divorce as a matter of fact. Well, did you ever meet her husband? Who's Watson? No, I never did. I suppose it's just as well. I didn't understand, but Doris left him after they'd been married only a few months. Do you know what his name is, ma'am? No, I have no idea. Doris always used a maiden name, and she was with me. And you never saw this man as Watson? He never came to ask you. No, I didn't say I never saw him. I said, I didn't mean him. Yes, there was once when he came to the house to see Doris.
What was the occasion you mind telling his wife? It was most unpleasant, but you tell your dad. Let me see. Now, yes, Doris had been here about six months. Even by that time, I was beginning to see the real side of the girl. No character, Sergeant. No character at all. It shows up every time. Yes, ma'am. What if you go on, please? Well, as I was saying, it was after about six months, when this man got Doris home late one night, about third quarter to midnight, I'd say. I'd set the whole house. I was at night. The two of them, this man and Doris, they stood right out there in the hall, had a terrible call. The language it was dreadful. The top of their lungs, too. The husband went out to cry, and down with the man left before he had a chance to call him down, and he upset the whole house. Now, this man, the phrase you were going to was arguing with, you're sure that that was her husband? Well, as sure as I can be. That's what Doris told me anyway, the day after. I called her in and told her I just couldn't tolerate behavior like that. I'd upset her quite a bit. I remember she cried, so it wouldn't happen again.
That's when she told me she was trying to get a divorce. Because that was what the big argument was about? Would you know that? Yes, she said she wanted a divorce, her husband didn't. He wanted to back with him. Certainly, he is sad, the way some people mix up their lives. Yes, ma'am. By any chance, did you get a good look at this man, husband? When he was tall and had dark hair, it's about all I remember. He was well dressed, too. I see. When Doris said you left, your man was watching. Did you leave a forwarding address with you? No, she didn't. I have an idea where she moved. What kind of work was she doing while she was living here? Do you have any idea where she was employed? Yes, I was one of the references she gave me, furniture company. Down on Venice Boulevard, if I remember correctly, I have the address in my record book. Certainly, it's unfortunate. A whole thing. Yes, ma'am, it is. Even tried to talk to her before she left. She sat it down and talked to her for a whole afternoon. I guess it was just a waste of time. How is that, ma'am? Trouble with her husband. Terrible thing. It seemed to treat us so badly to have them fighting all the time. I believe she was actually afraid of him. She told me it was very jealous.
He drank around around. That's why I couldn't understand it. You couldn't understand what, ma'am. Dores, when she moved away from here. Yes, ma'am. She said she was going back with her husband. The land lady Francis Watson gave us the address of the furniture store where the murder victim had been employed and we drove down a check with a personnel manager or Mr. Collins. He said that Dores Frazier had been fired from her job ten months before. He said she'd been let go because she was constantly linked for work and that she got into the habit of asking for salary advances too often. Collins also told us that he'd heard about the trouble between the Frazier woman and her husband. He said he'd seen the husband in the store several times when he came to call for his wife. He identified the husband as Stephen Arnold. The description was approximately the same. A tall, well-dressed man, director, heavy-build. The personnel manager gave us the last known address they had on the victim. The following morning we checked it out, an apartment hotel in the East Wilshire area. She was still registered there together with her husband Stephen Arnold.
But the desk cut told us that Arnold hadn't been living there for the past three months. He had no idea where Arnold had moved. He didn't know where he worked. While the desk cut stood by, Ben and I went upstairs and checked the apartment. Anything, Joe? No, nothing. Nothing in the bedroom. Like Lee says, she goes in for nice clothes about all I can think of. And what you got there? She had lying on the desk here. It looks like she started lettering and didn't get to finish it. What did you say there? It's dated October 23rd. That's over a week ago. Says, uh, dear George, I've been meaning to write to you before. But that's all. That's as far as she got. George, first time we've run into that name on this deal, makes more than one man and a life. There's a couple more letters here. They're all addressed to her, unopened. Let me see. All we can go by are the return addresses. Telephone bill. Add from a woman's store, postcard, another aunt. Here's something. Santa Monica Postmer. Check the name on that return. Yeah.
Stephen Arnold. 12.35 p.m. We call the office and check Stephen Arnold through R&I. He had no criminal record. The return address, which he listed on the envelope in the letter to his wife, was 10826 Pacific Front Boulevard. We located it on the beach just below Santa Monica. It was a small hamburger stand, owned and operated by the dead woman's husband. No, I haven't seen Dars for a couple months anyway. Why? Understands you having the apartment with your wife in the East Wilson neighborhood. Is that right, Miss Donald? Yeah, that's right. Mine telling us why you left? No, I don't mind. I wanted to move closer to my work, that's all. The place is way too far out. Well, I was your wife didn't move with you, sir. If you want to stay close to town, doesn't care for the beach much. Bad for a sinus, I guess. Well, did you have an argument with your wife Arnold? So I'm kind of a disagreement. Is that one of the reasons you moved? Yeah, you might call it that. We're getting a divorce. That's so. Yeah, I was the best thing all the way around. There's nothing to fight in the scrap in the last year anyway. We decided to call it quits.
Oh, you're excused, man. I gotta put some cold drinks this cooler. Yeah, right ahead. What do you care for cold drink? No, no thanks. No, maybe. Nothing. Did you get the divorce from your wife, Arnold? Yeah, that's right. I'm divorcing her. Why do you want to know? Do you remember that last time you saw your wife the exact date, I mean? Oh, I don't think I remember that. Been at least three months, I'll say that much. You spend most of your time down here at the beach doing this, don't you? Yeah, that's right. I get into town once or twice a month. They sure would like a coke. No, thanks. They can't have one myself if you don't mind. Sure, I got a cold one. I want to sure it's cold. How about last Tuesday night? So you happen to be in town that night? Oh, last time, where it's two or three weeks ago anyway. We're going to see a show. I was working here last Tuesday night. Work every night except Monday. It's only night I'm closed up.
Is there anyone who can box for that? I don't think I get this. Why do you want to know? Well, is there anybody who can box for you? Well, sure. Half a dozen people anyway. A fellow runs a place next door that guides the rest of the stalls up and down the way here. They can all box for me. I worked till 1 a.m., same as you. It's just a minute. Hey, Vic. Vic. Justine. Got one more year for a minute. So I want to talk to you about it. Yeah, Mr. Mac. Hey, Vic, thanks. You'll be right over. You always want to cup of coffee or anything? No, no, I wouldn't like to have change for that cigarette. I mean, you know, if you don't mind. Oh, sure. Hey, you all. Yeah, thanks. Yes, Steve? Hey, at least fellows have detected this, Vic. Guess about some kind of jam my wife got into. They want to know where I was last Tuesday night. Yeah. I want somebody to vouch for them. Sure. Did you see Mr. Erdogo last Tuesday night? I was working next door. Steve was here all night. You are listening to Dragnet, authentic stories of your police force in action.
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Yes, thousands and thousands of Americans are switching to king-size Fatima. So why wait? Switch to Fatima today. Extra mile. Best of all, king-size cigarettes. Saturday, October 31st, 2PM. Ben and I checked with a dozen different concession operators in the neighborhood of Stephen Arnold's eating place. They all corroborated the fact that on the night his wife had met her death in a downtown hotel, Arnold had been working at his stand until 1am. Despite all the previous indications that he might have been responsible for the murder of his wife, we had to eliminate him as a possible suspect. 2.20pm. On the way back into town, we stopped by the apartment hotel where Doris Frazier was living at the time of her murder. After checking further with the tenants and with the help in the building, we found out that the victim had been in the habit of eating most of her meals at restaurants in the immediate neighborhood. After some two hours of checking and running into six restaurants, we found a small coffee shop, four blocks from the apartment building, where one of the waitresses identified Doris Frazier's picture.
Yeah, that's her office. Her terrible picture though, she looks so much older. About how often would you say Ms. Frazier came in here, man? I've heard her for four times a week, I'd say. The bus stops right out there in the corner. She'd usually have breakfast and grab the bus and go to work. Some nights coming home from work, she'd stop in here for dinner. Nice girl, quiet. Did you get to know her at all this? Did you happen to know any of her friends here in the neighborhood? I know, as I say, she was a quiet person, not very talkative. Usually, red while she was eating, it was amazing. Did she ever come in here with anyone else, do you know that? Yeah, quite a few times. She seemed to have a boyfriend, because she was attractive, small, you know, but real cute looking. Do you happen to know any of these men? No, I'm sorry I don't. Anyone I'm in particular, she came in with very often. See, I think there was one, Brian, Good Dresser, kind of tall, good looking. They usually came in together for breakfast. How long ago was this, Mr. Recall? Well, say up until a couple of weeks ago. I used to wear it on them in the morning, that's why I haven't even remember. All right, see, did you ever happen to hear this man's name? Let me see. George, I think that was it, yeah. Would you happen to know a few lives in the neighborhood?
No, sorry I don't. It's his man been in here during the past week, you know? Yes, he has a came in for breakfast. What day was that? This morning. Before we left the coffee shop, we questioned the cashier who came up with the information that the man known as George usually left his car parked at the service station across the street. We left our car and asked the cashier to call us in case the suspect returned. At the service station, they also remember the man known as George, but they told us he hadn't been in for the past month. They'd done some work on his car for him in the past, so they had a record of his license number. We called our DMV and found that the car was registered to a car Lucy in East Hollywood. 4.45 p.m., we drove out an interview at Lucy at his home, but he came nowhere near the description of the suspect. He told us that he had purchased the car six weeks before from a man known as George Crane. He described Crane as tall, blonde and well dressed. From the Villa Sale, we got Crane's address, a motel on East Man's Chester. The manager there told us that George Crane had moved a week before.
He said that Crane had left no forwarding address, but he did remember where he worked. He was a driller in one of the oil fields down in Long Beach. We checked the oil company's personnel office downtown, but they were closed for the day. 6.18 p.m., we went back to the office and pulled the package on George Crane from our night. Did you give me a thing, Lauren? He's got a record. Here's the package here. Nothing very heavy. Grump charts two years ago. Another one last year, disorderly conduct, resisting arrest. That's about all. You see. Yeah, your script and checks out all the way. You called the night officer that oil company did you? Yeah, they couldn't do anything. He said, go back first thing in the morning. I got it, yeah. Homicide, Friday. Who? How's that sir? Oh, yeah, sure. Yes, sir. No, sir, I'm afraid not. Yeah, thanks anyway. You bet. Yeah. Jack, bye. Come on, deserts. Who was it? If guy was in the other day, you remember that Alfred Pean Morgan or whatever was?
Oh, one anymore. One to buy us a drink. He's celebrating. His old friend, Marty, just founder. 8 a.m., the next morning, we checked with the personnel department of the oil company's downtown offices. They told us that George Crane was employed as a driller. He'd been working for the company for the past five years, and that he had a good employment record. They told us he was on the day shift, and that he was scheduled to report for work on rig 619 at the Long Beach Field at 8 o'clock that morning. Then I got the car and drove down a Long Beach where we located the murder suspect George Crane at work in the field. Doris, please, you're... No, I'm sorry, sir. I don't think I know anybody by that name. How about Doris? I don't know, Mr. Crane, would you know anybody by that name? I don't. No, I'm afraid not. What's it all about? You want a car, do you, sir? Yeah, that's it right over there. That dark sedan? Yeah. Have you had it long? Oh, I've had it a couple of weeks. Last one I had was giving me a lot of trouble. Did you trade it in? No, I sold it. So private party. Pull out the Hollywood.
You mind taking a look at this victim, Mr. Crane? Yeah. No, that doesn't look like anybody I know. Why am I supposed to? We think you're a yesor. I don't think I'm following it. You spend any time around the East Hills, your district claim. East, what do you say? Yeah. No, I've probably been over there a couple of times. Not lately though. Not about the coffee shop on the corner of Grammyssey and Mirango. Have you ever been in there? Not that I remember, no. Well, wait for us in that coffee shop. In the case here, too, they say they've got a pretty regular customer. He's put your description exactly. You sure you've never been in there? Well, I'm not positive. I wouldn't swear I'd never been in the place. What's the difference anyway? How about that service station across the street from the coffee shop? You ever parked your car there? Never doing any work on it for you? Oh, I'm saying I bet I know the place you're talking about. Yeah, yeah, I've been there quite a few times. Good station. They've done some good jobs on the car for me. I remember it now. Well, I guess you remember the coffee shop.
I mean, yeah, I think I do now. Right across the street from the station, that is. Yeah. That's right. Well, what do you want to know about it? When's the last time you were in there, Karin? Well, tell you the truth. I couldn't be sure. We talked to a waitress in there yesterday. He said you were in that morning for breakfast. Do you remember that? He's way off the track on that one. I could tell you that. I wasn't near the place yesterday morning. Well, a cashier remembers you, too. She says you were in. How about it, Karin? What differences have they got? What's the single about anyway? Why don't you take a look at this picture? I told you once. I don't know the woman I never saw before in my life. Why don't you give it some thought? I said why don't you give it some thought? You remember the service station? You finally remember the coffee shop? Maybe you can remember her. I don't know. I never saw her in my... Let's go on a shed where we can hear each other. All right. Now, that's a little better. The waitress in the place says you were in there quite a few times with the woman.
You usually came in for breakfast. You stopped going there about two weeks ago. I don't know. What's the matter, Karin? You figure you got something to hide? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know. What do you figure she's got to do with me anyway? We checked her apartment, Mr. We found a letter she was writing to you. You're about ready to tell us? What's the letter? That doesn't mean anything. Can't prove anything about a letter. What are you thinking anyway? We think you're lying, Karin. We think you got a reason for it. What do you say? It doesn't prove anything. Maybe I know her and that doesn't mean anything at all. We think it does. Yeah? What do you think you're killed her? That's the way it looks to you? That's the way it looks. I don't think you can prove it. We're going to try. How about it? Well, it's going to be easier for me if I have a minute. That's not up to us. I don't know why I did it. What am I going to give for a reason? I don't know why I killed her. I wouldn't know, Karin. I didn't really have any reason. That sounds funny, doesn't it? No reason at all. I just killed her.
Well, I'm going to tell him if I don't have a reason, how can I ask him to let me off easy? How can I ask him? I don't know, but I'll have it answered. The story you'll have just heard was true. The names were changed to protect the innocent. On February 8th, trial was held in Superior Court Department 92, City and County of Los Angeles, state of California. In a moment, there is also a trial. And now here is our star Jack Webb. Thank you. Friends all of us on Drag Nets sincerely hope that all of you enjoy the happy Thanksgiving. And now for a moment we'd like to look ahead, pass along a gift suggestion for the coming holidays. Your neighborhood dealer now has Fatima's in colorful smart Christmas wrappers. You'll find they make a perfect gift. Fatima's extra mildness and better flavor. Fatima quality is bound to please every keen-size cigarette smoker. Remember this holiday season, give your friends Fatima in the distinctive new Christmas garden. Fatima, best of all, keen-size cigarette.
George Martin Crane was tried and convicted in Superior Court of murder in the first degree. He is now serving a life term in the state penitentiary. You have just heard Drag Nets, a series of authentic cases from official files. Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H. Parker, Los Angeles Police Department. Fatima cigarettes. Last of all, King-size cigarettes has brought your Drag Nets transcribed from Los Angeles. Next, counters by Fights International Entry. Stay tuned to NBC.
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