Mr. Keen, Tracer of Lost Persons- The Eccentric Millionaire Murder Case. 500413

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A quick millionaire murder case. Our scene often is in a large rambling house situated in a woody section of Pennsylvania.

In one of the littered unkempt rooms, an old man is seated at the telephone, trying to get an urgent message through to Mr. King, the celebrated investigator.

A message of what is destined to lead to a fantastic murder.

Hello, operator. I want to put a call through to New York. No, I don't know the number.

What a call, Mr. King. I'm a investigator.

Oh, the wire. What hurry, please? It's very urgent.

Who's that? No! No! Let it go! You're at it!

It's you, King! No!

No! No! No!

Are you Mr. King, sir? No, I'm his partner, Mike Clancy. You wish to see me? Mr. King? Yes, my name is John Pregg.

I've come to you for help, sir, in regard to the murder of my brother. Murder? Since preserves, I didn't read anything about a murder in the small in spaces.

Oh, this was strangled at death in his home in Pennsylvania. Mr. King, I haven't slept for two nights, but I knew how urgent it was to see you, especially since Oh, this was trying to reach you just before he died.

Your brother tried to contact me? Yes. Your name was found on a small slip of paper near the telephone.

I told the local police I'd come to New York and contact you. Mr. King, I'm frightened.

Not only was my brother's loss a terrible shock, but it was all so mysterious, but so weird.

Sit down, Mr. Pregg. Oh, yes, thank you. Yes, how was your brother murdered? The police believe he was strangled with some kind of a wire.

King, when did it happen? Two days ago, around 11 o'clock in the morning.

In the morning? Then maybe there was someone else in the house when your brother was attacked. No, no, Mr. Clancy, there wasn't. Outside of the murder.

Your brother lived alone, Mr. Pregg. Perhaps I ought to tell you a little about Otis.

He was almost 70 years old, 20 years my senior. As a matter of fact, he was only my half-brother. Yes, go on.

Otis was a multi-millionaire, Mr. King. His father left him some securities that later turned out to be a gold money.

They made him a very wealthy man. I see. And somehow all that money did something to Otis.

He bought a 30-room house in the Pennsylvania Dutch area around Bucks County. He lived in it all by himself.

One man living alone in the 30-room house. My brother Otis had become eccentric, Mr. Clancy.

But while our niece, Elsie Horner, took care of him, then she left. That was several years ago.

Since then, he's hardly ever been seen outside the old mansion. What was the reason for his eccentricity, Mr. Pregg? You know? No one knew, Mr. King.

Otis had stopped seeing me long ago. I entered his house for the first time in years after I was notified of his murder.

Tell me, Mr. Pregg, who inherits your brother's money?

I... I don't know exactly. His well hasn't been read yet.

Are you his closest relative? Yes, I think so. Mike, how soon do you think we can leave for Pennsylvania?

Or just as soon as we clean up in the tails on the Jordan case, boss? I'd say sometime this afternoon.

Mr. Keane, you want me to wait and drive you, Mr. Clancy out there? No, there won't be mystery, Mr. Pregg.

Would it be possible for Mike and me to stay overnight at your brother's house? Well, of course. Yeah, I'll give you the keys to the house.

And here are directions on how to get there by car.

Would you like me to meet you at my brother's house? Sometimes tomorrow, perhaps.

I prefer to investigate this alone with my partner. Well, you may not be too comfortable staying at Otis's place.

How do you mean? The house is in disrepair and cluttered with junk. It's the clearest place you'll ever see, Mr. Keane.

As being inside the old mansion, it gives me the creeps.

Mike and I have spent the night in some very odd places. I'm sure we'll manage.

Oh, just one thing more, Mr. Pregg. You said you were very frightened since your brother's murder.

You feel in need of protection? Not here in New York. For some reason, being inside that house gave me the impression that my life too was in danger.

I just can't describe it. I think I understand. Then we'll see you tomorrow.

Yes, Mr. Keane. Nice again.

The day down. The day, Mr. Pregg, so long.

Sure, and I think I know why you told him not to come out with his brother's place with us, Mr. Keane.

Do you, Mike? Seems to me you don't want to investigate a case with a suspect hanging on your arm.

Yes, you're right, Mike. John Pregg probably inherits his murdered brother's money.

And that's something which must be taken into consideration. Sure, and I was thinking that myself.

Really, by car, for Pennsylvania, we ought to make Buck's County by early evening.

Then we'll find out at first hand a little more about the murder of Otis Pregg in his strange old house.

Otis Pregg's house should be right around the next bend in the road, Mike.

Sure, let's glue me out here in these parts, Mr. Keane. Yes, you're right.

Oh, there's the house now, boss.

Oh, and just look at the size of the place.

But a man could get lost living alone in it. Right inside the house.

So there is boss. I thought the place would be empty, so did I.

Park over here in front of the door. Right, Mr. Keane.

Do you think John Pregg may have come here ahead of us after all, boss?

How could he have gotten in? He gave us the keys.

Maybe I'd better keep my gun handy. Oh, Mike. Don't use the keys.

Bring the front doorbell instead. See what happens.

I think I hear someone coming, Mr. Keane.

What do you want?

My name is Keane. We're here.

The Keane and the famous investigator? Oh, please come in.

Thank you.

Look at the sword, please. Like a haunted house. This is my partner, my clancy.

I'm Elsey Horner. Otis Pregg was my uncle.

Wasn't it all for Mr. Keane? A poor old man like that.

I didn't go to bed.

I guess you're working on the case with the police.

We haven't contacted the local police yet, Mr. Horner.

John Pregg, your other uncle, asked us to investigate the tragedy.

I haven't seen Uncle John in months. Is he alright?

He seems to be, although he's naturally very broken up over his brother Otis murder.

Is he? Well, I didn't know they were so farmed of each other.

May I ask what you're doing here in Otis's house, Mr. Horner?

Oh, I came to straighten it up. The house is going to be so old, you know.

And I want to get a good price for it.

You want to?

The house was left to me and Uncle Otis's will, Mr. Keane.

I spoke to his lawyer this morning.

I took care of Uncle Otis for years.

And he was kind enough to remember this.

Ms. Horner, do you know anything else concerning the terms of the will?

I get some cash. Not nearly as much as Uncle John gets my goodness.

He comes into almost all of it.

No, that's interesting.

I think we'll look around.

What was that?

Sounded like the horn and our car, boss.

Well, turn and investigate, Mike.

Yes, sir.

Hey, what's the big idea?

Nice one, mister.

It's not a toy, young fella.

Who are you? What's your name?

Evan.

Evan?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Mike Clancy.

The Clancy.

That sounds like an Irish name.

Smart as a whiff engine.

What are you doing here, son?

Yes, sir.

Looking for water.

Travel, mate.

I'm over here, mister.

Why did you run away from here?

How did that work?

Oh, excuse me.

You're related to the shong filmist?

No, I'm a friend of his mother.

My name is Hortens Martin.

Met me, I've asked who you are.

Mike Clancy, I'm working with Mr. Keane.

The famous investigator?

Oh, that then you must be here about the murder of Mr. Prey.

What's the matter, Mike?

Oh, nothing important, boss.

Are you Mr. Keane?

Why, yes.

I'm Hortens Martin.

I live in the village nearby.

I'm sorry, if Evan disturbed you.

He's really a good boy.

Not very responsible.

Come along, Evan.

I'll take you back to the village.

I ain't done that.

He's not developed mentally, Mr. Keane.

I've been trying to take him in hand and help him in some way.

His mother is ill, I see.

Mr. Martin, did you happen to know Hortens Prey, the mudded man?

Yes, quite well.

I was interested in buying his home at one time, but he wouldn't sell.

He was a rather eccentric person to say the least.

Yeah, so I understand.

Perhaps you'll allow me to talk to you later on about Hortens Prey.

You may be able to give me some vital information.

I don't like to get mixed up in a murder case if I can help it, Mr. Keane.

But this would be in the interest of justice.

Very well.

I have a home in the village you can come whenever you like.

Thank you, Mr. Martin.

Well, I'd better catch up with Evan.

Good night, Mr. Keane.

Good night.

Good night.

Sure, that young lad, Evan, was a queer one, Mr. Keane.

What do you suppose he was stoop around here?

I know, no, Mike.

Sales preserves.

That must be LC Hona.

Quick, Mike.

Let's get back to the house.

Mr. Horner.

Mr. Horner.

Mr. Horner.

Well, she was here in this room and I left a few moments ago.

Mr. Horner.

Be healthy.

That in the war has disappeared, boss.

Come along, Mike.

Search every room in this house.

This case is beginning to bear out my hunch already.

We're involved in one of the weirdest situations we've ever encountered.

Just a moment we'll return to Mr. Keane and the eccentric millionaire murder case.

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Now, back to Mr. Keane and the eccentric millionaire murder case.

Mr. Keane, the plant's investigated.

Evan, you must tell Mr. Keane the truth.

Tell him what you told me just before you ran away.

Why, tell you, Ms. Martin?

Mr. Keane, he admitted killing Otis Prey.

Did you tell Ms. Martin that, Evan?

Looks like our murder mystery solve boss.

We better be taking this lad, Evan, to the law for police.

I've show right, Mike.

Ms. Martin, knowing Evan as you do, would you have any ideas to why he killed the old man?

Evan isn't responsible for his actions, I guess, Mr. Keane.

Otis Prey was his friend.

He took pity on Evan.

Evan was the only one he ever permitted in this house.

I imagine Otis Prey didn't know that Evan could be dangerous.

Mike could better tell us, if we're going into town with Evan.

You want us to drive you into Ms. Martin?

I'd rather walk than get some air.

Evan, go with Mr. Keane and his partner.

They won't hurt you.

And I'll come down to the police station tomorrow and talk to you.

We're going to the police station.

Yes, come along, Evan.

Have a friendly talk and I'll wait at town.

Perhaps you'll decide to tell me everything you know.

You're right, I'm sorry for this boy, Evan, Mr. Keane.

Look at him, sitting there grinning like a monkey.

There's a noose hanging over his head.

He only talked, Mike.

He might learn something about Otis Prey's murder.

They don't look as if he'll open his mouth for love or money.

Keane.

Mike.

Keane.

Mr. Ratzen, Mike.

I've been just a very tragic and I have.

What's that he's saying? Stop the car, Mike.

Well, Evan.

So you know where there's a trigger here?

Yeah, if you didn't back there, I'd make...

I have found it.

I got a map.

A map?

You are.

Staying a piece of paper from his pocket.

May I see that paper, Evan?

Sure.

Maybe now you're brave, mate.

Hmm.

Did you make this map yourself?

Yeah.

A coffee is done.

I have my own head.

Mike, turn the car around.

Get back to Otis Prey's house as fast as possible.

We haven't a second to lose.

Do you think it was safe to leave Evan alone in that car?

The isn't as dangerous as some people would have us leave.

Well, Mike, here's a hole that leads into the cellar.

Otis Prey's house.

It's covered with these rose bushes.

Evan must have dug through here one day and stumbled in the secret

and was big enough to slide through a boss,

but we can go any other way through the passage.

Come on, that time, Mike.

Get your gun out and follow me.

Okay.

Easy boss.

Hold on to my arm now.

There.

Both cares, sir.

We're in.

Dark in the cellar.

Somebody find out this boss?

Without your flashlight, Mike.

We can't see you, Miss Martin.

You can't see us.

It seems that if your little plan is finished.

Stop your head boss.

What's your light on again, Mike?

There she is, lying on the corner, Mr. King.

When she fired out of the sight, fired back and back.

Miss Martin.

Oh.

Boss.

Look at the floor.

Covered with 100 dollar bills.

Yes, Mike.

It's a hidden treasure.

Taken from the secret panel in the wall,

which is covered with cement.

The floor of our tent, Mr. Martin, acted away.

She strangled his prey.

Tried to pin the crime and ever.

He will mind it, boy, who couldn't defend himself.

Miss Martin.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

I'm afraid you don't have long to live.

You haven't showed me this map.

It's scribbled on a piece of notebook.

If you're initials on it.

If you found in your home, Miss Martin.

I've just tried to talk, boss.

Let the boy go.

He's innocent.

I know that.

And I know you're guilty.

You followed Evan, hoping he'd lead you

to order straights hidden money.

You did?

Am I right?

Yes.

Evan found out by accident

where I ordered straights money to hidden.

Then he lied to me.

He said the money was in the safe.

When I opened the safe, it wasn't there.

That was right after you murdered, don't you spray?

Evan, sorry.

I wasn't guilty.

I didn't believe that way.

So I followed him.

And today he led me to the money.

And you're sorry about trying to buy the house

from Prave was alive.

Don't fall, Evan.

It don't mean the truth in the first place.

I don't think it's right.

It's right.

This is Martin's deathboss.

Yes.

She's paid for her crime and for a mic.

What an odd chain of events.

A grasping money-mad woman

discovers that a people-minded boy

has found a fortune in hidden money.

The boy had found it by accident

through his friendship with the old man

who took such pains to hide his woman.

That's why all this prave bought this old house

and lived here by himself, like a farmer.

He tried to reach me.

He must have found out that someone

had broken into his house looking for the money.

Mr. King.

Mr. King, are you out here at the cellar?

Don't you harm the boss?

Must have heard those shots from upstairs.

What's happened?

I thought I heard...

Who's that lying on the floor?

It's hot in Smarty.

You know, Uncle's murder on Miss Ronald.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

Please call the police immediately and tell them

the mystery of the death of Otis Prave

is solved.

And so Mr. King finds a solution

to the eccentric millionaire murder case.

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