The Thirteenth Key James Fusco

This is Jim Fussocko. The following broadcast over the National Broadcasting Company, and a coast-to-coast network, is being made on June 4, 1947. The story is based on the Snoke Hicks murder case of 1929. These recordings will be made during the actual broadcast over W.L.W. Cincinnati.

C'mon! Hey, can I say there was nobody around? Yeah. I was wrong. Look, there. Line in the grass. She's dead. Sorry. Another in a thrilling series based on true experiences of newspaper reporters. Tonight, to James Z. Pasco of the Columbus, goes the Palme la Ward for the big story.

The story. The exciting and authentic story of the 13th. See, by the time you, James Fusco, before the Columbus Citizen reached the Wiper Range at McKinley Avenue and Fisher Road, the chronically cars were drawn across the area of curious citizens. You pushed through their morbid muttering,

and your faith delivered to the law, to your own past. The car, now, that is work. Any identification, coroner? Not yet, Jimmy. Take a look for yourself. Maybe you know it. He's pretty. Was, you mean?

Because the cutting is through. The closer look do I have to? Look, Jimmy, I'm giving you a clue free for nothing. Okay. That's not just any cut. It's careful. Surgical. Thanks for the tip. Okay, boys, take her away.

Also, Connor. That's all for now, anyway. Good afternoon, Mr. Dreyel. How's the protective business? Hi, Jimmy. I have plenty of it today. What brings you here? Oh, I turn up at the best murders. Got any tips for me?

Not now. But just... Hey, where you going? I just noticed something in the grass here. The son was hitting it. Find something? Hang under the girl's body. It wouldn't be any chance to be a key.