Hunch That Paid Off Bill Griffith

The big story. What have I done? Hey, I heard a shot, sir. What have I done? What's the matter, sir? My wife, look. Shall I call the police, Mr. Hodge? Yes. Is she dead? She must have died instantly.

The shot blew half her head off. Youngstown, Ohio. From the pages of the Youngstown vindicator, the story of a reporter who made a hunch pay off. Pay off. Youngstown, Ohio. The story is it actually happened.

Bill Griffith's story as he lived it. The first chill wind of autumn slaps you across the face, Bill Griffith. Report on the Youngstown vindicator. As you leave your home that morning, late in October. You hurried your office, not because you're late, but because you know there's a hot story waiting.

Made the order for you. The big jewelry store robbery downtown. But you never get to that job because there's something else that happens. It's so big that the boss himself is in your office waiting for you.

Oh, oh, I had John. Don't take your hat and coat off. OK, OK, I'll get right over. They get much. I'm not putting you on the jewelry job. Lawson's going to cover it. Oh, why Lawson?

You heard of Clive Hodge? Sure, sure. The big mining millionaire. What's the matter with him? Nothing with him. This is Wipe. He just blew her head off accidentally. Get down there fast, don't try to hold the blue edition till I hear from you.

I'm on my way. When you get to the Hodge Mansion, Gould, the secretary, suave and courteous, shows you into the huge library. There you see Detective Bromley and a couple of his men sitting around and listening to Mr. Hodge.