Calling All Cars: The Laughing Killer

A copyrighted program sent, signed and dedicated to the prevention of crimes. Going on cars, men and all guys, vlogging on the 28th, investigating a reported robbery and murder thing, calling on third and on, makes crimes so personal, not only to the average citizen, but even to the plain police officer.

Mr. Average Citizen is told to shrug his shoulders and let the explanation come from the police. It is astonishing with what cunning the criminal height is intense. Always the police find it, uncover it, and the case is solved.

It is this kind of case we are about to hear. A cunning giller, a motive hidden, actions but only a psychiatrist could explain. A strange crime indeed. But to tell you more of it would be to take away interest from this extraordinary story.

So let us now listen to the laughing giller. late afternoon March 7, 1936. Inside the Van Mateo police headquarters, it is little to release the Monopoly of the day. Broken only by the de-pum of some casual fly, silent boxified room.

Suddenly the phone on the robbery details deaths begin ringing, rings until land-breath. And the carefree, how busy, sir, is in the case of jail. How long is always there? It's just a few minutes ago.

Okay, we'll send someone over, you can tell them all about it. Yeah, I'll be right over it. All right boys, get on over. I'm just going to give you a sip of these men and fill out this report.

We'll see what we can do for you. Sure. We'll address about the same way. All that overcoat. You said something about guns too. Yeah, they all had guns. What kind of guns? I know. I didn't know. What color were they overcoat?