The Fire

This is Ken Roberts, inviting you to listen to another adventure of Casey, crime photographer. Ace Cameraman, who covers the crime news of a great city. Our adventure for tonight... The fire. Morning. The first pink glow of dawn is lighting the sky.

Inside a small, cheaply furnished apartment in a shabby old-fashioned building, glows the more sinister light of fast-spreading flame. Outside its locked door, firemen swing their act places in that corner edge may kill it with a handle stings or chief I think we can get into the bedroom Joe anyone sleeping there is probably overcome

I'll turn to him chemicals over there boys we'll soon have this one like yeah but not if we've got me a long minute later you're right Ed this could have been a race what is it Joe?

come here take a look yeah lying half of the bed this guy oh smoke got him smoke don't make a guy's head all bloody who Who? His skull's been crushed. Yeah, and that's what did it.

An iron bar on the floor beside him. He killed this man's been murdered. According to the medical examiner, Miss Williams, this guy was bumped off about 11 o'clock last night. Well, and he'd been dead all around seven hours when the firemen found him, Captain Lohr.

Yeah, that's right. After the killer sucked him with that hunk of iron, he proceeded to give this two-room kitchenette and bath a reel going over. Yeah. Then he found what he'd been looking for and started the fire and beat it.

That's the way it sizes up, kissy. He started the fire, of course, hoping to cover up his murder and search of the place. Oh, he started the fire in a pile of photographic film, Casey.