Death Marks the Double Cross - Mystery Theater Version

The public telephone in the all-night drugstore had ringed. One man called about a jewel robbery. Another spoke of murder. And the third man planned to double-cross them both. His timetable of crime was perfect. His own alibi, airtight.

Yet three men would die. Hello, crates. This is Sergeant Axe, opening the doors of the mystery playhouse. Well, tonight we have another story of the perfect crime, as told by the Whistler, that is, it's almost perfect.

The motive is furnished by a fortune in jewels and three slick gunmen try to outsmart the others. The tale is called, Death marks the double cross, and fast action and unexpected murder marks just about every step.

So let's join the Whistler as he leads us down the pathway of crime and violence. Whistler, and I know many things before I walk by night. I know many strange tales hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadow.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. After this day the police records and newspapers of Portland had tribute to robbery of the swank Wellington jewelry store to a lone wolf.

Perhaps it's because they refused to admit the possibility that guilty accomplices still remain at large. As a matter of fact it wasn't a lone wolf. True, Joe Strickland was alone. Standing in the shadows at the back of the store when he saw the watchman turn the corner on his 11-15 round, then slunk down the alley to the back window.

But at that same time, two other members of the corporation were waiting for him, and a little black coupe parked near the highway in Tigard, a little town just out of Portland. They'd been there for almost two hours when Terry looked at his watch.