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This is Case Closed, your hour of mystery and crime from the golden age of radio. Every Wednesday@ Relicradio.com our first story comes from Nick Carter, Master Detective. This week we'll hear the Case of the clumsy forgeries from June 11, 1946. After that, from December 13, 1946, we'll hear the swampland killer from. This is your FBI.
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What's the matter? What is it?
C (0:27)
It's a case for Nick Carter, Master Detect. Yes, it's the Case of the Clumsy Forgeries. Another case for that most famous of all manhunters, the detective whose ability at solving crime is unequaled in the history of detective fiction. Nick Carter, Master Detective.
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Nick, do we have much more to do on this report?
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Not much, Patsy. Why?
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Well, it's after 5 and I have an appointment with my hairdresser at 6.
C (1:07)
You make it all right? I'll see that you do. Far be it from me to prevent you from making yourself as beautiful as you can.
B (1:13)
Nick, what a thing to say.
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I was only joking, Patsy. Really. You're a fine looking girl.
B (1:17)
Oh, Nick, do you mean that.
C (1:19)
Why yes, of course I do.
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Oh, that's the first personal compliment you've paid me in all the years I've been working for you. I didn't know you ever noticed me, except as your assistant.
C (1:32)
I notice a good many things I don't mention, Patsy.
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Oh, don't I know that by now? Well, I can. Oh, darn it. I bet I don't keep that date with a hairdresser after all. Nick Carter's office, Patsy Bowen speaking.
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Is Nick there? Ms. Bowen, this is Dr. Bradford.
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Oh, yes, just a minute, Doctor. Here, Nick. Dr. Bradford.
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Oh, thanks. Hello, Doc. Where you been keeping yourself all these months? I haven't seen you in a dog's aid. I know it, Nick. As the old story, shortage of doctors makes dogs double work for the rest of us. Especially good ones like you. What's new? Nick, I've just run into a very peculiar thing and I think you can help me. I'm glad to if I can. Let's have it. Well, I've been treating old Gerald Gould for years. He's been in bed with a very bad heart for some time now, due to pop off almost any minute. Well, this afternoon when I dropped in for my regular visit at 5 o', clock, I. I found him dead. Heart failure. To the best of my ability to determine so quickly, yes. But when I started to straighten out the body so it wasn't as twisted as it was when he died, I found a Piece of paper under him on which was scribbled. He killed me. He gave me, that's all. Looks as if he started to write something and died before he could finish it. Could he have been having hallucinations? I wouldn't say so. But I'd like your opinion. Before I do anything, maybe you can find something that I've missed that'll show whether it was murder or not. You at the Gould house now? Yes. Could you take a run over here? Certainly, Doc. If you really think it'll help. I'm sure it will. But just in case, suppose you come as my assistant. Say, mister. Mr. Mr. Nicholas. How's that? Oh, fine. All right, Doc. I'll be there in 10 minutes. You see, Nick, this note was under his shoulder. Just as if he'd rolled over on it in his last moments. This pencil was there too. How long had he been dead when you arrived? Only a few minutes at most. Uh huh. Tell me, Doc, isn't it perfectly possible to kill a man with a bad heart such a way as to make it look like heart failure? Yes, easily. Any stimulant that acted on his heart would do it in pretty short order. Does he show any signs of such a stimulant? No, but that wouldn't prove anything. No, Autopsy is the only way to be sure. Yes, of course. Well, let's see if we can find any evidence here to point in one direction or the other. If anything was given him, it could have been in this glass. The only one near enough for him to have reached it. Only one person's fingerprints on it. See the old man's thumb? Yes, same all right. That little scar makes it definite. That's peculiar, to say the least. How do you mean, Nick? Well, if you give a person a drink, do you wipe your own prints off the glass first? Of course not. Oh, I see what you're getting at. Somebody did give him something deliberately. That'd be my guess. Just take this along, have the contents analyzed. I can wrap it in this wax paper. By the way, have you told the family yet that he's dead? Yes. Not that he was killed. I asked him to wait downstairs until I was ready for them. Let's see, there are two sons, if I recall. Yes. Raymond is the elder. And Peter. What are they like? Well, Raymond is pretty much of a sport, but Peter is a quiet, stay at home type. Both nice fellows, as far as I know. May Gould have a nurse? Yes. Would you like to see her? She's in the next room. Yes, please. I'll get Her. Miss Waters?
