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Richard Diamond
Welcome back to Case Closed, your weekly hour of old time radio mystery and crime every Wednesday@ Relicradio.com. we'll begin this week with Richard diamond, private detective and his story from March 2, 1951, titled the Red Rose. After that, it's crime classics and bunny bombler and his close brush with fame. That story aired May 5, 1950. The makers of Camel cigarettes present Dick Powell as Richard diamond, private detective. More people smoke Camels than any other cigarette. Make your own Camel 30 day test. The one sensible, thorough cigarette test. You'll enjoy the rich, full flavor of Camel's costly tobaccos. You'll see just how mild a cigarette can be day after day after pack after pack. And you'll know why more people smoke Camels than any other cigarette. Here transcribed is Richard diamond, private detective, starring Dick Powell, Time Detective Agency. The ham and Mayhem.
Thomas Hyland
It's mayhem.
Richard Diamond
Not if it ruins a gag.
Thomas Hyland
Hi, Helen. Hi. What are you doing?
Richard Diamond
Oh, trying to spot a client. I've done everything to get somebody up here. Set traps, hung out of the window by my toes. Nothing.
Thomas Hyland
Oh, is it that bad, Rick?
Richard Diamond
Has been for a week. Can I come over tonight and cry on your shoulder?
Thomas Hyland
I'd love it.
Richard Diamond
Better wear a bathing suit.
Thomas Hyland
Are you gonna cry that much?
Richard Diamond
No, but the bathing suit will sure make me feel a lot better.
Thomas Hyland
You idiot.
Richard Diamond
Yeah, I can't help it. I try so hard.
Thomas Hyland
Are you really coming over?
Richard Diamond
If I cry long enough, I'll work up a heck of an appetite.
Thomas Hyland
I'll have Francis fix you a good dinner.
Richard Diamond
I'll pay you back for the first client I get.
Thomas Hyland
Will eat off.
Richard Diamond
No, I'll have Francis fix you dinner.
Thomas Hyland
What time will you be over, Mr. Diamond? Rick. Shh.
Richard Diamond
I think I've spotted one client. I'm afraid to ask. It might scare him away. Are you Richard diamond, the private detective? Are you interested in hiring him? I certainly am.
Thomas Hyland
Rick.
Richard Diamond
You just made a score, baby. I'll see you tonight.
Thomas Hyland
Oh, wonderful. Bye.
Richard Diamond
Well, come in, sir. Come in. No sense in standing in a draft. Might catch pneumonia before we get around to my fee. My name is John Alastair. Well, sit down, Mr. Alistair. Pull up a wallet, a chair.
Thomas Hyland
Thank you.
Richard Diamond
Now, what can I do for you? Quite a lot, I hope. Two days ago, I made arrangements for my own assassination.
Thomas Hyland
Huh.
Richard Diamond
It's really very simple. Well, so am I sometimes. Maybe you better be a little bit more specific. Well, I was bankrupt, in danger of going to prison. I have a family, a wife and two children. And an insurance policy. That's right. If I was to be killed. My family would be well taken care of. You said you were in danger of going to prison. Why? Well, I'll be perfectly honest. I embezzled money from my phone. Oh, embezzlement. Well, you can get a lot of years for that. Yes. So I decided to do away with myself. Leaving instructions for my wife to replace the stolen funds. She could live quite comfortably on the rest. I knew suicide would revoke the insurance policy. So I went to the only underworld character I knew. A man named Gimpy. A long time ago he'd been my bootlegger. Oh yeah, I know. I'm nearly poisoned me once. I told Gimpy I wanted to hire a man to kill me. A professional assassin. Gimpy said it could be done and I gave him $200. I told Gimpy to take care of the arrangements and not to tell me anything about the man who was going to kill me. I didn't want to know a thing. How do it be done?
Thomas Hyland
Or when?
Richard Diamond
What do you want me for? Well, something has happened. My wife's brother arrived last week from South America. Very wealthy man. And advanced me enough money to pay back the firm and make a fresh start. Well then go tell Gimpy to call the gunman off. Have you read the morning papers, Mr. Diamond? No. Yeah, front page. Gimpy was shot to death last night.
Thomas Hyland
Oh.
Richard Diamond
It's kind of tough then to tell Gimpy to call it off. I want you to find whoever Gimpy hired and stop him from killing me. Find a man with the only clue to his identity lying dead in a morgue. He could be one of 50 professional killers wandering the streets. One of 50 who would make it tough to be found even if you just wanted the time of the day. Can you find him? I don't know. I can try. You must find him before he kills me. I'll try my best. In the meantime, you stay here and lock yourself in. In this office? Yep, right here. Don't even let your wife know where you are. All right, if. If you think it's necessary. I think it is. And by the way, I. I charge a hundred a day in expenses. I guess his brother in law had given him enough money for a high priced private detective. Because he handed me $100 and agreed to lock my door and not answer it for anyone but me. I left the office and headed for the skid row bistro where Gimpy had died on the dirty floor. It was called Black and Red and the bartender was wearing an apron that Looked like he'd been making hash on it. Yeah. Gimpy got killed here. Right over there. The clean spot near the bar. He bled a little. You know who gunned him? What am I answering your questions for? Because I'm asking him. That ain't enough. I got a fetish for living. I'm. I'm a private cop. Well, that's the worst thing you could have said. You better buy your beer or take a walk. I'll buy. You don't even have to change the 10 bucks. You think I'd tell you something for a lousy 10 fish? Yeah, well, you're wrong. I don't know nothing. You were in here, weren't you? Yeah, on my stomach behind the bar. You saw it start, didn't you? You want me to tell you as much as I know? Unless you want to play another tune. We could dance, Tim. Bucks. For what I know. You don't think it's worth it, huh?
Thomas Hyland
Nah.
Richard Diamond
But I seen the 10 and it made me greedy. Okay.
Thomas Hyland
Here.
Richard Diamond
Live a little.
Thomas Hyland
Thanks.
Richard Diamond
Well, Gimpy was standing over there drinking a beer. These two guys come in and one of them walks up to him. What did they look like? Two guys, Big guys, Hats, coach, with a color stained up the whole bit. Look like just what they was. This one guy started arguing with Gimpy about some money. You hear the conversation?
Thomas Hyland
Yeah.
Richard Diamond
Something about wanting all the 200. Well, Gimpy gets a little nasty. He was like that, you know, A nasty little guy. Well, the guy gets tired of arguing and pulls a gun. Gimpy tries to climb the bar, and he must have been halfway over when a guy cut him in two. By then I was flat on my face waiting for mine. But these two guys took off and I called the cops. Wait, the 10. You don't remember what either one of the guys look like?
Thomas Hyland
Nah.
Richard Diamond
I was mine to my health. Okay, thanks. Hey. Yeah? I don't know whether it means nothing, but the guy who killed Gimpy was wearing a small red flower in his buttonhole. A red flower? Like a rose, but I remember it. Funny, a guy like that should be wearing a pretty flower. Oh, what do you want? Why, Sergeant Otis, you've been taking your ugly pills again. Can't you ever do anything without the department's help? I thought you were supposed to be a big, smart private detective. Well, we all make mistakes. I thought you were supposed to be a gorilla. Oh, you did, huh? Yeah, but gorillas get bigger. Hello. Hello, Rick. What can I do for you? I got a little problem Your department handled that killing over in the Black and Red Saloon. Skid row.
Thomas Hyland
Yeah.
Richard Diamond
Yeah, small time. Guy named Gimpy got himself blown up. Any line on the killer? No. We questioned the bartender who runs the place. He was lying on his face. Couldn't give much of a description. But checking up on Gimpy's friends and associates, the killer wore a small red flower in his buttonhole. Maybe a rose. How do you know? Bartender told me. But maybe you knew about it. Well, he didn't tell me. What are you interested in Gimpy for? He contacted the killer. I've got to find the killer and I don't know who he is. You think maybe this guy with the flower is your boy? He might be. Bartender said he was arguing with Gimpy about $200. Well, no, he didn't tell me that either. Just said they were arguing. You should have slipped him 10 bucks. What do you have to find him for? Client. You got a client who wants you to find a killer? Yeah. That's all I'm going to tell you. Give me what you got on Gimpy and his friends. I don't know why I should. Oh, stop pouting, fatty. I can't tell you anymore. Besides, if I find this killer, you solve the Gimpy killing, don't you? Well, yeah. Well, then, let's have it. Okay. Gimpy didn't have many friends. The only sure one we've come up with is a woman named Belle De Canto. Runs a small dancing school. Have you talked to her? Yeah, but she knows less than the bartender. Is the address. Walt gave me Belda Canto's address and I went over. It was an old two story building on the east side with a rickety flight of stairs leading up to the dance studio. Belle dicanto was sitting at the piano. I stood there smoking a Camel. Watched one of her young pupils perform a pretty sloppy set of terms.
Thomas Hyland
All right, Jeannie, that was fine. Over to the bar. Okay. Hey, Maya. Somebody. Oh, what can I do for you?
Richard Diamond
I want to talk to you, Bill. 20 bucks for 10 lessons. I just want to talk.
Thomas Hyland
Why don't you take the lessons, mister? Gives you grace and balance.
Richard Diamond
I look a little silly in tights, dear.
Thomas Hyland
Go do your exercises, Jeannie. Okay. But I still think you look great in tights, mister. We could do Swan Lake and things.
Richard Diamond
I bet we could talk him into it, Belle.
Thomas Hyland
He's real cute. What do you want to talk about, Gimpy? You a cop?
Richard Diamond
Private cop.
Thomas Hyland
I entertained the whole 5th Precinct all morning.
Richard Diamond
I'm looking for the guy who killed Gimpy.
Thomas Hyland
I told the cops all I know. I don't know who killed Gimpy. Back straight, honey. Okay? I can't help you, mister.
Richard Diamond
You know a man who wears a red flower in his buttonhole?
Thomas Hyland
Huh?
Richard Diamond
Do you know a man who wears a red.
Thomas Hyland
I'm busy, mister.
Richard Diamond
I got a lesson look bad.
Thomas Hyland
I don't know nothing. Now beat it.
Richard Diamond
Maybe if I bought a course of lesson.
Thomas Hyland
I'm full out. Now get out of here. I told you to keep your back straight. Okay, okay. I'm keeping it.
Richard Diamond
Belle, you gonna get out of here.
Thomas Hyland
Or do I call a law? Oh, Belle. What you throwing him out for? You shut up and keep your back straight. Listen, I'm paying good money around here. Get out now, mister. Okay. What you climbing on me for, huh? So what are you yelling? You'll get up there and do your bitter. I'll bust this cane over your skull. You'll do what? I told your old lady I'd teach you how to dance. And I will if I have to cripple you trying. You don't yell at me like that.
Richard Diamond
Bye, you lovely people.
Thomas Hyland
Bye, honey. You don't yell at me. I paid my money. Who do you think you are? Who? Get up on that bar. Drop dead.
Richard Diamond
It was pretty obvious my mention of the man with a red flower had set off Belle DiCanto's charming temper. And it was even more obvious that to Belle, the man with the red flower spelled some kind of trouble. The third and most obvious point was that I wouldn't get anything out of Belle even if I dropped her in a pit full of enraged mice. I started down the steps of the dance studio, heading for the street. And I stopped cold. Something on the third step set off little bells in the space in my head reserved for danger. There on the third step was a small red rose. And it hadn't been there when I went in. I stopped and thought about it. Maybe the man I wanted was in the building. I looked around. Only one other door besides the studio and that led to Bell's apartment above. I went up there and looked around. Nothing. Then I got a pretty scary thought. Maybe the man with the red rose had tailed me. Waited around, listening at the door. If he'd found me, maybe he'd found my client. I spent the next 20 minutes making myself hard to follow. When I was satisfied no one was tailing me, went back to my office. Alistair. Mr. Alistair.
Thomas Hyland
Who is it?
Richard Diamond
Diamond? Open up.
Thomas Hyland
How do I know it's Diamond?
Richard Diamond
Well, you are being cautious. You gave me a hundred dollar retainer. I told you to lock yourself in my office. Not to answer to anybody but me. Did you find out anything? Close it and lock it. Is something wrong? The man who killed Gimpy was wearing a red flower in his buttonhole. I met an old bitty who runs a dancing school. And when I mentioned the flowers, you froze up like a clam and a barrel of glue. Who is this man with the flower? I don't know. But before he killed Gimpy, he argued with him about some money. $200. That's the amount I paid Gimpy to hire the assassin. Yeah, I think the man with the flower is probably your killer. When I left the dance studio I found this red rose.
Thomas Hyland
Huh.
Richard Diamond
I think maybe he's tailing me. He knows I came to see you. I don't know. I think he's found out I'm looking for him. Maybe. Figures I'm trying to catch him for killing Gippy. Anyway, you're not the only one on the spot now. But what'll we do? If he's looking for me, there's no sense in letting him find you too. You got to get out of here. But where? At an out of the way hotel. I know managers, a friend of mine. But what if this killer finds you? That's a good question. I hustle John Alistair out on the fire escape and we climbed down to the floor below just in case our boy with a red rose was waiting outside my office. We climbed into the seventh floor hall, made our way to the service elevator and down to the alley. A half an hour later I deposited Alistair in room number 11 of the bunker Hill Hotel. In charge of the manager, a one time safecracker named Herman Klipp. I'd done a lot of favors for Herman and he assured me Alistair would be safe and that no one would be allowed to see him unless his name was diamond and he had the bluest eyes in the private detective business. It was 6 o' clock by the time I left the hotel. And I kept to the side streets in case the man with the red rose might be close. It was certainly one way of finding him, letting him find me. But I wanted to be ready for it. And I didn't want to be around my client when it happened. I went back to my apartment on 51st Street. Hello, chum. I've been waiting for you. Ah, that's nice. Lonesome for a while you had that nice big gun to keep you company. Sure, sure, you Forgot to wear your rose? You got the wrong boy diamond. Drago's busy. Drago name won't do you any good.
Thomas Hyland
I'm going to kill you.
Richard Diamond
Drago's the boy with the red rose. Turn on the radio. You were the guy with him in the bar when he killed Gimpy. That's right. Turn on the radio. Okay, okay. Look, tell Drago he doesn't have to kill John Alistair. Alistair says to call it off. The radio.
Thomas Hyland
The radio.
Richard Diamond
Oh, sure. Will you tell him? See, I tell him, but I don't think he's going to do any good. You see, he knows Alistair talked to you. We know you've been trying to find him. And we don't want anybody who can pin Gimpy's killing on us. I didn't tell Alistair anything.
Thomas Hyland
Sure, sure.
Richard Diamond
Why you got him hidden on, huh? We find out Drago should have knocked off Gimby like that. But he gets excited. Like running out of the bar before he knocked off the bartender. If we had knocked off the bartender right then, he couldn't have told you nothing. What about the bartender? He's in the river. Turn the radio up. I turned the radio up slowly, my mind working triple time. The guy behind me wanted the music to cover the noise. Like a funeral march with a one gun salute. I heard him get up behind me. All right, turn around. It had to be quick. I turned and gave him the radio right in the face. I had twisted his gun right into his stomach. He looked up at me like a kid who was going to bust out crying because somebody had dumped over his blocks. Then he slid down on his face and died without a sound. I put in a fast call to Walt. Told him to check his files for a killer named Drago. I told him what had happened and about the bartender who was probably floating on the river. Then I took off for Beldicanto's dance studio. The man I just killed had said Drago wasn't going to leave anyone around who might pin the Gimpy killing on him. And Drago had left his red rose on the steps outside of Bell's studio. When I got there, the big dance hall was dark. So I went up another flight to Belle's apartment. Well, here goes. Belle was there, all right, and Drago had been there. He hadn't left a rose, but he left a bullet instead. It was somewhere in Belle decanto's heart. Before we continue with Richard diamond, here is an important question. How mild can a cigarette be? One puff won't tell you. One sniff Won't tell you it takes day in, day out smoking to find out how well a cigarette agrees with your throat. Only Camels offer you this day in, day out smoking proof. In a coast to coast test of hundreds of people who smoked only camels for 30 days, noted throat specialists reported not one single case of throat irritation due to smoking Camels. Make your own Camel 30 day test. The one sensible, thorough cigarette test. Smoke only Camels for 30 days and let your taste tell you how rich and flavorful Camels are. Puff after puff, pack after pack. Let your throat tell you how mild Camels are. How well Camels get along with your throat. As a steady smoke, you'll see why people say once a Camel smoker, always a Camel smoker.
Thomas Hyland
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Richard Diamond
You'Ll see more Camels and see. And now back to Richard diamond, private detective starring Dick Powell. Well, here's all the information, Rick. The only man we got on file named Drago is a well known hood named Tommy Drago. Seven arrests, two convictions. Assault and armed robbery. Can you find him all? Well, I put out an apb. Maybe we'll pick him up. You find the bartender? They're dragging the river now. The guy in your apartment has been identified as Giulio Besati. Arrested once with Drago. Supposed to work together. Yeah. Why did Drago kill Belle de Canto? Probably thought I told her something. We gotta get this boy. He's killed three people in two days. He wants to add two more to his list. Me and my client. Where is your client? Oh, he's staked out in the Bunker Hill Hotel. He's safe. We better pick him up and give him protection. He doesn't want the police brought in. But you can stake out a couple of men near the hotel in case Drago shows up. Right. Look, Walt, if this Drago likes red roses, he must buy them someplace.
Thomas Hyland
Yeah.
Richard Diamond
Well, have some men check all the flower shops. Have them circulate the description.
Thomas Hyland
For the.
Richard Diamond
Rest of the day and into the evening. The entire precinct turned out to look for Drago. Each man had a photograph and they toured every flower store in the city, showing the photograph and asking questions. Walt and I even took one section. Wore out a lot of pavement and several good inches of shoe leather trying to find someone who might have been selling the roses to Drago. By six o' clock, we were back in the precinct, discouraged. And as Walt said, oh, I'm beat. Yeah. You want some coffee?
Thomas Hyland
Yeah.
Richard Diamond
Yeah, I might as well. We took in 12 shops. Yeah, thanks. Looks like the guy grows his own. Maybe he does.
Thomas Hyland
Swell.
Richard Diamond
I'll put out a general to pick up every window box and flower pot in the city. We're bound to catch him in 10 or 12 years. Yeah. What do you want? Spike head?
Thomas Hyland
Spikehead? Just thought it up.
Richard Diamond
Oh, well, did you just want to see if the buzzer works? No. I got address on that guy diamond shot. Julio Basotti.
Thomas Hyland
Yeah.
Richard Diamond
Well, do you want us to hold a seance while you give it to us by telepathy?
Thomas Hyland
Oh. 456 River Street, Apartment 7. And you sure are getting grouchy.
Richard Diamond
Walt and I piled into the squad car and took off a few. 456 River St. There was a chance that the man who wore the roses might live with his partner, Giulio. Beside, we found the manager. He let us into the apartment. And after 15 minutes of pretty extensive house wrecking, both Walt and I came to the same conclusion. Julio. Beside, he lived alone and liked it. We hit the street pretty discouraged. Well, come on. Hey, Walt.
Thomas Hyland
What is it?
Richard Diamond
Look, that old lady down the street. What about her? She's selling flowers.
Thomas Hyland
Oh. Well, let's go. Fresh flowers. 20 cents a bunch. Flowers, gentlemen.
Richard Diamond
Do you have some red roses?
Thomas Hyland
Yes.
Richard Diamond
Single red roses that I could wear in my lapel? Yes.
Thomas Hyland
25 cents.
Richard Diamond
Have you ever seen this man?
Thomas Hyland
What man? Yeah. Yes, Mr. Drago. I sell him a red rose every evening. Fresh.
Richard Diamond
You know where we can find him?
Thomas Hyland
Well, what do you want him for?
Richard Diamond
Police.
Thomas Hyland
Has Mr. Drago done something?
Richard Diamond
He's wanted for murder.
Thomas Hyland
Oh, no. How terrible.
Richard Diamond
He seemed like such a nice man.
Thomas Hyland
So generous to dress so nicely.
Richard Diamond
He's killed three people.
Thomas Hyland
Three people?
Richard Diamond
Do you know where he lives?
Thomas Hyland
Three. Three people? Yes, he lives in the next block. I don't know the number. I'll have to show you.
Richard Diamond
Here, I'll take all the flowers you've got. The old flower woman showed us the building. And again we dragged another manager out to let us into Drago's apartment. This time we went in low, ready to shoot if Drago happened to be home. He wasn't. And once again we tore another place apart. Find anything? Not yet. Get a load of this closet. Drago really dresses. Hey, Walt.
Thomas Hyland
Yeah?
Richard Diamond
You find something?
Thomas Hyland
Ah.
Richard Diamond
Look at this. Telephone pad.
Thomas Hyland
What about it?
Richard Diamond
The writing. Read it. Bunker Hill. Bunker Hill Hotel. That's where my client is. Drago's found him. Well, go check for the men you got staked out and see if the spotted Drago going in. I'll Go in and see if my client's all right. Right. Herman. Herman.
Thomas Hyland
Oh, Rick.
Richard Diamond
Over here. Walt. Herman is out. Called Herman, the manager. Oh, he looks pretty bad. Yeah, he's really out. Drago, your men see anybody? No, but he could have slipped in. Let's get up to my client. Well, come on. I'm looking for the key. What room? 11. It's gone. I had my client locked in. Come on. Second floor. There it is. Alistair. Alistair. It's Diamond.
Thomas Hyland
Diamond. Diamond. Get me out of here. He's been here. He's got a key.
Richard Diamond
Where is he?
Thomas Hyland
He tried to get in, but I had the chain lock on. Then he tried to break it down. I pushed the furniture in front of the door. Get me out, please.
Richard Diamond
Just take it easy. We'll try and break it down.
Thomas Hyland
The furniture's still there.
Richard Diamond
Well, get it out of the way.
Thomas Hyland
Yes, yes. I don't know where he went.
Richard Diamond
Is there a fire escape?
Thomas Hyland
Fire escape? Yes, yes, there's an escape right outside my window. Good heavens, Diamond.
Richard Diamond
Just keep moving the furniture.
Thomas Hyland
But the fire escape.
Richard Diamond
Just move the furniture.
Thomas Hyland
Well, yeah.
Richard Diamond
You stay here. I'm going out on the fire escape. It figured if Drago couldn't get past the furniture, he'd get in another way. I ran to the end of the hall and out on the escape. I turned the corner of the building and started for my client's room.
Thomas Hyland
He's on the escape. He's coming down. I can hear him. Get me out. Get me out.
Richard Diamond
At first I thought my client had heard just me. But then I saw him climbing down from the floor above, a gun in his hand, the polished barrel shining in the moonlight. As he reached the window, Alistair went crazy.
Thomas Hyland
He's outside the window. No. No. No, please.
Richard Diamond
I leaned against the building and steadied my arm just as he broke the window.
Thomas Hyland
Oh, no. Let go.
Richard Diamond
You killed him. You killed him.
Thomas Hyland
You killed him.
Richard Diamond
Yeah. Funny what was done. Shot him right through his red rose. Dick Powell will return in just a minute. Across the nation, doctors in every branch of medicine have been asked this question. What cigarette do you smoke, Doctor? Again, the brand named most was Camel. Yes. According to this repeated nationwide survey, more doctors smoke Camels than any other cigarette. Yes, and Camels are the favorite cigarette of many stars whose throats are their fortune. Reza Stevens, Mario Lanza, Martha Tilton are a few of the singing stars who choose Camels for mildness.
Thomas Hyland
How mild, how mild? How mild? How mild?
Richard Diamond
How mild can a cigarette be?
Thomas Hyland
Make the Camel 30 day test and you will see.
Richard Diamond
Smoke Camels and see here's Dick Powell with a special message. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. This week we add a new name to the list of recipients of gift Camels for hospitalized servicemen and veterans. It's the Military Air Transport Service, United States Air Force, which evacuates virtually all overseas wounded servicemen. Camels are also on the way to veterans hospitals, Lake City, Florida and Nashville, Tennessee. U.S. naval Hospital, ship Haven. Now until next week, enjoy camels. I always do. Dick Powell can now be seen starring in the RKO film Cry Danger. Tonight's adventure of Richard diamond was written by Blake Edwards with music by Frank Worth. Our director is Helen Mack. Featured in the cast were Virginia Greg, Will Herbert and Arthur Q. Bryan. PA stands for two things, Pipe Appeal and Prince Albert. They go hand in hand for Prince Albert's choice. Tobacco has a rich flavor and a delightful natural aroma. PA is crimp cut for smooth, even burning and it's specially treated to ensure against tongue bite. Get Prince Albert the National Joy Smoke, America's largest selling smoking tobacco. Listen next week for another exciting transcribed adventure of Richard diamond, starring Dick Powell. This is your FBI. The official broadcast from the files of the FBI follows immediately. Stay tuned. This program came to you from Hollywood. This is the American Broadcasting Company.
Thomas Hyland
Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Hyland with another true story of crime. Listen. Officer Rudolph Schmitty Schmidt at the scene of a crime in a beer hall in Nuremberg. Tapping a broken beer mug with his polished boot toe accounting 1, 2, 3, 4. Four of them. Four corpses, that is. Officer Schmidt spies the thing, a clue. Buns. Buns. Who left a bag of buns? Officer Schmidt just standing around with a bag of buns and thinking, what a man to have committed such a crime. A brute, a monster, a muscular fiend who liked buns. Tonight, report to you on Bunny Bombler, his close brush with fame. Crime Classics, a series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers.
Richard Diamond
Of every land, from every time.
Thomas Hyland
Your Host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence and teller of murders. Now once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. Hair Willie Shimerhorn was the master singer of Nuremberg in 1820 and held sway for three golden years until he lost his voice in a manner which sent a ripple of laughter across the continent. Other amusements Nuremberg furnished the continent. Clever toys, handsome clock and wonderful beer. Not too long ago, the city had become part of Bavaria and its streets now teamed with Tyrolean hats, knitted socks and jerkins. Somehow, a kind of golden glow suffused the city and drifted through its ancient streets. Becoming one with the patina laid there by the soft Bavarian music. A place of gentleness and quiet laughter. Except at number 23, Brudestrasse. In you is no more than an ounce. A Helga. Worthless. A Helga, please. Good for nothing. Well, listen. Oh, but I should have such a husband as you. Please, listen. No, you're the one who listened. Next door is Paul Beel, and she is sick in bed. And you know why she's sick in bed? From laughing at you, humbler. I'm sorry, Art. Oh, nothing you do turns out right. Nothing. Why wouldn't you say that? I will say it. This morning, for example, you went out to chop the wood and you chopped the dark foot. It was a misty morning, Tommy. And I kept telling Bruno not to sleep on the wood pile. Even now, Bruno's head has got more brains than you have. Oh, Helga. Helga. Get away. Get out. Please, Helga. Please. What? One more chance. You're small. And you're not handsome. And you bumble. I ask myself constantly why I ever married you. Because I love you. I'll show you I love you. How? The watch you admire near Kleinhautz jewelry shop. You shall have it. Where did you get 400 mark Elgas? Oh, yeah. Bunny's got a way, you know. Bunny's got a way. Aw. Helga. Come here. Give me help. Oh, dear Helga. Oh, dear. Bunny. When will you have the watch? Tonight. No. Hush, hush. That night there was a quarter moon over Nuremberg. April 4th for the Nurembergers. The first night of the bock beer season. So there was celebration in the streets and the squares of the town and in the hills all around by the mayor's decree. Festival of spring and the ram. Everybody out. Laugh and dance and sing and clink. Tankards and fruleins and fellows. Everybody out. Now. While all this was going on, at the height of it, Bonnie Bombler breaking the window of the back door of Kleinholtz jewelry shop, reaching around and opening the door, sneaking around, crashing into a display case and shattering it. Become alarmed, another display case. Panic stricken, head on into Herr Kleinhalt's cuckoo clasp, knocking himself unconscious. Is this not a dirty thief being awakened the next morning by the police? Yes, this is a dirty thief. Huh? Did you not commit a crime? Oh, yes, you did commit a crime. Yes, he did commit a crime. And he was sentenced to three years in jail for breaking and entering. It just seems that Bunny Bombler put a hex on everything he touched. Fellow inmates noticed this and shunned him. Thus. Bunny became a lonely Man. Then one day, three years later, he was released and he went home. Helga. Helga. Hello, Helga. You're back. I missed you. Why did you come back? Why? To make a mockery of my life again? To make it a laughing stock. I love you, Helga. I love you, Helga. Please don't. Please don't. Oh, Helga. What? What do you want? Why didn't you come and visit me? I'll tell you why. Because I had no time. Because my husband was in jail and I had to work so I would not star. Helga. What now? I brought a watch. What? A watch. Remember the last time I saw you? I said I was going to get your watch. Well, it is not a very good watch. I agree it's not the watch you wanted, but it's all I could afford. I stopped in here at Kleinhalt's Jewelry Shop and I apologized. And with the 10 marks the warden gave me, I bought a watch. Here. Kleinhardt gave me a special. Such a watch. Let me pin it to you. Well, all right. You'll see. I've changed. We'll be very happy together. Oh, Helga. Helga. Hands Bumbler. I did not mean to stick you. Take this one. Helen, you broke a watch. I worked three years. Get out. Get out of here. Please. Please let me stay. Where will I go? What will become of me? I love you so much. I love you so dearly. Listen, I'll work hard and we'll get rich. I will be rich, and you'll be proud. And you'll wear fine things and riding carriages. Oh, Helga, I do love you so. Why should I fool myself? Fool yourself? I am the kind of woman a man like you deserves. You're beautiful and you're kind and you're gentle and you're understanding. And you're my life. And I love you. Listen, are you hungry? Yes. Well, here's money. Go to the baker and buy buns. While you're gone, I'll start a rabbit stew. And listen, I love you. And listen with the change. You may stop at the beer hall and have a glass of beer. A glass of my. Helga. Go, go. So good to see you. It is so good. Okay. Tell me, how was prison? Terrible. Lonely. You look smaller. Prison shibbled. What can I do for you? Bun. Oh, don't tell me. Which kind? I remember the sticky ones with apples inside. Yes. A dozen. A dozen. Oh, it is nice to have you back with us. Why are you laughing? Your bag was not the same. Not the same? Please don't Laugh. Oh. Oh, very well. Here are your buttons. 15 pfennigs. Yes, yes. Well, yes. I lost my muscles. Please. Oh, take them. Take the buns. Your wife will say later. Take them. You must not do that. Please. All right. Nuremberg is now the same. Herr Bombler is back. I can't help it. Frau Schnitzley. Herr Bumler. Hello, Herr Bumler. You are home? Yes, I am, Frau Schnisler. And immediately you came here to buy a beer? Not exactly. And a beer hall. You did not come exactly to buy beer? Well, I was down the street at the baker's, and I thought I'd drop in to look around, see if anything's changed. Dear, permit me. I am so happy to see you. I must give you welcome. A beer on the house. On the house. But your sign of things. Oh, forget the sign. This one is free. Thank you. And besides, this is a happy occasion. Oh, in the back my husband talks to my daughter's fiance. How is your daughter? Oh, at last. Congratulations. And such a dowry. So expensive. Oh, I drink for the young people's happiness. All I did was put down. The stein must have had a crack. Air problem is back. Air Brahma is back. Oh, my. I beg your pardon. That's all right. Please listen to me. Not for nothing. Hell girl. Oh, where are the buns? I bought the buns, but I forgot the buns. I left him. I'll go out and get some more. I bought the buns, but I forgot the buns. I left them. I'll go out and get some more. Please. Oh, please. Why? Stop mocking me just because I forgot the buns. You stand there and mock me for a half hour. You call me ma' am and you answer to each one. 1. I'm crazy. Is this the residence of Herr Baumler? Yes. May I come in? Please? Yes. What is it? What does a policeman want here? Herr Baumler. Yes? Are these your buns? Here, take them and tell me, are these your buns? Oh, yes. 8, 9, 10, 11, 12. Yes, in my bun. Then you were in the beer hall of Herr and Frau Schnitzler Recently, Herr Schnitzler, you will recall a big man, huge. His wife an Amazon. His daughter likewise, but heavier. His prospective son in law towers over all of them. Yes. A few moments ago, their bodies, the bodies of all four of them were found in the beer hall. Beaten, bludgeons. Death. All four of them murdered. The work of a great criminal of audacity and feeling, of strength and fury and passion, of boldness. To have murdered four. What a man could do. This officer, I. A crime unparalleled in the annals of Nuremberg. And I disagree. And I did it. Standing there, jaw thrust forward, chest out, stomach in, hands by his side, Bunny seemed to grow it was. And stroked Helga's cheek. Whereupon a light kindled in her eyes and glowed as she looked at him. For all at once, Bunny Bombler was special above the crowd. And no one could laugh at him anymore. You are listening to crime classics and your host, Thomas Hyland. His report to you on Bunny Boundler is close. Brush with fam. A word about police methods in Nuremberg in 1820. It was better to confess or as one with had it. As many people died in the interrogation chamber as on the gallows. And not that the police were particularly brutal. They just wanted to get it over with and get outside Again. Again. It should be noted that the Nuremberg police were thorough and persistent, as witnessed the famed 20 year search for Karl Kroger, which ended in our own country and which caused the notable and bitter exchange of letters between the mayors of Nuremberg and Milwaukee. And later President Polk's manifesto. And so it was then, when in the interrogation chamber, Bunny Bombler said the police then. Good boy. I don't know what came over me. Fury? Yes. Blind rage. Yes. Passion? Oh, yes. Tell me why you did it. Those four people. They mocked me. And then you. I told them to stop mocking. And then you. I warned them. And then I picked up an andiron.
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Andiron.
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Picked up a heavy candlestick. Heavy candlestick. I picked up a. An axe. I picked up an axe. And then you. Good boy. And the word got out. It was none other than Bunny Bombler, who had taken an axe to Heron, Frau Schnitzler and Fraulein Sophie and Herr Gertner, Sophie's fiance. Suddenly Bunny's name was on everyone's list. A hero of frightfulness. A dread colossus. Bunny Bombler. Murderer. Bunny. How did it happen? You have the name of Bunny? When I was a boy Magister Anne, I was timid. And you ran away when there was trouble? Yes, ma'. Am. Then how is it you had the courage to kill four people? I've changed. Four large and strong people. I've changed completely. There was fury, blind rage and passion. And I killed them. I see. What are they saying about me now? You are the most talked of person in Nuremberg. Do they laugh? They shudder. And what else? Still, each day the women congregate outside the prison walls, hoping for a glimpse at you. Yes. All Right, jailer, take him away. I would like to tell you a little about this magistrate Bonnie just spoke with. He was none other than Adolf Megler, the boy wonder of the early Bavarian School of Applied Psychology. And none other than the Adolf Megler who quipped. Show me a man and I'll show you a madness. Adolf Megler found so often in Freud's bibliography as well as in Gessner's. So he was a man with a mission, this Megler. As soon as he had had this chat with Bunny Bombler, he went first to the bakery. There was something in his eyes when he came in. Yes, yes, a madness. The way he looked at me. Yes, yes, yes, please. But I'm trying to tell you how I've known him for a long time. Oh, yes, tell me about it. Well, yes, thank you, Turnkey. I'll call you when I need you. Otokoska. Yes. I am Adolf Nagler, Magistrate. What do you wish of me? Bonnie Boler served a three year jail sentence in this, did he not? And you were his cellmate, were you not? Yes. What kind of man was he? What's the matter, Bunny? Bunny Fumbler. That's right. Tell me about him. I want to. I need the Laughing Fumbler. A clown. Oh, he was comical. He could never do anything right. Once. Once what? You remember the prison break last year? Hans Kunla and his three brothers? They'd gotten outside the wall, sneak right out, and the guards had not seen them. So what does Bunny do? Runs over here to this window. And he gets in his chair and yells, Hans. Goodbye, Hans. Tell my wife I miss her very much. Yells and yells at Hans Kunla and his three brothers. They're buried right over there in the graveyard. Oh, let me tell you. What? There was a thing that happened at the soccer game when we were playing the guard and Bunny. And Bunny. I need to know about him. For what can I say? The kind of man he is, you know the kind of man he is. Fearful, mighty, with no pity. A destroyer. Tell me about your marriage. Why do you spy? My honeymoon, for example. At the spa at Bodgeling. Oh, a tragedy. Oh. He hired a band of serenaders, men with guitars and Swiss bells. To stand outside our window and play. And they came right through the window. Robbers. Stripped us of everything. And the next day. What happened? The next day he fell in. Oh, the spa. He leaned over too far and he was almost taken underground. He always leans over too far. Now tell me. Tell you what? Was he ever vicious to you? Well, no. Meek? Yes. A Fumbler. Yes. He can never do anything right. Never. Let me tell you. What. When we returned from Badgeschlin, when our honeymoon was over, he carried me over the threshold. And when we got into the room. What? What happened? Oh, Bunny. Bu. So Adolf Megler spent a week in this way questioning all those who had known Bunny Bombler. And this, in summation, was the reaction to Bunny when recalled as the man he used to be. So Hado closeted himself and made made mental treatise of this man the papers called the most dangerous criminal of the 19th century. Then he called Bunny into his chambers and when you're finished taking off his chain. Jailer. You may leave now. Remarkable. What is remarkable, my friend? That you have the courage to be in the same room as I. And I am without chance. And I am without a gun. Don't you fear me? I have inquired about you, Fumler. Yes. Old friends, relatives, Your wife. Yes. Don't you know? I warn you, I. I killed four people. And it is not safe for you to be near me for any moment. I may kill again because I. I found it easy to snuff people's lives out like that. Don't laugh. Oh, please. That's the story of your life, is it not? What is it saying? Please, to people, I am a murderer, but I am polite. A murderer? Yes. A frightful murderer. Frightful? The most dangerous criminal of the 19th century. My people shudder when my name is mentioned. Well, you're a liar. I am not. You couldn't kill a fly. I'm a brutal, vicious being. You couldn't kill a fly. I slaughtered four people with an axe. You did not. Well, you. What? If I had an axe, I'd show you pity. I have no axe. However. What? That Andiron, for example. Andiron. Take it. Let's see what you'll do with it. Go on, take it. Funny. Very well. Give it to me. And now what will you do? What will you do? You are. I cannot. I cannot.
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Bombler was thrown out of jail. A fake. Three days later, one Rudy Himmelstadt was found walking the hills outside Nuremberg, still angry and muttering to himself about four people in a beer hall he had bludgeoned to death. In a fit of rage. He was hanged. There's only one other thing to say about Bunny. He inherited a fortune. A relative in the new world had died and willed Bunny his wealth. But the boat Bunny took out of Hamburg was none other than the ill fated Koenig Otto. The first one. The one which sank from sight over the horizon and was never in just a moment. Thomas Hyland will tell you about next week's crime classic, Bunny Bombler. Tonight's crime classic was adapted from the original court reports and newspaper accounts by Morton Fine and David Friedkin. The music was composed and conducted by Bernard Herman, and the program is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis. Thomas Highland is portrayed on radio by Lou Merrill. In Tonight's story, Howard McNear was heard as Bunny. Featured in the cast were Irene Tedro, Edgar Barrier, Paula Winslow, Martha Wentworth, Jack Crucian and Benny Rubin. Bob Lamond, Speaking here again is Thomas Hyland. Next week, a cave near Knavesboro, England, in the year 1758. The remains they dug up had been there 15 years a time, enough for a murderer to have become very respectable. It's listed in my files as Mr. Clark's skeleton in Mr. Arum's closet. The noise it made. Thank you. Good night. Classics has come to you through the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed.
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Case Closed! Podcast Summary:
Episode: Richard Diamond and Crime Classics
Date: September 17, 2025
Host: RelicRadio.com
Theme: Revisiting engaging crime stories from the golden age of radio, focusing on mysteries and true crime tales. This episode features a classic hardboiled detective drama ("Richard Diamond, Private Detective" – "The Red Rose") and a darkly comic historical true crime ("Crime Classics" – "Bunny Bombler and His Close Brush with Fame").
This special hour of Case Closed! features two distinct old-time radio crime dramas that offer a blend of suspense, wit, and, in the case of Crime Classics, dark humor. Listeners are treated to a suspenseful detective yarn in "Richard Diamond: The Red Rose" followed by a satirical, historical retelling of a notorious German crime in "Crime Classics: Bunny Bombler and His Close Brush with Fame."
[00:00–28:09]
A down-on-his-luck private eye is tasked with saving a desperate client who hired a hitman to kill him—and now, with his fortunes reversed, needs Diamond to hunt down and stop the assassin before it’s too late. The case spirals as murder, underworld secrets, and a mysterious killer with a signature red rose unfold.
Downturn and Opportunity:
A Desperate Client Walks In:
Clues & Red Roses:
Dance Studio Lead:
Danger Escalates:
Attempted Murder & Detective Showdown:
Murders Mount:
Break in the Case:
Climactic Confrontation:
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A dramatized, semi-comic retelling of a real 19th-century German crime: the story of Bunny Bombler, a hapless, ridiculed man who becomes a murder suspect and local celebrity—not through cunning or intent, but by accident and misadventure.
Satirical Storytelling Style:
The Life of Bunny Bombler:
From Failure to Farce to Prison:
Return Home & Another Blunder:
A Crime Committed—But Not By Bunny:
Satirical Investigation and Psychological Analysis:
Farce Revealed:
Richard Diamond:
Crime Classics:
This episode of Case Closed! is a prime example of the golden age of radio's ability to mix suspense, character, humor, and irony. Fans of detective stories and true crime will especially appreciate:
Listeners are left with both satisfaction from Diamond’s resolution of a tangled case, and wry amusement (and sympathy) for the hapless—if briefly, notorious—Bunny Bombler.