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Narrator/Announcer
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Narrator/Commentator
Professional criminals, are avowed enemies of society and as such merit the full penalty prescribed by the laws which they violate. But so called good citizens who conspire with criminals to violate the law for personal gain are the Benedict Arnolds of society, betrayers for profit of the respect and welfare of those whom they would call fellow citizens. And as such, they merit the contemptuous kind of moral condemnation that is reserved for all traitors. On a modest little dairy farm a few miles out of Des Moines, Mrs. Reba Jones, recently widowed, has just completed the morning's chores and is walking up to the house when two men drive up in a truck designed for hauling livestock.
Latimer
Good morning, ma'. Am.
Mrs. Jones
Good morning.
Latimer
Are you Mrs. Reber Jones?
Mrs. Jones
Yes, sir.
Latimer
My name's Latimer. And this Mr. Randall. Oh, we're inspectors for the Department of Agriculture.
Mrs. Jones
How do you do?
Special Agent Mead
Hello.
Mrs. Jones
What can I do for you?
Latimer
Well, I hate to tell you this, Mrs. Jones, but we're here on a kind of unpleasant mission.
Mrs. Jones
What's wrong?
Latimer
Well, the dairy company you sell your milk to has just reported to us a very unfavorable bacteria count on some of the milk from here.
Mrs. Jones
Oh, but they never said anything to me about it.
Latimer
It's their duty to report to us first, Mrs. Jones. And our duty to check on your cow. Oh, you see, a lot of the dairy company's products are sold across the state line. And that makes it Uncle Sam's business to see that the quality meets federal standards of purity.
Mrs. Jones
Of course.
Latimer
Mrs. Jones, how many cows in your herd?
Mrs. Jones
Well, I. There's only 12 heads. You gonna test them now?
Latimer
That's right.
Mrs. Jones
And if you. If you find some of them's deceased,
Latimer
well, we'll have to condemn them. Yes, we'll have to take them with us, Mr. Jones. But we're authorized to pay you a condemnation fee.
Mrs. Jones
But I. I just can't afford to lose any. Even with the whole herd. I just barely make a living from them.
Latimer
You wouldn't want to sell milk that you knew to be diseased, would you?
Narrator/Announcer
No, of course not.
Mrs. Jones
Well, the herd is down the pasture now. I'll go and get him into the barn for you.
Latimer
Oh, thank you. Thank you, Mr. Jones. Well, she fell for it. Okay, we should clip her for the whole herd.
Special Agent Mead
Come on.
Mr. Jenkins
All right, boys. Giving you $200 ahead for them cows.
Latimer
I thought you ran a slaughterhouse, Jenkins, not a cliff. Now, let me handle this, Al.
Mr. Jenkins
$200, that's my price.
Latimer
Better take another look at the weight figures, Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins
Price stands, take it or leave it.
Latimer
Oh, look, we take all the risk getting these cows, Latimer.
Mr. Jenkins
As far as I'm concerned, they're your own cows. I operate a legitimate licensed slaughterhouse.
Latimer
Who's kidding who? You're up to your ears in the black market, same as we are. Now, look, kid, you said you sell three of the last head we brought
Mr. Jenkins
you with a Z and there were two.
Latimer
But you bought them from us, didn't you?
Mr. Jenkins
Maybe you better take your couch.
Latimer
Other stuff.
Narrator/Commentator
Oh, no.
Latimer
Wait a minute. Wait a minute, both of you. You've got us over a barrel, Mr. Jenkins, and you know it. So just give us a doll.
Mr. Jenkins
Now you're talking sense. Here's your money.
Latimer
Count it if you like. I'm sure it's all there. You don't steal your money that way. What do you mean? What do you think? Come on, now.
Mr. Jenkins
Right.
Latimer
We'll be seeing you, Mr. Jenkins. Good day. Go ahead. Okay. What did you settle so easy for? As we couldn't take the cows any place else, they were worth more than he gave us. What he gave us was only a down payment. What do you mean? I think I know a way to tap that old geezer for plenty.
Narrator/Commentator
It was a little earlier that same day when Special Agent Mead of the Des Moines Field Office of the FBI entered the office of Agent in Charge Clark.
Special Agent Mead
Did you send for me, Mr. Clark? Why, yes, Mead. Looks like we've got an impersonation swindle case to go to work on. Oh, A couple of days ago, two men posing as inspectors of the Department of Agriculture condemned some cows on a farm near the city. Yes, they claimed These cows were diseased. Said they were authorized to pay $50 a head for them and did. Then loaded the cows into a truck and drove away. The black market, no doubt. More than likely. But the act of impersonating a federal officer is our immediate angle. How do we hear about it? The widow who owned the cows got suspicious later on. Called the public health officer here in Des Moines. He just called me a minute ago. I guess he'd already checked with the Department of Agriculture. Yes, and I double checked. What's the first move? You better drive out there right away and interview the victim. Maybe others by now. That's why we want to work fast. What's her name? Mrs. Ruth Mason.
Mr. Jenkins
Here.
Special Agent Mead
This is the location of her farm.
Sergeant Eaton
Okay.
Special Agent Mead
And, Mead, get a good description of the men in any other lead you can. And hurry back. Right.
Latimer
All right, Al, pull up in here by the stock panthers. Right. There's old Jenkins coming out of the office now. Okay. Stop the truck. We better get our dough for these cows before we spring the other deal on him. Shut up. Here he comes now. Let me do the talking. Okay.
Mr. Jenkins
You fellas seem to be working pretty fast.
Latimer
Yeah, we don't believe in letting the grass grow under cows, Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins
Five dead, huh? Pretty good looking stuff, too.
Latimer
Change.
Mr. Jenkins
Where'd you get him?
Latimer
Ain't you forgetting what you send? As far as you're concerned, all the cows we bring belong to us.
Mr. Jenkins
All right, all right.
Latimer
Can you handle these?
Mr. Jenkins
I can use all you get like that.
Latimer
That's fine, Al. You run these over to the scales. Mr. Jenkins and I have got business to talk over. Okay. Can we go to your office?
Mr. Jenkins
Sure.
Latimer
Go ahead.
Mr. Jenkins
Go ahead in.
Latimer
All right,
Special Agent Mead
Ben.
Mr. Jenkins
What's on your mind, Adam? Huh?
Latimer
You said you could handle all the cows we could get as good as those in the truck. That's right. But you handle same. Say 150, hen.
Mr. Jenkins
Where are you going to get that many?
Latimer
Could you handle them?
Narrator/Announcer
Certainly.
Latimer
Well, then I can get them all right. There's just one hitch.
Mr. Jenkins
What's that?
Latimer
Money.
Mr. Jenkins
I don't get you.
Latimer
Now, look, we lay out cash for them animals. We ain't getting no 150 head unless we put the doe on the line. So where do we get the cash? How much would they cost me or you?
Mr. Jenkins
Hmm?
Latimer
Well, I'm supposed to make a profit, you know.
Mr. Jenkins
And how much would they cost you?
Latimer
About a hundred a head.
Mr. Jenkins
Fifteen thousand dollars?
Latimer
Yeah, that's right.
Mr. Jenkins
Who are you buying them from?
Latimer
You ain't trapping me into a giveaway like that. Are you interested in Putting up the dough?
Mr. Jenkins
Maybe.
Latimer
Now look, don't hedge. Are you or ain't you?
Mr. Jenkins
How do I know this isn't a swindrow?
Latimer
You can come along if you want when I swing the deal.
Mr. Jenkins
When would that be?
Latimer
Right now, if you like.
Mr. Jenkins
I don't keep that kind of money around the office.
Narrator/Announcer
Hmm.
Latimer
When could you get it?
Mr. Jenkins
Later in the day.
Latimer
Well, then we'll knock em off tonight.
Mr. Jenkins
How much do you have to charge me for the cows?
Latimer
Usual rate, 200 a head.
Mr. Jenkins
That's letting you fellows operate on my money and make 100% profit. It's too much.
Latimer
Now, look, Mr. Jenkins, take it or leave it.
Mr. Jenkins
I be here at my office tonight.
Special Agent Mead
Can I come in, Mr. Clark? Oh, yes. Come ahead. Meade. You talked to the woman out at the farm? Yes. Get any good leads? She gave a pretty good description of the two men. Anybody we know? I don't think so. Their names are Latimer and Randall. At least those are the names they use. Yes, but this might give us an even better lead. What's that? A woman was smart enough to make them give her a receipt for her cars. Good for her. Latimer signed it and no doubt left his fingerprints on it. Right. Well, first thing, we'll alert all local police and licensed slaughterhouses in the city and state. Give them the description of those two men. Yes, sir. And me, while I'm getting that started, will you run that receipt through the lab for fingerprints? Right. I'd like to catch those fellas before they clean up and get out of the.
Latimer
All right, cut the lights out. Okay. Good. There's a light on in Jenkins office. Guess he's keeping our date all right. Will he have the dough with him? Well, sure. Why not? He didn't guarantee it this afternoon. Yeah, this sounds like too good a touch to him. He'll have it. Come on. Now, wait a minute. What's the matter? Look in and see if anybody's with him. No, he's by himself. Okay, knock on the door. Go ahead, Al. Right. Well, how are you tonight, Mr. Jenkins?
Mr. Jenkins
Let's get down to business.
Latimer
That suits me fine. You got the dough ready?
Mr. Jenkins
I have.
Latimer
Well, where is it?
Mr. Jenkins
My pocket.
Latimer
The deal starts when it's in my pocket, Mr. Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins
Oh, no. I'm not giving up any money until I see those cows.
Latimer
You ain't seeing no cows.
Mr. Jenkins
What does he mean?
Latimer
We're kind of changing the deal. That 15,000 goes to us directly.
Mr. Jenkins
What for?
Latimer
Well, sort of like a bonus. What are you talking about? Ah, quit wasting time with them, Chuck.
Mr. Jenkins
Now, See here, what's this all about?
Latimer
You're paying us that 15 GS to keep quiet, Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins
What?
Latimer
You wouldn't like us to expose your operation here, would you?
Mr. Jenkins
This is a licensed slaughterhouse, Latimer. And my books are clean.
Latimer
To a stranger, maybe, but not to the law.
Mr. Jenkins
Look here, I've had enough of this.
Latimer
Oh, yeah?
Mr. Jenkins
You're just trying to blackmail me.
Latimer
And what if we are? It won't work.
Mr. Jenkins
No, no, because I'm clean. You two are not. You couldn't report me to the law without getting slapped in jail yourselves, and you know it.
Latimer
Chuck, that angle ain't gonna work.
Mr. Jenkins
It certainly isn't.
Latimer
Well, then I guess we'd better try another.
Mr. Jenkins
The only thing that you can do is to get out of here and get out of here right now.
Latimer
Oh, that ain't the only thing.
Mr. Jenkins
Get out, I say.
Latimer
Now, look, we came here for that 15 grand. We're gonna get it. Go to work, Al. With pleasure. Now, wait a minute.
Narrator/Commentator
You can't.
Latimer
Now, if you'll grab his wallet, Al, we'll turn out the lights and close up office for the night.
Narrator/Announcer
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Narrator/Commentator
The professing good citizen who consorts or conspires with professional criminals to violate the law for personal gain is not only flirting with justice at the hands of the law, he is also courting personal disaster at the hands of those with whom he conspires. Because to criminals, the renegade citizen is not one of them. Rather, he is a pawn to be played by them when the time comes. And always he is played for a sucker. It is nearly two hours now after the slaughterhouse operator Jenkins was beaten into unconsciousness by the cattle swindlers and robbed of $15,000. Agent in Charge Clark of the Des Moines office of the FBI is at his desk talking with Special Agent Mead when.
Special Agent Mead
Clark Speaking.
Sergeant Eaton
Police headquarters. Mr. Clark, this is Sergeant Eaton.
Special Agent Mead
Oh, hello, Sergeant.
Sergeant Eaton
We've got something that may tie in with those two men you're looking for.
Special Agent Mead
Oh, well, just a minute.
Mr. Jenkins
Meade.
Special Agent Mead
Yeah, get on the other phone.
Latimer
Catch us two, will you?
Special Agent Mead
All right, Sergeant, go ahead.
Sergeant Eaton
It's about a man named Jenkins who operates a slaughterhouse at the edge of town.
Special Agent Mead
Yes?
Sergeant Eaton
Night watchman making his rounds found him beaten unconscious on the floor of his office a little over an hour ago. The watchman remembered hearing a truck drive into the yard earlier.
Special Agent Mead
I see.
Sergeant Eaton
Just before he discovered Jenkins on the floor, he had heard the truck drive away.
Special Agent Mead
But he hadn't seen who was in it.
Sergeant Eaton
No. With Jenkins on duty himself, he hadn't paid much attention.
Special Agent Mead
Where's the victim now, Sergeant?
Sergeant Eaton
We got him to the city hospital. He just came to a little while ago.
Special Agent Mead
What did he have to say?
Sergeant Eaton
Well, that's just it. He wouldn't talk.
Special Agent Mead
Well, we'll get on it right away and check with you later, Sergeant.
Mr. Jenkins
Goodbye.
Special Agent Mead
Thanks a lot.
Sergeant Eaton
Bye.
Special Agent Mead
I guess we better get over to
Narrator/Announcer
the hospital right away.
Special Agent Mead
No, later. What? First we're going to have a look around out at the slaughterhouse. Why? We just might find some evidence with which we can encourage Mr. Jenkins to talk. Come on.
Mr. Jenkins
I told the nurse not to let anybody else in my room.
Special Agent Mead
We're special agents of the FBI, Mr. Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins
Oh, that's all. And I have nothing to say to you either. This is my affair.
Special Agent Mead
We have reason to believe it's our affair, too.
Mr. Jenkins
What do you mean?
Special Agent Mead
We've just come from your slaughterhouse.
Mr. Jenkins
What are you doing there?
Special Agent Mead
Investigating the crime.
Mr. Jenkins
Crime? What crime?
Special Agent Mead
Crime that's put you in this hospital.
Mr. Jenkins
Now, look here.
Latimer
Well,
Mr. Jenkins
I have nothing to say.
Special Agent Mead
All right, then we have. We happen to run across a special memo of some cattle transactions which were not entered in your regular ledger, Mr. Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins
Aerodynamic. You trying to tell me how to keep my books?
Special Agent Mead
Maybe the government will get around to that later.
Mr. Jenkins
What do you mean?
Special Agent Mead
Right now we're interested in finding two men named Latimer and Randall. Well, some of those special cattle deals, according to the memo, were made with them.
Mr. Jenkins
What of it?
Special Agent Mead
Latimer and Randall are wanted for cattle swindling by posing as agents of the Department of Agriculture.
Mr. Jenkins
They were just cattle dealers to me.
Special Agent Mead
And you bought the cattle they obtained by criminal methods.
Mr. Jenkins
As far as I was concerned, the cattle were the round.
Special Agent Mead
Mr. Jenkins, I'd like to point out that we're in a position to justifiably charge you with conspiracy for receiving and selling property obtained by criminal methods.
Mrs. Jones
But how can you.
Special Agent Mead
If you're brought to court, you'd have to explain your books and special memos and all your slaughterhouse operations to some experts who might find something wrong with them. Well,
Mr. Jenkins
who do you wish to know?
Special Agent Mead
Where are Latimer and Randall?
Mr. Jenkins
I don't know.
Special Agent Mead
Who beat you up tonight?
Latimer
Hayden?
Special Agent Mead
Why?
Mr. Jenkins
All I'm saying is they beat me up, stole $15,000 for me, escaped from their truck.
Special Agent Mead
Can you describe their truck?
Mr. Jenkins
It's a cattle truck. And the license number's written down. A notebook in my coat pocket.
Latimer
Mead.
Narrator/Commentator
Yes?
Special Agent Mead
Get the Notebook, please.
Mr. Jenkins
Right.
Special Agent Mead
Mr. Jenkins, the beating you've got tonight is what you might expect and deserve for playing ball with criminals. When we catch Latimer and Randall, we'll get the whole story behind your dealings with him. And if it's what I think it is, you'll have quite a bit of explaining to do.
Latimer
Hey, wait. Slow up, Al. I'm into a fork in the highway.
Special Agent Mead
Okay.
Latimer
We take the left turn to Kansas City. How do you know? I marked out the whole route on that map there. Okay, then, keep going.
Special Agent Mead
Hey, Chuck.
Latimer
Yeah? Maybe we ought to get rid of this truck. Maybe it's getting hot by now. Yeah, I've been thinking of that already. So what do we do? The next town we hit, we kiss it goodbye and borrow somebody else's car.
Sergeant Eaton
Here's the truck, Mr. Clark. We found it abandoned on a side street here earlier this morning.
Special Agent Mead
I see.
Sergeant Eaton
And just a while ago, a man reported his car stolen during the night.
Special Agent Mead
Well, that sounds like two and two to me, Officer.
Sergeant Eaton
Well, that's what we figured made. Yes.
Special Agent Mead
While I'm taking down the information on the stolen car, will you have a look in the truck? Right. What's the description of the stolen car? Upset.
Sergeant Eaton
Black Chevrolet Sedan 41 model.
Special Agent Mead
Sedan 41 model. Iowa license 426 42673.
Sergeant Eaton
Mr.
Special Agent Mead
Yes? Look at this map I found on the seat. What about it? Pencil mark tracing the whole route from Des Moines to Kansas City. Huh. You think maybe they might be. I think we're going to get out an alarm on this stolen car right away and then head for Kansas City.
Latimer
Okay. Al, we didn't come to Kansas City for a rest. Let's get busy. On what? I got a slaughterhouse all lined up to do business with us. We ain't got a truck. We're gonna use one of theirs. Okay, where do we go first? We're following our same plan. I got number one spotted. Come on, let's rhyme.
Special Agent Mead
Mr. Clark? Yes, mate? Latimer and Randall are in Kansas City. They're not in a hotel?
Mr. Jenkins
No.
Special Agent Mead
I spent all morning with our agents and the police here checking. No trace of them. No sign of the stolen car either. Not yet. Maybe this other thing will turn them up. What's that? Well, the county farm agent here in Kansas City has been helping me all morning make a lot of telephone calls. I don't get it. Well, Mead, I studied all those jobs at Latimer and Randall Polder on Des Moines.
Narrator/Announcer
Yeah.
Special Agent Mead
And I think I've hit on the pattern of their operation. Really? And if I'm right. Well, if I'm right, maybe the phone is ringing right now with the proof.
Latimer
Well, Mrs. Gilmer, we're sorry to have to report that we find five of your cows diseased.
Mrs. Jones
Good heavens, Mr. Latimer, that. That's going to be quite a blow to me.
Latimer
Well, the five head won't be a total loss to you, however.
Mrs. Jones
What do you mean?
Latimer
Well, as I told you when I made the appointment for this test, we're authorized to pay you a condemnation fee.
Mrs. Jones
Well, at least that's.
Narrator/Announcer
Come on, Randall.
Latimer
We'll start loading the cows in the truck. Okay.
Special Agent Mead
Those cows are staying right here.
Latimer
Latimer, what's the id?
Narrator/Announcer
And who are you?
Special Agent Mead
Special agents of the FBI. You want to hear any more?
Latimer
Put up your hands, gman.
Special Agent Mead
Sure, Randall. Sure, we'll put up our hands. Maybe you won't object if I use mine like this? Here, mate, take his gun.
Sergeant Eaton
Right.
Special Agent Mead
Thanks for cooperating with us, Mrs. Gilmer. And thanks to you, Latimer, for your policy of cheating widows. Only it made it a lot easier for us to catch you. Come on.
Original Air Date: March 29, 2026 (rebroadcast)
Podcast Host: Choice Classic Radio
This episode of Choice Classic Radio Detectives replays the classic "This is Your FBI" episode titled "The Slaughterhouse Swindlers", first aired in 1946. The dramatized FBI file spotlights a black market swindle targeting vulnerable farm owners. Two conmen, Latimer and Randall, pose as Department of Agriculture inspectors to relieve a widowed farmer of her cattle under false pretenses, selling the stolen livestock to a complicit slaughterhouse operator. The case rapidly escalates into further extortion, violence, and a multi-state chase, before the FBI, through keen detective work, brings the perpetrators to justice. The episode is notable for its blend of suspenseful storytelling, moral commentary, and procedural detail.
| Timestamp | Speaker | Quote | |-----------|---------------------|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| | 03:36 | Latimer / Mrs. Jones| Latimer: “You wouldn’t want to sell milk that you knew to be diseased, would you?” / Mrs. Jones: “No, of course not.” | | 06:22 | Clark | “Our immediate angle is the act of impersonating a federal officer.” | | 13:11 | Jenkins/Latimer | Jenkins: “You’re just trying to blackmail me.” / Latimer: “And what if we are?” | | 20:10 | Special Agent Mead | “We’re in a position to justifiably charge you with conspiracy for receiving and selling property obtained by criminal methods.” | | 24:49 | Special Agent Mead | “Those cows are staying right here.” | | 24:52 | Special Agent Mead | “Special agents of the FBI. You want to hear any more?” | | 25:10 | Special Agent Mead | “Thanks for cooperating with us, Mrs. Gilmer. And thanks to you, Latimer, for your policy of cheating widows. Only it made it a lot easier to catch you.”|
The original episode uses formal, direct, and sometimes melodramatic language characteristic of 1940s radio crime dramas. The FBI agents are no-nonsense, authoritative, and determined, while the criminals alternate between slippery charm and blunt intimidation. Moral commentary is woven into the narrative, reinforcing the episode’s themes of justice and civic duty.
“The Slaughterhouse Swindlers” is a suspenseful story of deception, greed, and swift FBI action. Through sharp investigation and strategic thinking, the agents overcome the conmen, underscoring the classic message that crime doesn’t pay—especially when supposedly “respectable” citizens choose to break the law for profit. The episode serves as both entertainment and a moral lesson, wrapped in classic radio drama style.