
Police Reporter 3x-xx-xx ep06 The Case Of The Mounties
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Trooper Nicholson
The police reporter.
Narrator/Police Reporter
It's it.
Trooper Nicholson
The police reporter brings you another true murder mystery, this time a story of the redcoats. The royal Northwest mounted Police. It's really necessary to go back two years before the story proper and tell you something that occurred at that time.
Narrator
A Canadian mounted policeman named Nicholson came into his headquarters at Ponoka, northwest territory, with a fur hat he'd picked up on the trail. This hat was different from others of its kind because it had a hole in the side, a neat, round hole with blood smeared over parts of it. As the owner couldn't be located and no one was reported missing, it was carefully packed away in the basement at headquarters. Now, two years later, Nicholson rides up to a lonely cabin to place its owner under arrest.
Trooper Nicholson
Anyone at home? Hello, Katie.
Moscher Koenig
Hello, mountie.
Trooper Nicholson
I'm glad you're home. Why? I'm here to put you and your two friends under arrest for horse stealing. Where are they? They beat it. What do you mean, beat it? They live here, don't they? Well, they've been staying with me, if.
Moscher Koenig
You call that living here.
Trooper Nicholson
Where'd they go?
Narrator
How should I know?
Moscher Koenig
Made a break for the states, I guess. Took my gear with him and left me flat.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, get your things on. You're going back to the post with me.
Moscher Koenig
I ain't got nothing to be afraid of if I stole that horse.
Trooper Nicholson
Where is he?
Moscher Koenig
You don't see him around, do you?
Trooper Nicholson
Well, the prosecution claims that you sold him.
Moscher Koenig
Ah, it's just spite work, and I'll prove it when we get to town.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, that's up to you, Kenny. I'm just sent out here to serve this warrant.
Moscher Koenig
Come on in the house. I got something you ought to see. Now.
Trooper Nicholson
Wait till I tie up my horse. Come on, lady.
Moscher Koenig
I'd have come in to the post and told you about it, but I ain't got no transportation.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, what is it that's so important?
Moscher Koenig
Something right in your line. Come on in.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, what is it you want me to see?
Moscher Koenig
Take a look in the ash box of that stove over there.
Narrator/Police Reporter
Hmm.
Trooper Nicholson
Just full of ashes.
Moscher Koenig
That's what you think. Dig around in the bottom and you'll get an eyeful.
Trooper Nicholson
Hey, you mind if I dump them on the floor?
Moscher Koenig
No, go ahead.
Trooper Nicholson
Hey, what's this?
Moscher Koenig
What's it look like?
Trooper Nicholson
Why, they're bones. The bones of a man's hand.
Moscher Koenig
That's it. Now, hunt a little more careful, mountie.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, here's a skull.
Moscher Koenig
Don't expect to find anything like that, did you?
Narrator/Police Reporter
No.
Trooper Nicholson
There's a hole in it. A bullet hole.
Moscher Koenig
Interesting, ain't it?
Trooper Nicholson
Hey, what do you know about this canyon?
Moscher Koenig
Not much. But I'll tell you what I do know. A couple of days before the two guys left, they said they was going hunting. That afternoon I heard a lot of shooting. After dinner, they went out again. They come in late at night with a lot of big bundles and had them in the storeroom all night. They kept the fire going, and the next day they was gone.
Trooper Nicholson
When did you first find these things?
Moscher Koenig
The morning after the two guys left.
Trooper Nicholson
What do you think happened?
Moscher Koenig
I think they met somebody on the trail and killed them and robbed them.
Trooper Nicholson
You got any idea who it was?
Moscher Koenig
Nope. But maybe you can find out. They left a lot of junk in the storeroom.
Trooper Nicholson
If I only knew who this guy was.
Moscher Koenig
Well, why don't you look in there? Maybe you'll find some of his things.
Trooper Nicholson
That's not a bad idea. I'll mosey around while you're getting dressed.
Moscher Koenig
Say, listen, Mountie, I didn't steal that horse.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, that's up to you to prove, Koenigse. Say, it's dark in that storeroom. You got a lantern?
Moscher Koenig
Here, take my flashlight.
Trooper Nicholson
Thanks. Hey, where is this stuff?
Moscher Koenig
Over in the far corner.
Trooper Nicholson
Oh, there's just a bundle of clothes in here.
Moscher Koenig
Well, maybe you can find some kind of identification in them.
Trooper Nicholson
Hey, there's something in the pocket of this coat.
Moscher Koenig
Well, stay in there and examine it for a while.
Trooper Nicholson
Hey, what are you doing?
Koenig (during escape)
Open up that door.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Cranny, you open it.
Moscher Koenig
I ain't got time. Shalong. Mountie. I hope you freeze to death painting.
Koenig (during escape)
Get me out of here. I'll be back in a week.
Moscher Koenig
Mountie.
Koenig (during escape)
I'll get you for this. You can't get away with this, Koenig. So long, Mountie. Open this door.
Narrator/Police Reporter
Koenig.
Koenig (during escape)
Open this door. I'll be seeing you.
Narrator
After much pushing and straining, Trooper Nicholson managed to open the door and get back to headquarters. He arrived there with the bones and skull, but without his man or his horse. Koenig had disappeared. And Trooper Nicholson was sharply reprimanded by his superior. A few days later, he and a fellow trooper were in the cellar of the post cleaning up. They were sorting mementos of unsolved cases.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Hey, Nicholson, you found this fur cap, didn't you?
Narrator/Police Reporter
Yeah.
Trooper Nicholson
Never did find out who it belonged to, though. It's a funny thing, wasn't it?
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
What's funny about it?
Trooper Nicholson
That hole.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
A hole's a hole where I come from.
Trooper Nicholson
Yes, but that hole's a bullet hole. And those stains are some man's blood.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Oh, forget about it. Let's put all your relics together. The fur cap, the skull and the.
Trooper Nicholson
Yeah, put the fur cap on the skull.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Not a bad idea. It'll keep the poor devil's bald head warm. Say, it fits.
Moscher Koenig
What?
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
The hat fits the skull.
Trooper Nicholson
It does. Let me take a look at it. There's something funny about this. Take a look at that.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
What?
Trooper Nicholson
The hole.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Well, what about it?
Trooper Nicholson
The hole in the hat matches the hole in the skull.
Narrator
What does that prove?
Trooper Nicholson
Plenty. Pretty nearly proves that this was a man who was wearing the hat.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
I'm beginning to see the significance of those holes in the hat and the skull. They were both caused by the same bullet.
Trooper Nicholson
I found the hat two years ago in the skull last month. This skull must have been in that stove for almost two years. Well, what I have to find out now is who's been living in that shack for the last two years. Who could have tried burning this skull.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
When you find that out, you'll have a good idea who the murderer is. But you still won't know who the dead man is.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, he's somebody. Somebody's going to miss him. And when they do, the case is in the bag.
Narrator
Three weeks later at the post and the troopers are struck.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Well, how are you doing, Nicholson?
Trooper Nicholson
Not so good. There's only one fact I've dug up in the last three weeks. That check has never been lived in by anyone except Koenig for the past three years. And he hasn't lived in it more than two months. In all that time.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Doesn't look so good for him, does it?
Trooper Nicholson
Oh, he knew more than he was telling, I guess.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Well, where is he? We haven't seen hide nor hair of him since he locked you in his shack and made his getaway.
Trooper Nicholson
I'd like to talk to him right now for about a half an hour.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
All you have to do is to find him.
Trooper Nicholson
Ah, he'll turn up. They always do. Come in. Oh, hello, Higby. What's on your mind?
Narrator/Police Reporter
There's something kind of puzzle in me.
Trooper Nicholson
Is there any way that I can help you? Maybe.
Narrator/Police Reporter
I don't know. I've been tax collector for this district for over 15 year, and I ain't had nothing happen like this afore.
Trooper Nicholson
What is it?
Narrator/Police Reporter
Oh, one of my neighbors named Joe Hindle left about two years ago to take possession of a farm he'd inherited in Bemiji, Minnesota. I ain't heard from him since.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Maybe he can't write. Higby.
Narrator/Police Reporter
Don't be funny. Joe. Ain't paid any of his taxes since he left, and he don't answer any of my letters. Now, that ain't like Joe. And I wish you'd find out through the chief of police at Bemidji.
Trooper Nicholson
If he's all right, I'll be glad to do it for you, Higby.
Narrator/Police Reporter
Thanks, Nicholson. How soon do you think you'll know?
Trooper Nicholson
Oh, drop around about 10 days and I'll have the information for you. Yeah.
Narrator/Police Reporter
Say, what's the idea having this skull on your desk? Trying to scare people? Sure.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
What do you mean by letting him sit around without his hat on? Show the gentleman how you look in your hat, Scully. There you are. How does he look, eh?
Narrator/Police Reporter
Well, I'll be houndswaddled. Speak of the devil.
Trooper Nicholson
What is it, Higby?
Narrator/Police Reporter
That's Joe Hindle's hat.
Trooper Nicholson
Are you sure?
Narrator/Police Reporter
Positive. I was with him when he killed the critter that fur was taken from. He was a wearing that there hat in the morning. He come to say goodbye two years ago.
Trooper Nicholson
Are you sure of that, Higby?
Narrator/Police Reporter
Oh, sure and sure.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Say, Nicholson, how would you like to go to Bemiji?
Trooper Nicholson
I think that would be a very interesting trip.
Narrator
After much arguing, the sergeant in charge of the post gave Nicholson the authority and money to make the trip. After a long talk with the chief of police at Bemiji, they started out into the country to find Hindo at his farm.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, start up the motor and let's get it going out.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Find out anything from the chief?
Trooper Nicholson
Yeah, he says that Hindell came to take possession of the farm he'd inherited about two years ago. Been around here ever since, except two or three times when he's away on trips.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Well, how do we get to this place?
Trooper Nicholson
Oh, we'll go about two miles out this way, and then we take a right turn at the schoolhouse corner. Second farmhouse on the left. I guess that must be the house up there.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Say, we're in luck. He's at home. I see smoke coming from his chimney.
Trooper Nicholson
Right on up the driveway.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Hang on. It's pretty drop.
Trooper Nicholson
Well, come on, let's go. Well, here we are.
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
Say, there's someone inside. I hear them coming to the door.
Trooper Nicholson
Hey, let's stand aside so he can't see us till he opens it.
Moscher Koenig
Well, what is it?
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
They told us we'd find a man named Hindle living here.
Moscher Koenig
My name's Hindle.
Trooper Nicholson
Not when I knew you, it wasn't. Not when you locked me in your storeroom four months ago, it wasn't.
Moscher Koenig
What are you talking about?
Trooper Nicholson
You know what I'm talking about, will you, Moscher Koenig.
Moscher Koenig
Well, supposing I admit I'm Koenig?
Narrator/Police Reporter
What of it?
Trooper Nicholson
We've come to put you under arrest.
Moscher Koenig
And you're going to take me back to Petnoka for stealing your whore?
Trooper Nicholson
No, we're taking you back for murdering Joseph Hindahl two years ago.
Moscher Koenig
You're crazy.
Trooper Nicholson
I don't think so. I got a watertight case, Koenig.
Moscher Koenig
How can you try me for killing a man you don't even know is dead?
Trooper Nicholson
Well, if he isn't dead, where is he?
Fellow Trooper / Sergeant
I don't know.
Trooper Nicholson
Then I'll tell you. All that's left of him is in the ash box of your stove at Ponoka.
Moscher Koenig
You'll have to prove that.
Trooper Nicholson
I can prove it. And without much trouble. Finding you Here is the only bit of evidence I still needed to send you to the gallows.
Narrator
Early in 1910, William Koenig was hanged by the neck until dead. And once more, the Royal Northwest Mounted Police had gotten their man.
Trooper Nicholson
You have just heard the sixth story taken from police records and brought to you by the police reporter. Listen for the next. This is a radio release production.
Narrator/Police Reporter
It. It.
This episode of Harold's Old Time Radio revisits a classic "Police Reporter" drama, presenting a true murder mystery involving the Royal Northwest Mounted Police (the Mounties). The story follows Trooper Nicholson as he unravels a two-year-old case that begins with the discovery of a bloodstained fur cap and ends in a hunt for a cunning murderer. The episode highlights the dogged persistence and investigative skills characteristic of the Mounties in the golden age of law enforcement.
| Timestamp | Segment | |------------|---------------------------------------------------------| | 01:43 | Introduction to the case and the Mounties | | 02:36 | Nicholson confronts Koenig at the cabin | | 03:42 | Discovery of human remains in the stove | | 05:54 | Nicholson escapes and returns to headquarters | | 06:47 | Revealing the cap and skull connection | | 08:00 | Introduction of Higby and the missing Joe Hindle | | 09:45 | Identification of the hat as Joe Hindle's | | 10:26 | Nicholson travels to Minnesota | | 11:24 | Arrest of Koenig posing as Hindle | | 12:15 | Resolution: Koenig executed, case closed |
The episode employs a classic radio drama style: suspenseful, methodical, and tinged with gallows humor (as in the conversations about the skull and the cap). The language is straightforward, with an undercurrent of frontier grit and the stoic professionalism associated with the Mounties.
This episode delivers a tight, suspenseful narrative built on a murder mystery from the Canadian frontier, showcasing old-fashioned detective work, the persistence of the Mounties, and the dark turns of justice in the wilderness. The interplay between evidence, deduction, and character testimony propels the story to a dramatic finish, adhering to the style and spirit of Golden Age radio storytelling.