Danger with Grainger: Counterfeit Plates (EP4906)

Summary

The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio

Episode: Danger with Granger: Counterfeit Plates (EP4906)
Date: February 9, 2026
Host: Adam Graham

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Episode Overview

This episode features a classic "Danger with Granger" radio mystery, titled "Counterfeit Plates." Private detective Steve Granger is drawn into a deadly game of cat and mouse after a skilled printer is murdered for a set of counterfeit $20 plates. Granger must navigate a web of deception, evasive allies, and desperate criminals to prevent a flood of fake currency—and to bring the killers to justice. The episode is followed by Adam Graham’s signature commentary and listener feedback.

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Key Discussion Points & Story Breakdown

1. The Setup: A Murder Over Plates

• [02:34] Granger is contacted by Nat, a printer, who pleads for help after being attacked and robbed of newly made counterfeit plates. By the time Granger arrives, Nat succumbs to his wounds, naming “Mitch” as his assailant.
• Granger and Ed (a government man) are pulled into the case, suspecting a connection between the counterfeit plates and an organized criminal effort.

2. The Investigation Begins

• [04:40] Granger’s detective work leads to strange encounters: He’s approached by a refined figure (pseudonym Henry Glazer) who tries to divert him with an unrelated “daughter-in-Philadelphia” job—clearly a ruse to distract from the printing case.
• Classic hardboiled dialogue and quick banter with a persistent reporter (later revealed to be a suspect) add to the period flavor.

3. A Mysterious Woman & a Dangerous Deal

• [13:41] Rita Swanson, Nat’s niece, enters Granger’s office with an offer: She’ll return the plates in exchange for Granger releasing her uncle.
  • Rita: “There was something stolen today from a man named Nat. Do I make myself clear?” [13:50]
• Granger, suspicious but playing along, arranges to meet her at Pier 7 under shadowy terms. She warns him not to involve anyone else.

4. Double-Crosses and a Close Call

• [18:07] Meeting at the pier, Rita hands off the plates, but both she and Granger are ambushed by gunmen—her "employers" attempt to double-cross both of them.
• Quick thinking and a police siren allow Granger and Rita to escape and regroup in a nearby restaurant.
  • Granger: “Now, baby, what's all this about? Your pals tried to shoot you down. Why?” [19:28]

5. The Truth About the Plates

• Rita reveals that the criminals lied to her, saying Granger was holding her uncle hostage. She learns Nat was murdered earlier that day—a shock that clarifies her manipulation.
• In a twist, the plates are found to be worthless: their “craftsmanship” is so poor they wouldn’t fool a child, dashing the criminals’ major counterfeit plan.

6. Setting the Trap

• [21:15] Granger and Ed stage Rita and himself as “critically injured” in the papers to lure the crooks into feeling safe, setting up a sting at a phony theater ticket agency (where the phony bills were being laundered).
• Undercover, they catch the main perpetrators—Mitch (the killer/reporter) and Merling (the mastermind)—red-handed trying to pass counterfeit bills.
  • Granger: “Well, well, our reporter friend. Alias, the mysterious Mitch, I presume. Come here, pal. I want you.” [23:55]

7. Resolution

• The criminals are arrested for murder and counterfeiting. Granger breaks the good news to Rita.
  • Rita: “I hope they both go to the chair.” [26:02]
  • Granger: “Went off like a three dollar alarm clock, baby. Merling and Mitch are in jail for Uncle Nat's murder…” [25:51]

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• Granger (on following a suspect): “I stayed 10 ft behind him, keeping an eye on his Homburg hat, which stuck out above the rest of the crowd.” [09:57]
• Cal Hendricks (Granger’s friend): “How's the peripatetic private eye this fine morn?”
  • Granger: “Hey, that's a twenty-five word. I'm only a twenty-dollar detective.” Cal’s love of big words leads to the episode’s running joke. [11:10]
• On the quality of the plates:
  • Ed: “That thing's so obviously phony it wouldn't get past a five year old child.” [20:58]

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Important Timestamps by Segment

• [02:34] – Case Introduction: The murder and missing plates
• [04:40] – The first clues, suspect introductions, and distractions
• [13:41] – Rita arrives, offers a deal about the plates
• [18:07] – Ambush at the pier, shooting, and escape
• [19:28] – Confrontation with Rita: uncovering the truth
• [20:58] – Plates examined; found worthless
• [21:15] – The sting operation is planned
• [23:55] – Crooks caught red-handed
• [25:51] – News delivered to Rita, case resolution

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Host Adam Graham’s Commentary Highlights

• [26:51] – Adam points out that Nat, the printer, would’ve been better off with a safer hobby, comparing him to Barton Drake who solves mysteries rather than creates potentially criminal “masterpieces.”
• [27:40] – Adam discusses the show’s use of criminal point-of-view scenes, concluding that here they “blunted” the mystery rather than adding suspense.
• [28:55] – A fun aside on word inflation: “Peripatetic isn’t a $10 word; it’s $25. And with inflation, maybe more.”
• [29:45] – Adam notes Granger’s sharp similes, particularly “went off like a $3 alarm clock,” which is period-appropriate and vivid.

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Listener Feedback

• Valerie: Loves the variety, listens via SiriusXM, especially “Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar” and “Dragnet.” [30:20]
• Mechanic66: Points out period differences in body size and strength referenced in the podcast.
• SaySoft: Cites underused police procedures in radio fiction (like paraffin tests), with Adam noting historical limitations but agreeing on missed opportunities. [31:40]

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Final Thoughts

This was a classic, twist-filled detective story brimming with sharp dialogue, double-crosses, and intrepid sleuthing. Granger’s world is dangerous, clever, and filled with memorable characters, while the show’s commentary underscores the unique charm (and quirks) of old-time radio mysteries.

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Host sign-off:
“From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.” [34:30]

Transcript

[A]

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[B]

Sam.

[A]

Welcome to the Great detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we are going to bring you this week's episode of Danger with Granger. But first, today's program is brought to you in part by the financial support of our listeners. You can support the show on a one time basis by mailing a donation to Adam Graham, P.O. box or 15913. That's P.O. box 15913, Boise, Idaho, 83715. Thank you to Valerie and Carolyn for supporting the program. That way you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month by going to patreon.greatdetectives.net and I want to welcome our latest Patreon supporter, Gary. Gary supporting the podcast at the Showmas level of $4 or more month. And thank Pam, who has upgraded her support from the shamus level to the detective Sergeant level of $7.14 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support. Well, now it's time for this week's episode. Counterfeit Plat.

[B]

Danger with Granger. Hiya, Nap. How do you do? Mitch, we want to talk to you in that. Of course. Come in. You got a nice spot here. Nice. I'm glad you like it. I see you're still doing a little engraving too. Oh, that? I was working on a design for a coupon. One to be included in a soap wrapper. Mitch, what have I done? Why you slapped me? Matt, where are they? Day. What is this bay you speak of? Come on, Nat, we haven't got all day. Where are the plates for the coupons? I've not started them yet. Here, you see, this is just a design I've made up. Okay, Nat, you can cut the fairy tales. How much? How much for what? We got a tip, Nat. You're back in business again. We'll pay money, good money for that set of plates. How much? I think you better leave. Of course, if money doesn't make you talk. Now, there are other ways. Like this this is Steve Granger, private detective with a story about a character who had ideas about going for a killing. The killing got there first. In just a moment, I'll take you back to one of my most interesting cases. This is Granger. I was seated in my office feeling calm, peaceful and full of goodwill. Why not? The rent had been paid for two months in advance. And nobody had been using my thoughts over a target lately. I had plans for a pleasant evening. The plans disappeared in the shrill of my phone. Hello? Ste. Granger? Yeah. Who's that? This is Matt, the printer. What's wrong, Nat? Come down here right away. 2410 East 13th in the basement. And bring a doctor. Matt, hold it. What happened? They came and took them. My plates. You've got to get them back. Take it easy, Ned. The doc should be here any minute. But you got to find those plates. What plates? I always wanted to make a pair of perfect ones. I finished them this afternoon. I made one print. Granger. I did it. Can't beat plates again, huh? You've got to get them back, Grange. I did it only for a hobby. That kind of hobby got you 10 years in the pen. Who cut you up like this, Nat? Who tortured you? It was Mitch. Mitch? What's his last name? I don't know. He's been coming around for some time. Found out that what I was doing. Was he alone? Another man. Old, look like big money. What was his name? I don't know. He just stood there and watched. It was enjoying himself. Wonder what happened to that Dr. Grange. Got anything in your medicine chest? Maybe I can ease your pain a little. Nothing. Granger. Jesse. Get. Get back. My plates. Knapp. The printer closed his eyes for the last time. I picked up his phone, called the police department and then, because the government boys would be interested in. That's planned, made a call to a friend of mine named Ed. He was there in five minutes. Hey, somebody really gave it to him, didn't they? Yeah. Before he died, Nap mentioned one name. Mitch. Mitch. That doesn't mean much. He say anything else? He mentioned there was another man in the party. An older guy. Looked like he had money. No names, right? You look around this place? No, I thought I'd wait for you. It'll be your baby if the man who stole those plates starts using him. Another day, another counterfeiter. Well, fellas, you find out anything about the crime? Who are you, bud? And how did you get here? Oh, I'm with the news. I heard there might be a yarn down here. Well, there isn't. It. Don't give me that. Aren't you a government man? I said there is no story down here. And the guy in the couch looks like he's suffering from murder. Look, bud, get out of here. We've got a lot to do. My paper won't let worried about your paper. Now will you beat it? Yeah, sure, if that's the way you feel. See it. Hey, aren't you Granger, the private eye? So what? There must be quite a deal. The cops, government men, even a private eye. Goodbye. I always welcome a chance to work with a government boy. So when Ed suggested I check with him later in the day, I agreed. Also, I wanted a chance to get next to this Mitch, the man who tortured Nat, the printer. I'd like old Nat, even if he was a counterpean artist. However, I'd heard a conversation that was taking place in another part of town. Just then I might not have been so eager. Well, how did you find out? I went back and pretended I was a newspaper man. Wasn't that dangerous? You have no credentials. Who cares about credentials? I found out something. Nat wasn't dead when we left. But I thought. Yeah, so did I. But he lived long enough to call that private detective Steve Granger. Seems that Nat knew Granger, who told him my first name before he died. We'll have to do something about Granger. Oh, no more killing. We kill Granger, we could get the trouble. He's got plenty of friends. Don't worry. I think I know just how to handle Mr. Granger. I'll continue with this interesting story. Story in a minute. I was sitting in my office checking with people in Manhattan who might know somebody named Mitch. So far had come up with 50 men by that name, none of them the right one. Then the man walked in. Strictly Wall street gray business suit, homburg and a million dollars worth of aplomb. Mr. Granger, you have been recommended to me. Thanks. Who did the recommending and why? I have a delicate matter on my hands. It concerns my daughter. She's young, headstrong, she's in Philadelphia. A nice combination. I want her brought back to New York. Tactfully, of course. Be more explicit, mister. My daughter is in love with a young man there. She refuses to come home. I want her brought back. Is she over 21? She's 22. I'm afraid she's mistress of her own future. There's nothing you can do. I thought that perhaps you could induce her, shall we say, to return. If I try to induce her, as you say, and she resented it. I could wind up in a Philadelphia pokey. I'm afraid I'll have to turn you down. Dear me, that's most unfortunate. Couldn't I urge you to change your mind? Not just this minute, no. However, I might reconsider. In case you should. Mr. Granger, my card. Goodbye. I waited the proper length of time, after which I set sail astern of the portly gent. I stayed 10ft behind him, keeping an eye on his Homburg hat, which stuck out above the rest of the crowd. Hey, Granger, you're just the guy I want to see. Not now, reporter. I got things to do. Beat it. Listen, I want the answer to a very important question. Will you let go of me? I'm trying to keep an eye on somebody. The few seconds in which I was delayed by the reporter enabled Mr. Homburg had to be swallowed up in the crowd. And when I turned round to do a little verbal pasting of the reporter, he disappeared too. I fished out the car the pompous character had left with me. It gave the name of Henry Glazer and the address when I found it turned out to be an automobile dealer's. But it also turned out that Henry Glaser at that address bore no resemblance whatsoever to the guy in the Hamburg hat. My deductive powers were really working that morning. It didn't take me more than 10 minutes to figure out that I'd been fooled. I left the place wondering why Mr. Homburg hadn't lied to me. Then I got that feeling up and down my spine and realized I was wearing more tail than a minx. I couldn't catch a glimpse of my follower. But I decided to make a small detour on my way back to the office. I'm calling on my friend Cal Hendricks. Well, well. How's the peripatetic private eye this fine mourn? Hey, that's a twenty five word. I'm only a twenty dollar detective. Peripatetic simply means walking from place to place. Yeah, well, walking is something I'm not too fond of right now. I've got company. Someone on your tail? Yeah. I mean, keeping one eye over my shoulder, one across the street and one when I could stir it in front of me. Something brewing, huh? Yeah, I got a call from Matt, the printer. I thought he'd gone out of business. He has as of today. Somebody wanted a set of plates he'd made and they weren't too squeamish about how they got them. Don't tell me I've Got a tender stomach? Just keep your ears flapping and see what you can pick up. Cal, my friend, you may have three eyes, but I don't have fingers on my ears. However, I shall attempt to ascertain whatever information is available. Well, if you get any, just be a good guy and translate it before you pass it on. I was feeling kind of dizzy from Mr. Hendricks verbal gymnastics. So I nearly walked straight into the lobby of my office building without looking. It was lucky I didn't, because the lobby was currently being inhabited by someone I didn't want to meet. One of the local gunboys. And it was a cinch I was his target for today. I beat it round to the back entrance, hoping there wasn't another one stashed there. There wasn't. I waited till the gun boy moved towards the street entrance. Then I made my break up the stairs into my office. I made straight from my phone and put in a call. Hello, Ed? This is Granger. Oh, hi. Gum Shoe. Say, how do you feel? Hotter than a bride's burned broccoli. What's with me anyway? Who hates me? Don't be concerned, Granger. You had a man or two tailing you, but we protected. You nab any of the men who were after me? No, but we will next time. Well, here we go again. Hey, somebody's coming down the hall, Ed. What, to your office? Yeah. Looks like a woman through the glass. Now, listen, I'll unlock the door and let her in. I'll put a paper over the telephone so she won't notice it's off the hook. That way you can get an earful in case she's got anything to do with the canopy plates. Right. One second.

[C]

Let me, quick.

[B]

Sure, baby.

[C]

Why did you lock that door?

[B]

For my own protection. What's on your mind?

[C]

There was something stolen today from a man named Nat. Do I make myself clear?

[B]

You're doing the talking.

[C]

Would you like to get back what was stolen?

[B]

Little lady, before this RO shenanigan goes any farther, let me explain. I'm not the literate type. Any talking you do, do it in simple, direct words. Now, if by what was stolen you mean count at the $20 place, say so.

[C]

Well, suppose I do.

[B]

I don't want to suppose anything. You came up here, you do the talking.

[C]

Very well. Would you like to get back the counterfeit plates?

[B]

Have you got them?

[C]

No, but I can arrange for them to be handed to you tonight.

[B]

Just what part do you play?

[C]

I'm just a messenger.

[B]

Okay, beautiful. I'll take those plates tonight. If you hand them to me in person.

[C]

Be down at Pier 7. You know where that is, off Cortlandt Street?

[B]

Yeah, and it's plenty dark down there.

[C]

You won't be hurt. Be there at 8 o'.

[B]

Clock. That's a large pier. Any special place?

[C]

Directly in front of the entrance. That shouldn't be hard to find.

[B]

Thanks. I'll see you then.

[C]

And by the way, the people who sent me told me to tell you this. Don't tell anyone where you're going.

[B]

I wouldn't dream of it. Good.

[C]

I'll see you at 8.

[B]

And by the way, who are you?

[C]

Nobody. So tonight, Mr. Granger, the friendly type.

[B]

You still there, Ed? Yeah, I got the lot. And don't worry, we'll get those birds tonight. Ed sounded very confident, but I wasn't so sure. The whole setup felt phony. There were too many mysterious elements floating around. There's one thing I don't like. It's the floating, mysterious element. You only have to hit it hard enough and you're liable to find yourself sunk. In just a minute, I'll bring you the climax of the case. I hung up after talking to the government man, feeling that maybe his confidence was not misplaced. Maybe tonight would tie up this peculiar business of the missing counterfeit. But just as I was thinking these happier thoughts, my door opened, Granger. Oh, so you came back.

[C]

Our arrangement was that you wouldn't tell anyone where you were going.

[B]

I didn't? No.

[C]

But it was very convenient for you to have the telephone hidden under the newspaper so he wouldn't notice it was off the hook. Oh, I didn't trust you, Granger. I came back and listened at the door to make certain.

[B]

So what now?

[C]

I don't know. I'll have to make sure you keep your part of the bargain. You may hear from me later.

[B]

I didn't know what the girl meant by bargain, so I got on the phone and told Ed, the government man, what had taken place. He was as despondent as I, but nothing could be done for the moment. I killed several hours watching the minute hand on my office clock. Make the rounds. At 8 o', clock, things started to pop. Hello, Granger? Yeah?

[C]

Will you give me your word that you won't have yourself covered if I make another date with you?

[B]

Where and when? Oh, no.

[C]

Your word first.

[B]

Okay, you got it.

[C]

The same place I mentioned earlier. One hour from now, walk down the street from the north towards a pier. I'll be waiting.

[B]

When the girl hung up, I got out my gun, looked it over Carefully. Then, because I'm the cautious type. I oiled a small part here and there. Finally, I replaced all the cartridges and as an extra precaution, dropped a few spares in my jacket pocket. Pier 7 was occupied by a freighter wearing rusty sides, dribbling a small plume of smoke from a stack and dirty water from her side. As I neared the entrance, I could spot an occasional figure moving about the deck. I wondered if the girl could have come from there.

[C]

Granger.

[B]

Hello.

[C]

Over here.

[B]

You've got them?

[C]

Yeah. Here, take them.

[B]

Thanks, baby. Mind if I unwrap this package and make sure you're not kidding?

[C]

Go ahead, but hurry.

[B]

Okay. Guess you are on the level. Mind explaining why you turned these over to me?

[C]

You know why. Goodbye, Granger.

[B]

Hey. Hey, wait a minute. Get back, quick. Here. Hurry.

[C]

Granger. They shot at me.

[B]

Yeah, and they shot at me too. In that doorway. Two of them.

[C]

I've got to get out of here.

[B]

Oh, no, you don't. We're leaving together. There's a police car heading this way. It should worry him enough to give us our chance. As the police siren came nearer, the guys in the doorways stopped shooting. We took a chance and beat it around a corner. We're lucky enough to pick up a passing cab and 10 minutes later we were in a secluded booth back of Midtown Restaurant. Now, baby, what's all this about? Your pals tried to shoot you down. Why?

[C]

I don't know. Honestly, I don't. I did everything the men told me.

[B]

Who are these men? How come they told you to come to me?

[C]

They said that you were holding my uncle. That you wanted the counterfeit twenty dollar plate. That if I gave them to you, you'd let him go.

[B]

And who is this uncle?

[C]

Uncle Nat.

[B]

Uncle Nat? You mean Nat the printer?

[C]

Of course.

[B]

Baby. Don't you read the newspapers?

[C]

Why?

[B]

Nat died this morning in his basement apartment on 13th Street. He'd been tortured, then knifed. Said when you say they, is one of them an older man who wears a gray business suit and a Homburg hat? His name isn't Glaser.

[C]

How did you know?

[B]

And the other one, Is he called Mitch?

[C]

Yes.

[B]

The police want Mitch, little lady. He's the one who killed your Uncle Matt. Matt told me before he died.

[C]

You're not lying?

[B]

I can prove that.

[C]

Then why did they give back the plate? And why did they shoot?

[B]

Why the two men that must have been the well dressed older man and Mitch had tried to kill both of us was just as much of a mystery to me. Rita Swanson and I got another taxi cab and went down to Church street to see Ed first. He printed the counterfeit twenty dollar bill from the plates I gave him. Well, here's your sample. Oh, no, Ed, it's not anything that bad. I agree. Not the printer was a real craftsman. These plates print like the engraver used a crowbar. That thing's so obviously phony it wouldn't get past a five year old child. That is that. Now, Ms. Swanson, I'll get a stenographer in here to take down your statement. You willing?

[C]

Of course.

[B]

When Rita Swanson started talking, I heard a lot of things that hadn't been explained before. Also, the setup she revealed was a honey for passing counterfeit money in New York. And the reason for killing the girl and me became obvious. What are you talking about, Grange? The girl hands me the plates, right? Then we're both knocked out. The plates are in our possession when our bodies are found. That puts our two friends in the clear to stop using the plates. Matt made the good ones. What a place to pass counterfeit money. A theater ticket agent. How'd they get away with that? Requires a license, you know. Yeah, one of my men's checking the license bureau now. Five will get you ten they're not licensed. They never stand investigation. Well, that's not what bothers me. But how to get them start passing the bills does. I think I Got it, Ed. Ms. Swanson and I are at Bellevue Hospital. Condition critical. Guards at door. Go on. Issue a bullet into the papers. All of a sudden we both take a turn for the worse. We die. That disposes of the only two witnesses. Get out of it right away and tell the newspaper boys I don't mind dying on paper. Ed set the stage as carefully as for a Broadway play. A spotter watched the two men operate their theater ticket agency. One that catered mainly to out of towners. Two days later, the trap was baited. It was late afternoon, after the banks had closed. A government man posing as a tourist approached the ticket agency. A big window opened on the main hallway of the building the agency occupied. How do you do, sir? What can we do for you? Well, I was wondering. What about some seats for My Fair Lady? My Fair Lady? Tickets next summer. Oh, oh, but my wife and I will be here only this week. I'd pay almost anything. Almost anything? Yes, even scalpers, prices. I'm sorry. We are a licensed and recognized ticket agency. However, under the circumstances, I could ask around. Perhaps I could obtain a pair at slightly over normal price. Slightly? About $35, that is. $35 each. Oh, my. Oh, well, my wife said not to come back to the hotel without them, so I. I guess I. I better get them. Very well, sir. That will be $70 in advance. Oh, in advance. Yes. Thank you. The tickets will be waiting here for you in one hour. Oh, thank you. You are. Oh, can. Can you change a hundred? A hundred? I. Certainly, sir. Here you are, sir. Your receipt presented when you pick up the ticket. And your change. 7B 9100. Oh, thank you. Let's go, Cringer. Just a minute, fella. Why. Why, what's wrong? The United States government. Here, let me see that twenty dollar bill. Stand still. Merling, what are you doing? Shut up, buddy. Craner. Yeah, Alive and aching to be kicking you. You saw this bill passed, Granger? I did? Merling, you'll have to come with me. You're under arrest. Passing counterfeit money. That same Merling. I was just going to. Granger. Well, well, our reporter friend. Alias. The mysterious Mitch, I presume. Come here, pal. I want you. I don't think so. I do. Nice work, Granger. You coming along with me and these two birds. But obviously. Well, friends, that's the story. I'll be back to wrap up the case in just a minute. Merling, the big one, and Mitch, the wounded one, were taken places by Ed, the government man, and locked up. I went along when things had been settled, got out of there. I wanted to break the news to Rita Swanson.

[C]

Granger did it work Went off like.

[B]

A three dollar alarm clock, baby. Merling and Mitch are in jail for Uncle Matt's murder, presently for counterfeiting. But the government and the local police will no doubt get together on the matter.

[C]

I hope they both go to the chair.

[B]

They're within walking distance now. Still look great up in the witness chair.

[C]

Thanks.

[B]

Yes, sir, you'll do all right.

[C]

I'd feel better if I were occupying another chair right now.

[B]

Another chair? Where?

[C]

In a restaurant. I'm hungry.

[B]

Oh, I think I get it.

[C]

And I'd just love to have you with me.

[B]

I know. Paying the check. Steve Granger again. You just heard one of the most interesting cases in my bio. I'll have another one for you, so be around next time.

[A]

Welcome back. Well, I know that it was not in line with his profession, but printer Nat should have taken a page from Barton Drake and shows mystery rather than designing the perfect counterfeit plates as his hobby. I personally prefer hobbies that won't land me in a federal penitentiary for the rest of my life. But that's just me. Now this is one of those cases, and there are a lot of them where adding scenes with the criminals doesn't do anything to add to the story. At least on Boston Blackie or File of Ants, you'd get colorful characters coming up with some verbal tick because they can't stand no mistakes or whatever. But here it just means the mystery is getting somewhat blunted. Since we already know stuff about the criminals involved here now, one might be tempted to call out Granger's slang of 20 of a $25 word as inaccurate. So since the saying is usually a $10 word, however, peripatetic is really a lot bigger than your typical $10 entry. So I think it's warranted. I think it's a $25 word. I think that if it was a $10 word, you probably have to adjust for inflation now. Also, while peripatetic originally referred to walking, in the modern usage it just means traveling. In fact, I used to live a peripatetic life when my dad was traveling all over the country with us. And certainly we have many people listening who are peripatetic. And now you can say that probably better than I have been doing. All thanks to Cal wanting to show off his education and vocabulary. On another linguistic related note, I have to say that I I have enjoyed some of Granger's similes this week, not Pat Novak for higher level. They tend to be pretty solid and my favorite of this week was it went off like a $3 alarm clock and in the mid-1950s $3 would buy you a decent alarm clock. So that definitely works. I do want to go ahead and let you know that we are actually nearing the end of Danger with Granger. I believe we will be out of episodes in about three weeks. It's a little bit to tell because of the labeling of some of the programs, but I think we are looking at three more episodes and then coming in four weeks. We are going to go through a series we've done previously and my Patreon supporters decided what Monday series we're doing again and it is going to be the Saint. So tune in for that coming up in four weeks. Listener comments and feedback now. And we start with Valerie who writes hi Adam, I listen to your shows via my SiriusXM app. I especially like yours truly, Johnny Dollar Dragnet. Let George do It. Love Ball Bailey, Sherlock Holmes and more. Thank you for the great programs and interesting discussions. Thank you so much Valerie. And then I have a comment over on Spotify and this one comes from mechanic 66 who writes regarding seafarer mystery £210 isn't that big. And the saying goes, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I think £210 is not particularly hefty today, but I think that both in terms of muscle and in terms of being overweight big people today, your average larger person is larger than the person who would have been around in the 1940s and 50s. So 200 pounds, lots of muscle, probably a lot more impressive in the mid-1950s than today. And then have a comment from, say, Soft regarding the episode the Wandering Weapon Case. Hey Adam, in addition to the problems you cited with Rankin, there's another problem that's common with a lot of old time radio detection detective shows. It's that whenever there's a shooting and someone appears to have been framed for it, nobody ever thinks to do a paraffin test on the subject's hands to see if he or she had recently fired a gun. I would think that would be basic routine police work in these type of cases, but apparently not in the world of detective fiction. Fair point. The thing with a paraffin test, though, is that you can fool it if you used gloves when doing the shooting. In addition, the paraffin test is really only effective for three days after the killing, so there are big limits on it. Where I think it could be very exculpatory is if you found fingerprints on the gun and were able to run the paraffin test within a reasonable amount of time and then you didn't find paraffin residue. And certainly there are cases where it could be suggestive of having fired a gun, but even then that's not conclusive, particularly if you can come up with some other reason that you might have the residue there, like if you went to a shooting range. So I think there are some limitations with that particular test. Don't know how much it would have told in this particular incident, but thanks so much for the comment. All right, well, now it's time to thank our Patreon Supporter of the Day and I want to thank Andrew, patreon, supporter since August 2021, currently supporting the podcast at the shamus level of $4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Andrew, and that will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software and be sure to rate and review the podcast wherever you download it from. We'll be back next Monday with another episode of Danger with Granger, but join us back here tomorrow for the Big Story where.

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Hey Mister. What is it? What do you want? I only wanted to ask. Get out of that car. What? Get out of that car and put your hands up. Okay, now step closer, buddy, so I can see you. I don't know what this is all about. Moriarity. Patrolman Fred Moriarity. It's you, kad. Yeah, fine sweat you gave me too. Here I am, a reporter being held up by Duquesne's only night cop. Yeah, and the guy they call the friendly cop. Sorry, Kandinsky, I didn't know it was you. What's the matter with you, Moriarty? What are you so trigger happy about? Well, there's a hoodlum here in town. He's threatened to get me to cocaine for me. Hoodlum, huh? Who? Name's Lester. Steve Lester. Say, wait a minute. We got a tip that there was some shooting here in Duquesne. You know anything about it, Fred? No, no, Katinski. Haven't heard anything. Why don't I jump in the car and we'll have a look around? No, no, no. You go ahead. I've got some business.

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Great. Detectives from Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.