Danger with Grainger: Innocent, Innocent (EP4861)

Summary

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Summary: Danger with Grainger — "Innocent, Innocent" (EP4861)

Podcast: The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio
Host: Adam Graham
Original Air Date of Drama: 1956/57
Podcast Release Date: December 8, 2025
Featured Story: Danger with Grainger, episode: "Innocent, Innocent"

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Main Theme

Steve Granger investigates a seemingly open-and-shut murder case where a young man, Ronald Polly, has been caught red-handed. Hired by Ronald’s sister, Irene, Granger quickly discovers layers of deception, hypnotism, and a plot that implicates not only a criminal mastermind but, in a twist, the victim’s own family.

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Key Discussion Points & Story Breakdown

1. Discovery of the Crime (03:20–04:48)

• Police respond to a call at the Tangrove estate; the butler leads them to Mrs. Tangrove’s body.
• Ronald Polly is found on the lawn with the murder weapon and passes out when questioned.

"How do you like that? The kid passed out cold." – First Officer (04:42)

• Steve Granger introduces the case as a “sweet little frame for murderers you ever saw.” (04:48)

2. Client Visit & The Case Against Ronald (05:11–06:19)

• Irene Polly hires Granger to clear her brother, Ronald, who is under arrest.
• The facts look grim: Ronald was found at the scene with the murder weapon and a prior criminal record for car stripping.

Irene: "Mr. Granger, I want you to clear my brother of a murder charge." (05:19)

3. Meeting with Lieutenant Rankin & Interview with Ronald (06:19–10:05)

• Police believe Ronald is guilty but note he won't admit to an accomplice.
• Granger interviews Ronald, who claims memory loss—last thing he remembered was something in his eye, then meeting a mysterious, swarthy stranger who offers help and then... nothing.

Ronald: "The last thing I remember yesterday is around noon. I was walking down 8th Street… The next thing I know, I’m arrested." (07:56)

• Granger suspects Ronald is covering for someone, and asks for info on his old car-stripping friends.

4. Chasing Leads: Pool Room & Car Stripping Gang (10:22–13:05)

• Granger investigates the pool room, searching for the described stranger and Ronald’s old associates (Billy Hanlon, Pete Brown).
• He meets resistance and thuggish intimidation, realizing he's getting too dangerous for comfort.

5. Run-In with the Real Criminals (13:18–15:29)

• Granger is forced into a car by thugs, who interrogate him about his involvement; they’re anxious not to be connected to the Tangrove murder.
• After confirming his motives with Irene, Granger is released—then promptly shot at by another assailant in a drive-by with a license-less car (15:29–15:46).

Granger: “The bullets whizzed past my ears… obviously I was getting too close to somebody for that somebody’s comfort.” (15:46)

6. Hypnotism and the Mastermind Emerges (16:14–19:39)

• Granger theorizes the attacker used a rented car with removed plates, suggesting professional methods.
• After further investigation, the butler identifies "Denon Vashley," an “occult therapist,” as connected to Mrs. Tangrove.
• Rankin, still convinced of Ronald’s guilt, reveals a paraffin test proved Ronald fired the murder weapon—yet Granger counters: the shooter’s still at large while Ronald is locked up.

Granger: “I've been shot at twice. It couldn't have been Ronald Polly… That proves there’s another party involved.” (19:51)

7. The Hypnotic Setup (20:48–22:49)

• Under pressure, Ronald admits to working for the pool room owner and reveals the stranger injected him after failing to remove the cinder from his eye.
• Police confirm Vashley is a hypnotist.
• Granger discovers a towel with burn holes in Vashley’s room, used to muffle the gunshot as the hypnotized Ronald unwittingly fired it, setting him up as a patsy.

8. Face-off with the Villains & Final Twists (23:27–27:51)

• Granger calls Irene, confirming Vashley is the likely mastermind.
• In a tense confrontation, Vashley confesses: he hypnotized Ronald and orchestrated the robbery and murder, planning to dispose of Granger with a poisoned needle.

Vashley: “It took weeks of planning… First, get the combination to the safe. Second, find a suitable sucker... Third, put the plan into operation. You, Mr. Granger, came as an anticlimax.” (25:17)

• In the scuffle, Granger turns the gun on Vashley, who’s shot.
• The final twist: Granger confronts Irene with proof she was in league with Vashley, using her brother as the fall guy and plotting to double-cross her partner.

Granger: “You framed your own brother into the shadow of the death chamber.” (27:04)

9. Adam Graham’s Post-Episode Commentary (29:22–32:00)

• Adam notes the classic “biggest mistake” trope: the criminals doom themselves by involving Granger.
• Questions the logic of hiring a PI when the frame was so airtight.
• Honors Patreon supporters and responds to a listener’s comment about a previous episode’s plot.

Adam: “Once again, we’ve got a case where the criminal’s biggest mistake is hiring Granger.” (29:29)

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• Granger (intro): "A dead woman and a dumb kid as sweet little frame for murder as you ever saw…” (04:48)
• Irene Polly: “Please, Mr. Granger, just go down and listen to what Ronald has to say. Please.” (05:47)
• Lt. Rankin: "Forget my temperature. Now c'mon, how about playing along with us?" (06:13)
• Granger (as narrator): “I figured my tailor would be able to afford another payment on his new house…” (16:16)
• Vashley (revealing his plan): “It took weeks of planning… First, get the combination to the safe. Second, find a suitable sucker... You, Mr. Granger, came as an anticlimax.” (25:17)
• Granger (to Irene): “You framed your own brother into the shadow of the death chamber.” (27:04)
• Adam Graham (commentary): “This, I think, is probably the most inexplicable example… there was no reason for her to hire a private investigator…” (29:30)

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Important Segment Timestamps

• Crime Scene & Set Up: 03:20–05:11
• Granger’s Investigation: 06:19–10:22
• Pool Room/Underworld Leads: 11:48–13:05
• Drive-by Shooting: 15:29–16:14
• Proof & Confrontation with Rankin: 19:39–20:48
• Ronald’s Full Confession/Hypnosis Revealed: 20:48–22:49
• Final Showdown with Vashley: 24:00–26:11
• Confrontation with Irene: 27:01–27:52
• Host Commentary: 29:22–32:00

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Tone & Presentation

The episode maintains a wry, sometimes noir-light tone: Granger is world-weary yet persistent, Rankin is bluntly skeptical, and the plot unfolds with a mix of investigative grit and dry humor. The host, Adam Graham, provides thoughtful, succinct analysis with characteristic warmth and occasional wit.

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This summary covers all major developments and character dynamics, highlighting the intricate plot twists and classic “frame-up” mechanics that make this vintage detective story a standout. If you missed the show, you’ll return knowing who did it…and who tried to double-cross everyone for the loot!

Transcript

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Welcome to the great detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Danger with Granger. But first, I do want to encourage you. If you are enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. Also, 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 [e-mail] 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, Katherine, becoming our latest supporter at the chalmus level of $4 or more per month. Also want to thank Adele. I hope I pronounced that correctly. Upgrading their membership from the rookie level of $2 or more per month to the shamus level of $4 or more per month. Well, now here is the episode from 1956 or 57. Innocent Innocent.

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Danger with Granger.

All right, what's going on around here? Who called us? Hey, who are you? I'm the butler officer. Mrs. Tangrove's body's in there.

There.

Shot once, eh? What do you know about this? I was in the rear of the house and suddenly there was the sound of a shot. I rushed in here. She was lying there. I called the police department, didn't see anybody around. No problems. I noticed no one, sir. I was in the pantry, cleaning some silver. Where's the phone? I'll have to get Homic here. There's a phone in the hall. This way, sir. I can't imagine who'd do a thing like this. Sir. Hold it. What is wrong? That young fella standing out on the lawn. He belongs around here. I don't believe I've ever seen him before. That's a gun in his hand. You stay.

All right, fella, drop the gun. Drop the gun, I said. That's better. I'm being fired too. Stick out your mitts, fella.

Now, what's your name? Hey. Hey. What's the matter with you? I. I don't know.

How do you like that? The kid passed out cold.

This is Steve Granger, private detective with a story about a dead woman and a dumb kid as sweet little frame for murderers you ever saw, during which bullets fanned the breeze and I fanned the sidewalk. In just a moment, I'll take you back to one of my most interesting cases.

This is Granger. I was seated at the desk in my office, eyeing a letter I just received from a would be client who wasn't going to be because I don't fool with divorce cases. I looked up to greet another one, A girl in the mid-20s with every possible asset. Beautiful figure, glorious hair, lovely clothes, and a voice like this. Mr. Granger, I want you to clear my brother of a murder charge. Murder? I'm Irene Polly. My brother Ronald is under arrest. Wait a second, Ms. Polly. This. This is the story in the morning paper. Yes. A woman was found dead in the living room safe, had been looted at $30,000 in jewels. Your brother was found standing on the lawn outside. The gun he had in his hand proved to be the murder weapon. I know it looks bad, Mr. Granger. It looks worse than just bad. I don't know what I can do for you in a case like this. Please, Mr. Granger, just go down and listen to what Ronald has to say. Please. All right, if you wish, I'll drop in and see my friend, Lieutenant Jake Rankin.

Well, gumshoe, what's on your alleged mind today? A lot of things, Lieutenant. Mainly a boy named Ronald Polly. Mr. Granger, you are batting that skull of yours against a closed case. We've got Ronald Paoli and got him but good just the same. How about letting me talk with him, huh? That might be a very smart idea. You could help the department out. Oh, the kid won't admit shooting the Tangrove woman and moreover, he won't name his accomplice the one who must have got away with the jewelry. In other words, your case might not be as strong as you intimated to the papers. We intimated nothing. We merely told the newsmen exactly what we found. Oh, now, watch your temperature. Did forget my temperature. Now, come on. How about playing along with us? Why not?

Did you know that the Pauli kids got a police record? No, I didn't. He and a couple of his high school pals formed a car stripping gang. We caught them, they were convicted. Was he sent up? No, no, he got out on parole.

There he is. His cell.

Okay, you can have 10 minutes. Right.

Well, who you? Why are you here? My name's Steve Granger. Your sister asked me to come around and have a little talk with you. You're not a cop? No, I'm a private eye. Your sister thinks you're innocent. I didn't kill that woman. I didn't steal anything. I don't even remember how I got out in that district. What do you mean, you don't remember? I don't. Last thing I remember yesterday is around noon. I was walking down 8th Street. The wind was blowing, and I got something in my eye. Yeah, at least that checks. There was a stiff breeze around the time yesterday. Okay, Kate, let's hear the rest of it. I couldn't get whatever it was out. There was a pool room up a few doors. So I thought I'd go inside and have somebody help me.

Say, mister, what is it? I've got something in my eye. Wonder if you'd use my handkerchief and get it out. Let me see. Or I. A cinder, but embedded pretty deeply. Suppose I'd better see a doctor. Suppose you come over to my place. I have a soothing lotion that we can use. It will remove the cinder also. Gee, I don't want you to go to any trouble, mister. No word. No trouble at all, my boy.

I. Keep talking, Ronald. What happened then? We went over to his room. He washed out my eye. And then. That's all I remember. What did the man look like? He was short, black hair, swarthy complexion, had some kind of a foreign accent. Where was this room? I was so worried about my eye, I didn't exactly notice. But it was up the block from the pool room. Mr. Granger, what are they gonna do to me? You're being held on suspicion of murder, Ronald. But I didn't kill her. I couldn't have. Ronald. Yeah, Mr. Granger. What happened to your partner? The one who got away with the Tangrove Jewelry? What? So you're a Mere sight, too. You want me to confess to something I don't know anything about? Well, get out of here. Get out. All right, all right. Get out that racket. I want a lawyer. And keep this spy away from me.

You didn't find out anything? Not any more than you did. 10 to 1 he's covering up for an accomplice. But we'll find him. Don't worry. One thing you can give me, Jake. What? The names of the two kids who were in that car stripping racket with a Powley boy.

Lt. Rankin got into the files, broke out the names of the two other boys and waved me out of his office. Muttering something about insane private eyes who didn't know an open and shut case. When they saw one on the way out, I had a sudden idea.

Hello, Afternoon Herald. Let me speak with Cal Hendricks, please.

Cal, this is Steve Granger. One little news break.

All right, all right. Don't take a fit. I'm working on the Tangrove murder. Yeah, for the Parley boy. His sister hired me.

Guilty, I should say not. Calm. In just a couple of hours, I'll have a startling disclosure. Sure, you can print that. Call you later in the day.

I'll continue with this interesting story in a minute.

I know that my friend Cal Hendricks would see that the next edition carried my statement about a startling disclosure. I hoped it had smoke out the real killer. If there was a real killer besides Ronald Polly. Hung around and the paper came out for the story. Read through it and decided to go into action. My first port of call would be the pool room Ronald Polly mentioned down on 8th Street.

I walked in looking for a dark, swarthy man who might answer Ronald Polly's description. There was none. I picked out one big fellow as the man of whom to ask questions. What do you want? This little information. You got the wrong address, pal. This is a pool room, not Grand Central Station. I'm looking for a man. Short black hair, dark complexion. I don't know nobody like that. Neither does anybody else around here. Uh, what about a couple of kids who are supposed to hang around here? Billy Hanlon, Pete Brown. Look, pal, nobody here knows anything. Besides, we don't go for snoops. You a cop? I could be mixed up in the Tangrove thing. But you're not a cop. Not exactly. Okay, now I'll tell you something. Walk to that door and turn right. There's a subway station on the next corner. Take the uptown train and you'll be real well off. Don't give me that. Hold it. Your mouth. I Mean, just the same, I don't. Hey, boys, we got a smart guy here. He thinks he doesn't want to take a walk. What do you say, huh? Okay, I can take it here.

I walked to the door feeling that my head would be the recipient of a half dozen pool cues if I hung around any longer. Not that I'm a coward, but I've only got one skull. And I want it to last me a long time.

I walked up the street hoping by instinct to find out in which building the mysterious stranger lived. This was a corner apartment house. I bent over the mailboxes trying to get the name of the manager. When I felt the gun in my back. Let's take a little walk, pal. Where to? That car right there.

In a bike.

Okay, kid. Start driving. You fella. Hand over that gun you've got onto your shoulder. First you don't like my company, now you do. Why, pal, you're moving in on my record. You're spoiling things for me. I'm beginning to see things.

Billy Pete and the Powley Kid worked for you as car strippers, didn't they? Maybe they did. Maybe you mixed up in the tangrow of killing. If Ronald Powley pulled that job, he did it on his own. All I'm interested in is my own racket, not murder. If you're interested only in car stripping, I've got nothing against you. That's a police matter. I'm working on the Tangrove thing. Sure, pal, but you know about Hamilton, Brown and Paulie. I don't want the cops tying me and Madame. I told you, I'm interested in the Tangrove case. Ronald Polly's sister is paying me to clear the boy if I can. Would the kid sister verify that? Sure she would. Okay, I'll let you go if you'll have the kid's sister tell me that you are working for her. Pull up where we can get to a phone. Not so fast. You forget about this little snatch too? It's a deal. I'll give you back your gun after I take out the bullets.

We pulled up near a drugstore. I went in and found Irene Polly. She was puzzled at my strange request. But she talked to the guy and confirmed my story. He had no option except to agree that I was leveling with him. He left the drugstore, got in his car and drove off.

I started walking uptown when I saw another car swing towards me. I saw what the driver had in one hand and hit the curb and the gutter.

The bullets whizzed past my ears. And the car screeched out of sight. But not before I noticed the make of the car. No number because the license plate had been removed. Obviously I was getting too close to somebody for that somebody's comfort. But the jackpot question was somebody who? In just a moment, I'll bring you the climax of the case.

After the guy who was so anxious for me to take lessons playing the harp disappeared in a roar of exhaust pipes, I picked myself up from the sidewalk and took a look at my suit. I figured my tailor would be able to afford another payment on his new house. I also figured this would be a good time to call on my pal, Cal Hendricks. Hey, Stevie, what's with you? Sore knees, torn suit, buzzing in the head and incipient heart failure. Any more questions, Doctor? All right, all right, take it easy. Somebody just took a potshot at me from a moving car. I got the make but not the license number. Well, to my un sleuth like ear, that suggests a stolen car. See, you're real bright today. Or it could be something else.

I was just remembering a gimmick a gang of loft thieves used some years back. Yeah, this gang never steal cars. There was too much risk involved. They go to a drive yourself place and rent a car. Then take off the license plate just while the robbery was being committed. Here's a classified directory. Start thumbing, son. Granger, I want to have a couple of words with you. Lieutenant Rankin, in person. The honest man's friend. Granger. I figured you'd be here with this apology. Firm newsman. What's the matter, Jake? Look at this story in the paper. Did you give out a statement like that? Could be possible. What is this startling discovery? Are you withholding evidence in a murder case? It occurs to me, Lieutenant, that Steve is tossing around a little string hoping to catch something. Is that true, Granger? Uh huh. I hope the commissioner believes it because it's even hard for me to.

Lieutenant Rankin stomped off in surly fashion and I started calling rental services. I asked about a certain make of car. It was slow, tedious work. Finally I had a list of people who'd rented cars of that particular make the last day or so. I thanked Cal for the suggestion and went on to the Tangrove home. Yes, sir, My name is Granger. Like to speak with Mr. Tangrove. I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Tangrove is not at home. I see. You the butler? Yes, Sir. You found Mrs. Tangrove's body, didn't you? Yes, sir. And you didn't notice anybody else around this place? That day. Except the poly boys. That is correct, sir. I got a list of names here. I wonder if you'd go over it and tell me if you'd recognize any one of them. I'd be glad to, sir. Okay. Here, take a look. Robert French, James Curtis, Richard Dullard, Denin Vashley. I know him, sir. Who? Denon Vashley. He had been treating Mrs. Tengrove. Is he a doctor? I believe, sir, he refers to himself as a knockout therapist. What in the world is that? Well, I'm not quite certain, sir. It's some sort of mental treatment. Do you have his address? Of course, sir. Would you like it? I certainly would.

My hunch had paid off. Denon Vashley lived down on 8th Street, a block from the pool room and not far from police headquarters.

This would be another good time to see Lt. Rankin at his place of business. I wanted him to find out more about this Denon Vashley before I paid him a visit. I got out of a taxi and started hoofing it towards police headquarters. The streets were crowded with vehicles of all kinds. I turned around just in time to catch a look at a fast moving car. I hit the dirt like a baseball player sliding into third base.

All right, Granger, get up out of the gutter. Thank you, Lieutenant. Nice of you to pop along just now. I got a proud car chasing the man who shot at you. We'll find him. Don't worry. I hope you do, Lieutenant. Because I'm beginning to think he's the man who really killed Mrs. Tengrove. Doc, stop dreaming up things. Once and for all. I've got proof that Ronald Pauley killed Ms. Tango. Lab made a pattern test on Ronald Powley's hands. It definitely proves that he fired the gun. Now will you forget about the case? No. And for obvious reasons, Lieutenant, I've been shot at twice. It couldn't have been Ronald, Polly, because he's locked up. That doesn't mean a thing. I think it does. You haven't found the stolen jewelry either. Well, we are working on it. Look, Jake, do me two small favors, will you? Favors, huh? When you start talking like that, it usually means that I wind up with a worse headache than I got normally. What do you want? Check a guy named Denon Vashley. He's an occult therapist. That's a new one for the books. He lives at this address over on 8th Street. Find out just what an occult therapist does and what else. Let me talk to Ronald Crowley again.

Ronald, I want you to answer every question I ask you. If you tell the truth, I might be able to get you out of this mess. What do you want to know? The pool room where you met this strange man. You lied to me before. You've hung around there a lot, haven't you? Yeah.

You were working for the man who runs that pool room. You've kept right on stripping cars, haven't you? Well, I. Well, yeah. You're gonna have to tell that to the police, Ronald. But first, just what happened in that man's room? Did he just rinse out your eye? Well, no, no, it hurt like the dickens. I couldn't even let him get near it, so he said he'd give me a shot of some kind in the arm. That's all you remember? Yeah, that's all.

Well, Jake, what did you find out about Vashley? Or haven't you had time? I got a little information. According to his publicity, he relieves and get this mental distress through hypnotism. Why, thank you, Lieutenant. You've tied it all up in a nice package. See you later. What are you up to now? To bring in the person who really killed Mrs. Tangrove.

Rankin started fuming about my actions, but at last and very grudgingly gave me Denon Vashley's office address. I didn't go there first. Instead, I headed for Vashley's room in the corner apartment building on 8th Street.

Lashley wasn't around.

The place was barely furnished, and there was nothing suspicious until I got into the bathroom hamper. There I found a bath towel with a series of holes burned through had apparently been used to muffle the sound of a shot from a revolver that must have been placed in the hand of a hypnotized boy and fired. Result. A beautiful frame.

I took the booty back to Lieutenant Rankin at Homicide. He wasn't impressed. Uh, Granger, you'll have to bring in something more concrete than a towel that's been used to muffle a gunshot. At least bring in this guy Vashpi. Maybe you can snow him into making a false stop. No dice, gumshoe. Come back when you got something good. Thanks, Jake. That's one of the things that endears you to me. You're so helpful.

I left the lieutenant's office and headed for a phone booth.

Yes, Irene? Yes, Steve Granger. I think I got a lead on who really killed Mrs. Tangrove. Oh, you have? Yeah. You ever hear anything about a guy named Denon Vashley? V A S H L I Dan And Vashley. He's the guy who Fixed your brother's eye. Looks like he doped him, hypnotized him and took him out of the Tengrove place as a fall guy. Are you sure? Almost. I'm going over to Vashley's office now. Maybe I can talk him into making a break. I hope you can.

Denon Vashley's office was in midtown Manhattan and eight times as luxurious as the room he had down on 8th Street.

This was the anteroom, but no secretary graced the blond maple desk. I looked a little farther and saw a man who must have been vashly seated another desk in the main office. He was just finishing a phone conversation. Very well. Thank you for calling. Yes, I shall see you soon. Very soon. You wish to see me? I am Denon Vashti. Glad to meet you. Come in. Close the door. Sure. Now, Mr. Granger, put up your hands, please. Don't make a motion towards your gun. You know me? I have been very aware of you for some time. You're the guy who shot at me from the moving car a couple of times. You have saved me the trouble of looking you up again. Don't move. My guess must have been close to the truth.

You hypnotized the parley boy, huh? I don't mind telling you at all I did. You put the gun in the boy's hand, fired it into the towel. Then you took him to the Tangrove home, killed the old girl with the same gun, took the jewelry, got the gun back in the boy's hand and scrammed again. I don't mind telling you. Naturally. Nice work. It took weeks of planning. First, to get the combination of the safe. Second, to find a suitable sucker. Shall we call Ronald Pauli? Uh huh. Third, to put the plan into operation. You, Mr. Granger, came as an anti climax. However, I have a plan for you too. Please do not move. I have a needle here all prepared for you. I'm going to sleep too. Yes, and I hope your dreams are pleasant. This won't take long. Too long for me. Let golden gun. I'll break your rims. No, I won't. Not until I finish.

Well, friends, that's the story. I'll be back to wrap up the case in just a minute.

I don't like guys with hypodermic needles. And I grabbed for Denon Vashley's gun hand. The gun went off and the fake doctor fell with a bullet in his chest. I phoned for an Ambulance and Lt. Rankin. Then we searched for the 10 Grove jewelry. It was not around And Vashley wasn't in a talking mood. I suddenly remembered something and took the lieutenant with me on an errand. Only I went in alone. Granger, have you found out that Dan and Vashley did the killing? I did.

My brother. He's going free. He is? Oh, how can I ever thank you? By handing over the $30,000 worth of jewels, Irene. What? You were in the steal with Vashley. You framed your own brother into the shadow of the death chamber. You're insane. Uh, baby.

Vashley had just hung up the phone when I walked into his place. You had called him, warned him about me. You were the only person who knew where I was going. You hoped I'd get rid of him so you could keep the loot. Prove it. Then. Vashley will. When he recovers, he'll spot reams about you. Put up your hands. With pleasure. That's kind of a determined looking revolver. Move to one side. I'm leaving. Okay.

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Thanks.

[A]

Don't mention it. Now, now, Miss Holly, no language, please. Not that I mind, but the lieutenant just hates it.

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

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Welcome back. Granger's confrontation with Polly was right out of the Johnny Dollar book of diplomacy. With the allegations and the way the questions were asked. Once again, we've got a case where the criminal's biggest mistake is hiring Granger. This, I think, is probably the most inexplicable example of it, as she had everything. How she wanted it. And there was no reason for her to hire a private investigator. I mean, it's not even a social expectation that you would hire a PI for your siblings. Maybe if you got the money, it's expected you'd hire a lawyer, but there really was no point in this. I will say that having her set her brother up as the fall guy made sense because that would explain how he was chosen. Otherwise, they were just randomly picking someone. I also thought that there was a nice realistic reaction from Lt. Rankin, particularly on the news article and wondering if Granger was withholding evidence, which is the first thing I thought Granger was risking when he planted the story. Well, now we turn to listener comments and feedback, and we have a comment on Spotify regarding the invented husband. Mechanic 66 writes, the mother must have called the cops. Although I had a hard time with the audio, so I could be wrong. Well, I'm sorry about the audio difficulties. I don't think the mother called the police. In this case. They actually went down and identified the body, and she claimed that the dead man was her husband and she had been romantically involved with the man she actually wanted to marry. So it wouldn't have taken the police long to investigate. Okay, this guy was killed. She was romantically involved with another man. I don't think the mother actually ever found out because the wedding did go ahead. All right, well, thanks so much. Appreciate our Patreon Supporter of the Day. And I want to thank Lauren, patreon Supporter since September 2021, currently supporting the podcast at the Master detective level of $15 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Lauren. 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 will 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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The first question you want to see is.

Not to your mother.

She's offering a $5,000 reward.

Dear Ma, what I'm going to write now is how it happened. See what you can do with this, Ma, because I'm going crazy up here.

I believe your story, but I got to prove it.

If I can. Believe me. Not only for a story. Now, tell me, is there anything in your letter I ought to work on first? Yeah. The woman. What woman?

Where is she? I don't know. Maybe my.

What were you going to say? My girl, My wife. Come on, come on. I'm trying to help. I said skip it. Just find that woman. That's all I got no life anymore.

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Just I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to box Thirteenreatetectives.net Follow us on Twitter at radiodetectives and check us out on Instagram instagram.com greatdetectives From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham signing off.

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