Danger With Grainger: Out of Jail for Christmas (EP4871)

Summary

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The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio

Danger With Grainger: "Out of Jail for Christmas" (EP4871)

Original air date: December 22, 2025
Host: Adam Graham
Main theme: A holiday-themed private eye mystery about a cabbie framed for burglary, with Steve Granger racing to free him in time for Christmas.

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Episode Overview

In this festive episode of Danger With Grainger, private detective Steve Granger finds himself drawn into a case with high holiday stakes: helping a young boy's father, cab driver Frankie Smith, who’s been framed for burglary and jailed just before Christmas. As Granger follows a twisting trail involving crime syndicates, frame jobs, and a femme fatale, he’s determined to deliver the best present a kid could hope for—getting his dad home for Christmas. The episode expertly blends classic detective action with a touch of seasonal sentimentality.

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Key Discussion Points & Plot Breakdown

1. The Setup: A Frame Job Before Christmas

• Frankie Smith, taxi driver and key witness against a gambling syndicate, refuses police protection after helping the city (03:14).
  • Quote:
    "Listen, I've been driving a hack around this town for years. I can take care of myself, see?" —Frankie Smith (03:38)
• Frankie is grabbed by thugs, foreshadowing his imminent trouble.
• Granger narrates how the case blends “Christmas and a cunning frame up," setting the tone for a holiday mystery (04:10).

2. The Plea for Help

• Frankie’s young son, also named Frankie, visits Granger to ask for help (05:17).
  • Quote:
    "He’s in jail. Frankie in jail? I can’t believe that. What did he do?" —Granger and Frankie Jr. (05:34)
• Frankie Sr. is accused of a serious burglary, but both his son and Granger are sure he's been framed.
• Granger visits Frankie Sr. in jail; Frankie explains he was knocked out, woke up in a strange woman’s apartment accused of theft, and that evidence was planted (06:14).

3. A Wall of Refusals

• Granger tries to arrange bail, but all bond brokers—including Ralph Hendon—refuse, hinting at syndicate pressure (07:28).
  • Quote:
    "There’s some I don’t take. Frankie Smith is one." —Ralph Hendon (07:46)
• The police and bail system are both “dead ends.”

4. Investigation: Finding the Real Culprits

• With the help of reporter Cal Hendricks, Granger narrows the lead to a woman named Leela Rand (09:17).
• Granger encounters Frankie Jr. attempting illegal entry at Rand's apartment—driven by desperation (10:05).
  • Memorable exchange:
    "Gee, Mr. Granger, I was trying to get in... I just wanted to look around." —Frankie Jr. (10:05)
• Granger interviews Leela Rand, drinks, and is drugged by her in classic femme fatale style (11:13–12:56).

5. Granger's Close Call & New Leads

• Granger wakes, tied up, only to be rescued by Frankie Jr. (13:15–14:25).
• With Cal’s help, Granger seeks out Michael Fless, a retired gambler wronged by the syndicate, for inside info (16:24).
  • “You play it straight or play it dead.” —Fless (17:05)
• Next lead: Louis Brill, whose intel points to a warehouse storing the syndicate's records and ties Leela Rand directly to the crimes.

6. Closing In

• Granger gathers physical evidence: Frankie identifies his assailant from a mugshot—a resident of Rand's building (18:36).
• Granger and Cal ambush the thug and overhear gangster dialogue implicating Rand and head mobster Pell Strader (19:49).

7. The Climax: The Warehouse & Hostage Exchange

• At the warehouse, Granger and Cal find incriminating syndicate records and Leela Rand’s signature (22:27).
  • Quote:
    “Records of gambling—takes, operations… Look at this. Le Rand’s signature. We’ve got her, too.” —Granger (23:05)
• Granger is called by Leela, who reveals she’s holding Frankie Jr. hostage in exchange for the records (23:42).
• Final confrontation at Rand’s real apartment; after a tense standoff, Cal Hendricks arrives in time, shoots Strader, and both villains are arrested (24:50).

8. Resolution: Christmas Restored

• Frankie Smith is released—just in time for Christmas morning (25:45).
• Heartwarming closing: Frankie Jr. gifts his dad $50 in pennies for his cab license renewal (25:53).
  • Memorable moment:
    “No, he always forgets to save for his cab license—so this year I did it for him. There’s $50 worth of pennies in that package.” —Frankie Jr. (25:56)

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

| Timestamp | Quote | Speaker | |-----------|---------------------------------------------------------------------------------|-------------------| | 03:38 | "Listen, I've been driving a hack around this town for years. I can take care of myself, see?" | Frankie Smith | | 05:34 | “He’s in jail. Frankie in jail? I can’t believe that. What did he do?” | Granger & Frankie Jr.| | 07:46 | "There’s some I don’t take. Frankie Smith is one." | Ralph Hendon | | 10:05 | "Gee, Mr. Granger, I was trying to get in... I just wanted to look around." | Frankie Jr. | | 12:31 | "Delicious. Kind of strong, but..." | Granger | | 13:53 | "Oh, gee, Mr. Granger, did you let a woman tie you up?" | Frankie Jr. | | 17:05 | "You play it straight or play it dead." | Michael Fless | | 23:05 | "Records of gambling—takes, operations… Look at this. Le Rand’s signature. We’ve got her, too." | Granger | | 25:56 | "There’s $50 worth of pennies in that package." | Frankie Jr. |

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Important Segment Timestamps

• 03:14 — Frankie Smith is warned about gangster reprisals.
• 05:17 – 06:07 — Frankie Jr. seeks Granger’s help: the family background and the charge revealed.
• 07:28 – 08:45 — Granger denied bail help; indication of corruption.
• 09:15 – 12:56 — Interview with Leela Rand; Granger is drugged during investigation.
• 13:15 – 14:25 — Frankie Jr. helps Granger escape.
• 16:24 – 17:05 — Encounter with Michael Fless, syndicate info.
• 18:36 – 19:53 — Identifying the true assailant; syndicate’s operational details.
• 22:27 – 23:05 — Finding the syndicate records.
• 23:42 – 24:16 — Leela’s ultimatum: the hostage exchange.
• 24:50 – 25:45 — Climax and resolution; Frankie Smith goes free.
• 25:53 – 26:05 — Christmas present exchanged; heartwarming ending.

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Host Commentary

Adam Graham calls it:

"A very simple, enjoyable tale. At Christmas, with Granger delivering a kid's best present, his dad. It’s not deep at all—just a typical Granger case." (26:45)

He also playfully questions Leela Rand’s need to drug Granger:

"I mean, was she trying to fulfill something that's in the Femme Fatale Union contract?" (26:55)

Final Thoughts

Graham notes minor quirks, like character name similarities for old-time radio fans, but emphasizes the episode’s heart and classic appeal—stressing that Granger’s determination to reunite father and son captures the Christmas spirit.

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Summary

"Out of Jail for Christmas" is a classic holiday detective story, mixing a taut mystery with warmth and wit. Steve Granger follows leads from smoky apartments to syndicate hideouts, survives being drugged, and outsmarts crooked operators to solve the frame. The emotional payoff—seeing a father freed and a kid’s Christmas wish granted—makes this a seasonal standout in the Great Detectives lineup.

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Transcript

[A]

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[B]

Danger with Granger. Mr. Smith, you have helped us immeasurably. The city is extremely grateful. It was nothing. You right. I just don't go for hoodlums, that's all. Nevertheless, without your testimony to help the district attorney, the kingpin of this gambling group would never be brought to trial. Anytime you need me, I'll be around. That brings up another matter. Smith, the district attorney and I feel that you should have a bodyguard. Listen, I've been driving a hack around this town for years. I can take care of myself, see? Very well, if you insist. But be careful. There are powerful figures in the underworld who will stop at nothing to discredit you. Yeah, Discredit me. This the old boy? Me, Frankie Smith. Scared of a hoodlum. That's for laughs. Hey, in my hack, I lift a park right here, Frankie. Yeah, what do you want? We have to move your hackets around the corner. Hey, what gives here? A bullet. Where? You won't like it. Come on, move. Who are you? All right, get in the back seat. You're not gonna get away with this, you know. That's what you think. No. We got plans for you, little man. This is Steve Granger, private detective with a story that blends Christmas and a cunning frame up and had me playing a kind of private eyes. Santa Claus for New York. Hackey's Kid. In just a moment, I'll take you back to one of my most interesting cases. This is Granger. It was pretty near Christmas, a time which is usually quiet for guys in my line of business. I was sitting in my office sending out a few belated cards when the door opened and the boy walked in.

[C]

Are you Steve Granger?

[B]

Yeah. What can I do for you, sonny? Some big important job maybe?

[C]

My name is Frankie Smith.

[B]

Well, the only Frankie Smith I know is a cab driver. Been a friend of mine for years.

[C]

That's my pop. I was named after him. That's why I came to see you. He's in bad trouble.

[B]

What?

[C]

He's in jail.

[B]

Frankie in jail? I can't believe that. What did he do?

[C]

He didn't do anything. But somebody said he did and now he's in jail. It doesn't look like he can get out for Christmas, so I thought maybe you could help.

[B]

I'll do anything I can, Frankie, but watch your dad accused of burglary in.

[C]

The first degree is what the cops say. But he didn't, I tell you. And you gotta get him out for Christmas. Pop's the only one I got in the world.

[B]

This was the first I ever knew of Frankie Smith having any sort of family, much less a. The boy told me where the cab driver was being held. I went down. Had a lot of trouble getting in to see him, but finally made the grave. Granger, you were sight for sore eyes. And have I got sore eyes? How come you're in the Bastille. Frankie, how come you knew I was here? Your son came down to see me once. You had? For Christmas. Hey, I might have known it. Chip off the old block. That kid Granger. I am the recipient of a frame. I've been carefully matted, framed in birch, and now I'm about to be hung on the wall. Those are a lot of words, but no sense, chum. Just say something. Yesterday I walked out of City hall, right smack into a smack over the head. I go out cold. When I come to, I'm in some doll's apartment. She is yelling thief at me. The cop shows up, and I wind up here. Sounds like the old framer, all right. They play it even safer. On the floor is the dame's fur coat. In a paper sack is the doll's jewelry. Downstairs in my hack, the cop finds some stuff that's been stolen from other spots around town. Wonder why they didn't just knock you off. I wonder, too, in a sort of grateful way, of course. This will completely discredit any testimony you gave against the gambling syndicate. When it's over and they're free, I wind up on the east river wearing concrete overshoes. I know what you mean. In any city, there are bail bond brokers. In big cities like New York, there are hundreds. But always there is one main guy. This one was named Ralph Hendon. I went to see him. What's on your mind, Granger? One of your clients get in the clink because of a mistake? No, Ralph, nothing like that. There's a hackie locked up on a burglary wrap. He's innocent. I'd like to spring him for Christmas. This kid wants him. You're talking about Frankie Smith? His kid's been here already. What's that mean? No dice. Why not? Granger? I'm a bail bond broker. I take risks. There's some I don't take. Frankie Smith has won. So he's dead. Also, you're wrong about him. He's guilty. The big boys telephone you and hand you the word. Is that why you won't go bail for Frankie? I'm very busy, Granger. Right now. You're very busy. Being a rat, that isn't gonna help you. Thanks for nothing. Oh, one more thing, Granger. Yeah? None of the other boys will go bail either. I went from office to office and got the same answer. Sorry, no bail for Frankie Smith. I wanted the police version of Frankie's supposed robbery. Managed to worm it out of an embarrassed robbery detail man. Then I headed for My pal, Cal Hendricks. Cal knew and liked Frankie Smith. Also, as a newspaper man, he had saucers. I hoped he had one now. Hiya, Stevie. Why so nonplussed? Frankie Smith is in jail on a framed burglary. Rabbit. That doesn't make him worth much to that investigation, does it? No, I think that's why the frame was made. Frankie didn't have an enemy in the world. I want him out for the kids Christmas. What about bail? No soap, Cal. You see, the police have him dead to rights. This. This woman says she walked into her apartment. She saw Frankie rifling a joint. She went downstairs, got a carpool, made the pinch. Who is the woman? I got the name here.

[C]

It's.

[B]

Lela rand. Lives on 50th Street. Have you talked to him? No. Well, why don't you and let me make a few calls to find out if there isn't some way we can spring Frankie for Christmas. I watched the holiday crowd, most of them loaded down with packages and smiles. And thought of two people who might not smile. The 25th. A small boy in a lonesome apartment. A cab driver, prisoner in a solitary cell downtown. This was the address on 50th street where Lela Rand lived. The apartment was on the third floor. I walked up, I reached the third floor and moved towards the Rand. A woman's apartment. I saw a slight figure at the door and moved a little faster. Frankie, what are you trying to do to that lock?

[C]

Gee, Mr. Granger, I was trying to get in.

[B]

Don't you know that's against the law? You want to join your father in jail?

[C]

Oh, gosh, I just wanted to get.

[A]

In and look around.

[B]

Okay, okay. Now beat it. Don't get any more ideas like that. Suppose Lila Rand caught you.

[C]

I wouldn't care.

[B]

Your father would.

[C]

Yeah. Yeah, you're right, Mr. Granger.

[B]

Hey, somebody's coming. Come on. Now, stay out of sight and don't say anything.

[C]

Okay. Is that the woman?

[A]

Quiet.

[B]

She's stopping at the apartment. She must be. Leela ran.

[C]

Are you going to talk to her?

[B]

In a few minutes. Now you walk downstairs and go home and stay there. I waited a few minutes, then moved to the door of Le Rand's apartment.

[C]

Yes, what is it?

[B]

I'm Steve Granger. Are you Leela Rand?

[A]

I am.

[B]

I'd like to talk to you about that robbery that took place up here. Ms. Rand, the arrested man is an old friend of mine.

[C]

Oh, come in.

[B]

I thank you. I wonder if you'd mind telling me what happened up here.

[C]

Oh, not at all it was yesterday. I'd been shopping. The Christmas thing.

[B]

Let me see.

[C]

I came home. I unlocked the door and felt a present. You know how women are.

[B]

You saw him distinctly.

[C]

He was going through that desk there in the middle of this room. He'd piled my mink coat and a paper sack containing some jewelry. I closed the door very softly, went down the hall and rang for the elevator. I rode downstairs and had the doorman get a police officer.

[B]

Tell me one thing. That Smith seemed to be dazed, you know, sort of not quite himself.

[C]

I know. I don't think so.

[B]

I see. Well, sorry I bothered you, Ms. Rand.

[C]

Oh, not at all. Oh, and I've not been a very good hostess. Would you like a drink before you go? I have some excellent scotch.

[B]

Well, thanks.

[C]

Holiday spirits, you know. Won't take a minute.

[B]

I watched Lila Rand move towards a typical apartment bar. Stuck in one corner. She stood with her back to me. She got out the ingredients, plus some ice, mixed the highball and came back.

[C]

Here you are, Mr. Granger. I hope you like soda.

[B]

I do, yes. Thanks.

[C]

A toast to your success.

[B]

I'll drink to it, but I'm afraid I'm at a dead end. Cheers. Just to say cheers.

[C]

How was it, Mr. Granger?

[B]

Delicious. Kind of strong, but.

[C]

Mr. Granger, what's wrong? You look like you. You don't feel so good.

[B]

No, I'm all right. I'm just gonna get some air.

[C]

Mr. Granger, why don't you lie down for me?

[B]

I gotta. I gotta go. I gotta. Gotta get out of here.

[C]

Oh, no, Mr. Granger. You can't go now. You're too tired. You're sleepy. Why don't you let me get a pillow for you and rest your head?

[B]

Let go. I gotta get out of here, dear.

[C]

Lie down, Mr. Granger. Lie down like a good little boy. Sleep, Mr. Granger. Sleep.

[B]

I'll continue with this interesting story in a minute. I don't remember anything after Lera ran telling me to stop. When I came back alive. There was a taste like bear fur in my mouth and my head was aching from every angle. I tried to sit up and found I couldn't move my hands. They'd been tied firmly behind my back and my feet were laced together, too. Then I heard the noise at the door, scratching as though someone was trying to break in. I hopped towards it. Who's there?

[C]

Is that you, Mr. Granger?

[B]

Frankie, open the door.

[C]

Mr. Granger.

[B]

Just a minute. Let me see if I can do it. I'll just turn my back and see if I Can reach the knob with my fingers. I nearly got it.

[C]

Find harder, Mr. Pilgrim.

[B]

I got it. Now, if only I can. My lock's in, kid. The door wasn't locked.

[C]

Oh, gee, Mr. Granger, did you let a woman tie you up?

[B]

I certainly did. Undo me, will you, kid?

[C]

There. Yeah, I got your hands free.

[B]

Thanks, son. Unless I owe you something.

[C]

Well, you know I didn't like that Mrs. Ranch.

[B]

I'll go along with that, Frankie. There, I got the feet free. Now let's get out of here.

[C]

But aren't you going to look around? Isn't that why you wanted to get in here, too?

[B]

Frankie, we're up against a very smart bunch of crooks. They don't let things lay around for private eyes to find. I escorted Frankie's son to his apartment, told him to stay there for the second time and called Cal Hendricks. I told him what had been happening to me and asked if he'd got anywhere with his investigations. There's one person might help you. A former gambler. The syndicate broke him. Yeah? Where do I find him? He's retired. He lives in New Rochelle. I'll give you his address. Thanks. And be careful of him. He was double cross once and almost cost him his life. So what? The double cross was set up by a private detective. Cal gave me the character's name, Michael Fless. The address was an apartment house in New Rochelle. I grabbed a train and went there. It took under an hour to get to the suburban city. Michael Fless lived in a building as circumspect as a Bible class. Hello. You're Michael Fless. I'm Steve Granger. The private eye, huh? A hack driver has been framed in New York as fixed without bail. Not interested, Granger. You will be when I tell you that the syndicate did the job. Hell, straight. It could be if he's the head, like the law thinks he is. There's a dame mixed up in it named Leela Rand. She Mickeyed me. She's a snake. She helped get me. I want that cab driver out for Christmas. Tomorrow's the last day. Can you help me? Yeah. There's a character hangs around a nice spot on 23rd Street. His name is Louis Brilliant. He's my eye. He's been getting things together. Maybe this might be a good a time to get even. It would. The law would be on your side, Ranger. What if I help? The law is out until it's over, understand? Okay. And you play it straight or play it dead. Mr. Fles was not fooling. And there was about as much Christmas spirit in his pale blue eyes as there is in an Eskimo who's been locked out of his igloo. I wasn't kidding myself that this was a friendly character, but at least he looked like providing me with a little ammunition, even if it might backfire on me. In just a moment, I'll bring you the climax of the case. I left Michael Fless and made my way back to Manhattan. With him helping me along, I felt a bit more helpful in my fight for Frankie Smith. Even the trees placed in the windows along the Great White Way looked a little greener. They moved down towards the 23rd street spot occupied by the mysterious Louis Brill. When I found him, Mr. Brill wasn't too pleasant. I don't know if Flis is playing it right or not. Must have forgotten about that other private eye. What do you want? What if he got on Peril Strader in his crowd? I found out where the records of the syndicate are hidden. Old loft building downtown on Water street, half block from Pier 7. Any name on it? Far Eastern Warehouse Company. Dummy outfit set up by Strader. You know a dame named Leela Rand has an apartment on 50th Street? Sure. She's straight as girl. She's been in on a million frames. Used that apartment for just that purpose where she really lived, at 3478 East 34th Street. Under her own name. Yeah. One more thing. A cabbie named Frankie Smith was framed for her burglary job. The Rand woman's 50th street address. He described a mug that slugged him. Who would some of Straighter's men be? Look over there. Third table on the inside. See that guy wearing a tan top coat? He might be the guy. If he's not, he's the real slugger's boss. I started back uptown when I left the 23rd street joint, but changed my mind and went down to police headquarters. In the Identification Bureau, I came across the picture of the man Brill had pointed out to me. He had a record longer than an ape's arm. Five minutes later, I was shown at a Frankie Smith cell. Well, well. Welcome to my humble abode, Granger. Frankie, I think we've come up with something, but I want you to look at this picture first. You recognize him? Yeah. He's a character who slugged me the other day. He? Positive. Would you swear to that identification on a witness stand? With much emphasis and complete confidence. I took the picture back to the Identification Bureau. Got a report on the hoodlum's present address with it received a shock. He lived in the Same building on 50th street as Leela Rand's hangout. I headed straight for Cal Hendricks, home base. Told him what I'd found out. Maybe we could get to that hoodlum and sweat him a little. If he confessed, Frankie Smith would go free. Then we could stick the DA's office into PAL strata syndicate records. And make it up to Fles and you, Rochelle. Good idea. But I think we ought to get to the records first. Would that be playing it square with Frankie? He still wouldn't get out of that burglary charge. Yeah, that's right. Let's pay this hoodlum a visit first. His apartment is right next to the one Leela Rand uses. Smart setup for that gang anytime they had a frame to pull. Yeah. Hey, the door's opening. Quick, back around the corner.

[C]

Okay, now we're leaving. But don't forget, Steve Granger will get you if you don't get him.

[B]

Don't worry. He'll be lost by morning. You have a planned future. Quiet.

[C]

Call us when you're finished with him.

[B]

Right. Come on, Leela. Let's get going. Recognize the man with the Randolph? Cal Strater. Yeah, I know. Listen, Cal, you follow them, Find out where they go. I'll handle this myself. Okay. Meet you at your place out in front. Right. I walk down. Who's that? Strider. I forgot something.

[C]

Hey, you ain't.

[B]

Get in there. Get up those hands and keep them up. What are you trying to pull? I'm Steve Granger. Does that mean anything to you?

[C]

No.

[B]

Then it doesn't mean anything that I heard Leran tell you to get rid of me either. She was only fooling. Like you were fooling when you slugged Frankie Smith and then framed him for burglary? I don't know anything. Frankie can identify you, buster. I'm gonna take you downtown and you can tell the cops your story. If they believe it. Now, wait a minute. Get your hat. We're paying a call on police headquarters. As I spoke, the door behind me was pushed open. And two shots sang in the room. The hoodlum fell to the floor, mortally wounded and pulling me with him. When I got back to my feet, enough time had passed for the assailant to get to the Bronx. I found one thing. A key in the door. I wrapped up my handkerchief, hoping for fingerprints. Just to check. I went down into the main hallway of the building. And found Cal Hendricks just sitting up on the floor. Oh, my heck. What happened to you, Cal oh, they must have got wise to me. I came down the steps around the corner and blam, I caught it. They must have smelled something when they saw you. They got you out of the way and they went back upstairs, unlocked the door and shot the handyman. Oh, that's great. Did you get anything out of it? Yeah, it won't do any good now he's dead. I don't think any statement I'd make would stand up. Why'd that? Yeah, here comes a homicide crew with a handful of questions. After that, when I go down to the police lab, I got a key with fingerprints, I hope. We told the homicide men our story. They promised to get out a pickup on Pell Strader and Lila Rand. A pickup? That wouldn't do much good because they'd obviously alibi themselves. Then we went to the police lab. We got an interesting report. Well, Steve, what the lab boys tell you? The key had the print of a thumb and forefinger Cow. Good, good. Better than you think. The prints are those of a woman's. Lee Loren. Who else is? Now all we need is a paraffin test done on Strader and Lee Loren. Then we'll know which one shot their mug pal. And maybe Frankie Smith will be out for Christmas if the police pick up that pair. You and I won't wait for that, old boy. No, we're going down to that warehouse and get the syndicate records. That way we can force their hand. Nice night for a murder. He cut that out. Place is right ahead. See the sign? Far Eastern? Yep. How you going to get in? There's the door. Oh. Can't wait for somebody to unlock it for us. Grab onto the knob. There you are, Mr. Hendricks. Close it. Where do we start? I can make out what looks like an office over there. Here we are. There's a light cord. Want me to pull it? What do we got to lose? Two filing cases. Yeah. Find anything? Take a look. Records of gambling. Takes operations of different places. Spread the signature all over everything. Yeah. Look at this. Le Rand's signature. We've got her, too. If you can only get Frankie Smith out of the clink. What about that? I don't know. Want to answer? Why not? Yep. Don't bother to disguise your voice.

[C]

Granger.

[B]

Mrs. Leran. What do you want?

[C]

I want you to leave those rickets alone. If you do, Frankie Smith's son will be free in an hour.

[B]

You've got him. Just a minute.

[C]

Gee, Mr. Granger. I unlocked the door and he grabbed me. Heard enough, Granger?

[B]

Yeah. I'll do as you ask. I told Cal what had happened, and we agreed that I would be in my office in an hour. But first, he and I went uptown to the 34th street building where Leela Rand really lived. I left Cal behind with instructions to wait five minutes and then come up.

[C]

Come in, Granger, with your hands in sight.

[B]

You were waiting for me, huh? Certainly.

[C]

I've had a man on you ever since you got away from my little plan. I know every move you've made.

[B]

Now what?

[C]

You've got to go.

[B]

Just like you shot your mug helper?

[C]

Why not?

[B]

Where's Trader?

[C]

In the kitchen. He'll be out in a second.

[B]

All right, give me that gun. Get out of here, Frankie.

[C]

Get out of here.

[B]

Christmas. No, you drop it straighter.

[A]

You.

[B]

Well, friends, that's the story. I'll be back to wrap up the case in just a minute. Al Hendricks had crashed through the door. And when Pell Strader turned on him, the newspaper man lifted him through the shoulder. We took them both down to headquarters, told our story and saw Frankie Smith released from custody. It was five in the morning. The next time we met was in Frankie Smith's apartment. Say, you and Cal certainly make a good team, Granger. I had a lot of lucky breaks. Oh, by the way, the police paraffin stranger and Lelo ran. That charming lady is going up for murder. She shot the guy who assaulted me, huh? She certainly did. It looks like she was even straight as, boss. Straighter's in deep, too. Those syndicate records, plus the bail bond brokers yelling have got him. But hot. Plenty hot. At least we did what Steve set out to. We got you out for Christmas Eve.

[C]

Hi, fellas.

[B]

Hello, little man. Hey, what are you carrying in the package?

[C]

My Christmas present to my pop. I decided to give it to him now.

[B]

Holy smoke. What are you giving him, 20 pounds of lead?

[C]

No, he always forgets to save for his cab license. So this year I did it for him. There's $50 worth of pennies in that package.

[B]

Well, how do you like that? I'll tell you, Frankie, that was my son. I like it fine. Steve Granger again. You've just heard one of the most interesting cases in my files. And I'll have another one for you, so be around next time. Vrbo's Last Minute deals make chasing fresh mountain powder incredibly easy. With thousands of homes close to the slopes, you can get epic pow. Freshies, first tracks and more. Find last minute deals with the last minute filter on the app. Book a private vacation rental. Now@vrbo, dot com.

[A]

Welcome back. Overall, a decent episode. It's not deep at all. There's no searching through The Chronicles of 10th Century Bohemian Kings. It's just a typical Granger case. But at Christmas, with Granger delivering a kid's best present, his dad. A very simple, enjoyable tale. I will say that it was a little weird that Lela Rann bothered to drug Granger. She wasn't trying to kill him and he was leaving anyway. I mean, was she trying to fulfill something that's in the Femme Fatale Union contract? Also, for Old Time Radio fans, I think her name was way too close to the name of Leila Ransom, the on and again off again girlfriend of the great Yelder slave. But other than that, a decent Granger episode. Well, now it is time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to go ahead and thank Greg Patreon supporter since April of 2020. Currently supporting the podcast at the Psalmist level of $4 or more per month. That will do it for today. Our Christmas programming continues on other podcasts on the Old Time Radio Snack Wagon. Our Christmas episode is posted tomorrow. We'll have our final amazing World of Radio Christmas special. We will be back in three weeks with another episode of Danger with Granger with encores the next two weeks. But join us back here tomorrow for a non holiday related episode of the Big Story where Any identification on the.

[B]

Dead man yet, Hodge?

[A]

Mm.

[B]

It's a garage mechanic named Carl Andrews. Anything else? What do you mean? Any more information I can use for a story? Look, Wilson, according to everything I read, newspaper reporters and private detectives are real bright guys. They always capture the criminal single handed. Professional cops, just a dope. Wouldn't know a clue if he saw one. So why don't you get your own information? Frankly, I wouldn't know how. I've never captured a criminal in my life. You probably think you'd. I know very well.

[A]

I couldn't. I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to Box 13@Great Detectives.net follow us on Twitter at Radio Detectives and check us out on Instagram. Instagram.com Great detectives from Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham signing off.

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