Steve Granger (3:42)
I'm not dying in any cell. No, you'll be back, Skip, unless you change the way you're thinking. This is Steve Granger, private detective with a story about a guy who came out of the penitentiary and walked straight into trouble with me as his frontman. In just a moment, I'll take you back to one of my most interesting cases. This is Granger. It had been a pretty dull morning where clients were concerned. And I was getting tired of the view from my office window when my phone sang a very cute melody. It was Skip Landry who wanted to see me at his midtown apartment as soon as it was convenient. The price he mentioned for my services made it convenient immediately. Come in. Hiya, Granger. Hello, Skip. Come over and sit down. What'd you want to see me about, Skip? I just got out of the pen. Three years on a phony rap. Go on. I want you to get the people who framed me details, Skip. A lot of them. Yeah. Wait till I finish this. What are you doing? Playing a solitaire game called Patience. If you got me up here just to watch you play card games, I'll scram. Skip. You know why I got you up here? I want to be cleared. If I remember, you were convicted of robbery. Open and shut case. Yeah, they opened the cell door and shut me in for three years. You understand, Granger, I'm not quarreling with the court. The evidence was presented. The court had no other choice. That was three years ago. Won't be easy. How can you give me along the way of a lead? Nothing. I had no alibi. What'll you do now that you're out? Lay low until you find out things? I've got money in the bank now. How about it now? Drop down to Center Street. Maybe I can get a look at the transcript of your trial. If I feel you're on the level, I'll go along with you. Okay by me. That's probably my lawyer. Come in. Well, well, Skip. Nice to see you out in the open again. Thanks, Kirk, for everything you did. Don't mention it. My boy. You're fortunate you didn't get a longer term because of your gambling activities. I know. This is my attorney, Kirk Masters. Steve Granger, the private eye. I didn't know you two were friends. I knew him before. He's working for me. You don't need a detective. You need a job. I know what I'm doing. You get out of line, one step, they'll lock you up again. You're on parole, remember? Skip Landry nodded me on my way with a tight look around his eyes and mouth. I'd known him before his brush with the law. Known him as a gambler, but an honest one and a nice character. When I got to police headquarters, Lt. Hal Kramer looked at me in disgust. Granger, sometimes I think you're plain nuts. I'm trying hard to keep our personal feelings out of this, Hal. I'm working to Skip Landry. But I told you, I know all about his trial. Department had him dead to rights. They found part of the loot in his apartment. I know that, but how did the boys find out? A phone tip. Anonymous, of course. Naturally. Now, Lieutenant, wouldn't that make it look like a frame? We get lots of anonymous tips from people who want to. Want to stay anonymous. I know. Look, Lieutenant, how about helping me get a transcript of the trial? It'll take you two hours to read it, for which I'm grateful. Because it'll be interesting. Because it'll keep you out of my hair that long. Kramer got me a transcript of Skip Lantry's trial, and this time I felt like a man at a very dead, dead end. The testimony was all there. As iron clad as a matron's girdle. Lantry had even been tentatively identified by the janitor of the apartment building where the robbery had occurred. I jotted down his name and went out there. What do you want? My name is Granger. You're Alvin Friede, the janitor. Yeah. Three years ago you testified at the trial of Skip Lantry. What about it? You. You testified that you saw him or somebody who looked a lot like him come into the building here and go upstairs. Suppose he did. How positive are you that the man you saw was actually Skip Lantry? You expect me to remember something like that? That was three years ago. I'll go a step farther with you. If I brought Lantry out here, could you still identify him? I don't know. Okay, Freddie, hang around. I'll bring him out. We'll see how good your memory is. I'll continue with this interesting story in a minute. There was something about the face of that janitor, Alvin Friedy. That I didn't like much. But that didn't actually prove he was lying. I made for a drugstore and called Lieutenant Kramer. I asked him to check on the janitor for me. And then I grabbed some transportation and went back to Skip Lantry's apartment. Why did you find out, Granger? I checked the testimony of your trial boy. They had you dead to rights, I know. Say, about that janitor at the building. You looked a little suspicious to me. Meaning what? If somebody really tried to frame you, they could have pulled the robbery, then fed the janitor a few bucks to say he sort of recognized you. It could be. I think I'll get an investigator friend of mine to Tailem. Hey, I've got somebody who'll help you. A little dame named Phyllis Preston. Oh, no, not a lady detective. Yeah, we used to live in the same block when we were kids. Look her up. She's in the book. I better get out of here. Hang around a second. I know who it is.