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Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to hear is true.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
You're a detective sergeant.
You're assigned to homicide detail.
A nightclub manager has been robbed and killed.
The killers made good their escape.
Their identity is unknown.
Your job, get them.
Dragnet, the documented drama of an actual crime.
For the next 30 minutes in cooperation with the Los Angeles Police Department, you will
travel step by step on the side of the law through an actual case transcribed from official
police files.
From beginning to end, from crime to punishment, Dragnet is the story of your police force
in action.
Was Wednesday April 7th.
It was warm in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out a homicide detail.
My partner is Frank Smith.
The boss is Thad Brown, chief of detectives.
My name is Friday.
I was on the way back from R&I and it was 1.46 p.m. when I got the interrogation.
Find anything?
No, they're checking it now.
Mr. Seaton?
Yes, Sergeant.
I wonder if you'd mind going over all that happened just once more.
You might have forgotten something, some little thing that might help us here.
All right.
Where do you want me to start?
Where I came in this morning?
Yeah, that'll be fine.
Well, I came into work about 8.30.
Is that the time you usually get there?
Yes, sir.
It depends what time I catch my bus.
Usually it's about then, though.
Was Mr. Kelby there then?
Yeah, he usually gets in around 8 or so, comes in, looks the place over.
You know, checks the register, liquor supply in the bar, stuff like that.
Then he goes to his office to count the money for the night before he gets the deposit slip
ready for the bank.
That's what he was doing this morning when they came in.
You see him come in?
Yeah, I was in the kitchen when those two men came in.
First I thought they were salesmen.
Both of them were dressed kind of nice.
A lot of salesmen come in to see Kelby that time in the morning.
I didn't figure anything was wrong.
Did they say anything to you, these men?
Well, no, not at first.
They just stood there looking the place over.
I went on peeling my potatoes.
Then I heard one of them say that he guessed they might as well get it over with, and that's
when they pulled the guns and told me it was a stickup.
Go ahead.
Well, first, I didn't know quite what to do.
I asked if they was kidding not to pull jokes like that.
I told them if it was a joke, it wasn't very funny.
Then the big one came over and told me to keep my mouth shut, told me it wasn't any
joke.
And if I made a sound, they'd just soon blow my head off and look at me.
Well, you just know I wasn't about to cause any trouble.
Did Mr. Kelby know they were in the place?
No, not then.
You see, he keeps the door to his office closed when he's counting the money, and I thought
about yelling to him.
But then when I looked at those two guys, I thought about what they'd said about killing
me.
I decided not to.
What did these men do then?
The tall one walked over to the door of Mr. Kelby's office and knocked on the door, and
Mr. Kelby said for him to come in.
They opened the door and walked in.
He saw the guns, asked them what they wanted, told them they'd better get out of there with
those guns and not to cause any trouble.
The little one laughed at him and said they wanted the money and that Kelby was the one
who shouldn't cause any trouble.
I see.
Go ahead.
The little one started to pick up the money and stuff in his pockets, and Mr. Kelby told
them they better leave it alone.
He had friends to take care of him, and the two of them said something they couldn't hear.
The little one told Kelby that his friends wouldn't do him any good.
That's when they shot him.
Which one actually shot him?
Oh, the little one.
He's the one who said that thing about the friends.
Well, did you try to do anything to help Kelby while all this was going on?
Why could I do?
I told you what those guys said.
Kelby wanted to be a hero, saved the money.
Fine.
It wasn't his money.
It was his friends' money.
Look, I tell you, Sergeant, money isn't worth that much.
They nail you into that box and they don't throw a bank book in.
Those guys told me to stay put.
I stayed put.
What did these two fellas do after they shot Kelby?
Well, the big one was real surprised, like he didn't know the little one was going to
do it.
Yelled at him.
He was a fool.
Said he was a stupid fool.
Those were his exact words.
And the little guy finished getting all the money and then they ran out.
Well, I'll tell you, I was scared to death they were going to kill me too.
Looked like it for a minute too.
How do you mean?
Well, when they ran through the kitchen of the back door, the little one stopped and
asked what they were going to do about me.
I thought, sure, my number was up.
Big one said not to make it any worse to leave me alone.
Then they ran out of the place.
Boy, that's when I call the cops and those other guys out there in the car.
And then you came.
And the rest you know.
Now, you're sure that you've never seen any one of these men before?
Oh, sir, I'm pretty sure I haven't.
I wonder if you can give us some kind of a description on these two men.
Yeah, Big one was about six feet two, maybe three.
Weighed about 180, 200.
Dark.
Black, curly hair.
Anything special about him, the way he talked, any scars, anything like that?
No, nothing.
How was he dressed?
Can't remember.
Yeah, he had on a gray suit.
Glen clad had kind of red in it, you know.
The suit looked expensive.
He had black shoes, maroon tie.
How about the smaller one?
What did he look like?
Oh, he was a little one.
Five, six or seven.
130, 35 pounds.
He was dark too.
Black hair.
Cut real short.
How about his clothes?
Oh, had on a blue suit.
Looked like a Gavardine.
Single breasted, light blue.
Had on a yellow shirt and dark blue tie.
Would you know if there were any marks or scars on him?
Oh, yeah.
He had a little tiny scar right here on the edge of his mouth.
Made him look like he was smiling all the time.
Well, these are very good descriptions, Mr. Seedling.
They're going to help us a lot here.
Yeah, well, like I said, I wasn't about to be a hero and try to stop these two, but I
knew that you'd want to know what they looked like, so I tried to get all the dope I could.
We understand.
But I'm wondering the holdup, did either of these men use any names?
What do I call the other by a name?
Anything like that?
Oh, let me think about that.
Yeah, yeah, there was something.
While they were in the office, while a little guy was picking up the money, the big one
said, hurry up, Deuce.
Yeah, he called him Deuce.
That was a smaller one?
Uh-huh, that's right, Deuce.
Joe.
Yeah.
I'll ask the Stats Office to make a run on the descriptions and MO for us.
Check the oddity and the Monaco file in the R&I office and see if they can come up with
a Deuce or anything on the scar.
Okay, fine, fine, thanks a lot.
Hey, uh, you got a cigarette, Sergeant?
Yeah, there you go.
Thanks.
How about a match?
Sure.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Yeah, it's a terrible thing, you know, Kelby being shot, I'll probably lose my job.
How's that?
I'll probably lose my job.
The owners will figure, sure, I should have tried to stop those guys.
Well, those are the breaks.
He said that when these men came in, the door to the manager's office was closed, is that
right?
Oh, yes, sir.
Mr. Kelby always kept it closed when he counted the money, just like I said.
Uh-huh.
Well, it looks like the men knew that Kelby would be checking the money at that time,
doesn't it?
That they knew the layout of the place when they came in.
Yeah, you know, I never thought of that.
By gosh, that's what must have happened.
They sure seemed to know what was going on.
Anybody else that was usually around at that time, would you know?
Anybody that might have known that the manager worked the accounts at that particular time?
No, there's nobody else around.
But I don't think that Mr. Kelby kept it a secret about the money.
Was Kelby conscious at all after we shot?
Do you remember that?
Not more than a minute.
I ran over to him right after the men left.
I wanted to see if I could help, you know.
Okay.
Yeah, he was shot pretty bad.
They'd hit him in the stomach.
He was all doubled up, terrible.
He looked up at me and said, I know.
Now, his voice kind of trailed off.
That's all.
Just, I know.
Staff's office is making the run, Joe.
We got out the local and the APB on the suspects.
Nothing that matches the name Deuce and nothing on this car.
Anything from the crime lab yet?
No.
Checked by the office.
While I was there, a Murphy call from George's street.
Anything?
Yeah, not good.
What?
Kelby died and never regained consciousness.
With the death of the victim, any information he might have given us about his killers was
gone.
The one witness to the murder was shown the mug books but was unable to identify the suspects.
Sergeant Skilling-Sienis and Danny Galindo canvassed the neighborhood and came up with
the driver of a bakery truck who thought he'd seen the killers leave the club.
He told them that two men answering the description given us had walked out of the club and gotten
into a late model Mercury sedan.
He'd not been able to get the license number of the car, however.
He was brought into the office and shown the mug books but he was unable to point out the
killers for us.
In checking the neighborhood, Skilling-Sienis and Galindo had come up with a waitress who
had seen two men answering the description of the killers loitering around the area.
She also described the Mercury sedan but said that she hadn't paid much attention to it.
Because of the smoothness with which the holdup men had operated, indications led us to believe
that they'd been tipped off by somebody working for the club.
Proceeding with this theory, we checked with the club owner, a Mr. John Watson.
We found him in the kitchen of his home.
Hope you don't mind if I finish up here, officer.
No, not at all, Mr. Watson.
Guess it seems a little silly to you for a man to be in the kitchen.
Kind of a hobby of mine, cooking.
Yes, sir.
Making a cheesecake.
Got some friends coming over tonight, figured a cheesecake might taste good later in the
evening.
Yes, sir, you go right ahead.
We just have a few questions we'd like to ask you.
About the robbery?
Terrible thing.
I don't understand why Kelby just didn't give him the money.
Not give him any reason to shoot.
Do you have any idea who might have known that the money would be in the office at the
time?
You know, almost everyone that worked in the place, not making mention of the salesman that
came in.
Would you hand me that rolling pin over there?
Yeah, here you are.
Thanks.
Trust with cheesecake's important.
That's one of the reasons I make it myself.
Can't stand a soggy trust.
Are there any of your employees that you think might do a thing like this?
Well, that'd be hard to say.
I didn't get around the club much.
Once in a while I dropped by, chatted with Kelby.
He did the hiring and firing.
Long as the place made money, I didn't interfere.
Well, the way it looks, it could be very likely that one of the employees did it.
The men who pulled the job seemed to know just what they were doing.
That right?
Yes, sir.
I wonder if we could look through your employment records.
Sure, of course.
Anything I can do to help out on this thing.
Would you hand me that pan over there?
Where?
This one?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Get this crushed in with and the cheesecake's about ready.
Sure, you can look at the record.
See what that's going to show, but you're welcome to them.
What kind of a car do you drive, Mr. Watson?
New Lincoln.
Just got it a couple of weeks ago.
Any of your employees drive a late model Mercury that you might know of?
No.
Like I said, I don't really have a lot to do with the actual operation of the club.
Kelby took care of that.
Good manager.
Did a fine job.
Can you tell us how much money they took, sir?
No.
Near as we can tell, it came to a little over $1,100.
Some of that was in checks, you know, that we cash for our customers.
Well, that finishes that.
Get this together.
Now get in the oven.
Looks good, doesn't it?
Yeah, sir.
You should taste it.
Set it for 350 for 25 minutes and that does it.
Now then, can I get you offers?
Is there anything?
A cup of coffee, something like that?
No, sir.
If you just arrange for us to check your employment records.
Certainly, I'll call the club right away.
We'd appreciate that.
My brother-in-law's down there looking after things now.
He's an idiot.
Never could get a job on his own.
I only hired him because my wife insisted on it.
Yeah, he'd probably botch up the whole thing.
Usually does.
Well, if you'd call him, sir.
How's Kelby's condition?
Gonna be laid up long?
Well, Mr. Kelby's dead, sir.
We thought you knew.
No, I hadn't heard.
Oh, I can hardly believe it.
Such a ruthless thing.
Just terrible.
Kelby was such a good man.
Everybody that worked for him liked him.
Didn't have an enemy in the world.
He had two.
We went back five years into the employment records of the club.
There were over 200 names.
Each of them had to be checked out.
Frank and I spent two months running them down.
In all instances, the people interviewed had alibis or else they could explain their action
at the time of the robbery and killing.
In each instance, if the person owned an automobile, it was checked.
A broadcast and an APB had been gotten out on the late model Mercury scene at the club,
but there'd been no answers.
No replies had come in on the descriptions of the two suspects.
June 17th, we were checking out the last three names on the list.
One of the three, a David Adams, listed a rooming house on West 34th Street as his home
address.
We checked with a landlady, a Mrs. Elvia Collins.
Adams?
Sure, he lives here, second floor front.
What if we could talk to him, ma'am?
Sure.
I got no reason to say you can't.
Come in.
Thank you, ma'am.
He isn't in right now, went out about an hour ago.
Said he had a lead on a job and I sure hope he gets it.
He's a couple of months behind on his rent.
That's right.
Sit down.
Just take any chair.
Thank you, Mrs. Collins.
You officers like anything?
Mint on the table there.
Help yourself.
No, thank you.
Adams, give you any idea when he might be back?
No, he didn't say right out.
I expect he'll be here by six.
How's that man?
That's when we served dinner.
Mr. Adams hasn't missed more than four meals since he's been living here.
What's this Adams look like?
Oh, little man.
Sort of like my first husband, little dried up man.
How old would you say he is?
Well, I know exactly.
He baked his birthday cake last Wednesday.
Forty-six candles and one for luck.
How tall would you say, ma'am?
Five, six or so.
How about his weight?
Maybe 120 and that'd have to be soaking wet as a real little man.
Is he dark or light?
I beg your pardon?
His hair.
Is it dark or light?
Oh, light.
Real silky hair.
What little there is left of it.
Funny the way he combs it.
Never could figure it out why a man would comb his hair that way.
What's that, ma'am?
Well, you see, he's only got a little bit of hair on one side.
He lets it grow real long and then he combs it all the way over the top of his head so
it'll look like he's got a lot of hair.
He really doesn't though.
Silly.
He's pretty vain about other things too.
Does he have any friends in the building, Miss Collins?
Well, there's his two cousins.
They've moved though.
How long ago did they move?
Let's see.
Must have been about two, three months ago.
Yes, that much anyway.
What did these two cousins look like, Miss Collins?
Can you describe them?
You just bet I can.
I had a lot of trouble with them two, always drinking.
First one, he was a big one.
Six feet anyway.
He had dark hair.
Weighed maybe 200 pounds.
Miss Collins, how about his complexion?
Dark.
Anything outstanding about him?
Well, now, what do you mean outstanding?
What do you mean anything about him that struck you as being different maybe?
Anything that attracted your attention, something like that?
No.
What about the number two man?
What number?
Well, he was a little younger.
35 or maybe 37, around there.
How tall would you say he was, Miss Collins?
Well, he was a little man.
Five foot, six or seven.
How much do you figure he weighed, would you know?
130 pounds or so.
How about his complexion?
Dark.
Just like the other one.
Anything outstanding about him?
Scars, tattoos, maybe anything like that?
Yes, yes.
He had a scar right on the corner of his mouth.
Made him look like he was smirking all the time.
It was a real dirty look.
What are these men's names, Miss Collins?
Well, now the big one is called Al Evans.
The little one's name was Bill Evans.
They were brothers.
Did they have a car?
Oh, yes.
Yes, a late one.
It was real pretty.
You know what make it was?
No.
No, I'm sorry, but I can't tell one kind from another.
It sure was a nice looking one, though.
A lot of chrome all over it.
Do you have any idea where they might be now, where they moved to?
No, I haven't.
Well, Mr. Adams can probably tell you, though.
I see.
Oh, that might be him.
Now I'll see.
We'll go with you, ma'am, all right?
Are you expecting any trouble?
What's this all about, anyway?
Mr. Adams done something wrong?
Oh, I do hope not.
He's a little man, but he's awfully nice.
We'd just like to talk to him.
Oh, I sure hope they won't be any trouble.
Oh, Mr. Adams.
Yes, Miss Collins?
These gentlemen would like to talk to you.
Oh?
Something I can do for you?
Are you David Adams?
Yes, sir, that's right.
We're police officers, Mr. Adams.
My name's Friday.
This is my partner, Frank Smith.
How do you do?
What do you want?
It might be better if we talk in your room.
All right, but I still don't see what it is you want.
Did you get the job?
No, Mrs. Collins, but I've got another lead.
Don't worry, I'll be able to take care of that matter by the first next week.
Oh, it's all right, Mr. Adams.
I understand.
This is it.
It's not much.
You can sit down anywhere.
Thank you.
You want to tell me what this is all about now, what it is that you want with me?
Well, we'd like to talk to you about the robbery of the Pink Rat Cafe last April.
The manager was killed.
The Pink Rat, yes.
I worked there a couple of years ago, but I don't think I've been in the place since
then and lost the job.
Kelby fired me for dropping a load of dishes.
Did you have an argument at the time?
Well, a little one, yeah.
I was sore, he was too.
Wanted me to pay for the dishes.
I didn't feel it was my fault.
I told him so.
He had a few words.
Nothing serious, so why?
Mr. Kelby was killed in the holdup of the bar.
Yes, I know, that's too bad, but you surely don't think I had anything to do with that,
do you?
Well, that's what we're trying to find out.
Why do you think I'd have anything to do with it?
I haven't been near the place for a couple of years.
Well, the way the thing was pulled, the whole MO makes it look like it's an inside job.
Somebody had to give the layout, tell him that Kelby would be in his office with the
money at that time.
At all points, it's somebody that either works there now or who did work there.
Yes, but why me?
Well, your name was on the list.
It had to be checked out.
Adams, you got any relatives in town?
Not now.
I had a couple of cousins.
They were out here for a while.
What are their names?
Alan Bill Evans.
Mind if we look around your room?
No, I got nothing to hide.
Go ahead and look around.
You won't find anything.
Thanks.
What is it about my cousins?
You figure they had something to do with the thing?
Well, we think they might have.
Their descriptions match the ones we got from the witnesses.
You've been talking to old Mrs. Collins.
She's the one who told you about Alan Bill, isn't she?
Well, who told us isn't important, Adams.
I mean, you don't have to admit it, I know.
A busybody always getting her nose into somebody else's business.
Old Harpy.
Joe.
Yeah.
Look at Harry.
What's this gun for, Adams?
You never know when somebody's gonna try to break into the house.
It's protection, that's all.
You never had it out of the house, huh?
Not since I bought it.
It's a.32, though.
What are you so interested for?
Kelby was killed with a.38.
Well, he was, wasn't he?
Seems to me I heard it on the radio or read it in one of the papers.
No, you didn't.
The caliber of the gun that killed him wasn't released.
How'd you know?
I must have read it in the paper, like I said.
No, this won't work, mister.
I think maybe we better talk to you downtown, huh?
You gonna arrest me?
Just like talk to you downtown.
Let's go.
Well, sure, but I got nothing to hide.
Well, you still gotta come up with an explanation for knowing about that gun.
Description we got matches your cousins.
You know about the gun.
You got a lot to explain.
I don't wanna go to jail.
Too bad, Adam.
You should have thought about that before you got involved in this.
Well, if I tell you, if I help you get the guys that did it, will you give me a break?
Well, we can't make any deals.
Well, I don't wanna go to jail.
You can't do anything for me, huh?
All we can do is see that the district attorney's office knows that you've helped.
What you'll tell him, huh?
If I give you a hand?
He'll know about it.
Okay.
I got claustrophobia putting me in a cell and driving me nuts.
I tell you who did the job, more than that.
Yeah.
I told you the gun they used.
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We took David Adams back to the office and checked the gun with pawn shop records.
It was clean.
We printed him and checked him through R&I.
We took him over to Westlake Park and he showed us the approximate place in the lake where
the gun had been thrown.
He explained that his two cousins had talked him into helping him with the robbery of the
club.
He also said that as soon as he found out that there'd been a shooting, he'd washed
his hands of the entire affair and told them that he'd have nothing more to do with it.
The loot from the robbery had been divided between the two cousins, Adams taking no part
of it.
It took us two hours of searching before we were able to find the gun.
It was turned over to Russ Camp in ballistics.
He fired test shots from the gun and comparison with the death bullet showed that it was the
murder weapon.
Markings on the shell casing found at the scene of the crime were the same as those
left on the test casing.
Adams told us that Bill Evans owned a late model Mercury sedan and that the two brothers
had left for St. Louis in the car.
He also was able to give us the license number.
We checked with DMV and they told us that the legal owner was a finance company on Crenshaw.
The manager there told us that their payments were up to date.
They were able to give us a St. Louis address used as a reference by Bill Evans.
We called the St. Louis Police Department, gave them a rundown and asked them to pick
up the Evans brothers for us.
The witness to the killing was unable to identify David Adams as one of the holdup men.
He was taken to the main jail and booked on suspicion of 287 PC.
Frank and I waited for word from the St. Louis Police Department.
They're all the same, aren't they Joe?
What do you mean?
They'll put any of them in a tight spot and they'll spill all they know to save their
skins.
Well, it seems that way, doesn't it?
Adam seems pretty sincere though.
Things like he does really want to help.
Well, we'll know more when we hear from St. Louis.
You figure that Adams is telling the truth?
I don't know.
The story seems to check out about how he laid the thing out for him, showing us where
the gun was.
Being that far back in his room, it'd make that part about him not taking any of the
money fit.
I'll get it.
Homicide Friday.
Yeah, I'll take it.
Mellow.
Yeah.
Yeah, we've been waiting to hear from you.
Did you pick up the Evans brothers?
Uh huh.
Yeah, wait a minute.
Pass me that pad, will you Frank?
Yeah, here.
Pass me.
Yeah, all right, go ahead.
Uh huh.
What was that again?
I didn't...
Yeah, I got it.
Okay, thanks.
Anything we can do for you, give us a call.
Yeah, sure, we sure appreciate it.
Right, bye.
What does it, what do you mean?
St. Louis checked the address.
They'd been there all right, but they left this morning.
Any idea where they went?
Yeah, the Evans boys told us.
Huh?
They left the forwarding address.
Motel out on Ventura Boulevard.
Frank and I notified Captain Lorman of the new developments.
We talked to the manager of the motel and she told us that she did have a reservation
for June 24th under the name Evans.
She told us that they'd be in cottage 12.
In view of the fact that the suspects had not been alarmed, we decided not to put out
an APB on the car.
We felt reasonably sure that having made the reservations, they'd keep them.
But in the event the suspects arrived earlier than expected, a surveillance was placed on
the motel 24 hours a day.
Sergeant Howard Hudson and Bill Cummings took the period from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Frank and I covered the other 12 hours.
Directly across from the motel was a used car lot.
We talked to the manager and he gave us permission to sit in any one of his cars while keeping
the place under surveillance.
As we relieved each other, the police car was taken back to the city hall so there would
be no indication that the place was staked out.
Four days passed.
No sign of the suspects.
June 23rd, 432 a.m.
Ciao.
Yeah, Mercury Sedan.
Less checks.
Two men.
Stopping at the manager's cottage.
They're ringing the bell.
Yeah.
Looks like they're signing the register.
It must be.
There.
She's giving them the key.
All right, let's let them get to the cottage.
We told her we would.
All right.
There's the landlady's signal.
Let's go.
All right.
Cover me.
Yeah.
Who is it?
This is the manager.
Gonna have to move your car.
Huh?
You gotta move your car.
Put it in the back.
Where you want us to?
Hey, Cuff Bill!
Hey, Joe, get the other one.
Yeah.
Get away from me, cop.
Leave me alone.
All right, give it up, mister.
I'm getting out.
If you got any brains, you ain't gonna try to stop me.
You're going no place, mister.
You can't get over that wall.
Throw that gun out here.
You haven't got a chance.
You're a joker.
You'll never take me.
All right, hold it up, Evans.
All right, go.
I got no gun.
I dropped it.
You see, I got no gun.
Get a doctor for me, huh?
Or I'll hurt.
Yeah, we'll call one.
You didn't have to shoot, did you?
How's he deal you?
You didn't have to shoot.
You didn't give me much choice, mister.
I wasn't trying to hit you.
I was just trying to scare you.
That's all.
I didn't want to hit you.
I'm a good shot.
I didn't know what I was doing.
Yeah, you proved you're a good shot.
I mean...
When you killed Kelby.
The story you have just heard was true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On October 4th, trial was held in Superior Court, Department 87, City and County of Los
Angeles, State of California.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
Nose, throat, and accessory organs not adversely affected by smoking Chesterfields.
Is there such report ever published about any cigarette?
Yes, and it applies only to Chesterfield.
A responsible consulting organization has reported the results of a continuing study
by a competent medical specialist and his staff on the effects of smoking Chesterfield
cigarettes.
A group of people from various walks of life was organized to smoke only Chesterfields.
For six months, this group of men and women smoked their normal amount of Chesterfields,
10 to 40 a day.
Forty-five percent of the group smoked Chesterfields continually from one to 30 years, for an
average of 10 years each.
At the beginning and at the end of the six months period, each smoker was given a thorough
examination, including x-ray pictures, by the medical specialist and his assistants.
The examination covered the sinuses as well as the nose, ears, and throat.
The medical specialist, after a thorough examination of every member of the group, stated, quote,
it is my opinion that the ears, nose, throat, and accessory organs of all participating
subjects examined by me were not adversely affected in the six months period by smoking
the cigarettes provided, unquote.
Now remember this Chesterfield report.
It's the first such report ever published about any cigarette.
Nose, throat, and accessory organs not adversely affected by smoking Chesterfields.
Buy Chesterfield either way you like them, regular or king size.
Chesterfield gives you the best possible smoke.
William M. Evans and Alfred T. Evans were tried and convicted of murder in the first
degree.
They received life sentences in the state penitentiary.
Because David R. Adams had turned state's evidence, and since he was not actually involved
in the crime, in the interest of justice, the charges against him were dismissed and
he was released from custody.
This program is dedicated to the 59th annual conference of the International Association
of Chiefs of Police held in Los Angeles this week.
You have just heard Dragnet, a series of authentic cases from official files.
Technical advice comes from the Office of Chief of Police, W.H.
Parker, Los Angeles Police Department.
Technical advisors Captain Jack Donahoe, Sergeant Marty Winn, Sergeant Vance Brasher.
Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Virginia Gregg, Jack Crushen.
Script by John Robinson.
Music by Walter Schuman.
Hal Gibney speaking.
These great programs sound off for Chesterfield.
Radio, Dragnet, the Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis show, and every weekday Arthur Godfrey
on television, Dragnet, Gangbusters, Arthur Godfrey and his friends in the Perry Como
show.
Tomorrow you'll want to sound off for Chesterfield's because either way you like them, regular
or king size, Chesterfield gives you the best possible smoke.
Chesterfield has brought you Dragnet, transcribed from Los Angeles.
This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.