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It was Wednesday, June 3rd.
It was hot in Los Angeles.
We were working the day watch out of burglary detail.
My partner is Frank Smith.
The boss is Captain Wisdom.
My name is Friday.
We'd just been relieved from stakeout and we were on our way to get something to eat.
It was 1227 a.m. when we got to the corner of Fedora and Ardmore streets, the Cakes and
Rittle Cafe.
Here's a couple back here, Joe.
Yeah, that's fine.
What'll it be, fellas?
You got a menu?
Up there on the board.
Huh?
Oh, yeah.
How's the hash?
Doing pretty good.
We're out of it.
I didn't think a restaurant was ever out of hash.
We are.
You want to get me a stack of wheat cakes, some bacon and a cup of coffee, please?
Hey, that sounds good.
I'll have the same, but make mine plain hotcakes and sausage on the side, will you?
Yeah.
Well, you want the coffee now?
Yeah.
Yeah, that'll be fine.
Coming up.
Say, put an egg on my hotcakes, huh?
Yeah.
Over light?
Over light.
Yeah.
Well, I'm hungry, Joe.
Well, I figured that.
Is that the morning paper you got there?
Yeah, this?
Yeah.
Hand it over, will you?
Here you are.
Thanks.
What's on the front page?
I'm looking at the sports, Joe.
A lot of news there.
Do you want to know what's going on in the world?
Joe, I like the sports.
I get the news all the time.
My boys, the Hollywood stars, won again.
Puts them nine up.
Looks like they might win the pennant.
This day along, she'll be knocking them in.
Who?
Day along.
Oh.
Joe, you're not much of a baseball fan, are you?
Yeah, I like to watch the series on TV.
It's going to be pretty good.
Looks like the Yanks and the Dodgers.
Here's your coffee.
Oh, thank you.
The rest will be right here.
Good.
You fellas are new in the neighborhood, aren't you?
What's that?
You're new around here, aren't you?
Yeah.
Stephen's got three heads.
Most of our trade is neighborhood people.
Come in for coffee and cakes on the way home from the show.
I could tell you fellas are new here.
Haven't seen you before.
Yeah.
I'll get the rest of the order.
Fine.
We got one RBI.
What?
Stephen's got one RBI.
You got a what?
RBI, Joe.
Run, battered.
Oh, yeah.
RBI.
I know what you mean.
I didn't understand what you said.
You got to know all that stuff to really watch a game.
Yeah, I know that.
Here you go, fellas.
Wheat cakes and bacon, hot cakes and sausage.
Wait a minute.
Where's the egg?
Inside.
Where?
Inside.
Look, Joe, underneath there.
Egg underneath.
Here's the syrup.
Thank you.
I sure had some excitement around here.
Am I right?
Yeah.
Don't you guys read the papers?
He does.
Yeah.
Sports page.
No, no.
I mean the front page.
What's been going on?
He won't tell me.
All the burglaries.
Been 17 of them in the last five weeks.
It's running the cops silly.
Is that so?
Sure.
They don't know where they're going.
Running them silly.
So you like a little more coffee?
Yeah, I wouldn't mind, please.
Very good coffee, too.
You make it yourself here?
Yeah, thanks a lot.
Put a head on this, too, honey.
Fine.
There have been at least five detectives in here in the last couple of weeks asking questions.
Trying to come up with a lead.
Sure running them ragged.
You guys haven't read about it, huh?
Yeah, I think I've seen something about it somewhere.
It's pretty funny.
Just get this picture.
Now, get it.
A guy.
They figure it's one felon.
He walks up to the back of a house.
First off, he's sure there's nobody home.
Then he walks up to one of the windows and punches a hole in the screen.
Jimmy's the window, walks right in and lifts the jewelry in the house and takes off.
Just as cool as can be.
They figure he's hitting the places between six and nine.
You get that?
Between six and nine p.m.
They must have half the cops in the forest looking for the guy.
They're running rings around him.
How's the case?
Fine.
Good.
We got kind of secret recipe here.
Wife made it up.
Anyway, I was talking to one of the people who had it.
You know, one of the victims, guy over on Hobart.
He said the cops came in and went all over his house, took fingerprints, pictures, all
that.
Worked on his house for about five hours.
Went all over the backyard looking for footprints.
And you know what they came up with?
No.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
All that time, all those men and they didn't come up with nothing.
He sure got the cops running in circles.
You got a check?
Check.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Here you go.
Stack of wheat, bacon, hot sausage and egg, two coffees.
I won't charge you for the refills.
That's very nice of you.
Thank you.
Oh, that's all right.
Let's see.
Comes to a dollar twenty five, taxes a dollar twenty nine.
Okay.
You got any pennies, Frank?
Yeah.
I got two.
Here, take a nickel and break it apart.
I'll get my wallet, Joe.
Maybe I've got a couple in there.
Hey, hey, how come you guys are carrying guns?
You ain't going to hold up the place, are you?
There isn't any money here.
We're police officers.
Detectives?
Yeah.
Oh, say, I hope you guys ain't sorry about what I said about you running in circles.
No, forget it.
That's all right.
Well, now, come on, let this one be on the house.
Take your money back.
Sort of a way to say I'm sorry.
Forget it.
I'd like to pop for the cakes.
No, thanks.
Thanks.
Just the same.
Well, hope you come back again.
Sure.
Say, just a minute.
Yeah.
I'd like to ask you a question.
About this fellow who's been pulling the jobs.
Yeah.
When do you figure you're going to get him?
When he runs out of circles.
The papers had carried the story since the fifth burglary.
The thief had been operating in the same general area.
On each report, the crime lab had been sent out.
Pictures were taken.
Fingerprints were lifted.
When the sum total of evidence was weighed and sifted, we were able to establish the
fact that we were looking for the same man or men.
He was in possession of a one quarter inch punch, which he used on the screens, and a
half inch jimmy, which he used to pry open the windows.
From traces of fabric that he left on the fourth job, we knew that he wore cotton gloves.
We had no physical description of him to work with, nothing but the M.O. that he used.
The stats office had made run after run looking for a lead.
The possibles that they'd turned up were checked out, but they noted it's nothing.
Communications had been gotten off to the rest of the nation asking for information
on known criminals who used the same M.O., but the replies were of no help.
All recently released convicts from the state penitentiaries and work farms were checked.
We found nothing.
The pawn shops in the Southland were alerted to be on the lookout for the stolen goods.
Again, nothing.
Informants and other sources of information were questioned and re-questioned, and at
the end of five weeks we were right back where we started.
The newspapers took up the stories in full force.
They ran cartoons of the thief picturing him as an invisible phantom who could almost announce
the time of the next house breaking to the police and then proceed according to plan
without interference.
Every known method of apprehending the burglar was tried, none of them worked.
Captain Wisdom assigned four other teams of men to the case.
Metro Division sent out another two cars to aid in the rolling stakeout.
Apparently we were stopped cold.
Two more days passed, and on Friday, June 5th, we got a report of another burglary.
9.36 a.m.
Frank and I left the office to check it out.
Yes, something you want?
We'd like to see Miss Santos if we could.
Who are you?
Police officers, ma'am.
Is Miss Santos in?
Oh, well, I'm her.
Come on in.
Thank you.
Come on, come on.
Hurry up.
Yes, ma'am.
I never saw so many flies around as this summer.
Sit down.
Thank you.
Can I get you anything, cup of coffee?
No, no, thank you.
You don't mind if I have some?
No, you go right ahead.
Just having another cup before I get started on the house, sort of the lull before the storm.
Ma'am.
Kids are downstairs playing.
They'll be up in a minute.
They get to running around.
It's impossible to get anything done.
Yes, ma'am.
All I can do is get a second cup of coffee in the morning.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Sure.
Just make yourself comfortable.
Thank you.
Thank you, ma'am.
Now then, this is about the burger last night, isn't it?
Yes, ma'am.
We'd like to go over the list of stolen articles with you.
Uh-huh, that's it.
Everything they took.
I'd like to check it if we can.
Wasn't anything else in the house for them to take?
Let's see here.
According to what we have in the report, you listed $47 in cash, haven't you?
Yeah, yeah, that's from the jar.
Ma'am.
We got a little candy jar upstairs.
Keep loose change in it.
Whenever I have anything left over from my household money, I put it in there.
Anthony, he's my husband.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, whenever Anthony's got any loose change in his pocket, he drops it in there.
Adds up in time.
$47.
Yes, ma'am.
You're pretty sure about the amount now?
Yeah, you see, we keep a little piece of paper in the jar.
Got the amount written on it so as we can tell how much we've added to it.
Whoever stole the money didn't take the paper, just the money.
Had exactly $47.
Yes, ma'am.
Now you list a ruby and diamond woman's wristwatch, is that right?
Gonna use it for a trip to Las Vegas.
A big part?
We were gonna use the money in the jar for a trip to Las Vegas.
Only needed $150 more.
Now I gotta start all over again.
Yes, ma'am.
Now about the watch.
Oh, yeah, well, they stole that too.
Had two rubies on one side, three diamonds on the other, little gold band.
Took that too.
The anniversary present from Anthony.
He's my husband.
Uh-huh.
Gave it to me on our fifth anniversary, February 2nd.
Now you list a diamond ring.
I wonder if you can give us a little better description of the ring.
My engagement ring.
Solitaire, not very big.
Hat on my dressing table on one of those little ring gadgets.
You know, the little block of wood on the little stick.
Yes, ma'am.
You put your rings on it when you're doing the dishes.
Not very big.
Yes, ma'am.
Now was there anything else of value taken?
No.
A couple of cheap little costume pieces, bracelet, couple of pins, nothing really worth anything.
I can have descriptions of the pieces if we could.
I can give them to you.
All right, fine.
You really think you're gonna be able to catch the fella who took the things?
Well, we don't know.
We're sure gonna try.
Have there been any strangers that you've noticed in the neighborhood lately?
No, none that I can think of right now.
Any strange cars, ma'am?
You married, officer?
Yes, ma'am.
Got any kids?
Yes, ma'am, too.
Uh-huh.
Well, you just ask your wife how much time she's got to take notice of cars driving up
and down the street, noticing whether people are loitering in front of the house or not.
You just ask her.
She'll tell you.
You men, all the time talking about the modern conveniences, help out the housework, just
zipping the houses clean with the vacuum, swish the dishes around, they're all clean
with the new soaps.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, maybe it's better than our mothers had it, but they still haven't come up with
nothing short of a straight jacket that'll keep you from having to run after the kids
all day.
Yes, ma'am.
You ask your wife, she'll tell you.
Yes, ma'am.
You ask yours, too.
You'll see.
I'm not married, Miss Sanderson.
Hmm.
Well, then you wouldn't know.
Well, you can talk to his wife.
Those fellas last night, they gained clues?
We haven't checked on them yet, ma'am.
Seems like they should be able to tell something about who did it.
All that powder they was putting around, the pictures they was taking, all the excitement.
Took me two hours after they left before I could get the kids to sleep.
All that trouble.
They should have something that's going to get the things back.
I sure know one thing.
What's that, ma'am?
The man that stole the watch.
I wish they'd taken the book.
Beg your pardon?
The record book.
It was right in the door of the dressing table.
Where those people at the store are, if you don't find them, they will.
I don't believe I understand, Miss Sanderson.
The people where we bought the wristwatch, they'll find them, sure.
They won't let them get away with it.
Ma'am.
The watch, it isn't paid for.
10.42 a.m.
We started to canvas the neighborhood.
For the next hour, we talked to the people in the houses on both sides of the street.
None of them could add anything to the story given us by the latest victim.
12 noon, Frank and I called the office and told them we'd be out for seven.
As we were leaving our car, a tall elderly man approached us.
He identified himself as Ross Dunham.
He explained that he lived in the corner house on the same street as Mrs. Santos.
Yeah, my wife told me you were by the house this morning.
Yes, sir, we were.
Got something that maybe you can use.
What's that, Mr. Dunham?
Well, I noticed it right off.
Didn't want to say anything about it to the Mrs.
You know, women get upset.
Thought it'd be better not to mention it.
Yes, sir, what is it?
Night before last Thursday, I saw the car.
What car was that, sir?
The one I wanted to tell you about.
I was going downtown to tell you officers about it.
Felt kind of like it was my duty, you know, public spirit.
Yes, sir.
How about the car?
Well, it was kind of a warm night.
The Mr. and I were sitting out on the porch and glider just taking a night air.
Then I saw the car go by.
Didn't think much about it at first.
I see.
Must have been about 6.30 right after supper.
We just sitting there, taking air, having a glass of iced tea.
Then I saw the car go by again.
Slow like.
Like he's looking to house it over.
Could you describe the car for us, sir?
Yeah, it got written right down here someplace.
Car went by the house two more times that night.
Four times all told.
Four.
Uh-huh.
And I think I got it in my wallet.
I had left it in my other pants.
I thought you...
Oh, no, no, here it is.
There it is.
Even got the license number.
Yes, sir.
Is it going to help?
We don't know, sir.
We'll check it out.
Can I have that paper, please?
I'll call it in, Joe.
Have them check DMV.
Right.
Sure hope it gives you guys some help.
The way the burglar's been running around here, terrible.
The man isn't safe to leave his house.
I've been thinking about having those little bell alarms put on the windows.
Did the officers talk to you last night, sir?
You mean when they came out to see Mr. Santos?
Yes, sir.
No, they didn't.
I saw the police car.
I thought about going down to talk to them.
But the missus would have wanted to know what was going on.
Told her about the car and it'd upset her.
She's kind of nervous.
Breaks out in a rash whenever anything happens like this.
I see.
Got just about every kind of ointment in the world.
Doctor says it's in her mind.
Says it's all in her imagination.
You believe that?
Well, I wouldn't know, sir.
I don't put much stock in it.
I used to get rashes when I'd eat fresh peaches.
Don't anymore, though.
See you in a minute, Joe.
Yeah, would you excuse me, Mr. Dunham?
Yeah, sure.
Did you get anything?
Yeah.
Didn't have any trouble making the car.
Got a good suspect.
Yeah, who?
Guy named Oakes.
Oakes?
Yeah.
Works on a burglary.
It's a police car.
We thank Mr. Dunham for his cooperation in the attempt to help us.
As a public-minded citizen, he'd done what he thought was right.
During the time we'd been working on the case,
we'd turned up dozens of well-meaning citizens who wanted to cooperate.
Each of the tips, no matter how remote, we checked out.
This meant using additional man hours
and pulling officers off other assignments to investigate the possible leads.
But in every event, we appreciated the tips.
Three more days passed.
The thief hit once more.
In spite of the close surveillance we were keeping on the area,
he somehow managed to get into the vicinity,
commit the crime, and leave without being observed.
The pressure from local citizens' clubs and insurance companies got a little heavier.
On Tuesday morning, June 10th,
a meeting was held in Chief of Detective Thad Brown's office.
The detail and results of our investigation were gone over again.
Additional bulletins were gotten out requesting information on the MO.
The area of the rolling stakeout was increased to 96 square blocks.
That's two square miles.
A new plan for surveillance was worked out.
Under the new conditions, we were able to keep the entire neighborhood
under almost constant watch.
Additional teams of men were assigned for Metro division.
To date, the thief had stolen jewelry, money, and other personal property
amounting to a little over $8,000.
The check on the pawn shops was tightened,
but none of the merchandise turned up in the normal outlets.
Every night between the hours of 5.30 and midnight,
the dragnet of the area was put into effect.
During the next week, the theft stopped completely.
Apparently, we'd stopped the burglar, but we still hadn't caught him.
Wednesday, June 17th, I checked in for work.
Joe? Yeah?
I think we got something. What's that?
I was just down the hall with Bates. Yeah?
I checked out the F.I. cards that had been filed in the area we're working.
Came up with one possible. Yeah, what do you got on it?
A guy named Boyd Hall.
He was stopped four times in the last week in different locations
in the same general area.
Tell the officers he was on his way home.
How do you spell that name? B-O-Y-D, Boyd Hall.
You got his address? Yeah, better check it out.
I ran the name through R.N.I. and came up with eight.
Three of them back in the joint, one dead, other four have to be checked out.
Descriptions don't fit too well. Let me see there.
Yeah, here you are.
You better get right out there. Now let's go.
Might be something, huh? I don't know. We're due for a break.
Fifteen minutes later, we turned off Vermont Avenue onto Venice Boulevard.
Four blocks to the left and we turned onto Dewey Street.
Another block and a half and we pulled up in front of the address.
Well, this is 1800. It ought to be right...
Here.
Well, we're still batting a thousand.
1804 Dewey. Yeah.
Vacant lot.
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Wednesday, June 17th, 848 a.m.
We canvassed the neighborhood around the vacant lot.
None of the people had ever heard of Boyd Hall.
We asked about anyone answering the description listed on the F.I. cards.
The neighbors couldn't help us there either.
1117 a.m.
We returned to the office and we started to check out the remaining four possibles.
All of them were able to establish alibis for the time of the burglaries
and they were eliminated as suspects.
We got in touch with the officers who'd filed the F.I. cards.
They remembered the man.
Each of the teams of men who'd stopped him had asked for identification.
He'd produced a driver's license, personal cards, and several letters to himself
bearing the Dewey Street address.
He told the officers that he'd lived in the neighborhood
and that he was returning to his home from a grocery store.
The officers had checked the bag of groceries he was carrying
and found nothing suspicious and let him proceed on his way.
We got in touch with Sergeant Zuck at the warrant office
and asked him to check and see if there were any outstanding traffic warrants on Boyd Hall.
He called back to tell us there were none.
APBs and local broadcasts were sent out asking for information
on anyone answering the description using the name Boyd Hall.
We got in touch with the Department of Motor Vehicles
and asked them to give us all the information they could on the suspect
carrying California Operator's License Number Z-941-511, issued 12-552.
They checked their files and told us that there was no record of a Boyd Hall
being issued that particular license number.
They also stated that no number had been given out on the Z-series.
This left little doubt that the license was a forgery and the name was an alias.
In the meantime, the rolling stakeout continued.
Two days passed while we followed down leaves.
Saturday, June 20th, Frank and I were in position for the night surveillance, 8.30 p.m.
Joe, up at the corner getting off the streetcar?
No, maybe. Description fits.
Carrying a shopping bag. Now let's take a look.
Right.
Pull up here is good.
Excuse me, fella.
We're gonna have to go through this again.
Thank you, pardon?
You're police officers, aren't you?
Yes, sir, we are.
And you want to see my identification?
Yes, sir, that's right.
All right.
I'll be glad when you fellas find whatever it is you're looking for.
You know, this is the fifth time I've been stopped.
Is that right?
Yeah.
Here, will you hold this shopping bag for me?
Sure.
Hey, what you got in here?
Loaf of bread, groceries.
I got my driver's license in my wallet. Here.
Would you take it out of your wallet, please?
Sure.
There. See?
Mm-hmm.
Boyd Hall. That's your true name?
That's what it says.
1804 Dewey Street. That's where you live?
Yeah. Just came back from the store.
Mm-hmm.
Well, we're sorry we bothered you, Mr. Hall.
Perfectly all right.
I know you're only doing what we pay you for.
I'll tell you what.
To make up for causing any inconvenience,
let us drive you home, could we?
Oh, that's not necessary.
It's just a couple of blocks.
I don't mind a walk.
Don't like to put you fellas out.
Well, don't worry about it.
Get in the back seat, huh?
Really, I appreciate the thub, but it's not necessary.
Want to get in the back there?
All right.
Want to take the shopping bag in front, Frank?
Yeah.
Go ahead, Hall.
The way you guys acted,
you think there was something wrong.
Nothing is, is there?
No, I was just saying the way you guys...
Never mind.
How long you live in this neighborhood, Hall?
A little while. We just bought the house.
About how long would you say?
Not long.
How long?
Couple of months.
I think it's right at the next block, Frank.
Yeah.
Say, I sure appreciate this,
but you guys don't have to go out of your way.
Just drop me off at the corner.
I can walk. It's just a little ways down.
No, it's no trouble at all.
Here we are.
Well, I sure want to thank you, officers.
It's a real pleasure to know that our taxes
are paying for the kind of service you've just given.
Well, it's going to get a little better.
Hmm?
Never mind.
When we get out of the car, we'll walk up with you.
Yeah.
That's okay.
I'll carry the bags for you.
Well, it might be better if I took it.
No, no trouble.
Now, which is your house, Hall?
This one right here.
Mm-hmm.
That's 1802.
Then that one's 1806.
Let's walk down a little further, shall we?
Mm-hmm.
That's fine.
Now, if we figure correctly,
1804 would be right here, wouldn't it?
Don't suppose it'd do any good
to say somebody stole the house.
No, I don't suppose it would.
You want to tell us about it?
Yeah, I might as well.
Now, let's get back in the car.
All right.
Now, what do you got in this shopping bag?
Sure is heavy.
Let's see.
A box of breakfast cereal.
And a loaf of French bread.
You ought to take this bread back, Hall,
and look here, somebody cut it right in half.
Is that your job?
Yeah.
All hollowed out.
Punching a jimmy inside.
Burglary tools.
You want to tell us where you got them?
How about it, Hall?
All right, let's go, Frank.
Yeah.
I suppose you guys think you're pretty smart, don't you?
No, not particularly.
It took us a while to figure out.
I should have let it go.
Should have gotten out while it was good.
Yeah, you should have.
How are you going to know?
I figured 10 weeks, none quit.
Another two weeks, that's all I needed.
Where's the stuff you took?
Hotel room.
You shoved any of it yet?
No, it's all there.
Every bit of it but the money.
I lived on that.
Figured when I got enough, I'd hit for the border,
sell it in Mexico.
Let's stop on the way and pick it up, huh?
All right, place over on 6th, I'll show you.
This isn't another vacant lot, is it?
No, no, this is McCoy.
You know, I had it all figured, all the way down the line.
Every time I got a new car, I'd get it.
All the way down the line, every angle.
Hey, how about it?
Answer a question for me.
All right.
Is there any way to beat it, any way to come out on top?
Well, you know the answer to that one better than we do.
You tried, what do you think?
The story you have just heard is true.
The names were changed to protect the innocent.
On October 15th, trial was held in
Department 96, Superior Court of the State of California,
in and for the County of Los Angeles.
In a moment, the results of that trial.
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no adverse effects from smoking Chesterfields.
I think that's very important to you as a smoker,
and I hope you'll keep it in mind next time you buy cigarettes
and get Chesterfields.
Regular or king size, Chesterfields are low in nicotine,
highest in quality.
Best for you.
Lawrence Philip Harris, alias Boyd Hall,
was tried and convicted on six counts of burglary
in the first degree and received sentence
as prescribed by law.
Burglary in the first degree is punishable by imprisonment
in the state penitentiary for a period of not less than five years.
Dragnet wishes to thank the editors of McCall's magazine
for their interesting personal story about Jack Webb,
Nobody's Man Friday, in the current September issue of McCall's.
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 Wynn, Sergeant Vance Brasher.
Heard tonight were Ben Alexander, Peter Leeds,
Joyce McCluskey, Harry Bartel.
Script by John Robinson.
Music by Walter Schuman.
Hal Gibney speaking.
Watch an entirely new Dragnet case history
each week on your local NBC television station.
Please check your newspaper for day and time.
Chesterfield has brought you Dragnet, transcribed from Los Angeles.
Have you tried new cork-tipped Fatima?
It's the smooth smoke.
Here's why.
New Fatima tips of perfect cork,
king size for longer filtering,
and Fatima quality for a much better flavor and aroma.
Remember, Fatima has the tip for your lips.
Try new Fatima. See how smooth it is.
Fatima is made by the makers of Chesterfield, Liggett and Myers,
one of tobacco's most respected names.
Music by Walter Schuman.