Appointment with Danger
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- 1951
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This is a branch
office of the biggest business
in the world, the United States
post office.
The citizens of this country
own it, work
in it, and use it.
All day.
Everyday.
All year.
Use it for business, for pleasure.
Sometimes, for an all important
message to that busy
man at the north pole.
We're proud of our post office
because we have confidence in
its efficiency.
Because we know our letters and
parcels and money orders
will be delivered promptly
and with safety.
It's a big confidence.
Every year the post office is
entrusted with $45 billion
pieces of mail and enough money
to pay off the personal
debts of everyone in the world.
Your mailman, you know.
He calls at your home or office
a dozen times a week.
But behind him is a great army
of men and women, equally
dedicated to fulfilling Uncle
Sam's guarantee of delivery.
Whether it involves sending
junior's old sweater to summer
camp or shipping a million
dollars in
currency to San Francisco.
But behind this army is a
seldom seen, almost
never publicized.
The nation's oldest police
force, the postal inspectors,
always on guard.
This is an account of one of
these postal inspectors on a
routine assignment.
The story begins in the rain
of a murky summer night in
Gary, Indiana.
Isn't it stupid of me?
I thought if I came out in
the wind I could fix it.
Chopind all right?
Uh, a little too much to drink.
We're giving him some air.
Oh.
I'm sorry about the umbrella.
They're good to have, uh,
well when it's raining.
Good night sister.
Goodnight.
Well, what else could I do?
I don't know.
Good evening sister,
are you lost?
No, there's a man back
there in the alley.
His friend says he's had
too much to drink.
I was wondering...
I'll look into it sister.
Thank you.
Goodnight.
Harry Gruber's stuff.
We'll need a receipt.
That is what is known as
methodical police work.
Must be fun having the experts
down from Chicago.
Oh Mr. Ahearn's all right, as
a boss, at least. It's that
inspector he brought along.
Where do you meet
Mr. Al Goddard?
Is he as tough as ever?
We just got his order
for lunch, a
small boy with mustard.
All right Al, you're
beginning to
make the point clear.
A trained operator like Gruber
couldn't be strangled.
I'm sure of it.
He was either drunk or asleep.
He didn't drink so
he was asleep.
Here in Laporte?
He's not even registered
is to the hotel.
I just don't believe it.
Well, what do you believe?
That he was killed somewhere
else and brought here.
That could be any place.
He was on a floating
assignment all over
Indiana last week.
Sure it's a rat race now.
All because some cup spent the
night chasing a hot rod.
How did he know there was
a dead man in the alley?
Why don't you give the
police a break?
Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Here's your stuff.
The last will and testament
of Harry Gruber.
Was this Gruber a friend
of yours Mr. Goddard?
I know him but I
didn't like him.
What about the nun?
We're doing
the best we Mr. Ahearn.
Well how good is that?
Laporte for the past 48 hours.
Not one of them was anywhere
near that alley last night.
Did you bother to check
the railroads?
No nun purchased a ticket,
boarded a train, or got off
one all day Tuesday.
Buses and planes likewise.
Bound to be around someplace.
How many nuns are there anyway?
I don't know Mr. Goddard.
I never counted it.
Let's go. I've got to
fly back to Washington.
I'll drop you by the airport.
Stay with it Al.
Don't worry. I'm going to
start looking for that nun.
Somebody's got to find her.
Boy I'll bet that guy doesn't
even like his own mother.
I'm not sure he had one.
You've been chasing hoodlums
for so long, you don't know
how to treat ordinary people.
Warm up will you?
Sure, I'll fall in
love for you.
I don't think you could because
you don't know what a
love affair is.
It's what goes on between
a man and a 45
pistol that won't change.
Let me tell you about you Al.
That badge an a few law books
have turned you into a nut.
You don't like anybody.
You don't believe anybody.
You don't trust anybody.
You think everybody has a pitch.
Everybody has.
You and I and a guy back there.
A better job, a
little more dough, a
round of applause.
One way or another, everybody
you meet is a pitch artist.
Keep me posted.
The biggest thing on
your aside isn't a
pair of brass knuckles.
It's time and men and patience.
Thanks.
Now do you mind if I find out
who killed Harry Gruber?
No.
No, I'm sure you will Al because
you're a good cop.
That's about all you are.
Yup, this is where it happened.
The nun went west
on 34th street.
First block up.
Are you from out of town?
No.
I'm a stranger here.
Let's go west on 34th.
Dead end as far west as you go.
Well this doesn't send
me any message.
Let's go.
What's that over there?
The river?
Railroad yard.
Some kind of a switching point.
Mind if I take a look.
I wouldn't want you
to get lost Mr.
Good evening.
Uhhuh.
How long do the trains
stop here?
Just long enough to switch
over, five minutes.
Any of them stop any longer
for any reason?
No.
Why?
Oh.
You talking about that
train last night?
What about it?
Passenger train at fort Wayne.
Got hung up here for about
20 minutes, not my fault.
During that 20 minutes
did you see a
nun get off the train?
You got me.
I was too busy.
But she should've gotten off,
walked into town, and gotten
back here before it left.
Well, I guess so.
Well, suppose that happened and
she got back on the train.
From here on could there any
other station she'd get off.
No.
That train doesn't stop until
it gets to fort Wayne.
What's this?
Fast freight to fort Wayne.
Thanks.
Hey!
You see a nun get off the
special yesterday?
No.
How about you Charlie?
Well they usually
travel in pairs.
Did you see a pair then?
Yeah, they got on a bus.
What bus?
Belle isle.
Like the one that's loading
over there.
Thanks.
Sister Augustine.
I work for the post office.
Well, that's very nice.
My name is Goddard.
I'm here investigating a murder.
Oh, I'm sure we wouldn't know
anything about such a thing.
On Tuesday night you saw a
man dumped in an alley of
Laporte, Indiana.
I got off the train to get
sister Paula some medicine.
She wasn't feeling so well.
Neither was the guy
in the alley.
He was a dead government agent
by the name of Harry Gruber.
Did he have a family?
What's the difference sister?
He's just as dead either way.
Not quite Mr. Goddard.
Well the point is, the night
his luck ran out you had a
grand stand seat.
I don't understand.
Could you identify any of the
people in the alley with him?
One at least. He was
very helpful.
Would you mind coming downtown
and checking the
state police files?
I don't think so Mr. Goddard.
I have classes in a few minutes.
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