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Tonight's episode...

Starring Robert Stack as Eliot Ness.

Co-starring Elizabeth Montgomery,

Harold J. Stone, David White,

and Introducing Paul Picerni as Untouchable Lee Hobson.

Narrated by Walter Winchell.

In the last weeks of March 1931,

Eliot Ness and his Untouchables

were hitting hard at the Capone empire.

Every day, gunshots rattled the concrete

as Ness led his men in raid after raid.

While prosperity stayed around the corner for most of us,

it came out and licked the hands

of mobsters, bootleggers and hoods.

For them, it had been Rome at its height

under Emperor Al Capone

until Eliot Ness moved in to clean up.

Each speakeasy knocked out by Ness,

each brewery put out of commission,

each Capone man lost made it more obvious:

Capone's throne was tottering.

It was a first-rate opportunity

for someone with brains and cunning

to use the battle to set his own table.

But who had the guts to move in?

There was still a lot of fight left in the old emperor.

The smart money was on an Easterner

named Charles "Pops" Felcher.

He had arrived from New York less than a week ago

with his lawyer Archy Grayson,

but Pops Felcher's reputation as a topflight mobster

had long preceded him,

and already the underworld was currying favor at a party given

by the well known Madame Flora

at her establishment in the suburbs of Chicago.

Shut up!

Shut up, everyone!

Hey, that goes for the band, too.

From Madame Flora and her girls to Pops Felcher.

Give it a good pull, Pops.

Pops.

Hey, Archy, throw her over here!

If this is a raid, your timing stinks, Mr. Ness.

This here is strictly a private affair.

I've got an invitation.

This is a search warrant.

That's right.

All right, stand clear.

I'm looking for Augie Kleiner.

He ain't here.

Where is he?

You had him in for questioning five times.

He told you he never lifted a gun for Al Capone.

What are you hounding him for anyway?

Where is he?

You're getting paid to spill beer, Mr. Ness,

not to interrupt private parties.

Answer the question, punk.

I told you he ain't here.

Drop 'em.

Take them all in.

Something we can do for you, Mr. Ness?

Who are you?

Archy Grayson, attorney-at-law.

Office hours 9:00 to 5:00.

Thanks, I've got a lawyer.

What brings you to Chicago, Mr. Felcher?

You need a passport to come to Chicago?

You've come to occupy Capone's chair

before it gets a chance to cool off?

You're jumping to conclusions, aren't you, Mr. Ness?

If that's what's on your mind, Felcher,

you'll find it's an awfully hot seat.

Capone's only round one.

My client doesn't have to sit here

and listen to your innuendos, Ness.

That's a great trick.

You can make him talk without even moving your lips.

Beat it, girlie, the boss is particular who touches him.

Come on, boys, how about a little music?

You did good, Rusty, only don't push so hard.

You have to know your customers.

Mr. Felcher ain't no patron of the arts.

He's got a wife around somewheres.

Some guys are like that.

Don't feel bad.

I ain't got no cause to feel bad.

Like that fellow Mr. Ness says, it's only round one, ain't it?

Rusty Heller had a very sensitive pride.

She hated being pushed around or crossed,

and when she hated, she found a way to pay off.

Before lawyer Grayson could earn her interest,

he'd have a small favor to arrange.

Since Grayson had a talent for getting things done,

it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship,

and it left his days free

to build Pops Felcher's organization.

He acquired hoods and lieutenants,

bootleggers and organization men from the East,

and made himself known

to the corruptible elements in the city government.

It was all timed to take advantage

of Eliot Ness' all-consuming war against Al Capone.

If that's all on the Capone prostitution tie-in,

let's hear what's new on Pops Felcher.

Not much.

Born in Buffalo, New York, July 5, 1891.

Photos of his birth certificate, driver's license.

Started as a small still operator, moved to New York.

You know the rest, Eliot.

He grew until he gained control

of the entire East Coast right down to Cuba,

came to Chicago two months ago.

And has one-third of the west side paying off to him already.

The lawyer Grayson does the legwork for him,

hangs out at the Club Mademoiselle.

While Felcher sits on his growing pile of dirty bank notes

giving us the horselaugh.

If there were just six more hours in a day...

We could use 12.

We could shake them up a little anyway.

We haven't time to follow through with anything big.

At least we can let them know we're here

and incidentally knock one of their joints out of commission,

say the Club Mademoiselle.

Why, Mr. Reiner, you're so interesting

with all your talk about Mr. Capone.

Shh.

Why, you must be his big brains.

I never said that.

Actually, Mr. Guzik is in charge of the books.

I'm the one who keeps 'em.

Well, now, where would a business be

without its keeper of the books?

You're so modest. Shh...

Look, let's, let's not talk about him anymore, huh?

I-I shouldn't have said what I said already.

You mean after all this time

you don't trust your little Rusty?

Well, sure, I trust you.

It's just that I have to...

Telephone for Mr. Reiner.

That's me.

I'm, I'm Reiner.

W-Where's the phone?

In the phone booth, you silly thing.

Hmm? Where the phone belongs.

Big news, honey.

Mr. Capone's sore the way Felcher's moving in.

He's going to take action.

What kind of action?

Boom-boom action.

When?

Wonder how they take the pits out of these cherries.

Rusty.

Hmm?

I got to scram. Me, too?

No, it's, it's business.

Something big?

Big? It's Ness.

The East End Distillery knocked out

by his second-string team.

The boss is going to blow his top.

Believe me, Rusty,

I wouldn't do this to you if it wasn't life and death.

Now, don't you worry about me, sweet thing.

W-Will you be all right?

I-I don't like leaving you alone here.

Oh, you're mad as a hatter.

Now kiss me good-bye.

There.

Now you run along, sweet thing.

I'll see you real soon now.

Let's have the rest of it.

When? Where?

"When" is what I'd like to know, too, honey.

When?

When am I going to be permitted to meet Mr. Felcher

in the position you say I have achieved?

I mean as your girl.

I told you as soon as we find the right time.

I find the right time every day, honey.

Rusty, don't play with me.

And don't you play with me, Mr. Lawyer.

Rusty, if there's any danger, I've got to warn Pops.

Well, then, let me warn you, sugar.

You'd better keep your word to me

or you ain't never going to wipe your hands

on my towels no more.

Don't talk like that.

You know I'm dippy about you.

Ain't you a little under-equipped

for this muscle stuff, Archy?

Rusty, forget about us for the moment.

What about Pops?

Is he in danger?

Well, what if he is?

Could be your golden opportunity.

If he gets knocked off,

you could just walk right in there and take over.

Didn't you ever think of that?

No.

Why not?

Because I'm getting out soon.

Retiring.

Ha-ha.

Just an ordinary citizen...

in a millionaire way, of course.

As if Pops would ever let you go.

I'm the one who lets go.

Big talk.

You got it wrong, baby.

I'm the horse, he's the wagon.

Oh, sure.

I've got a couple of papers stashed away

that makes it like that.

Papers?

What kind of papers?

Someday...

If I decide to endow thee with all my worldly possessions...

I'll share them with you.

Well, there now.

That is a basis for negotiation,

as all you lawyers say.

Uh, what was it you were asking me, honey?

Oh, yeah, yeah, uh... just where and when

is Mr. Capone planning to punctuate Mr. Felcher?

Well, go on.

It seems to me

that someone mentioned something about a...

a Turkish bath?

It is Mr. Felcher's habit to go there about midnight.

Am I right, sugar?

It's past 10:00 now.

I've got to reach him.

The telephone.

Please, it's an emergency!

Let me go.

Mr. Ness?

Let me go!

I've got to talk to you... Important information.

I'm listening.

It's about Mr. Reiner, Mr. Capone's Mr. Reiner.

What about him?

Oh, I can't remember with all this confusion around here.

Maybe you'll remember better at Headquarters.

No!

No, you're wrong.

Common places like that give me amnesia

and amnesia leads to lockjaw in us higher animals.

Didn't you know that?

Why don't you escort me home?

It's just around the corner.

If I don't prove interesting enough,

you can always call a cop.

Oh, well, looky there.

Anyone ever tell you you've got a smile

that lights candles in your eyes, Mr. Ness?

You're liable to see the burning of Atlanta

in my eyes if you're pulling a fast one.

Hi, Alice! This here is Mr. Ness.

He's a very valuable hunk of Yankee,

so you be good and fix him a drink,

uh, or something while I get out of these

nasty high heeled shoes.

You will excuse me, I know.

But I just can't seem to talk when my feet ache.

Make yourself at home, honey, I'll only be a sec.

How do you do? Hmm?

Well, how do you do?

Oh, please, hurry up and answer.

Yeah?

Mr. Felcher?

Who wants him?

It's a matter of life and death.

You tell him that.

Who is this?

This is Miss Rusty Heller.

You know a dame named Rusty Heller?

He's out. Tell me.

It's Archy Grayson's girl.

It's a matter of life and death I told you!

It's that redhead that Archy's been romancin'.

Sounds real.

He's on, start talking.

Mr. Felcher?

This is Miss Rusty Heller here.

I want to tip you off.

I heard from certain sources that Mr. Capone's boys are

going to try and shoot you up in the Turkish bath tonight.

You remember who warned you:

Rusty Heller.

Say, you ain't the Mr. Ness, are you?

Guess so.

Well, if that don't beat all.

Thank you, Alice.

You don't mind if I fix my fingernails

while we talk, do you?

I just don't seem to have time

for things like that lately.

Well, my time's pretty tight, too.

Oh, yes, of course it is, I'm sorry.

Now, you want to know about Mr. Reiner?

Well, he keeps a record of all of Mr. Capone's business.

Everything that goes in and everything that goes out.

You're not drinking your drink.

Something wrong with it?

No, it's fine.

Do you know where Reiner keeps his books?

Only him and Mr. Capone know that.

I could find out, though.

Would you like me to?

If I can get my hands on those books...

Here, be a sweet thing and hold this for a minute, honey.

It makes it so much easier.

Mr. Reiner just loves to tell me things.

Makes him feel more masculine or something.

I have that talent with men.

Now, I don't want you to think I'm bragging or anything,

but the fact is that most men seem to hear my music.

How come you don't hear it, Mr. Ness?

I hear it,

only I guess I just don't dance to that particular tune.

Well, I'm glad.

I like that, I really do.

You think that's funny if I say I like that? What?

That you don't see me as a French postcard.

Seems that ever since I got out of the cocoon,

I've been hitting the same note in your sex.

I'm pleased that you are not like the others.

Well, about those books, Miss Heller...

Oh. Oh, yes.

Those books. Okay.

How much are they worth to you, Mr. Ness?

In money?

Yankee money.

I'm in no position to offer you money.

And you're representing

the entire United States Government?

They don't do business that way.

No love, no money.

Not much incentive.

The whole country'd be grateful.

Oh, no. Now, don't you go

appealing to my sense of decency 'cause I ain't got any.

It got kicked around so much,

one day, it just laid down and died.

Those things don't die.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Here, give me that.

You look silly holding it.

Well, it's against my instincts

to give something for nothing.

But you did save me a trip to the police station.

So that ain't exactly nothing.

I guess I could find out

where those books are for you without much trouble.

I can be reached at this number.

My...

Wouldn't it be nice if all you had to do

was just say a number to truly reach someone?

It'd be a lot easier.

Except some numbers couldn't get connected anyway, I guess.

That's right.

Well, then you shouldn't go around

reviving the sense of decency in people.

And you shouldn't have such pretty blue eyes.

Mr. Felcher?

That's him.

Archy's girl was right.

Miss Rusty Heller.

Don't expect too much.

He sent for me, didn't he?

Rusty, what's wrong?

Wrong?

Why, nothing's wrong.

Everything's just lovely. I mean with us.

I got no cause to complain, honey.

It was nice.

What do you mean "was"?

You're nagging, Archy.

Like a husband.

You ain't my husband.

Is that what you want, to get married?

The boss has got a couple of legal loopholes

he wants you to tie, Archy.

Come on.

I'll hold my finger on the knot, huh?

You make me a favor. Why?

Because I like where you're going.

And I want to go there with you.

You trying to punish me or thank me, Pops?

When you like someone,

you want to treat her gentle.

Like this.

You think you're ready to play big time games?

What do you say?

I say, "Okay."

Rusty had reached her objective with Pops Felcher

just as Eliot Ness took a bad backslide with his.

After successfully pulling off the coup of tapping

the business phone of Capone Lieutenant Frank Nitti,

the tap had been discovered before they could

exploit it to its fullest.

One touch of hope was a telephone call from Rusty.

She had news for him.

They arranged to meet at Pier 17 on the lakefront.

I found out where Reiner keeps some of his books.

Good.

You can thank me by getting rid of Mr. Capone,

the sooner the better.

So your Mr. Felcher can take over?

You keep up with all the society news,

don't you?

We'll get him, too.

You be careful now, Mr. Ness.

A bullet's got no sense.

Can't tell a hood from a cop.

Even an Untouchable ain't puncture-proof, honey.

I appreciate the concern.

You're just a super boy scout, ain't you?

Do you want to die?

Is that it?

I'm trying to understand you.

Is busting into speakeasies

and breaking up little, old crap games

really worth risking your life over?

I'll bet your wife don't think so.

Well, let's just say, she married a stubborn guy.

At least if there were a payoff to match the risk.

How much is Felcher offering?

You interested, Mr. Ness?

Capone can answer that one.

Would you be interested in double

what Mr. Capone has to offer?

You can tell Felcher for me,

his money's no better than any other glorified punk's.

That's what he thought.

You're a poor fool, Mr. Ness.

You deserve what you get.

If you want your books, follow me.

We'll go in my car.

I swear, I can't understand

how you've managed to stay alive this long.

Gets to be a habit after a while.

Do you always trust people like this?

How do you know I'm taking you where I say I am?

How do you know this isn't some trap?

You get so you learn to trust your judgment of people.

You only have to be wrong once.

Just once.

This the floor? Mm-hmm.

What's the room number?

300.

Must be this way.

304.

302.

300.

Mr. Ness?

Could I have a cigarette?

Thanks.

Anybody in there?

Why, what do you mean?

How do I get in?

Oh... I have a key.

Mr. Ness!

It's no use.

He'll be down the fire escape and into the car by now.

They'll have to have that wall replastered.

Anybody hurt? No.

Oh, it'll cost 'em $50.

Well, good night.

Well, I guess I'll just have to tell Mr. Felcher

one of his boys was overanxious.

What do you think of your judgment

of people now, Mr. Ness?

I was right, wasn't I?

Look...

If I take you to where those books are for real,

will you do me a favor back?

What?

Don't let me see you no more!

Rusty kept her word this time

and led Ness to Reiner's books.

Ness had them photographed and sent to Washington.

Out of this and other evidence,

grew the federal indictment of Al Capone

on the charge of income tax evasion.

So grateful was Pops Felcher

at Rusty's part in helping get Capone,

that he overlooked the clumsy handling of the Ness trap.

He gifted her with a $25,000 Russian sable coat.

You know,

in the old country you could buy a big house

with goats, and cattle and cows

and chickens and everything

for what costs that coat. Well,

now I know why I'm glad

Columbus discovered America!

It's Alice's day off.

I guess I'd better answer that.

Hello, there.

I'm Mrs. Charles "Pops" Felcher.

May I come in?

Come on, sheik, mama's claiming you back.

Pops, you just can't walk out on me!

Sure, he can.

I'm the one he can't walk out on.

And he knows why.

I see you did your Christmas shopping early this year.

I like it... I want it. But...

I want that coat, sheik.

I'll get you another one.

I don't want another one.

I want this one.

No!

I won't give it to her!

It's mine!

I want that coat, Pops!

Take your hands off that fur!

No!

It's mine!

Oh!

It's lovely, darling,

but you really shouldn't have done it!

You lousy Indian giver!

I'll get even!

I'll see you dead!

I'll... Oh!

You!

You snitched to his wife!

Rusty, I-I couldn't take it.

You and him... I-I just couldn't take it.

You dirty rat!

Rusty, listen to me.

I love you. I came to ask you to marry me.

You miserable squealer!

You?

Marry you?

I'd rather walk barefoot through a snake-pit!

You get out of my sight!

Get out, you lousy stool-pigeon!

Oh, some day...

somehow I'll find a way to pay you back!

Both of you!

And now back to...

The trial of Al Capone opened the next day.

The eyes of the nation were on it.

Although the crimes he actually perpetrated

made the indictment seem like a dew drop in the ocean,

it was the only one

the government could legally make stick.

Ness knew that if Capone beat this one,

law enforcement would suffer a drastic loss of prestige.

During the afternoon session,

Ness chose to stay away from the trial.

The possibility that Capone's legal brains department

might get him off, haunted him.

He tried to busy himself

with unfinished chores in his office,

but the tension stayed with him.

Give me a description of Felcher

the way you saw him at Mme. Flora's.

Five eleven, about 45 years old,

sallow complexion, dark hair,

diamond pinky ring on the left hand.

That all?

Weighed about 195.

And...

The eyes.

What color were the eyes?

Brown. Almost black.

Right!

Then how come the description on this driver's license

issued to Charles Felcher... Eyes... blue?

I'd like to see what else we can get

from the Buffalo Police Department.

Let's see a copy of everything they've got on Charles Felcher.

There's one thing sure...

a man's eyes don't usually change color in six years.

She ain't here.

And I don't advise you to wait.

If you don't mind, I'd like to.

Don't look so unfriendly.

I only want to talk to her. Yes,

well, every time you talk to her,

she gets all mixed up.

Maybe you've got to get all mixed up

before you can get straightened out.

Oh, is that what you do for a hobby, save souls?

Not exactly.

You'll drag her down.

All she has to do is be in the same room with you!

I'll handle this, Alice.

Well, what you doin' here?

I got some news for you.

What?

Prosperity just around the corner?

It's about Felcher.

I don't know anyone by that name anymore.

You never did know him, Rusty.

Charles Felcher died April 6, 1925,

as the result of an automobile accident in Buffalo, New York.

He what?

With him in the car were: Archer Grayson,

a lawyer attached to the Immigration Department

in Washington,

a Greek immigrant named Alexander Pondos,

and Pondos' American wife.

1925?

That's right.

He died in 1925, and he was born in 1925.

Now, come on... Felcher was born again

in the person of Alexander Pondos.

Felcher is Pondos?

That's right.

Well, he does have an accent.

I checked with Immigration.

There's no record of Pondos' entry into the United States.

Then what're you talking about?

It wouldn't be hard for a lawyer attached to Immigration

to lift the records out of the files.

Mr. Archy Grayson!

Maybe that's when their partnership began...

Rusty, try and think...

in your association with either of the two men,

did they ever say anything

that had to do with what I just told you?

Well...

I remember

Archy said something about some papers.

What did he say about them?

This is a lot of nonsense.

You're making it all up, you silly thing!

What did he tell you about the papers?

I don't like to be touched

unless it means something, Mr. Ness.

Does it mean something?

I can't help you this time, honey.

But I'll let you know when I'm thinking charity again.

Rusty.

Hello, you silly thing.

Have you forgiven me?

Is that why you're here?

Not only are you forgiven, honey...

but I've thought it all over

and I've decided to let thee endow me

with all thy worldly possessions.

Rusty!

I thought you was gonna marry with Archy.

Only if I can't get those papers

for an engagement present.

I don't think I really have too much trouble though.

Oh, I don't mean for you to wipe him out.

Just worked over.

Very, very thoroughly worked over, the squealer!

All right... I help you out.

All these years

he's got me by those papers, under his thumb.

Only what happens to the papers?

Why, I hand 'em over to you, sweet thing...

for $250,000.

That's a quarter of a million Yankee dollars.

You're turning blue now, Mr. Felcher.

All right!

I buy them for the price!

Well, good!

Meet us at Mme. Flora's.

You remember, the place

where I first broke your heart?

Archy'll have the papers.

I've already laid the groundwork.

You'd better get out of there soon, honey.

I think you're beginning to melt.

Now, you can't blame Mr. Capone's friends

for bein' sore.

Letting Mr. Ness find those books like that.

That was kinda careless of you, honey.

But Mama's gonna take care of that.

I've thought of a way for you

to get back in the good graces of your friends.

How?

Well, Mr. Capone's friends would like

to stop Mr. Pops Felcher, wouldn't they?

Sure, if they could find him.

Well, you just leave that to me.

I'm gonna serve him up to you on a silver platter

with an apple in his mouth, the pig!

And all it'll cost you to be a big man

with your friends again is $100,000.

Rusty had something for Ness, too.

He came to meet her at the same spot as before

in response to a telephone call.

Those immigration papers you were talking about...

they're just a hug and a kiss away.

Then I was right.

You were right, honey.

And I got big plans for them.

But I'd louse them all up.

I'd be foolish, if you'd be foolish.

How do you mean?

I know a place,

way up on top of a mountain...

where the air is so full of moxie

even the statues kiss at night.

The magic only lasts about 48 hours.

One weekend.

That's all you have to lose,

just one weekend, Mr. Ness.

Sounds nice, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass it up.

Even if it means those papers?

Okay.

I wasn't packing my bags yet...

it was just a long shot.

I'm sorry, Rusty.

Yeah, well, you lick your wounds and I'll lick mine.

What about those papers?

Hmm-mm.

I think I've had about enough of this one-sided charity.

You're losing Santa's little helper for keeps, Mr. Ness.

Too bad, too.

Because there's gonna be a big engagement party tonight...

A real noisy gala.

And you just would have been the life of it!

I wonder if I'd've had the will power

to turn down a mountain top with her.

Be worth a lot to her friends,

getting something like that on us.

You think that's what she was up to?

Anyway, how'd I explain it to my wife?

Yeah, she wouldn't understand that at all.

Better follow her.

She said something about a big party tonight.

Made it sound important.

Drink it down! Drink it down!

You was made for each other!

Mmm. Come on, honey.

Come on, everybody... Champagne, everybody!

Come on, to the bride...

Oh, there they go.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

What's that?

Those are our little old passports to freedom, baby,

not to mention our nest egg.

I promised you I'd show them to you.

Hey, give me them.

Immigration papers!

Come on, Rus! No!

Rusty! No!

That's my engagement present!

Rusty!

Rusty, come on, Rusty!

You're gonna get plastered, all of us!

Any of you girls seen Rusty?

Rusty? Oh, what's wrong with him, huh?

I don't know. Shh. He might hear.

Rushing around in here, probably trying to find the bride.

Rusty's timetable was accurate.

No sooner had Pops Felcher and his boys checked in,

than another car full of hoods pulled up.

Untouchable Hobson had trouble recognizing them at first,

then it hit him... Al Capone's death squad.

Rusty's payment of $100,000 had been arranged by Reiner,

and it was now up to Rusty to keep her end of the bargain.

Rusty?!

Are you out here, Rusty?

Oh, come on, baby.

Pops and the boys are here

to celebrate our engagement party!

Rusty?

Okay.

No more, please.

Six years.

Six years, you bleed me.

Six years for a couple of pieces of paper, huh?

Six years you talk for me like I'm dummy.

You can have the papers.

You got the papers, Archy?

Yes.

I...

Rusty, give him the pa...

You!

You tricked me!

Squealers don't get tricked, you silly thing.

They get paid back.

We pay you back now, Archy.

For six years, you talk for me.

Now you take a nice long rest.

No more talk.

You be dummy now.

What are you going to do?

I gonna fix it so you don't talk no more!

No, Pops! No!

Hello. Ness.

Sounds like a hot guest list.

We'll be right there.

Sorry to duck out like this.

Anything you need you'll find in the Capone files,

including a ham sandwich.

Thanks. Good luck tomorrow.

It won't take much to finish him off.

Now, don't do that, honey.

For sentimental reasons.

After all, we were engaged.

At least he didn't ask for his ring back.

He's no Indian giver like some people I know.

I ain't mad anymore, though.

You got the money?

It's all there.

Okay.

You cheap little double-crosser!

You try to pay me off, too, huh?

How much you get for Pops Felcher's life, huh?

100 grand!

That be insult for me!

I bring a half a million.

But I no sore at you, Rusty.

No.

I got great sentiment for you,

like you for Archy, huh?

I don't gonna croak you.

I just want to be sure

no man gonna make kiss-kiss with pretty baby no more.

The Feds!

Come on. FELCHER: No time!

Come on, girls. Come on.

Mr. Ness?

Oh, Mr. Ness.

Hey, if by some chance...

you and I wind up at the same place,

we have a date, okay?

Okay.

Is my lipstick still on?

Still on.

Th-Thanks.

The next day, October 24, 1931,

brought a double victory for Ness.

He heard Judge James H. Wilkerson

fine Al Capone $50,000,

and sentence him to 11 years in the federal penitentiary.

And later was assured

by the Assistant Federal District Attorney's Office

that Charles "Pops" Felcher would be deported

on the evidence of the papers found on his person.

But what would have satisfied Rusty Heller the most

was the arrest of Felcher's American wife.

The charge: possession of stolen goods.

The goods: a $25,000 Russian sable coat.

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