The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow 018 - The White Legion

Episode Date: March 31, 2026

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Shadow nose. The Bull dealers present radio's strangest adventurer, the Shadow. Mystery man who strikes terror into the very heart of shops, the lawbreakers, and criminals. Today, Blue Coal brings you the Shadow's latest adventure, The White Legion. Ladies and gentlemen, in just a moment, our last adventure with the Shadow for this season, will begin. In the meantime, let's give a thought to the special heating problems of the spring

season. Springtime means warm days, cool days, showers and uneven temperatures that bring colds and sniffles. So guard against uncertain weather. Burn blue coal in your heating plant. For blue cold protects against varying temperatures. Its harmless blue color is your guarantee of steadier, more dependable heat at less cost. So when you're buying fuel, insist on blue coal. It's Pennsylvania's finest anthracite. Order a trial ton from your nearest blue coal dealer tomorrow. And listen for the shadow's important message at the end of the program. Smith, will you bring me those papers?

Yes, Mr. Devons. Which one of you is William Devons? Right here. What can I do for you? We want you, Devons. Stop. Drop that legend to get your hat. I've got your covered. Set up against the wall.

Oh, they've got that song. Let Colby. What do you mean barging into my office? Do you told. The White Leach and watch you, Devons, and we go in wherever we have business. Move. Shut up! How do you stand back? We're the White Legion, and Mr. Devons is going to learn a lesson he'll never forget.

The prisoner, William Devons, have confessed his part in a conspiracy against the sacred institutions of the White Legion. We give him to the All-High Commander. Let the accused know his fate. Have you anything to say, Devons? I plead, will you? Don't kill me. I've got a wife and children. Silence.

Ah! Please, let me go. Give him another taste of the whip. He will secure the prisoner and stand him over the trap door. Don't open the trap. I'd find you in, Margo, and up. How about a little shopping with me this morning? I'd love it, Lamont. But isn't ten o'clock a trifle early for you?

Not this morning, at any rate. I already paid a call on Commissioner Weston on my way over. Poor man's up to his neck as usual. What's the trouble now? Well, he's got quite a few things on his mind, one of them being William Devons. William Devons? Isn't he the Chief of the Bureau of Market?

He was. But this morning, his body was found far out at sea-bound hand and foot and apparently thrown from a ship. Oh. Peculiar, atrocious murder. Good heavens, Lamar. Any clues? So far none. Another thing bothering the commissioner is the matter of this white legion.

The white legion? It's a band of men calling themselves Avengers of Injustice. We're taking the law into their own hands. Terrorizing, assaulting, and abducting often in broad daylight and in the most unexpected places. Well, that's strange. I haven't seen anything about it in the papers.

So far, it's been kept out of the papers, but in spite of that, enough has gotten out so the demands of being made of Weston that something be done immediately. Poor Commissioner Weston. He seems to have his hands full. And on top of all that young Alton Parker's life has been threatened. He's the assistant district attorney, you know.

He's life threatened, why? Well, Parker's prosecuting the case against Red Collins, the gangster accused of killing Boss Houseman a couple of months ago. The trial comes up this week. Oh, it's all sinister politics, I suppose. Weston seemed to think the White Legion was mixed up in that, too. Then the White Legion has some connection with politics? It's possible.

However, if we're going to start suspecting people, we could begin at the top of the City Hall crowd and go to the bottom. It's Weston's problem, not ours. Want to go shopping with me? Why not? What are we going for? Oh, a little exercise and a few shirts. Come along.

Linens and embroidery the next aisle over, madamie. Look, darling, don't you think this airplane luggage is just the thing for our trips out? Oh, it's nice, dear, but I can't seem to enthuse about this trip somehow, Alton. We've planned so many times before and now this latest development. Oh, I'm terribly worried, dear. Now, please, Helen. District attorneys are always getting threatening letters. They don't mean a thing.

And Mr. Lawrence promise just as soon as this Red Collins case is finished, I can pack up and go. We start trial tomorrow. It can't last more than a week. I know. I'm sorry to be so silent as. Alton! What's the matter, dear? Those two men I saw when we came in the store, they're coming this way.

Helen, please don't let you imagine. I'll let you know my pocket. You keep your mouth shut, Mrs. Parker, and stand right here. What are you trying to do? A white Legion wants to ask you some questions, Parker. Is that so? Well, take this. Stop!

Stop! All right. All right, we stand back to a lot of you. This is an arrest. Drag him out, Keek. Get back there. We're office. He arrested somebody.

Must be his wife. She's fainted. Look out. Will you please clear the aisle, please? The guy. They put that guy in a car and drove off with him. The cop at the corner went after him. Somebody, please look after her.

I'd better phone the police. Yes, I'll take care of it. Is she all right, Margot? I think so, Lamar, just fainted. I'd thank your pardon. This must be her husband's briefcase. Papers. Cut it all over.

I'll pick him up. Here. Let me help you. There, now. They've notified the police. Who is your husband? He's the assistant district attorney. Alton Parker.

Alton Parker? Those men who took them away, they're from the White Legion. I heard them say it. Oh, please, please do something. Will you come to the first aid room, madam? They're sending over detectives. Oh, yes. Please, I...

Oh, I feel so weak. Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Parker. I'm Hartley-Klaze, owner and publisher of the globe. Is this your husband's briefcase? Yes. Well, I'll be very glad to deliver to the district to turn his office if you say so. There may be valuable papers, you know. Oh, yes.

If you will, please. Thank you, Mr. Clay. Now, if you come right this way, please, Mrs. Parker. Thank you. Excuse me, Mr. Crees. Who, who you? Oh, well, uh, what do you make of this? If what she says is true, it's more of the White Legion's handiwork.

Oh, do you think so? I understand they were mixed up in the murder of Boss Houseman. Oh, that's pure hearsay. There was no real evidence. Still, Red Collins is going to trial for shooting Boss Houseman, and Alton Park is slated to prosecute it all hangs together, doesn't it? Well, I suppose so. Anyway, I intend to take this matter up editorially in my paper this very afternoon.

The Globe has kept away from the White Legion up to now. so much politics mixed up in it, you know. Yes, I know. But this is terrible. I'll see what Commissioner Weston is doing about it. Well, I must go along now. Oh, wait, let me see. Is that paper on the floor out of this briefcase?

Yes? No. It seems to be nothing for a sales folder. Special today. White good sale. Oh, yes, I see. Well, I'll get this briefcase down to the District Attorney's office. Glad to have met you, sir.

Very glad to have met you, Mr. Crave. Oh, there you are, Markle. Sure right now? Yes, but suffering from Sharpow Woman. Oh, this is an outrage, Lamar. You ought to do something. The shadow ought to do something. I imagine you're right.

Where did you get those papers? I think they fell out of Alton Park's briefcase, and they're rather important, I believe. You see the title on them? Yes. Evidence, the state versus Red Collins. But why are you... Oh, I'm beginning to see it.

Yes. The shadow is doing something about the White Legion, Margo. What's more, I expect to have a very busy afternoon. It's a message from the commander, isn't it? Yeah, I've got it, Mr. Claes. S, you, N, M, M, A, R, 2, O, 1-1-1. Hey, well, sir, I'll put it on your desk. Thank you.

See who that is at the door. Yes, sir. Tell you up, Mr. Clay. I'll take it back. Thank you. A telegram for you, Mr. Clay's. Telegram. What can this meet?

Oh, here. Yes. Congratulations on your splendid editorial in this afternoon's globe. It was almost convincing. What? Signed. The shadow. What? The shadow. Stop trembling, you fool.

But if the shadow is after... Do you take care of the shadow, just as we take care of the rest of them? He can't bluff me. Wait, the door's opening. Pardon the intrusion, Mr. Clay's. Who is that? Who speaks? I am the one they call the shadow. He's here.

In this room. I've heard of you in your tricks, Shadow. Where are you? are you? Here. Why honor me with your presence? As a newspaper editor, I thought you might like to hear the news. What news?

The White Legion is about to be exposed. The White Legion? Exposed? I presume you'll want to run an extra on that. Why, yes, of course. I'm sure I'll be very pleased. Fair-minded citizens of this city and state can force an expose of that organization. You sound like your own editorials, Mr. Clay's.

If you're insinuating that I have some connection with the White Legion, you're very much mistaken. I never insinuate, Mr. Clay's. Before the shadow continues its adventure, I want to give you a message from blue coal dealers throughout the country. As announced earlier, this is the final shadow broadcast of the winter series. Blue coal dealers take this opportunity to express their great appreciation for the many letters they have received praising these broadcasts. They are also deeply grateful to New England families who have favored blue coal with a volume of business which has created a sensation in the fuel industry in New England this winter. We are, of course, happy that so many families have learned through experience that blue coal an American product

is Pennsylvania's finest anthracite. It is the best quality fuel that can be used. For not only is blue coal safe, clean and convenient, it is economical too. The Glenaldon Coal Company, who mine Blue Coal, have prepared it especially for home use. No wonder, blue coal sales in New England, have increased more than 28% this winter compared to the same period a year ago. You may be sure that the high standards of quality which have been responsible for this increase in business will be maintained at all times. So take a tip from blue coal families and for better, more economical heat, switch to blue coal tomorrow. Ask for it by name. Order a trial ton from your nearest blue coal dealer.

His name is listed in the where-to-buy-buy section of your classified telephone directory under the name Blue Coal. Let me see those notes, Margo. What makes you think Hartnick Clay's Mixed up with this White Legion Lamont? A little deductive reasoning, Margot. I've noticed that since this White Legion stuff has broken in the papers, Clay's paper, the Globe, has been deliberately playing it down.

Clay's editorial policy seems to be that the atrocities of the White Legion have been greatly exaggerated. It does sound peculiar. Exactly. Clay seemed rather confused when I appeared to him this afternoon as the shadow. This may clean up matters. What are you got there? It's a copy I made of a memorandum that was on Clay's desk.

Let's see. Oh, what in the world does it mean these two words? Convocation Water Chapel. Then this string of letters and numbers, S-U-N-M-A-R-2-0-1-1. Doesn't make sense. Yes, it does. S-U-N is Sunday.

M-A-R is March. And then 20-11, Convocation Water Chapel, Sunday, March 20th, at 11. But that's today. Yes, probably at 11 tonight. And I have an idea that the Water Chapel is the place where they're holding Alton Parker, prisoner. We're going to find out. Bring the car and meet me in the block next to Clay's house

at 8 o'clock, Margo. Yes. If Clay's is going to that meeting, we'll follow him. Slow down, Margo. I want to get too close to Hartley Clay's car. This fog rolling in will be lucky if we don't lose them entirely. Can you see their car through the field glasses, Lamar? Yes, it's turned down that side road toward the bay. There's a small shack on the edge of the water. Fog's getting heavier makes it hard to see. That shack must be the place they call the water chapel Yes It's apparently right on the edge of the channel

It goes out to sea You better stop here, Margot Let's get out All right, Lamont There's a small inlet here We can see better now That fog doesn't get any sicker There's a motorboat tied up the wharf

Three cars parked nearby, wait Clay's and the man with them are getting out They're going toward the shack I don't see any light in the place Someone's opening the joint Yes There's a figure dressed in a long white robe and a mask with a white cap on his head. Oh.

They've gone inside. Blas, that fog is getting so thick I can't see the place in the Lord. What are you going to do now? Somehow, I've got to get out there. And I'd just as soon not go by the front door. Oh, look, Lamont. This old robo lying in the inlet. Good idea, Margot.

There seems to be only one oar, but I can paddle with that. This inlet apparently leads down into the channel. Oh, Lamont, please be careful. There's a terrible current rushing out to see. And in that fog, you won't be able to see anything. Oh, I'll be all right, but... If you don't hear from me, by six o'clock in the morning

get in touch with Commissioner Weston. Give him the location of this place and warn him to bring a few men with him. Yes. If I get what I expect, I won't need him. What do you expect again? Enough evidence to wipe out the White Legion from top to bottom. All right, Parker, get yourself ready to meet the judgment of the White Legion. What judgment?

A judgment of death. I'll be back for you in a minute. Judgment of death. Alton Parker. Who? Who's that? Come to help you. Shut up.

Keep your chin up and do what they tell you. Step out, Parker, and follow me. This meeting of the comrades of the White Legion will come to order. First defender, present the accused. The accused stands before you, all, high, commander. First recorder. The prisoner, Alton Parker. having committed acts against the order of the White Legion,

acts that we consider detrimental to the good of our city, we have signed his order of punishment. With the consent of the comrades, we give him into your hands. Let him be accused, know his faith. Alton Parker, have you anything to say? Yes, yes I have. I was to have prosecuted a murderer tomorrow, a man known as Red Collins,

who by your help and instigation killed Al High. houseman, your political rival. It's common knowledge that this white legion of yours sides with the party in power at City Hall. And all your sanctimonious chatter about the good of our city doesn't fool anybody. Prosecuting criminals is my job.

And if that prosecution endangers the lives and reputations of one political clique or another, it's no concern of mine. What a short, Parker? You have one more minute. I know why you're getting rid of me because your white legion is mixed up and the worst scandal this state has ever known. And I know what that scandal is.

If you with your robes and masks, knew what that scandal is, you wouldn't be members of this gang. You'd ask your leaders what kind of money-grafting racket they're running. Ask him, the one that sits there on his mock throne. Who tore off my mask? You fools, get back. Here it is, Commander. The strap broke.

That's odd. I could have sworn I felt someone here. Come to order, men. Stand the accused over the trap. For a sentence to die, I'll tell you. Mr. Parker, you'll pay for this. All of you. There's a power beyond your reach that'll make you pay.

If you mean the shadow. When the time comes, we'll deal with the shadow in a way he won't forget. Silence. Stand ready at the trap. Give me that rope. I want to dispose of Mr. Parker myself. Ready?

The trap is ready. In another half hour, Alton Parker's body will be far at sea. The vengeance of The White Legion is now completed. We've called the Shadow's bluff. Mr. Weston speaking.

Good morning, Commissioner. Oh, it's you, Shadow. This morning, they're bringing Red Collins to trial for the murder of Boss Housemen. Do you think I don't know about... May, Commissioner, this is urgent. When the trial starts, have a man stationed at each entrance to the courtroom.

Don't let anyone in or out without your authority, and wait yourself by the main entrance. I think you'll have a surprise. What's the idea? I'll do it if you're telling you. I can't tell you anything more now, Commissioner, except this. Greed it the rest of your life.

Well, I don't know what you're planning, but it'd better be good. Be reprimanded for his insults to mean the district attorney. Proceed with the case, please. Very well. Paid you to murder boss Hausman. Defense objects, Your Honor. Objection sustained. All right, Your Honor.

Perhaps you'll answer this question, Collins. Were you ever a member of the White Legion? I was not. I told you that once before, already. Defense requests that the prosecutor stick to the case in hand. The murder of Al Houseman. case in hand as the defense and everybody else knows goes far beyond the prosecution of this gangster. Why?

Extructions of the notorious gang known as the White Legion. Why don't you go to the case at hand? The district attorney seems to have some trouble doing that. Here. Look at this note, Collins. Do you deny sending that to Houseman the day before he was killed? Sure. I wrote the letter and said it to him.

I told you that once already, so. Why? Why did you write him such a threatening letter? The scaring into paying me the money, he yelled me. That's why. I told you that once, too. There's someone in this courtroom who wishes to be sworn as a witness? Where are you?

Who are you? I am. Must be concluded. If this shadow accuses me, let him present evidence. Yes, whoever you are. Pinned the hearing. No. Until I present the evidence for conviction.

It wasn't in my briefcase. Killing me wouldn't have destroyed it, because it's right here. It was kidnapped in the store. These papers were sent to Commissioner Weston. enough evidence to send Red Collins to the electric chair to put an end murdering gang of hypocrites who call themselves the White Legion Hartney Clay's!

Stick out your hands, please. You're sitting a pair of handcuffs on you, Mr. You'll be locked up and charged with the murder of William Devons, among others. For the presentment of new charges to the grand jury. Those charges will show that the city funds have been tampered with. They will name the six leaders of the White Legion, including its all-high commander, the brains and moving force of its murderous atrocities.

The man who sits on the bench at this moment, Judge Matthew Rusco. No, for a minute at the defense table. Right. There's one thing more. This public tribute to the one who, more than any other, is responsible for this triumph of justice. The one who calls himself the shadow. The colds heating expert.

But before we hear, Mr. Barkler, we want to remind you that at the close of the program, the shadow himself has an interesting message for you. Be sure to listen. And now, Mr. Berkeley. Thank you, Ken. And now a word about heating hot water this summer. Many listeners have had the experience of preparing to take a shower

only to discover the hot water supply has been exhausted. Now, this condition should not exist in any home. There can always be an unlimited supply of hot water when you heat it with the efficient and up-to-date hot water tank heaters that manufacturers are turning out today. These heaters are still known in many communities as bucket a day or pot stoves. Their cost is trifling,

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Thank you, Mr. Barclay. And now, ladies and gentlemen, that interesting message we promised you. The part of Lamont Cranston and The Shadow has been played by one of the most distinguished figures in the theatre today. Mr. Orson Wells, famous for his production of Shakespeare and Modern Dress, a director of the Mercury Theatre,

producer of Broadway hits like Julius Caesar, and the Shoemaker's Holiday. Mr. Wells, still a very young man, is making for himself a unique place in the field of dramatic art. We have been indeed fortunate in having Mr. Wells on our shadow programs. But now I know all of you would like to hear. a few words from Mr. Webb. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Words can hardly express my great enjoyment in doing this program for you. And now before I leave you, I want to thank our sponsors, Blue Coal, for giving me the opportunity of doing this show. I want to thank our cast for the wonderful work they've done

throughout our entire season. And above all, I want to thank you, our listeners, for your loyalty. We all hope you've enjoyed listening to the shows as much as we have playing them. You know, in the theater, we can see our audience. We're able to tell how well we're received by the applause we get. Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing how much you've enjoyed us over the air.

Wait, Orson, may I make a suggestion? I certainly, Agnes Moorhead, or should I say Margo Lane? There is a way. If you've enjoyed this program and would like to let Mr. Wells and all of us know about it, simply phone your nearest blue-cold dealer and tell him so tomorrow morning. Tell him how much you've enjoyed the adventures of the shadow. A very fine idea, Agnes. And now, ladies and gentlemen, good night and goodbye.

Thank you, Mr. Wells. And let's all take Agnes Moorhead's suggestion and give the cast the volume of applause they deserve. Phone your nearest blue-cold dealer tomorrow morning. Tell him how much you've enjoyed the adventures of the shadow and that you'd like the shadow programs to resume again in the fall. You have just heard a dramatized version of one of the many copyrighted stories which appear in the Shadow magazine,

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