The Prepper Broadcasting Network - The Shadow - The Flight of the Vulture

Episode Date: September 15, 2026

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What evil lurks in the hearts of men Shadow nose The shadow, mysterious character Who aids the forces of law and order, is in reality Lamont Cranston, wealthy young man about town. The shadow uses his hypnotic power

to cloud men's mind so that they cannot see him. Cranston's friend and companion, the lovely Margo Lane, is the only person who knows to whom the unseen voice of the shadow belong. Today's story The Flight of the Vulture

Come on you guys Get those old nags into the barn I'm making shapping I'll work as fast as we can Boy Hey you're in that third stock fans You left headlamps out Okay

Come on come on Come on lock up those vats We'll be here all night Okay Cal State All set The old nags in the bond The thoroughfretts in the stock fans You count them careful

Sure did One old nag nag in the barn for every Durrepret horse we took out. Ten horses in, ten horses out. All right, all right. All right, two men driving those stock vans. You've got your orders. So get going. Okay, boss. Here we go. Come on, come on. Push him along. Roll them fast. But if? Parking. Yeah, boy. All those old makes tight up on their stalls? Yeah. Not a chance of ending them getting out. They're tied fast. All right. Let's go on a pawn.

Right. Open it up. And I guess everything's all set Orders are quiet in that stalls All right Put them out to that straw in the corner Right This place ought to go up like a piece of paper There she goes Calcate

All right, let's get out of here Bolt that door They're beginning to yell good now I guess they know what's up All right, what's the difference They're all old or sick nags They die soon anyway, wouldn't me? I've seen a lot of things in my time

But I don't want to be around When the fire hits them nags Let's scram Calce All right. I'm hungry anyway. Let's go eat. You think this Mr. Calcet is going to show up? He said he would, Clare. Honest Mark, I most wish he wouldn't show up at all. I know how you feel, Clare.

I hate the pot with old Jim myself. Well, that old horse practically raised our Bobby. You know, I'm mindful of the time he waited out in the river when Bobby was drowning. That old horse acted like a human. He pulled alongside so the lad could climb on his back. I wish we could keep old Jim Clare, but what can we do? If we don't pay no taxes, we won't have no home. All I know is we're in want.

I know. The Lord's providing. It ain't for us to wonder why. Blessed be the Lord. Amen. Holder, Margo. Rain up. I just wanted you to feast your eyes on this countryside.

Oh, it is lovely, isn't it? Isn't that? Isn't that hill over there remind you of a scene in one of those old Western movies you saw when you were a kid? See, it does, it's that. All it needs is a silhouette of William Sard on horseback. See, Margot, did you ever know that I almost became a cowboy once? Oh, Lamont, you're kidding. No, that's a fact.

Oh, I don't believe it. I can never picture calling you a Hoot Cranston. I spent a year and a half on a ranch when I was a youngster. Here, I'll prove it to you. Just drop your handkerchief on the ground. Oh, now, wait a minute. Those ranch days are over. Just drop your handkerchief. Okay, Hoot, but take it easy.

All right. Now, back ten paces. Come on, boy. Back. Back. Oh, all right, Margo. Here I come. Well, uh, anyway, you've got the handkerchief. Yeah, yes, but who's going to get my horse? Here it comes back again. Listen, from now on, Hoot, I'd advise you to do all your handkerchief picking up in department stores. I think you're right, Margo.

Hi, Mr. Cranston, Miss Lane. Well, hello, son. Well, Bobby Hefflin, you're getting to be quite a little man. Well, you've grown a lot since the last time we visited the Wentworth. Gee, Miss Lane, you look pretty in that riding suit. Oh, Bobby, bless you, thanks. That Mr. Cranston thinks so, too. Tell you, Lamont, there's nothing wrong with that young man's poise.

Oh, quite there, been young gentleman. I'll have to tear a leaf from his book. Not a bad idea. How are your mother and father, Bobby? Mother's fine, but Dad's Ellen with rheumatism. Oh, it's too bad. Oh, how about your old horse, Jim? I hope he's all right.

There he is. See? over by the barn. Oh, yes. Suppose he remembers this, Bobby. Oh, Jim? Say, he never forgets a friend. Call him.

Hey, Jim. Look at his ears go on. Come on, Jim. Come on, sir. Come on. Oh, he is coming. He remembers you all right, Mr. Cranston. Come on, old fella.

Come on. Oh, he's a wonderful old horse, isn't he? Wonderful. Of course he is. Well, Jim, old boy, how are you? See, Mr. Cranston? You're talking to you. Well, you're a good old horse.

You're one of the finest jumpers I've ever seen. Warn't you, Jim? Not your head, that's it. Can you still laugh, Bobby? Oh, sure. Want to see? Hey, Jim, give Miss Lane a smile. He's not smiling, he's laughing at me.

Well, Bobby, we must be going alone. Thanks for a very interesting little exhibition. You're welcome. Goodbye, Miss Lane. Goodbye, Mr. Cranston. Bye, Bobby. So long, Jim. Bye, Bobby.

Bye, Bobby. Come on, Jim. Let's go and get you some water. Gee, Jim, someday I'm going to get a nice riding suit like Mr. Cranston had. Then you and me will ride way over to Martinsville. Hey, Bobby. Come here, son.

Oh, par? Miss Lane and Mr. Cranston were just here. They're visiting the Wentworth. That's all. You just missed them. Oh, did I? That's too bad. Hey, Hept.

You go to the house, son. Your ma, won't you? Can I take him to water first? No, no, son. You leave Jim here. This gentleman wants to look him over. Look him over? What for?

Are you a veterinary, mister? No, kid. I... Bobby, go to the house. I'll tell you all about it later. All right, Paul. Don't talk in front of the boy, Mr. Calcade.

Old Jim's the apple of his eye. I guess the old horse loves a boy just about as much. Yeah, kids are funny. They can get attached to any old miserable nag. Yeah. Well, I told you. Oh, Jim didn't amount too much as you figure horse flesh.

Certainly a bag of bones, all right. But he means a lot to folks hear about. Well, if anyone's willing to pay more than $20 for them, they'll bet on my price. $20. Is that what you're offering me? Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you $35. Now, before you answer me, look at my stock van out there on the road.

See them old nags? What? Well, I bought the push of them for what I'm offering you for this one. All right. All right, the horse is yours. Treat him well You've been a good old fella Yeah

Don't worry about that Mr. I know how to treat horses Yep We're old Jim Ah Bobby Go back to the house son Go back That man

He's taking old Jim away Where's he taking him Paul? Where's he? Look Look son You You love your ma and Pa don't you?

Yes, Paul And old Jim too I love him Yes I know you do We all do But son You know me or your ma wouldn't do anything out and out wrong, don't you?

Yes, Paul. Well, you'd believe me if I tell you we were in danger of losing the farm. Yes, Paul. You know, Jim never refused to do anything to help us. No, never, but, Paul. Listen to me now, son. All right, Paul. That's what Jim's doing now.

He's helping us, same as always. Helping us keep her farm. And you got to help, too, son. But being a little man now, you... But, Paul, how's Jim helping us by going away with that man? Well, son, it's like this. We need money, need it bad. Taxes to pay.

Pa, you ain't sold, Jim. Answer me, Pa. Yes, son, we had to. Oh, no, no. Oh, don't, Papa, get him back. Easy now, son. Pa, Jim's our friend. Do people sell a friend?

No, no. Would you sell me, Paul? Oh, Lord bless you, no, son, of course not. You sold Jim? Son, I'm trying to make you understand. There's a lot of things people have to do against their will. This is one of those things. Don't you understand that?

No, Pa. Well, you will someday. Someday you'll understand. Now, come on, son. Let's go to your ma. Pa, look, that man. He's making Jim get in with those other boys. Don't look over there, son.

Come to the house now. He's weapon, Jim. Come on, son. Come on. No, make them stop. Make him let Jim go. Son. Jim.

Come back, son. You can't do that. Come back, son. Got to save Jim. Bobby. Here, son. Take this for your ma'am. Come on, like the doctor said you ought to.

Do people... A friend, Pa? Oh. Jim. Jim. Your Paul's gone to get Jim back, son. Now won't you take this? So, you'll get a little bit of...

sleep. Jim. Jim. Never come back. Never. Oh, Lord of mercy. Ain't nothing to be done for our little tight. Nothing. Oh, don't, Mrs. Hefflin, don't give way. Here, let me have that medicine. He closed an eye in two days. Margo? Yes, I'm on. Take the spoon. All right. Bobby. Bobby, none listen to me. This is Mr. Cranston. Mr. Cranston? Yes. Mr. Cranston.

Mr. Cranston, I... I... I saw you coming over hill. Riding old Jim. Bobby, will you drink this for me? It'll put you to sleep. And when you wake up, we'll talk about Jim. Well, when you bring him back?

Yes, Bobby, I will. Oh, Mr. Cranston. If you do, I'll, I'll pray for you. The little gin. Oh, Bobby. Thank you, Bobby. Now, will you take the medicine? Here we are.

That's it. Take a good, long drink, son. Oh. And just a little more. There, that's fine. Now, lie back and sleep. Sleep, wake up. Talk about Jim

Talk about Oh Jim Bobby Son Oh you've done it Praise be the Lord You've done it He's going off to sleep

Oh thanks heaven He certainly needs it badly Well there's only one thing to do Old Jim will have to be brought back Back What do we give the farm if need me to get him Poor Marks walked his shoes there trying to find that Mr. Calcad. Nobody knows him hereabout.

You say nobody knows this man, Calcad? None that we can find. He just come around and paid us $35 for Jim. And he loaded him in a van with three other old horses and went on his way. And that's all we know about him. For all of us, he may be on the other side of the country. $35? That's right.

Yeah. The dealer in old horse. It's strange. Listen, there's Mark coming up the porch now. Good. Good. Do hope he has some word. Oh.

Oh, Mr. Cranston. Miss Lane. Hello, Mark. Mark. Come to see the little tight, did you? Yes, ma'am. That's mighty nice, how you? How is he, Clara?

Mark, he's asleep. Oh, good. Good. Oh, ain't no use in me asking. I can see it in your eyes. You didn't? find him. No, Clara, I didn't. Oh, Mark. Mark, what are we going to do? Easy, Clara. Girl, ain't no use you putting yourself down, too. No trace at all he, Mark?

Traces, yeah, but that's all. I ran into a couple of farmers that sold him horses, but he'd gone. Old horses? Some old, some sick or blind. Margo? I promised that boy I'd bring old Jim back. Well, maybe I can't, but I'm going to give an idea. I have a good fling. Oh, good for you, Lamont. Mr. Hepburn. If I stir anything up, Mark, I'll get in touch with you right away. In the meantime, don't lose hope. Thank you, Mr. Cratch. Good night. Good night. Well, Vermont, let's see now. You've got the whole state and a couple of million people. And out of all that, you've got to find one Mr. Cal State, trader and old horses.

How do you think you're going to bring about that you momentous social event? Well, suppose we start by calling on some farmers. Or rather, let me correct myself, suppose the shadow starts by calling on some farmers. Caled Sage, you see? He never heard of him? Never? Night of four last he was here. Bought Moulson horse. Long about noon today he came, but I had not to go.

For I come from Alabama for my true love for to see. Oh. Sorry to interrupt your song, but I'm pressed for time. Pull up. Whoa, there, mustard plaster. Whoa. Oh, there. And who's that addressing rub us?

Wherever you is, come on out Monday, that hay. That ain't no place for talking with a job. gentlemen. I'm not hiding in your load of hay, Rufus. I'm sitting right beside you. Yeah, you see you? On our chicken fitters I don't eat. What kind of game you're all playing? I don't see nobody aside me. You can't see me, Rufus. I have the power to cloud men's minds and make myself invisible. Oh, Lord, help me. You're not afraid, are you, Rufus? Afraid. Mr. I'm scared still. I mean no harm. I simply want to ask you a few questions. Well, you, you ain't the man from down below, is you? Because if you're...

given you is. I want to tell you this. I'm not the man from down below. I'm the shadow. Yes. I want to ask you if you know a man by the name of Calcad. Boss, I swear I never met the gentleman my whole life. He's a horse trader. The horse trader?

Yes. Horse trader, you see. Well, there's a gentleman was buying a horse from my boss tonight. Yes? What kind of horse? Well, sir, he ain't low county. An old horse? No, sir.

Rufus, don't mention a word of this to a soul. I want to follow that man When he leaves your boss's farm Remember now Not a word Mr. Shattle After this I don't reckon I'll be able to open my mouth For at least four days

Faster, Muggle Faster I've got it right down the floor now It's no use Muggle Carhead has given us to slip Well are you sure it was Calcet? Positive He had two horses in the van

Bought one from Rufus' boss It was Calcet all right We've lost him Well he couldn't out ride with that van. He must have turned in one of those side roads back there. Maybe. Turn back, Margo.

We'll scour the countryside. We've got to get a line on Calcate. Okay, Hockey, the stock vans with a thoroughbred's got to wait safe. Now we've got to work fast. Pall up that haynady in store. Right, boys. Hey, you think that car on the road was tailing us, Calcathes? I don't know, but I ain't taking any chances.

Got to burn up those old eggs fast. Well, there won't be anything left to prove anything when we get through here. Hey, but look, Calcate, we've been pretty lucky so far with all the staples we've been, Brennan. But how much longer are we going to get away with it? Yeah, let me worry about that. Ah, that's that nag old Jim we've had so much trouble with. Ah, the one that belong to the kids?

Yeah, that's the one. Hey, uh, how's that, Calcet? I got all the hay piles up. Oh, that's swell. Now, drop a match on it. Oh, gee, this is the part that I don't like, boy. Shut up and do what I tell you. Well, that'll take care of it, all right.

Now, let's get out and shut the nags in. Yeah, I'm clear to get out. Come on, stupid, make it snapping. I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying. Gee, I don't like this business. Keep quiet. All right, that's got it. Let's get in a car and scrim.

Come on out, Muggle. They've gone. Thank heaven. Phew, the brammer's at my face old scratch. That was a strange performance, wasn't it? I don't understand it, Lamont. They took ten third red horses out of that bar and then put ten old ones into it.

Yes. I wish we could have been near enough to hear what those two were talking about. Lamont, look. What? Margo, it's smoke. The barn's on fire. The horses that'll be burned up. Oh, Lamar, we've got to get them out.

Hurry, Margo, hurry. So what are you going to do? Stand back, Mago. I'm going to do it. No, Munger. You can't do that. Well, you can't handle all those horses alone, Lamar. All right.

Release those in the tennis store. Fire hasn't reached there yet. They'll run for the door. Well, how are you going to get the other to pass the plane? I'll blindfold them with my coat. Work fast, Bago. Be careful, Lama. Come on, boy.

Come on. Come on, boy. Have we got them all? No, I think so. Who is so blinded me so I can't see to come. Yeah. Let's see now they... There were ten.

Mago. What is it, Lamont? Jim. Where's Jim? Oh, Lamont. He's not out here. Jim! Come inside, Margo.

I've got to get him. Oh, you can't go in there now. Lamont's a side wall's ready to come down. I've got to, Mago. I've got to get Jim. Lamont! Kind of an insurance outfit is this. How long do I have to wait, Macy?

Sit down, Mr. Carlseid, and call myself now. Check's being drawn. That's to be okayed by several officials first. Oh, uh, by the... way, Mr. Colseid, this is the fifth time in two months that you've lost a stable full of horses. Rather unusual, isn't it? And it enough that I lost my fine-blooded stock without being tied up in red tape. And answering your silly questions?

Are you laughing at me? I didn't laugh. I laughed, Calcad. You... Hey, what is this? Who's doing a talking? It is I, Calcad. The shadow.

The shadow? Why, this is screwy? I hear the guy and I don't see him. No, Calcedon. Calsade, you can't see me, and that's too bad. You can't see how sorry I am for your pathetic plight, the loss of your fine-blooded stock. The stock, yeah.

In fact, you don't realize how completely you've lost them. This time you failed, Calcad. What are you... Your ten thoroughbreds are in the hands of the police, and so are the rest of your gang. What is this a gag? Fire chief told me the horses were all burned up. Did you see the charred remains when you return to the barn after the fire?

I know. Chief said they'd already been removed. That's right. He acted in accordance with instructions from the shadow. That's a lie. You're trying to trick me. The ten old horses you substituted for the insured stock are alive and well. You've been doing this vicious thing again and again all over the country. But at last, the police have enough evidence to send you away for the rest of your life.

You can't prove nothing. I have his signed claim, Shadow. Good. Open that door, Mr. Macy. The police are waiting for you outside, Calcade. Well, package is all set, Margo. How about the note? Here you, Alamont.

All right. Read it to me, will you, Margo? Mm-hmm. Dear Bobby, enclosed is your riding habit, made just exactly like Mr. Cranston. Old Jim's blanket should reach you before you get this. Mm-hmm.

We are both looking forward to our ride over to Martinsville with you and Jim. Love. Good. I'll put it right on top. All right. There, yeah. Well, can you think of anything else we might do for the boy, Mogo? Well, you could teach him your handkerchief trick.

Oh, no. Hoot Cranston does not ride again.