Hopalong Cassidy1952

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Hopalong Cassidy:
[voice-over] Red Connors and I had ridden the 50 miles from the town of Twin Rivers to attend the funeral of my old friend Clem Watson, sheriff of Pima County. Clem's death had come as the climax of a strange series of bank burglaries in the surrounding counties, each spaced exactly a month apart. And in each, the method of operation would be the same. An elderly woman would come into the bank to open an account. That night, someone would break into the bank, manipulate the combination to the safe, and make off with its contents. But not until the robbery of the bank in Pima City, had the old lady been connected with the burglaries. Two days ago, the banker there advised the woman on some investments. That evening, returning to his office to take care of some unfinished work...