- Whispering Smith: [narrating] Their names were Thad Janeck and Clay Wiley. On the afternoon of July 7, 1868, they blazed their way into our bank in Denver, gunned down our banker, Sam Gallagher and forced his daughter, Mary, to open the vault for them. They stuffed two canvas bags full of gold and greenbacks and rode off with 71,000 dollars. That's a big chuck of money to take out of a town with a population of 6000. On our police force there were only nine men. I'm a detective on the force - name's Smith. My partner's George Romack. We take our orders from our chief, John Richards, and his orders had been to bring back the money and the men who stole it. We had the men, all right, but not the money - and only one man could lead us to it... and he was blind.
- Thad Janeck: I sure want to thank you, Smith, for delivering me here safe and sound - even digging up the money for me. By rights, I oughta give you a reward, let you keep a thousand or two, but I'm greedy. I want to keep it all for myself.
- Whispering Smith: That's what I figured, but it won't work, Janeck.
- Thad Janeck: That's not what this rifle says.
- Whispering Smith: What does it say?
- Thad Janeck: Ya really want to know? Well, listen good!
- [Janeck shoots Smith at point blank range]
- Thad Janeck: There'll be another time, Smith. I got my eyes back anyway. Next time, I'll have my own gun.
- Whispering Smith: You got your eyes back, all right, but you want to know something? You still can't see.
- [last lines]
- Whispering Smith: [narrating] As for Thad Janeck, he played blind man's bluff and lost. He proved a fact that men who wore a badge have always known - that every man has five senses, but a lawman has a sixth sense... the sense that warns him when a rattlesnake is coiled and ready to strike.