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Well, hello there, how are you, my dear, Well, I hope I know things have been a bit sticky as of late, but while you're here, all of that melts away. These walls, concrete and thick as they are, keep most things out and perhaps some things in. What's that? Oh no, no, no, probably not. These walls are strong, tough, powerful, unlike those well, those walls of Jericho. Come in. Welcome, I'm e. G. Marshall. Welcome to the fear you can hear. Welcome to the world of terrifying imagination. We are about to bring you a tale of magic.

What a word magic? What do we mean by magic? What are we thinking when we say something is magical? By only that we do not understand how it came to be, or even what it is that came to be, or, for that matter, if it ever really did come to me. I was standing between the windows, those two big windows, you know, the ones with the great pier glass in between, and I was looking straight ahead, so I can't say that I saw the door open, because I didn't. But all of a sudden there was this terrible confusion.

Men jumping from their chairs, some looking frightened, half out of their wits, others with expressions of joy in anticipation, some of them crying out. Whom was it horror? Was it surprise? Was it delight? I couldn't tell. It was all mixed. Up and. Horror. Mystery drama The Walls of Jericho was written especially for the mystery, read by elst Eric and stars Robert Dryden. It is sponsored in part by Anheuser Bush Incorporated Brewers a Budweiser. I'll be back shortly with that one. Anything can have magic, a name, a poem, a faith, a touch, a phrase of music, a sudden, silent thought that brushes across the mind.

But it won't be captured. No, not magic, for magic merely happens. Watch out ready or not? Here it comes. It's cold in here, don't you think it worth? Drindle's gone to touch another log? It Bear's hurry on the fire that burned itself out completely. It's asking a bit much, isn't it a drendle to hurry? I suppose one shouldn't ask too much? Ah, poor old Drindle? How old is he now? Probably your guess, Ashley, and I wouldn't have it one. He's been steward at the club since before I became a member. Ah, here he comes. I don't like to see him carrying along red size.

Rindle. Ah, you were wanted something, miss Ashley. Half an hour ago, Drindle, I asked a brand in soda. But you have your brand name, miss Ashley. Ah, but have I my soda, haven't you? Oh? Oh you haven't. I get it for you right away, sir, right away. Possess your soul, impatience. The club should really start to think of retiring him, wouldn't you say? Stop to think? And so revenue? We never actually get on with the thinking, do it? Hello? Anybody have you seen this? Who's making that record? Higgins just came in? Oh have you seen this?

Have you seen what? I just took it off the bulletin board went through. Now you're president of the club. You should be the first who read it. About it's four o'clock in the afternoon of January twelve. The devil will come down the chimney of the fireplace in the member's lounge. Let's see that. I just as minute took it off the bulletin board. Who's playing jokes around here? Now? This? Did anyone here put this notice up on the bulletin board? And let me see it winter at four o'clock in the afternoon of January twelfth, the devil will come down the chimney of the fireplace in the members Lade, that fireplace right there, so very interesting, not interesting at all, just a feeble attempt to be funny.

It wasn't on the bulletin board this morning. Ward was from there an hour ago when I came in from dinner. I wasn't tut work, and I said, into the sea. Somebody put it there. The devil could have put it there, old rabbie, Well he might have. He's very ingenious. I've heard. Let's not let ourselves be carried away. And mister Ashley said, what is it? You are so down, sir, Well shut it down? And then have you seen this? Oh? What is it? Mister Higgins found it pint of the bulletin board here read it. At four o'clock Jui twelfth, the devil shimmy the fire placing Members Lodge.

Ah, what does it mean? It means that the devil will come down that jimney at four o'clock on January quest that's. What it means. Or surely not, mister Higgins, definitely not It's a joke, isn't it. Of course it is. But on the other hand, really cut with you and your other Hell, let's. Mark it down as a joke until we know better. At least until then, anyway, until the afternoon of January twelfth, at four o'clock, which has. Come to the table. Don't please every one of them. They all still get cold, those clods. Don't blame me.

If it's world. I've bamboozled them like a bunch of noodles. There are anytime you'd care to say what you're talking about. I'm all here. If the thing goes meantime comes down, he esteemed high and mighty members of the Ralph Waldo Emerson Gentlemen's Club, from the President, the Exalted Mister Amos Winfer, bobs down and imbeciles. Now you didn't. You're making trouble digit that remains to be seen, because they're just waiting for an excuse to give you the sack. You're not so young anymore. I know that matha not. Always strictly teetotal on the job. I suspect I'm never drunk.

Well, a man needs to be a little elevated to spend ten hours a day with those back based snobs. But I flim flammdom. Now look here, Timothy Drendle, don't you go doing anything to raise the hackles on those gentlemen and compoops, because if they should give you the old heave hole, you know where you'd wind up. Don't you right here at home with me? And I won't have that. They're not about to fire me, not right away. As a matter of fact, it's I who may have lighted a small fire under them, and they should be starting to feel the heat.

Of it soon, now, very soon. Kennothy, What have you done? Oh? Nothing, very much. I only posted a notice on the Burton burn Uh huh, what. Kind of a notice? A modest little notice stating that on January twelfth, at four o'clock in the afternoon, the devil would descend the chimney of the fireplace and the members loud. You said the devil. He should receive the excitement, especially mister Higgins. Oh he's such an emotional little man. You invoke the name of the devil. No, I did no such thing, just summoned up the devil. I played a. Joke on those superior snobs who've been taking me.

For a joke all these years. That's all I did. Once you summon up. The devil, Timothy, it's not so easy to send him back where. He came from. Will you stop, at Martha. I only want to make them worry, Those fine gentlemen who've never had a care in the words since the day they were brought worry. How about what worry? Will he come down the chimney? Oh they'll worry from now to the twelfth of January. And I'll be there ten hours a day to watch them worry. And if his satanic majesty does come down the chimney, but.

Then, oh he won't. He won't. I wrote to notice myself, and obls above didn't dictate it either. That's what you're thinking, And I'm thinking. I'm thinking you started something, Timothy that he won't be able to stop. Your coffee. Mister Winthrop, Oh, thank you do the fire you've got going there. I always try to keep up a good, smart place. There nothing special about this particular fire, Drindle, No, sir, it's January twelfth, Rindle, and precisely three minutes before four in the afternoon, is it indeed, sir? Or come off at Drindle? Surely you're not indifferent to the heralded appearance of the Prince of Darkness down the chimney.

Well, it's really no concern of mine, mister Winthrop. You're a membership, doesn't share. You're a problem. Drindle lounges still to overflowing. So it is said, I'd best stir myself. Father, gentlemen will be wanting coffee. Bring me a brandy Drindle if you have the time. For all the time in the world, mister Hagans, Oh, Drindle's the only cool character in the room, even Ashley, who thinks this whole thing's matters. Ashley doesn't even believe the devil exists. For goodness, sex Well, he's still been sitting on that little hassick by the fire laceince noon. I tried to get him to lunch with me, but he wouldn't budge you, suspects and Kickler out, do you?

It is possible, I suppose, But who'd want to pay a trick like that? I mean, even if someone wanted to. How to go about it? Now? Don't suppose something er someone descends that chimney at four o'clock. As I am firmly persuaded he will who of what could do that. There's a great roaring fire going the dndle saw that. I suppose someone with a perverse sense of humor should toss a dummy down the chimney. We'd find it afterwards. A lot of it was reduced to ash, but something would remain. He couldn't all burn up? Am I right?

Last cuddlerth he's the brainy one, gentlemen or prepared for the big Norman? Now I've got worth. Only the devil himself could survive a trip down that chimney. Am I right? Come on? I'd say soon he is. Nearly time nervous. Well, I don't know what to think. I mean, I don't know what to expect. Whole thing is nerve wracking, positively devastating. It's time. Heeds him, the devil himself. He's there to see him playing his hair. Certainly something there, someone more the devil. It's all, hey, the devil? Is it really? He can look at him standing in the baves.

He's loving Is he really laughing? Or old servant? Look at him? He's gone, No, no, no, he's got He's here in the flames, laughing in the fames. He said, oh oh, now he's gone. Well that was quite an experience. Yes, it was, oh towards the more wonderful thing that's ever happened to be in my entire Oh, really extraordinary. Well, love and you are satisfied. William in Blaash, his satanic majesty failed to put in an appearance. Of course he put in an appearance. You didn't see him, don't tell me you did. Of course we didn't. He was all in black and no, no, he was dressed in red and black and red.

I thon had red hair. You couldn't see his hair he wore. I saw his head was sort of waving in the flame word after something, but it never got on fire. I distinctly remembered noticing. He wore a cap. You couldn't see his hair, and his mustache would run old cap cap and. A big black cape. He kept his. Cape around him all the time he was donding theres. But the cape was red, very bright red. Now listen to yourselves, listen, will you You all saw him, You all say you did, but each of you saw something different.

Red cape, black cap, a black and red cape. It's ludicrist, He's not ludicrous at all. We were all over excited, full worksop over this thing, and maybe our our accuracy, our powers of observation, were impaired. That's possible, except I know he wore a big black cape and big pot. You don't bother me, our Brandison Drindle settled this argument for us. Will you what was the devil wearing? The devil, sir? What was he wearing when he came down the chymney. I wouldn't know, sir. I was not in the lounge. I was fetching mister Higgins Brandy. Did did devil make an appearance?

Paul? Then? Was the devil dressed? Oh? He was in his Sunday best. His coat was red and his breeches blue. And there was a hole where his tail came through. Those charming lines were written by mister Robert Southey at the turn of the century, but not our century, No. One hundred years before. Clearly the devil. Had time to acquire a. New suit of clothes. We'll be back shortly with that too. Did the devil indeed descend the chimney of the Ralph Waldo Emerson Club in the afternoon of January twelfth. And stand laughing in the flames? There isn't complete agreement among the club members even now, more than a month later, cutworths, I have to talk to you through.

Have you seen it? I've seen it. It wouldn't do any good to take it down from the bulletin board, I suppose. And half the memberships already seen it and told the other half. Laing Strakes again. I never dreamed it would that you Well, it's a slightly different bolt of lighting this time, not the devil, the white Goddess, I believe the noticing I copied it down on February eighth, at six o'clock in the evening, the white Goddess will run naked through the member's lounge naked, Cudworth. Just who is the white goddess. Daughter of a starter? I believe?

And just who is a starte? And sorry not to be up on these things, but it's not really in my area of concern. I believe the starter is the goddess of fertility and sexual love. It don't say that would account were being naked, wouldn't it, Cudworth? Do we still believe in such things? Goddesses of sexual love? Why shouldn't there be such a goddess? Why shouldn't she have a daughter. Why shouldn't a daughter be called the White Goddess? See, you. Don't believe she'll run naked across the member's lounge, do you. I didn't believe the devil would come down the chimney, but you did see him, didn't you?

Yeah? Or something that looked they like. Him, assuming, of course I know what the devil looks like. I'dworth. I saw his horns, did you indeed, have you seen it? Have you seen the nose? Yes? Yes, yes, we've seen it. Do you know that members are pouring in tomorrow in the country, or members that haven't been inside the club in twenty years. We can't even begin to put them up. Half of them has stopped at Hotel of Heaven. Helpers won't share up windsor there's a chance the White Goddess won't show. I don't know, Tadworth. I have a sinking feeling that she will.

There isn't an empty hotel room in the whole of Boston. Why are you doing this, Timothy? What are you getting out of it? And I'm getting something off my own back? That's what I'll never understand you. When you haven't left to now, that's for sure. Playing jokes on people at your age, it's no joke. Well, I don't know what else you could call it. It's a plot, a plot to make them squirm. Those fine gentlemen with their fancy ways. Why should they go through their entire lives without knowing a moment's uncertainty or a pang of anxiety.

They're always so damn sure of themselves all they're not sure any longer. They're divided amongst themselves. Already on the subject of the devil, when I hear them jawing away about it in the lounge, what's he there? Or wasn't he? What did he look like? What to beware? Mister Higgins says red, Mister Winslip says red and black. Mister Cutward says nothing at all, just looks wise, And mister Ashley says the devil never came down to the chymney at all. So there, every last one of them crazy when I tell you, that chatter and their argument. Was guiding me right up the wall.

But I put a stop to it, all right, And just how did you. Manage to do that? By putting up the notice about the white Goddess? That's how Now, they're all talking about her. And when is this white goddess making her debut six o'clock tonight? And is she coming down the chimney now? Now, as the notice says, on February eighth, at six o'clock in the evening, the White Goddess will run naked through the member's lounge. Where would she come from? Now? Should I know? I only wrote the notice, but I think it would be nice if she came in through the main door and went out through a window.

That would be rather nic in the room is falling out. It's amazing. Oh, I don't know. It is nortun if ever many of us gets to see the White Goddess run naked across the lounge. Do you think they really believe? Well, who knows what they believe? Come? Do you believe I'm here as you see? I suppose that's the only puzzible answer when it's the. Only one hearing it gets. Do you believe in through like you? I'm here? What? What's the time? Time? Time? Cud? What you always have the right time of stay Higgins. The clock on the mantle is exactly right, two minutes to six, which my right.

If I should sit down and waved in saving this chair for you, Higgins. That's well. The lounges very well ruled up, isn't it bursting at the seams. I've been studying all about the White Goddess, m daughter of Astati, who in turn is the goddess of fertility and sexual love. Oh you knew that, Cutworth. Told me, Cutworth, you really do know everything. On the contrary, I know very little. Well, you've always seemed to me to know everything, and it's because you know less. Mind if I join you, there's no place to sit. Actually, oh what a kitty.

You could sit on the floor. Now how would I look sitting on the floor when the White Goddess comes running across the lounge? No, no, I think I shall join old drendle O over the window and perhaps he'll fetch me a brand. Are you you haven't time? It's nearly sixth Oh you mean I might miss got this ship? My my, that would never do. That. Ass doesn't believe she lived here? Why did he bother to come here at all? Because if he doesn't believe, neither does in this belief. Just look at him laughing and joking with Prindle.

That's probably the first time he's spoken to Drindle except to give him an order. You could say that about master us myself included Drindle's get old. For old Drindles. Oh it's time that the time has come. Look a look at Who's beautiful? Sublime? Right goddess? Ah Never I never thought I should live to see anything so beautiful, the most exquisite thing I ever saw? Whatever, Chelseay, where. Did you go? She was here such a little time she died? Appe out to the window. In the wall, I say no, no, no, no, to the window the one back of where actually standing with Drindle, I saw Ashley turn and look out the window just as she vanished.

You don't think it's possible he saw her too? Oh no, not Ashley. Well, ash w and you will stopped staring at the stars. I'd like to ask you something magnificent. Yes, the stars are magnificent. But I have something else in my mind. What's troubling you? Cut with? Why? Nothing very much? Ashley? There's something troubling you. The way she disappeared, simply melted into the astral light. Who melted into the astral light? Ashley? What little white goddess? But don't tell me you. Didn't see her. Oh yes, I saw her, radiant in all her nakedness, glowing like mother of curl, her long hair flying out behind her.

But then you saw her, yes near the others Did they see her? Oh yes, of course everyone must have seen her. Nodrendle, Yes, you saw no, mister Ashley, Oh. Come now, drender. Of course you saw her. We were standing here together, side by side. I didn't see anything, mister Ashley. Don't tell me you didn't see anything, you old liar. But I was busy with something. You were not busy with something. We were standing here talking, and the clock struck six, and the door opened that she came in, and she ran her feet hardly touched the floor, ran across the arms to this window, this one right here, while her shoulder brushed mine.

I felt it, my left shoulder. And don't tell me you didn't see her, or I'll break your bag. I don't excite yourself, Ashley, with beautiful spectacle. It's ever been the good fortune of any of us to witness. And this numbs called Glenville stands there and tells me he didn't see it. He was busy with something. Oh, I won't stand for it. Tell me, you fool, that's plung a gut for it had blass for me for you to deny that you saw what I saw, but your saw I said it. Say you saw the white goffs run across this larm, didn't you?

Didn't you? You say it out for five? Actually this is going to he saw her. I know he saw. Having to ask me, please you'll sell me. He's going to admit it. Sleep. Yeah, Oh I couldn't you stay out of this Cutworth? You might have killed him? Are you all right, Drindle? Eh? Yes, yes, I am all. Right, Ashley. Go into the bar and buy yourself a drink. You need it, Yes, I need it, I need it? All right. You're sure you're all right, Drindom, Yes, quite quite sure, mister Cudworth. Oh, by the way, Drindle, did you see the white goddess or didn't you?

You don't need to be afraid to tell me. By the way, I didn't see anything, mister Cudworth. You see, I was busy with something and I no, I didn't see anything at all. Well, I think game must be getting on home. Yes, it's bidden quiet at evening, isn't it quiet at evening? And never to be forgotten evening beautifully, for I'm broke. Come along, I'll drop you off. No, thank you, that's all wrong, everyone not all wait up, yes, a way, well, good work. Never to be forgotten evenings at any rate. One, I'll never forget my fancy, None of us will never forget you.

Leaving now, no, I'm going to stay until the room's cleared. It's about cleared now, nobody much left. I uh, I want to speak to old Dinderly. He doesn't look too happy. And it was quite a going over Ashton gave him, wasn't it. Look that way? Ashley can be a rough mann. Well, I'm off for home right, Well, hope I good work, never not to be forgotten mine? Oh Drindle, Yes, mister Winthrop, may I speak to you for a minute? Oh yes, of course, mister Winthrop. Of course you are right, perfectly all right. I couldn't help noticing you were You and mister Ashley seemed to be having an altercation of some sort.

Mister Ashley, who was angry sir, because I wouldn't say I saw the white Goddess? And why wouldn't you say you saw the white Goddess? Because I didn't see her? But we all saw her, Drindle, Even mister Ashley saw her. She wasn't there, my dear man, She was there. She ran across the lounge all naked, just as the notice said she wouldn't. Now, why do you persistent denying it? Because I wrote the notice, oh down, Drindle, And I wrote the other one too, about the devil coming down the chimney. I wrote them both, and I made them up out of my head.

Why are you lying to me, Drindle? I'm not lying, sir, But of course you're lying. I don't know why you're lying, perhaps to make yourself important in our eyes. I am not lying. But we all saw her, Drindle. It was the most exquisite moment of our lives. We saw her. Therefore you're lying. All minds are little in this great universe of ours. Man is a mere insect as compared with a boundless world about him, as. Measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge. Yes, there is a white guarded. We'll be back shortly without three.

Have you read your Shakespeare lately. If you have, you remember Hamlet's observation to his friend, there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. If you haven't read your Shakespeare. Now for the third act of the Walls of Jerichos. Coming to breakfast, Timothy, it's on the table. It's ridiculous, absolutely absurd, said, trying to ruin me. He's off again. I never even turned around when I heard them whispering behind my back, Dindos getting on poor drindle. Jindos haven't dropped too much and part through all right, But when they called me a liar, and to my faith, I don't have to take that.

Who called you a liar? Mister Amos Winthrop, the president of the club, the highest muckymuck of all the high muckymuck. That's, oh for a kind of lie? Did you tell him no? Lie? I told him no, lie. I told him the God's own truth, that I had written those notices and put them up on the bulletin board, the one about the devil coming down the chimney and the one about the white goddess running naked across the lounge as well. Why wouldn't he believe you? Because he's a fool, the. Biggest fool in a pack of fool, I said, why wouldn't he believe.

He says he saw the devil, saw him come down the chimney and stand in the flames. And that most of the others saw him too. You all, but mister Ashley and a few other disbelievers, you should. Never have invoked the devil. I told you that at the time. But even mister Ashley is saying that he saw the white goddess run across. The mountains, radiant in her nakedness, he says, blowing like mother of pearl. Imagine and mister Ashley talking like that. He says, she brushed up against him, against his shoulder, and then went out through the window and melted into the astral light.

Mister Ashley, of old people, maybe it happened. How could it have happened when I made it all up? Well, come eat your breakfast now when I can't, I'm to upset. You're more upset than they are, those fine gentlemen you were going to teach a lesson. Oh, if you worry, I'll fix. I'll put up another note long not him, and they don't start up on me this time. I'll make it so so crazy, so outlandish. They'll see that it's only a joke, they won't be able to help themselves. Yeah. No, let's see, we have a pen and a piece of paper.

Now, now what shall I. I need to get them excited or worked up waiting for something and then let down when it doesn't happen. That's what I'm after. Yes, I've got it. On March the second, at five o'clock. You see, they'll all be having drinks in the lounge about that time. At five o'clock, a leopard will enter. Eh no, no, another leopard. A tiger will enter the member's lounge. How's that as wrong as you don't make it? The devil? No, no, no, better yet, three tigers will enter the member's lounge. No, no, no, I don't like enters to sedate, sounding too tame.

And we'll come through the windows. No, we'll crash through the windows. That is that's good. Crash through the windows other member's house. That should put mister Winthrop in his place somehow, Timothy, I don't think you were born to put mister Winthrop in his place. That's where you're wrong. It's precisely what I was born for, and this will do it. Wait a minute, I told. Her something else, And what now? Listen to this. On March the second, at five o'clock, three tigers will crash through the windows of the members lounge, one. Of them carrying a chicken in his mouth.

Oh how's that? Mother? How's that? Oh? Oh that's perfect? Oh, Drindle, mister Winthroop, Yes, sir, stir up that fire, will you? Yes, sir, that's sir. That's fine. Would you like another log, sir? No, No, that'll do it. I think weather's letting up a bit. Yes, it seems to be. You're in the club a bit early today, sir, Yes, a bit my years. It's only a little loud to four. Are you waiting for the tigers? Sir? How's that? I just thought perhaps you might have wanted to be the first one on hand when the tigers crashed through.

That's all you'll be impertinent, Drindle. It's very unlike you, Drindle, is it, sir? Same as you're lying? It was unlike you to lie to me. Yeah, I suppose it was, you know it was. Now you're not going to tell me the latest notice on the bulletin board was also your invention, are you. I'm not going to tell you anything to I'm glad to hear that. I'm sure you'll agree. It's not my place to tell you anything. I most certainly and emphatically do agree. I thought you would not that I'm certain that the three. Tigers will crash through the windows.

Oh, I am not setting at all. It's absurd on the face of it, isn't it most absurd? Three tigers, well, perfectly ridiculous, and one with a chicken. In his mouth. Laugh, well, don't laugh, because it just may happen precisely as the notice predicts. We simply do not know. I promise not to laugh. Nervous cutwell, a few flutters. It's the uncertainty. Of course. I've been here since four o'clock. To imagine that I had a hard time staying away. Manson had a few sharp words earlier with Drinder. Sorry to say, the old man's getting very independent, very opinioning.

When is he? He's usually around taking drink orders by now, and he's standing. Over there by the main door, looking very superior. We really have to retire that fellow. Cutwork, cut work. Do you realize? Do you realize people are standing outside of the side walk This is the top batter anymore. It's spread all over the city. I can't say I care that it looks like hundreds of people. I tried to get Ashley to be with us for the for the great event, but he insists on his post by the window. Ashley by the window, Driddle by the main door.

Well, come on, we should be quiet. It's time. I don't think our conversation will either deter or encourage. The tiger is all the same. You you just quiet? You want to kill David Welier. I don't think it will. The chickens they're making your door out of the white men all the way. Father. He doesn't see the d did they is he? Don't don't look? Winter letter? Not look? Is Drindle to the tigers getting I don't know, Well he actually maybe he knows something, Ashley. What happened? Old Drindle's dead? Oh no, how did it happen? Heart attack apparently knocked the tigers.

That isn't a scratch on him. They simply jumped over him, knocked down the big door and disappeared. Old Dundall never believed in the tigers. Oh is it conceivable he didn't see them? Oh? He saw them all right. How can you be sure? Don't you remember? Just before the tigers reached the door, he called for help. He saw them, he called for help, and he dies. I'll fright do you think? Can you think of anything more frightening than the sight of something you never believed in coming to get you. Let's step in here for a few minutes, gentlemen.

We won't be diserving you, kd if we use part of the lounge? Will we? What happened in here? Mister Winton? What's that? All the furniture? Our little freak is kat with some unexpected visitors. Let's set our drinks down here. Pull up chairs, everybody. There's a few that won't overturned. Help. We'll have a new steward quarrel. Prom on him someone from the dining room. You'll never hold a candle to drindle, no matter who he is. Drendle over the good man. If you, gentlemen, are going to be used in this room, I can clear out and come back later.

You go right ahead with your cleaning, kad if you don't mind sweeping around us? All right with me? Gentlemen? I asked you to meet with me here because I have a confession to me, and I am sorry I didn't tell you before but well, I didn't, But now I must. After the incident of the White goddessh gentleman Brindell told me that he himself posted those notices on the bullet board. Brindle who won about the girl and the White Goddess? That one too, I didn't believe in. After all, we saw the devil most of us, and we all saw the White Goddess.

And to believe Drindle would be. To admit that he had the power to summon them up. What about the three tiger one with a chicken in his mouth? We saw him too, and in all probabilities, so did Dwindle, and the sight killed him. Is it possible that a man like Drindle have the power to invoke such things? I must now concede that he did. There. I must take issue with your Winthrop Dndall only put up the notices. The power lay within us, the membership. I for one, claim no such power. You, for one, have no such power, Ashley, Nor have I, nor has Winthrop or Higgins.

Or any member of the club separately or consciously. But unconsciously and collectively the power is ours together and without knowing it, we can do such astounding thing together and without knowing it. We are constantly doing astounding things, are we not, and always. Have, both for good and for evil. I call your attention to the biblical story of the Battle of Jericho. We all know that stone walls cannot be shattered by a band of men marching around them a final blast of trumpets and a great shout. We know that, and yet it happened the walls of Jericho fell.

Uh. Why did they Consider the circumstances the Israelites outside the fortress city, the eagerness, the expectancy, and above all, the desire and the belief. Consider the steady camp of marching feet. Consider the narrowed concentration of the marchers. No man divided in his mind, and no mind divided from the mind of any other man. Consider the psychic pressure created by such a congregation. A mass hallucinated. Was no hallucination that Jedacho fell to Joshua. No, I should call it mass projection. And that's what happened here to us. We four of us, acting in concert, projected these apparitions by the sheer force of our unconscious minds.

When we weren't wrong, we really saw them. The devil, the White Goddess the three tigers, one. With a chicken in his mouth. We really saw them, even as the walls of Jericho really fell. How dig your pardon? So what is it, Katie? Look what I swipped up over by the main doorty If I'm not mistaken? Did chicken s This has been going on, gatherer, And so ends our tale of magic. Our magician performs his tricks. We are delighted and applaud because we cannot comprehend how he did them. But what if the magician himself cannot comprehend.

I'll be back shortly. Seek to know the truth, for the truth shall make you free. I believe that. But it's a long search and a weary one. And let's be glad that a lot of mystery remains, and there's a little magic here and there along the way. Our cast included Robert Dryden, Mary Jane Higbee, Ian Martin, Ralph Bell, Guy Serell, and Sidney Walker. The entire production was under the direction of Hyman Brown Radio. Mystery Theater was sponsored in part by the Kellogg Company, makers of Kellogg's special k Cereal. This is E. G. Marshall inviting you.

To return to our Mystery Theater for another adventure in the Macay until next time, pleasant. Dream for a mystery theater. I was brought to you by shopride supermarkets where you get a lot more for a little less, by suburban savings with offices throughout North Jersey, and by your new Jersey Dodge Demons. My dear, you seem a bit hot in the face. I suppose that is the allow me to steep you another cup of tea, something hot and soothing, to help you balance. So to speak. The fire is raging, and I have another log waiting just for it.

This night couldn't get much better, although it could use three good witnesses. You are speeding through the Turkish night on the Turles Express. You are alone and unarmed, and somewhere on the train is a calm killer from whom you must escape. Escape produced and directed by William N. Robson, and carefully contrived to free you from the four walls of today or a half hour of high adventure. Tonight, we escaped to Turkey and the Taurus Express, which carries a shipment of death. As Harold Lamb told it in his exciting story Three Good Witnesses, I took. The Turrets Express that night because I was going home, back to the United States, back to California and my routine job at the oil company.

Two days before, I'd given my final report to our state department, man liston Bull, a negative report to Ward. Your considered opinion is that there is no orderess area, not enough to be worth drilling for. Not at this late date. Ward be over before we could get out ten thousand barrels. And you're being optimistic, mister Ward. War isn't over yet. Who can say when it will be? Well, that's true, But what dos aarvark say? He agrees with me completely? Though it's Wyndham the British engineer. We're all agreed. Three good witnesses hmm, will in that settlety?

What do you mean three good witnesses? Oh, that's no saying out here in the Middle East. Come from a Rabs to think in their old law, the testimony of three independent and trustworthy witnesses was enough to establish the guilt or innocence of an accused person. But why three? I suppose two witnesses to a crime might tell the same lie, But the three fellas tell the same story. Will it must be true? Maybe? Now I suppose the odds against three making up the same story would be high. I don't know whether I'd like to trust my neck with that kind of justice.

Yeah, it is a little different from a justice back home in Chattahoocha County. Might you be wanting to get back to the States as soon as possible? Deed, I do well. I can put you on a tourist express Wednesday. You be in cairob Saturday, get an ATC plane that will have been Washington. Three days later. Isston Bull to Washington in less than a week? The small world, isn't it? So? I was booked on the Taurus Express eating Iston Bull on Wednesday night. I got the station late, and as I walked down the long platform toward the first class carriages, I sensed a tensness in the crowd.

First couldn't explain it. Then I noticed that the platform is alive with police. They stood at the door of every car, motionless, solemn faced, carefully scrutinizing everyone who got aboard, And it seemed that every one of that bustling platform was aware of them. I found the car near the front of the train. A policeman stood the open door. I paused to verify the car number, and suddenly I heard a voice at my elbow. I thought I had missed you. Her of arms twined around my neck if her lips were kissing me. Ohtoo away to try to see her face, but she clung to me.

Try to say something, but she kept talking so fast I couldn't get a word. And could you do this to me, to run over without even saying goodbye? I must be with you right up to the last minute, my dard last I could see her. She was beautiful, very young, and very beautiful turkishire creek. I couldn't tell which, but lovely, Why. You must let me go on the train with you, see you safely to your compartment. I cannot bear it, madam, I'm afraid you are making a mistake. Please please, you must help me. I won't explain, but I come.

You will miss the train. I will see you safely on board. Come hurry so we may say our last goodbye in privacy. This last was thrown over her shoulder to the policeman standing there. She pulled me up the steps into the car. He stared at us, but he said nothing, And the moment we were standing in the deserted corridor. Thank you, sir. Thanks. Look here, young lady, what is all it. Is the fault of those police standing up there. I could not get into the car alone. This is a first class car, only rich foreigners riding first class compartment.

I could see by you clothes you were American. I knew you would help me. But why did you want to get into this car, especially because I Suddenly she stopped. Her eyes were riveted on something behind my back. I turned to see a swarthy young man staring at us from the other end of the car. He was dressed in the uniform of a train conductor slid open a compartment door. There was an almost imperceptible jerk of his head, and then the girl slipped past me and into the open room. Conductors lit the door shut after your number, sir, oh oh, yes, yes, sir twelve, Yes, the next one here.

If there is anything I can do for you, I shall be pleased. If you care to leave your ticket and passport with me, I shall be able to attend to Syrian customs without disturbing you. Later, as he talked, his eyes were not on me. He was watching the slow progress of a policeman through the car. Officer was walking by, glancing at the each compartment, and he came opposite us. He spoke to the conductor Polyclach. Conductor was standing squarely in front of the door of the girl's compartment, hiding up from you. Policemen walked on the moment he had disappeared.

Thank you, sir, I shall not disturb you. I went into my compartment. My bags were already there. The train was about to leave. Everything was in order, but I couldn't help wondering about the incident. I just witnessed it, but the girl I didn't voluntarily ham. Then the conductor wondered about all those police out there. Obviously something was going on. Then I remembered this resistant Buller gateway to the Middle East was supposed to be alive with acts of spies. Could that girl be? Then I laughed, yes, my. Overage, stay at home, mind imagining things. Then suddenly I heard a voice in the corridor outside.

The voice was unmistakably American and music to my ears. I jumped on her feet and stepped into the corridor. There outside the next compartment was a young man in civilian clothes carrying a small bag and a briefcase. The swarthy conductor was approaching him with. The world, Look, huh, there's a dame in my compartment. There must be a mistake. This is compartment number ten. Naturally you think I can't read number ten? That's mine? But number ten is not sold. It is not marked on my list. The heck it is, and I've got the ticket right here.

What's with the dame? Please? Not so, lie, I don't ye, I beg your pardon, I be of any help. Oh you're an American too, yep, I'm free ward Los Angeles, Tom Happy, I don't know you. Look, what's with the dame? Do you know? No? I'm afraid gentlemen, step into the compartment. Please, but the girl please in? Yes, okay, please, sir? All right? Happy Simon, not to come on? Hey, wait a minute, talk English? What's all this about? Anyway? It is? I am embarrassed. You're embarrassed. I buy a ticket and find a dame in my compartment.

Of course, on a closer inspection, maybe I'm not so mad. After all. She looks like a good deal, thank you, sir. Oh you do speak English, sir. The policeman will come by. Maybe look in. I must ask of you a favor. If she could stay here just until the train has started, she will not bother. You after that. Why can't she stay in her own compartment? Please, sir, I have no place else to put her. All the other places are taken. Oh she's a dead head. Huh dead head? No ticket stow away? It is something like that.

What's the setup? She your girlfriend? No, no, it is not like that. It is you. See, we are both Macedonian. She is escaping from the Nazis. She wants to go to Cairo to join the nurse Corps. She has been for two years in Greece under the Nazis. She is a real patriot. If you will help her. Or maybe if he introduced us and let her speak for herself. She is called Mara Dallas. Well let's make it marry for sure, marry the dead head. Hi, Mary, Hi, you're okay? Get her? She talks Americans. I spent two years at American school at Thessalonika.

I work with Red Cross in Greece during the fighting. Right, so I like Americans. I want to go to the United States. I want to learn to be a real nurse. You will help me. Americans are always kind. This gentleman here. He helped me get on the train naturally. Now you will help me ha ha, okay, okay, thank you sir. Now I must go before the policeman gets suspicious. Shames may turn out to be your pleasure. Looks like you don't need me. I'm in the next compartment. Maybe we'll get together late yours. I'd offer you a seat, but we're sort of crowded already marrying me.

I went back to my seat, laughing, laughing mostly at the silly idea i'd had that maybe Mary, the dead Head and a conductive friend were spies of some sort. Obviously they were harmless. It was harmless as I was, and that was completely harmless. Confounded, I looked out the windows. The train slid out of the station, leaving Turkey, leaving the war, going home back to complacent safety. Men were out here fighting and dying. They get no help from me. Me over age and useless. I felt pretty sorry for myself. It wasn't until the next day that I began to get acquainted with my fellow passengers.

Neary the Deadhead was riding on the conductor's jump seat at the end of the car. The Ruvians an Armenian couple were in fourteen the capapa next to mine. Young Tom Hatfield was on the other side of me and two Greek refugees, and mister Chiniara and mister Drieka were next to him and Ate. Hatfield kept pretty much out of sight all day. And it was mister Ciniaro who shared a table with me at dinner that night. I didn't much care for him, but he was somebody to talk to. You and Mary, you do not realize how lucky you are, No, I suppose not.

You do not know what it is to be safe. Just look around you. Almost all the passengers and this express are refugees. All of them would pay much to be going to the United States as you are. Yeah, I suppose hope. But yes, where else is there any security for us? But you, sir, and your young friend are already secure. Wherever you go, you are always safe, but it is not so for us. Yeah, I suppose we do take a lot for granted. And oh here's mister Happier now happier there? Would you join it? Thanks?

No, I'll just say I insist I was just leaving. You must join your friends, so really does mean insist? Please? Okay, thank you, mister. It's been a pleasure and for me said good, good evening. Oh, I haven't seen much here today, been resting, eh. Something like that you ordered, Yes, I'll call the way, never mind, you'll be back. Who's your slck haired friend, Oh. Mister Geniar, he's a Greek refugee, just to escape from the Nazis. Everybody out here just escape from the Nazis. You're saying, how lucky we are to be American. I guess they don't see many of us in Turkey these days.

I guess you haven't seen many of us myself. Funny, I didn't run into you in Istambul. I wasn't there, just passing through. Now. I thought i'd have met you at the American Mission of somewhere. No, I h well, I'm out here at the State Department Oil, and I didn't have much luck. I'm going home now, too bad. M Plenty of things for US Americans to do out here, though, like oil and other things. You know. Of course, they give the unimportant stuff to has beens like me, met the good stuff beyond fellows like you. Okay, mister Wood, what okay?

I'm Tom Hatfield Frankfort, Kentucky, White Protestant, twenty six. I'm married. No I'm not a draft dodger, and no I'm not a wall And yes, I'm here on business, which is none of yours. I'm a captain Air Force two years overseas. You might say officially I'm on a holiday. The fact is I'm taking this train to a donna where I get off at five tomorrow morning across the border and catch a plane that's waiting to take me to Cairo. Anything else you want to know, I'm sorry. I don't know. Sam, I'm sorry. I guess I'm getting on my own nerves.

Forget it when it's nothing. You needn't think that riding on trains is kind of bad for a flyer makes me jumping. I understand. But you must have already been through a lot. I do understand. I was in France in nineteen eighteen. I know what it's like. Maybe you know better than I do. Oh, I wouldn't say that I envy you. I'd give anything to be in it. You're lucky you're not. Oh, I know I know no fun being old and useless like me either. I envy you. I can tell you're doing something important. You can oh mh.

By the way, you're so careful at that briefcase, carried it around with you all the time. You got it on your lap. Now probably got something important in it. The statues are something. Sorry, I notice that, did you? I hope nobody else on this train is so observant, mister Warden, Oh. You're pulling my leg? What difference it was to make? Anyway you can ever tell? On a train like this out here you never know? Oh you mean spies, Well, but why I haven't seen anyone who looks suspicious. Spies are never suspicious looking, mister ward There anybody, anybody who wants to make a quick bucket, doesn't care how he does it.

This train is alive with people like that. Yeah, but we'll just take for instance, Mary the Deadhead. She's young and pretty, yes, but she's broke, had her shifty eyed boyfriend, but conduct her. But they had Greeks. She's a refugee, so she says. But didn't it seem strange to you that he put her in my compartment by mistake? My name wasn't on the list, so he said, were you satisfied. With their story? Well, for a moment I was suspicious, but. You can't take too much for granted. For instance, the story I just told you I might be a spy, mightn't I?

That whole thing might be hogwash. Well no, no, you're American. I know that. Who else would say hogwall? No matter, I could be an American trader. There are such things. Or you might be the spot. Yeah, they even look like you, meek and mild cast her milk toast, and their cover of stories are pips, like telling you they're out here looking for oil. They strike up a conversation, asked questions and notice briefcases. Look now, look here. Surely you don't know. I don't think anything. I only say you never can tell. Mister Ward, of course he was kidding me, pulling my leg, but I didn't really mind.

I liked him, and he had a right to be cocky and flipped. He was doing something for the war efforts. Even though I knew he was kidding me. I went to bed thinking about spies and fell asleep dreaming of him. And then very suddenly I awoke with a terrible sense of urgency. There was something that I must do. I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes to five. The name was dark and everything was quiet. Yet I felt I had to get up. I started to put on my clothes. It makes sense, But then I remembered it was Tom Hatfield, not me, who had to get up at five.

Dad the train at a dan Etta crossed the border into Syria and take his plane. Those despatches must be important if he had to change to a fast plane as soon as he got out of Neutral Turkey. When I stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, it was deserted. I knocked on Hatfield's door, no answer. I tried the handle. The door slid open into darkness. Something was wrong. I switched on the light and went in. Tom Hatfield lay there in the bunk asleep. Hey Hatfield, rise and shine, but coming into Madonna, you've gotta get off.

We shook him. He didn't move. Then I saw blood on his pillow and on his head. I looked round quickly. The briefcase was gone. Keep for kim work in. Is something wrong, sir? Did either of you see anybody going to number ten? No? Nobody? Who should go? Do you have keys to the doors, But no, there are no keys. They locked from the inside the sliding bolt and chain. Nobody can get in once they had locked. Yeah, that's what I thought. I knew Tom Hatfield would have locked that door. Somebody must have gotten in some other way and left that car door open as a false clue.

But how Then I noticed the door which connected to number eight. I tried it. It was locked. This didn't make sense, but through my mind was racing. One thought, American dispatches have been stolen. Tom Hatfield is out, It's up to me. I. I searched the room. I found an automatic under the mattress, but no wheatcase. I heard the train start up again. Who were leaving aDNA? I looked again at the connecting door. Then I got it. The bolt was fastened on the other side of that door, but on this side it was not. That meant that someone could have come in through number eight.

I knocked on the door. I heard a movement, and then the boat slid back and the door swung open. I was face to face with mister Giniara, and he was staring at the gun in mind. What is that for the briefcase? The bag of my friend? Is it here? Briefcase bag? We have here only our releases. This door has been opened. Something is missing. Oh, if you have lost something, I pray you to look. I know nothing of it. Come in, please and look. All right, I will. I'm not accusing anyone, but I just want to be sure that.

The next thing I felt was a stinging cloonees some on my face. Rushly wind and realized that I was hanging half out of the window of the car and shutting me out of the train. Savagely, I kicked for something given, and I pushed myself back and slid down under the floor. I got something hard under me, the gun. They didn't come pop, and I saw them coming at me, Giniara and Rika. I raised the gun. What is it? What does happen? Look on the floor? Set the door quickly, wait, let me look. Yes, both of them finish.

They took the briefcase. I'm sure they did. He who was shooting up the place? How when you look at that? What's happened? Well, the briefcase it's here someplace, I'm sure it is. Hey, wait a minute, you're all banged up here. It looks like we both got bumped here. Sit on. You don't need a drink, Mary, You'll find a pint in my bag. Bring it in here, will you? But they got the papers? We are to look they did? Yeah, the briefcase isn't here. I don't see it. There wasn't anything in that briefcase except some old Istanbul newspapers.

I probably threw it out the window back at high here, Pasha, I'm British, sure I know, warned me to be careful on this trip. I put my classified material some myself. But then that means I killed two men without any cause, without a shred of evidence to back up my story. How we waste time? Quick? The Syrian poor police got on the train at Tadanah. They might be here any minute now. Who is dead? Here? Mary the dead head took me into Hatfield's room and carefully administered first aid to my cuts and bruises. But Kivorkian and Hatfield were busy in number eight.

What what are they doing? Never mind, pay no attention, But they're throwing the bodies out of the window. Think not of it, please. Heikivorkian is a Macedonian. When you fought the Germans at Thessalonika, he threw bodies over the cliffs. He knows what he is doing. But you you are a brave man too. Even if you are not Macedonian, you would be judgment tried for two or three years in spite of your age and your innocence. It is better to have nobodies that quite Now, Tibory. Police, we got the wrong cleaned up just in time. Nor Naradrica.

She has their passport? I forgot, No, they're not here. I can tell you about Andrica. This man here, mister Ward, he is American general in disguise, secret service. He put and Drinka off at Adana with pst. They was five good heavens, you never believe that. Never mind, this man is a Syrian. He does not care what happens in Turkey. But do you have any Syrian money? Oh? Yes, yes, here in my wallet. Good, give it to me. Thank you, now gone with me. Sorry, do not worry now, mister Ward. In a moment, Kevorkian will have those passports.

We but throw them at the window and there will be no race. And I think, Mary, I thought you might be drawing down on access pay check. It is no matter. Now you're out of Turkey and before long I can go to the United States. Maybe that might not be so easy. You've got no money, no passport, no transportation through the combat zones. Never mind, I shall do it. I walk to hear from Macedonia. I can walk all the way, like Saint Paul and the Bible walked to a room. Well, I wish you luck, but you'll have a time getting by British control of Aleppo.

It can't smuggle a pack of cigarettes passed them. But what about me? What about a murderer? I don't know. We'll see. It is morning when the train pulled into Aleppo, the station where British control came on, tripping me pretty awful time, trying to act as if nothing had happened, with me staring into that empty room, imagining Giniara and Rika sitting there staring back at me. Maybe they had been spies, maybe not. Now they were there and I was in trouble. We knew that. The minute the train stopped. A soldier stood outside our windows and said, look.

Here, everyone reminds it his place. In this car. We waited suddenly for many minutes, and a British major in cocky short stepped in behind him. I saw Keeyborki and and Marry the dead head standing in the doorway. Good morning, I'm Radcliff looking for two missing Parsons just identified as Greeks Giniara Andricar by name. Who come now? They seem to have been in the next compartment. Yeah, what became of them? Were the too m young meddy? Yes, sir, you weren't in number eight? Were you seemed to happen the other place? Nor a Syrian entrance visa? Please?

I sat down in the corridor squid conducted. Don't you remember two Parsenger's book through Tulepro. One was a stout man bookseller who escaped from Greece ten days ago. The other a doors. They descended from the car at that one was fat with slick hair and the other eye Yes, I. Say, isn't that a bullet hole in the wall up there? And user, mister Ward, isn't it? What did you hurt? Your foreign? I an accident I bumped into boy. Yes, cry, I should tell you that the Arminian couple in number fourteen herd shots just after passing Donna.

It was a frightened they locked themselves into Now it's no use. I shot them, both of them. They hit me first. Please realize that I'm not joking. My orders are to find those two pseudo Greeks wherever they may be. Whatever you said pseudo Greeks. You mean a major You want to find them? And how does your Americans say? But why because we're advised by Easton Bull that certain access agents have been working out of the Balkans with identification as refugees. Please do Giniara and Dicar were on this train. A man on the train saw them throw something out at Dinna.

They hardly threw themselves up. Now we did that. Your man had hide a pasture, tipped me off to expect trouble. Really so they were agent. Certainly they were spies. I knew that no Greek would be fat like Chiniara after only one week escaped from the Germans. And no Greek would have heroil from Paris. Well, that being the. Case, will somebody start telling the truth. I will this mild little gentlemen, knowing nothing of the war and fighting, he kills you two men in a gunfight. How you say like nobody business? And now please he is still suffering from shock, So will you please give him a plane direct to Cairo where he can rest.

And this American courier he is late with dispatches. He must have a place in the plane too, And and think I cannot enter Syria without the passport. Will you please put me although on the plane because in Hiro I can get a job as a nurse with the Ella Greeks from Matadoni who are there. And maybe God will then give me a way to go to America, like he passed Saint Paul through the Taurus gate. Is it a deal major? Three places on the first plane, and you have your men like the Royal Canadian whodies only.

Dead, HM claim to be arranged? Of course, if all right, mister Ward, tell him, tell him with the eyes of that amazing girl on me. My courage came back. I told him my story completely in every detail. He listened carefully and took it all down in his pad, and afterwards he said, that. Story, miss Ward, is not one bit of evidence is supported by your own statement. The evidence is buried in the snow on the slopes of the tourist mountain nuts. I tell you I helped check it out, and I examined the two men. I am a train urse, and I said they were dead.

And for identification, I, a soldier of Macedonia, can swear that their passports worthy men, you say. Very well, I'll bring me here drom. The evidence of three good witnesses is sufficient. Escape is produced and directed by William N. Robson and Tonight brought you Three Good Witnesses by Harold Lamb. Adapted for radio by John Duncle, with Morgan Fowley as Humphrey Ward, Jack Webb as Tom Hatfield, Janette Nolan as Marry the dead Head, and Harry Bartel as Kivokian. Music was conceived and conducted by cy Fure. Beginning next Sunday Night, Escape will be heard at a new hour ten pm Eastern Standard Time.

Next Sunday Night, we Escape with another exciting adventure story created for you by one of the world's great authors. Good Night then until ten pm Eastern Standard Time next Sunday night, one again we offer you Escape. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. My dear, you've finished your tea. Allow me to freshen it up? Oh what's that? Well? I wouldn't be much of a host, now would I? Now? Just relax? Is the chair to your liking? It is my favorite seat, and of course that means it's your seat whenever you're here. Hm, the night has grown long, but I feel like there's so much more hmm.

Being surrounded by these concrete walls, the Singing Walls. Suspense. This is the Man in Black here again to introduce Columbia's program Suspense Tonight. Hitting our Hollywood cast are two noted leading men. One mister Preston Foster, the star long established the hero of many an adventurous film, the latest the twentieth Century Fox production Guadalcanal Diary. The other mister Dane Clark, a newcomer to the screen whose auspicious debut in action in the North Atlantic has made him warmly welcome in these parts. Mister Clark appears tonight as a young man who awoke one morning to find himself in a very serious jam, and mister Foster is the San Francisco homicide detective who is willing to help his friend up to a point.

The play called The Singing Walls by Robert L. Richards, adapted from the story by Cornell woolrich is Tonight's tale of suspense. If you've been with us before, you will know that suspense is component of mystery and suspicion and dangerous adventure. In this series are tales calculated to intrigue you, to stir your nerves, to offer you a precarious situation, and then withhold the solution until the last possible moment. And so it is. With the performances of Preston Foster as Detective Denny Sullivan and Dane Clark as young Tom Cochrane, we again hope to keep you in suspense.

Heaven another not drink it all is lats more so. A guy named Joe wrote your hat you cannot hear from Joe's place watch it? Oh oh, yet don't even know where Joe lives. Huh me, No, I don't know either. I never seen Joe before in my life. How you appeeling now? Kidding? Sure? Heaven it more. It's good for what is you? Ah? That's nothing, you're right sure right now. Let's get out of here. I know a better place. Come on, come on, I'll help you. No, that's not a window. It's freaked out. They put the building up right behind this one.

That's right. It comes right out of the walls. Singing walls. Here. We got hot and cold running water here and singing walls. Heaven, sure, bottoms up. That's the idea. Make yourself right at home. He lie down, Lie down and take a little snooze. Sure, I'll be right back. What's the matter, have a little trouble in here while I was gone? Which blood? Sure? Blood all over your shirt? Oh him? Oh, he's all right. Just put him in the closet, locked the door like that. See now you put the key right in your pocket so you'll know just where to find it.

Don't worry. He'll be all right now. I'm not going any place. I'll way back in just a minute. Here, have another, have another. I'll be back in just a minute. No, no, no, let me out here, Let me out of here. Tommy, Tommy, wake up? What is it knocking at your door? The longest time? You were having a dream or something? Yeah, what time is it? The way afternoon? You came in pretty late. Toss me my bathroom, which you says, don't you know what time you got in? Not exactly? Oh, Tommy, I know it's tough not having a job all these months, and I know you've tried.

This isn't doing any good, I know. It, Sis, But last night was the first time in a month, and anyway, it was different. I had a few drinks, but it was different. Something happened. What do you mean something happened? Well, it wasn't just a drinks. They were doped or something. Oh look, sis, it's not just an alibi. I don't remember where I was or anything. Only just now. I seem to be dreaming about it, about last night. I could I could hear you banging on the door all the time I was dreaming. And then it seemed as though I wasn't dreaming at all, that I was remembering a lot of things.

It was all mixed up. There was a guy with a kind of a frog voice that kept giving me drinks, and I was sort of floating, And there was a place that music came out of the walls. There was something about blood on my shirt. Keeter were closet. You're shaking like a leaf. Yea, it was a pretty scary dream. If it was a dream, what. You need is some good hot coffee. Now, hurry dressed and come on downstairs here. I'll get you out of clean shirt. I'd better wear the old one. I've only worn it once, but it's all messy.

Does look kind of nod? What my shirt given me? No? What's the matter? Buck? Mildred, that's blood. Guess it is. I know it is, just like it wasn't the dream, Tommy, don't be so silly. You must have hurt yourself somewhere. I didn't put There was no scratch on me. Well then he got in a five maybe, oh else could it have been? Well, that's what I'm trying to think. Well, stop thinking and hurry up and get dressed. My goodness, look at the way you threw your clothes around last night. Trousers on the floor here, dear, everything's falling out of the pocket.

I'll pick it up. You get dressed. Thanks. You didn't come home with much, did you, I didn't have much to start with. Well, i'll put it all up here on the bureau. Twenty five cents and change in your keys. Now, hurry, what'd you say? I said? Hurry? No, no, no, Before that, what'd you say? I said? I put your change and your keys up in the bureau. Keez, yes, Mildred, I only have one key. Well, they're two there, now, I know. Let me see him here. One's the key to the front door. Yeah, but the other one doesn't belonged to any door in this house.

It's the key to the closet last night. It wasn't a dream. Tell me, what are you talking. About, Mildred? You better call Daniel right away, but he's on Judy I know over here right away. Tell me what is it. Last night? I think I killed a man. Let me look at your eyes. Listen, Denny, you were doped, all right. Well, I didn't know what it was that now how much do you remember? Look, Denny, I hated to bring in on this night. I didn't know who else to go to skip it. What's he used to having a brother in law who's a cop if he can't help you once in a while, how much do you remember?

Well, just what I've told you, Just like it wasn't a dream. Only it wasn't a dream. You See. There was this guy, Joe, just some guy. I'd known him from some place I don't know where. See. I met him on a street and he took me to the party, and then the guy with the frog voice began giving me drinks, and then everything got confused, and I was in another place with the singing walls and some harmonica playing or something. I don't even know whether it was in the same apartment even, But that's where the closet was.

What about the guy you a dead guy? Well, at first he wasn't there, and then he was. He was sort of slumped over in a big armchair, and then frog boys put him in a closet, That's what I remember, and then he left, and then I suddenly seemed to realize that the guy in the closet was dead, and that's why I got out of there. I don't know how. You don't have any idea where it was. No, No, I don't even know where the party was. You'd never seen any of these people before except this guy, Joe, who took me to the party.

And that's all I know about him. Did He just a guy named Joe that I knew from by sight, from someplace I don't know where, or his last name or anything. Not much to go on. Is a kid, No, not much. A guy named Joe singing walls in a closet. Not a guy with a froggy voice. But I'd recognize him or his voice if I ever saw him again. Tommy, you're in a jam. Well it looks right now. There's a dead man in a closet somewhere in this town, and you killed him. Oh, but maybe it didn't.

If we find him before somebody else does, maybe we can figure out what did happen the way it stands now, You're right, I know we haven't got much time either. Places an apartment, they probably would have found a body already and not know about it. It's a hotel. They checked the guests out by six o'clock. That gives us about four hours. Four hours for the murderer to find the guy he murdered. It's kind of crazy, isn't it. Tommy. You know how I feel about you know. I don't exactly hate you either. You know I'll do everything in the world I possibly can de clear you.

Sure, Danny, I know I'm a cop. Tommy. If you did it, you know I'm going to turn you in. Don't you sure I know that too? Okay, kid, let's start from the beginning. What about this Joe? I don't know anything about him. You know his name, you know his face? Thank Tommy. Think I'm trying to I could only remember. If I could only remember. Tell a guy named Joe brought your hat he come up with from Joe's place? What's it? Oh? Yet, don't even know where Joe lives at no, I don't know either. I never seen Joe before in my life.

Oh you still don't get it, Tommy, No, no, I don't. You told me where Joe is? I have sure you see the sign over that saloon. Yeah, Joe's place. But how do you know that, Tommy? You were playing with bad boys last night, and this is where bad boys hang out, among other places. He's got a name. It's run by a guy named Joe. He minds his own business as far as we know, but his customers don't. So it all clicked when I remembered you said the guy the frog voice asked you if you came up there from Joe's place.

He didn't mean where Joe lived or anything. He meant this place. He thought maybe you were one of the boys. Yeah, but how did I ever meet this Joe? I've never been here in my life. Runs another joint, a respectable saloon. It's a sort of cover about three blocks from our house, the town tavern. Hey, that's right. Remember, Joe may or may not be in on this. Frog Boyce made a big play to you that he didn't know Joe never seen him before in his life. Those customers always cover them. It's better for them that way.

My hunch is right, Joe is going to be plenty surprised when he sees you walking there, me walking there, don't worry, Just walk in and sit down at the bar. You're not out. In a couple of minutes, I'll I know you recognize the guy. We're on the right track. I'll come in as though I didn't see him, go into the phone booth, and then what and we'll see okay, kid, okay, Oh, one thing, yeah, the office? You a drink on the house? Take it? Sure? Oh? Here goes there? Well, we got you. It doesn't matter suit yourself.

Well, well what do you know? Tell me, hi, Joe? Hey, what are you doing down in this part of town? Kid? Oh? I had to come down and see a guy. I didn't know you had this place. Oh just a little sideline, swell, I place started? You know? Sure? I know? One beer? Hey, No, no, none of that. You gotta have one on me, kid, a real drink? Why do you have? Well? I got you, Okay, Scotch for the gentleman, Larry the very best, you understand, Oh yeah, I'll take rye. Hey Tommy, it was some party last night.

Huh yeah, Hey, where'd you disappear to? I was looking all over for you. You know that's a funny thing. I don't even remember. I get it. Well, the guy has to cut loose once in a while. Hen, Yeah, one Scotch, the very best in one Rye. Well here's to you. Wait a minute. Hey, who are you h This is my brother in law, Denny. This is Joe. Say, you must have got those drinks mixed up. You never drink Scotch, Tommy, You only drink rye. Yeah that's right. Yeah, you take the Ryan, give Jordah Scott's and I'll take your beer.

And I don't like Scotch. I never touch it. Okay, I'll take it. Thanks. By the way, Joe, you haven't got a little bottle I could pour this into? Have you? Say? Who do you think you're kidding? Bud, I'm from headquarters. There's my badge. Oh oh, I'll wait a minute. I didn't know that you. I suppose you don't know what I'd find in this dring if I took it down to be analyzed either. And now, look, I don't want eat trouble I never had of me. They can tell you downard headquarters, of course, it's a out of a dope.

You can't buy your way out of this one. Jim. I want talk, and I want it quick. What kind of talk? Where'd you take Tommy? Last night? It was just a little party, a private party, and they slipped things in people's drinks there too. Now I don't know anything about that now, honestly, I hardly know the people. Who's the guy with a frog voice? Boys, I don't know any guy with a frog Quesse? And now look, I told you I want eat trouble. I can tell you that down at headquarters. Listen, there's a narcotics rapping this for somebody, and it could be you.

Where was the party Courtney Square West, number seventy five, some people named Sorell. Come on, Tommy, you're coming to Joe just in case. Sorell. Hey, Jay, this looks like the place, Tommy, it looks like it could be. Everything has been so confused since last night. I well, this is it. It better be missus Sorell. I'm from the police headquarters. If we come and look around, No, come on, Tommy, you too, Joe, By the way, you too know each other. I think he's been here on a couple of parties. We kind of get crazy parties. All kinds of people wander in and out.

What the trouble is? It might be, you know, anyone with a froggy voice. No, not that I can remember. Okay, let's look at the apartment. Well, this is the hall, of course, and here's the living room. Joe, you stay here in the hall, and you better be here when I get back, I'll be here. So this is the living room. This is the bedroom. Looks kind of messy, now see anything. No, Oh, here's the kitchen net. I see that's about all the Uh what's that room there? Oh, that's just a sort of storeroom. Oh well, I think we better look at it though.

Come on, all right. There see there's nothing much in it. An old armchair in the bed. Use it as a guest. Room sometimes, can eat that closet. Oh, there's nothing in there. There's a lot of old odds. And then well, all right, unlock it. I'm not sure where the key is, and lady, you better find it. I'll try be right back, so I said, Tommy. Oh, it was a closet like that, and the window just over there where that one is in the armchair in the bed don't you remember? I can't, Denny, let me have that key.

Wait a minute, she comes right, sort of stick sometimes I'll help you. Come see just a lot of old junk. Uh huh, come on, Denny, sure, sure, I'm sure. Oh, I guess that's all, mister Sorel. Thanks for showing us around. Hello, Joe still here? Huh? You don't mind if I stay here in vision a while? Do you no? I guess not? Well, goodbye bye, thanks again, Well, goodbye and good luck. I'm sorry, Denny, that was a try. What do we do now? I don't know, Tommy, I don't know. Thank Tommy. Think he's found Joe. Now what about those singing walls?

Go ragging right out of the wall. We got hot and cold running water here and. Sing, Denny, Yeah, listen, what that's it? Singing waltz? And got heard last night? You're sure? I'm sure? I remember the piece of harmonic on everything. It's coming from right around here, someplace. Henny is coming from there, apartment, the one we just left, Currell. Come on, this must be the place, Tommy. The closet. Now, the music, it must have been putting a fast one on us. Well, all right, quit starring. Come on, Tommy, you heard me. You two brush us off pretty slick, didn't you.

Hey, not listen. I told you I don't know anything of fot fish. But if you where's the music coming from radio? As I turned it on in the kitchen just now and I started to fix dinner. It's a little part of it here. See okay? Yeah? What did you mean by it? Oh? Tommy, here we go again. I don't care. That was the music I heard, And that's the same number and it sounds like the same bend. Hey, wait a minute, now, what where's your phone on the desk? Tommy? Don't see what station that's coming over?

All right? W BTA, it's the local station. Thanks, hello, operator, get me station. Wbt A a radio station. I don't know what the number is. Just get it. This is a police call. Thanks. Maybe wrong, Tommy, but I got a hunch. Hello wt A. What's that band you've got on? Now? I don't care if it's an electrical transcription or a Mickey Mouse cartoon. What's the guy's name? What turn off that radio? Now? What was that guy's name? Yeah? Mm hmmm. Where can we get ahold of this guy? Where does he hang? Out. I see five nights a week, huh, I include the night.

Thanks a small time band leader Tom I Mike, I have on his harmon naers, he calls himself and he. Plays at a place called a silver Slippert in the concourse. Come on me, you better get on that phone joke. You're dumb. You would have a tone on that radio. Here's a Silver Slipper right over there. Okay, let's out here right hey, you are, Thank you sir. The familiar to you around here? Tell me no, I'm afraid it's a bum steered Denny. Look, kid, here's the way I figured this music deal. You may have heard a recording of this band the way you did it a little while ago, but there's a good chance you actually heard the guy himself.

You know what time it was when you heard it, Well, it was just night, that's all I know. All right. They don't make recordings off and of unknown bands. This Silver Slipper isn't on the air. So maybe you're out here someplace and heard the band itself. Maybe you know it's kind of a long shot, kid, but right now it's the best we got. Let's case the joint. Okay, it looked like they're running rooms with closets and a silver slipper. Say what about that clummy looking hotel next to it? Yeah? I was just thinking if you were in a room, in the closet and all that, and you really did hear this man, that hotel is the only place you could have been.

Wish I could remember something in shape you were in. You'll probably signed your own name too. Come on, by the way, what time you got? Uh? Ten of six tenders? Six Deadline's pretty close? Kidding? Yeah, this better be right? What don't I could only remember? Oh, there's a clerk. We'll see. Say you got a guy named Tom Cochran. Here Cochran and. That's all right? Where friends are his? Let's see when do you register last night? Sure? Here it is Tom Cochran and Pen Doyle room two o nine. I don't think they're in though. No, No, I've been ringing to see if they were going to check out by six.

I was just gonna send somebody up. They were at the big party last night. Probably haven't pulled themselves together yet, as a matter of fact, that's why we came to see them. Could I ring again? No, we'll sort of surprise okay, right up those stairs, but they got to be up by six. Pay for that to night. We'll take care of that. Let's go, tom Then he did you see that handwriting on the register? Yeah? It was mine? All right? This is it, Tommy, one way or another? Yeah, here's two or nine. Don't put your hand on the door knob fingerprints, use your handkerchief, suck.

I got some keys. It's an easy lock. There we go, kid, Then me, this is it? Close that door. Yeah, there's a closet. Give me the key. Yeah, you better hold my gun on that door just in case. All right, tell me what gout? He was just falling. He's dead, Oh you remember now? Yeah, I can't put it together. Let's have a look. Oh stabbed. Here's his driver's license, Benjamin door given it? Hello, Oh yeah, we found them all right. Oh they're going to keep the room for another night. Ah no, No, there's not a thing we want.

We're in for it now, kidd. Then they looked on the floor over there last night, covered with blood. That's what didner? All right? Yeah? Hey, yeah, yeah, I know it's mine, Tommy. Why didn't you tell me? Honest, Denny, I didn't even know i'd lost until I just saw it there now drink her prints all over it as clear as other than made in sealing wax. Right handed, aren't you, Tommy? Yeah? Right handed? Let me see your right hand to take an expert to read these Those prince are yours? All right? Kid? Yeah? I guess they are?

And you still don't remember, honest, Denny, I don't. Can you think of any other explanation? O, there's the guy with the frog voice, But I must have just dreamed them up. I don't know, Oh kid, I guess this is it? You know? All you could then he don't feel bad? The complete in sanity or something. Maybe we can prove you with dopes. Maybe you better call headquarters. Then let's get it over all, right? So where are you going find of my phone from here? The Kirk listening? So he was getting all the wolves on us before we have to?

Aren't you afraid that? I'll no, No, I won't. I just have him sent a detective car. You won't have to go on the wagon. Thanks, right, Let me have my gun. Sure, I'll be back right down for a couple of minutes. What kind of sick I am? Oh m, that's the idea. Take a little snooze. I won't be gone long. Get a little sleep. Do you're good, I'll be right back. Have a little trouble in here. Blood, sure, blood all over your shit. Oh, he's all right. Put him in the closet. Lock that door. You right in your pocket.

I'm not going any place back in just a minute. Sure, I'll be right back. Be right, man, he is you? Yeah me? Hey, what are you gonna do with him? Froggy? Get him in the other room until his top of friend misses him and status looking. I listen, I don't want to be in anything like this. Shut out to You're in it up to your neck. Come on, you get up, Okay, get going up to halla. Open the other door, Joe, sure, get in there. That's the guy Frog. Yeah, listen, Froggy, Just don't look so good.

There was people who knew you were getting ready to give it to Doyling. Sure, sure, that's why I framed it. Guy. Oh, let's treble. I went to doped him and brought Doyle in there when he was out, planted the key on him, bloodied him up, put the knife in his hand. I still don't see how he how he ever, came to in time. Yeah, but he did, so what reframe him again? Music? You like music, don't you? You're pretty sweet about music, ain't you? Well for your information, that's har Monica Hall Ray Hudson for the night.

And in this room it comes through the window on a count of the resid window. But in the other room it comes through the walls on a count of the rat no window, catch on. Better close the window, joke, No, no, wait a minute, Yeah, I do like music, your mind. If a guy in the spot like I am, here's a little music, what about a joy? Sure, leave it up and let's have music while we work. He'll cover up the noise if he makes any fuss. So what's a new angle? Knock him out? Jump him in the park?

Did by his own hand? Mean more? The gun beside him and playing some door stuff on him? Yeah, yeah, I got it, all right, get don get going till right? Yeah? What a hat Jimmy's mind? Yeah, put a card around him. He's drunk, see, and we're taking care of him. Okay, round the back, nobody else see us going out that way? All right? All right, you're ready? Just take a yeah, okay, all right, Hey a look at that door. Okay, okay, yeah, let's go lock the door after we go on. Okay, down the hold of the backstairs.

Hey, what all right? Get from you guys? I got go find out, got that guy out of the guy's mouth and tie him my cure. Then I heard the music. I hope you would. I asked him to leave the window. I heard the conversation too. Enough, okay, boys, take him down. All right? Come on, come on, say who are those guys? Is a mobster? Doya was one of his boys, A double across him. I feel okay, I guess that was kind of close. Yeah, all the way around. Look kid, I skip it. Anny, I'm sorry, Tommy, honest, I thought you did it.

Then he until just now, so did I and so closes The Singing Wall starring Preston Foster with Dane Clark, Tonight's Tale of Suspends. This is your narrator, man in Black. Who conveys to you Columbia's invitation to spend this half hour in suspense with us again next week at this same time, when Miss Lilli Engish and mister Rodokruger will star in the suspense play Marry for Murder. The producer of these broadcast is William Spear, who, with Ted Bliss, the director, Bernard Hermann and Lucian Merrowick conductor and composer, and Robert L. Richards, the radio author, collaborated on tonight's suspense.

This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. My dear, I know your eyes are getting heavy. The night is growing darker, deeper, and of course it is the darkest before the light brings back its dominion. But how about just one more good fright to end this good night? A night like this belongs to the Avengers. Have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler. I'm the Whistler. No, it wasn't a dream. It was too real. This is what I've I'm afraid of. I know you don't believe you. You think I'm insane, both of you. Friday Night and CBS presents the Whistler.

I the Whistler, know many things, for I walk by night. I know many. Strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. And so I tell you tonight the weird story of the Avengers. In the Great Southwest, a range of high mountains extends as far as the eye can see. This is mining country, silver and gold. Halfway down the mountain is a tiny village, the mining town of Rainbow, a raucous sort of place composed of a number of stores, many saloons in the Federal Land Office where the fortune hunters file their claims.

Fifteen years ago, Rainbow was a rip roaring village. And in a back room of the Crystal Palace bar, a young man and a young woman hold an earnest conversation. Tell me, miss Martin, how long have you been in this town? Oh? About two years. Came here from Kansas City. And you know my brother John Maddox, I certainly do. How well do you know him? Huh? Well enough. He came out here a year ago and he's been hiding out up on the mountain side ever since. Got a cabin up. There prospecting, of course, who isn't How well do you know him?

Oh, he used to come into town quite often. I got acquainted with him in here. First. I fell for him in a big way. He seemed to resent it. Finally gave me the cold shoulder. Well, he has a wife and five year old daughter back east. That's what he said, but I didn't believe him. He's a bit nutty, isn't he natty? Now, I wouldn't say nutty. He's a smart boy. He's an engineer, graduated at the State School. Of Mines, he is. But what's he doing here living like a hermit? I wonder he gave you the cold shoulder?

Eh, he certainly did. Well. John is an educated mineralogist. He came out here to make a strike, and if anyone does, he should be that one. Maybe he's located of. Anabre What do you have on your mind, mister maddis Well. I thought maybe you'd seen him visiting the stairs office a little more often than usual. And what if I have or the land office. Go on, mister maddick Well, I wouldn't be interested in knowing the activities of an ordinary prospectors, a graduate minning engineer like John. He may have a lead on something good. Yes, And I thought that, as I heard, you might be more or less familiar with his activities.

That's right, I am, And maybe you'd like to come in with me. What do you mean? You know where he's been working, you know the area he's most interested in. So if you let me know. I'll beat him to it. Well, split split, that's right? How about it? Sure? Why not? You know? I think I'm going to like you, mister Maddix. Frank is the name, all right, Frank? This is it. He has found a spot. It didn't mean much to mean to now, but he's been working on the same location for a week or more.

I'm sure he's hit something good. That's all I wanted to know. I'll just drop in and surprise him. See you later, partner. And so that night, John Maddox is working on some maps and papers. The meager lamp throws a dim light about the room for an hour. He sits at the table, and suddenly the silence is shattered by a sound from the kitchen. Who's there? Come on over there, Come on? What are you doing here? What do you want? How long you been in that kitchen? Why? So you are the little thief that's been stealing my things?

Eh? What do you have to restart? Nothing? I know you are. You're Tony Watson Justice, the one who pins my camera, my binoculars, yes, and several other things. And I am turning you over to the sheriff right now. Sheriff, No, I didn't take him. I get I cam steal anything. But what I know who did? Well, you little liar, you're the one, and believe me, you're caught on that job this time in island. Just a minute, sheriff, come back here, Why that little devil? Just a second? Well, hello John, thank that's right to your brother Frank himself.

Come in. What do you want? What are you doing here? Just dropped in town. Thought i'd see how you were doing. Getting along? All right? You might like to hear about your wife and your daughter, said why you came here? Your wife is very well, your daughter is just five years old today, still wondering how you're getting along. And when you're gonna send bull I know all about that. I'm going to send for them very soon. Yeah, I'm gonna live in this little shack. Certainly not. There's something a lot better by the time they arrived, will you?

Ah, didn't have a diame when you left. Thank you to you in your lives. I know who's responsible for father's cutting me off with only a dollar. You would be instruck paid out here, John? No, all these interesting papers maps on the table, nothing, Oh but they must mean something. Get away from that table. Let them alone. Put up your hands and stand good. Touch those papers back there. Uh huh. Interesting, So you have struck something all ready to be recorded. Frank. If you, dear, I'll kill you. Why do you think I came here? You don't worry.

I'll settle up later. I'll see you get a share. My wife and my daughter, daren, they haven't a cent. I've not been able to give them anything in months. You can't do this. They'll put those papers down, Frank, I'll break all thirty. You'd better stay where you are. No, I'll koot you first. I'll keeting you. Crazy, Keep back, Keep away. Crazy fool. I told you I shoot here. You're the fool. Frank, You're the fool. She won't get away with this. I'll see to that. You will pay. Frank. I'm not through with you yet. You were every one.

Everything you hold, dear, will will be taken away. You will pay it back, Frank me if I have to climb out of my grave. John John. Frank stands for a moment, then stuffs the papers and maps into his pocket and rushes to the door and into the night. A few seconds later, a face a face at the window disappears, and suddenly reappears to the back door, and a boy stands looking at the inert figure on the cabin floor shows. Him right, I won't tell a sheriff anything about. Now fifteen years has passed, and now the little mining village of Rainbow is a thriving city of mines and smelters, and the richest mine of all is the one owned by Frank Maddox, and Frank Maddox rules the city.

Frank is married now and the child a girl of five. The child has been ill for days, and tonight, as Frank Mattic steps to the door, his wife meets him with a strange vacant. There, noble, what's happened? How was she? She? Oh? Doctors, and they couldn't say no. They said she didn't have a chance. They did their best, fools. What good are they? What are they paid for? They don't even know what was wrong with her? Well, whatever it was, it was horrible. She she died in agony, specialist. I told them they can name her own price.

The sky was a limit. She didn't seem to make any difference. A poor little thing, poor baby. It didn't seem to be anything serious at first, it was just a week ago. She was sitting at her desk drawing pictures, and then all of a sudden she started to guess for breath and tell her the floor any faint, Yes, yes, I know. Then she lapsed into a coma. Oh Frank, what was it? What? What is it? I I get my brand here, freak by Greg. I didn't want to tell you, but I'm frightened. I've had it for several hours.

It's just like the baby, the same thing, the. Baby, and now you are. I know what it is. It's him. It's John Brother. Yes, I knew this was going to happen. John told me John's dead and. The baby took sick. I saw him in a dream. He told me something was going to happen to us. And last night I saw him again. It was grinning and laughing. He told me that he told you what he told me, that he finally reached through to me, that he finally made contact. That's crazy. He said tomorrow would be a sad day for me day.

But it's a dream. I know, I knowbody. He said something else. He said that now his wife was dead, that the sooner I made things right with his daughter to read the. Better, Frank, that's nonsense. No, no, there must be something too. I'll find a girl. I'll get her down here. I'll try to fix things up. Maybe maybe that'll stumple. Frank, Please please use your head. It was a dream. I've got to find that girl. I'll send Anthony to find her. I'll explain the whole thing to him. He can find her. Why tell him about it, please, my assistant, I confide in him.

He'll find her very well. Then tell Anthony, tell him to find and bring her here. Because if you, Frank Melburgh Nolburgh, darling, please find that girl Dorry. Frank Maddox carries his stricken wife to her room and calls the doctor. The next day, he explains in a way to his young assistant, Anthony Watson. Anthony rushes to the east to locate Dorian Maddocks, and, needless to say, he does. Before she knows what it's all about. She's aboard the train with young Anthony. Didn't you even know you had uncle, Frank? Oh? Yes, of course, but I didn't know much about him.

When did your mother die, Irene? Five years ago? She well, she committed suicide. What became of your father? Might have to prospect for gold or silver or something. But he got into trouble. Someone shot him, and that's all I. Know about him. Has your uncle Frank ever offered to help you, No, not that I know of. I never mentioned it. If he did. He's a very rich man, you know, and as I've told you, very ill ill. Well, he's sort of mentally ill as well as physically. Oh green are you? That is? Weller girl? As lovely as you should be engaged or in love.

But I'm not. You're not really No, that's wonderful. I can't believe it. Well, that's the truth. Whether you believe it, I'm not well. I believe you, and well, I'm glad to hear it. And so you see, Doreena, i'd completely lost track of you. I wondered about you and your mother since the tragic death of your father. Mother died several years ago. Uncle. Yes, I should have attempted to look at you long ago, should you? Yes? Sure, my brother's child, it was my duty to look after you. See that you want for nothing. But I've been getting along all right.

I've not been well, Dorene. I've been quite ill lately. I've been terribly upset my nerves. Perhaps you've been working to her. No, no, it isn't that, Dorene. I I'd like you to stay here, make this your home. I have a check for you, a little present, five thousand dollars. No, please, uncle, it isn't necessary. You must have accepted, Dorene, you must. I don't need it. I'll be glad to stay here with you until you're better. Really, I don't know what i'd do with's five hours. I feel better if you accepted it, and perhaps your father would, Father would what, Dolene, I must tell you.

I've got to tell you. It's striving me mad. John is trying to kill me. Oh, uncle, father's been dead for you. I know, I knowbody died hating me, hating you. He blamed me for his having been cut off with only a dollar in our father's will. But he was wrong. And I don't know he's trying to kill me. I can't believe such a thing. I have horrible nightmares. John appears to me, always threatening me. He came to me the night my little daughter. He came here. Then after she died, he came again when my wife was stricken.

Him said that after she was gone my turn. But that's just your imagination, Uncle, Get it out of your mind. I can't. I'm afraid to go to sleep. You only see him in your dream, yes, but each time he comes nearer, closer, more real. What isn't just imagination. I'm afraid that one of these days I'll I'll see him when I'm not asleep. And you think my being here will help Matthis is that. Yes, if he knows you're here, I'm taking care of you and have your welfare at heart. Perhaps, well, perhaps he'll. Let me alone prove to him if he judged you wrongly.

Yes, I must make him understand that I can't go on in this way. I'm a physical wreck. I'm ill, praid my mind will snap. I understand, Uncle. I'll try to help you, but you must try to get this off your mind. Yes, you better go to bed down, uncle. Please take the check very well. Good night. An hour passes, and in spite of himself, Frank drops into a fretful sleep. He moans and tosses about, and as usual, he dreams of John again, sees him come through the wall and stand in the center of the room.

You won't get away with it, Frank, everything and everyone you hold dear could be taken away. You'll pay it back, Frank. To me and mine? No alone? Sorry, uncle, what's happening to read? He will here just now. I s I heard him laughing. That I heard him, I tell you what. You could hear his laugh all of the house. I heard nothing, Uncle, That a sound. I woke up to you. I heard it. Uncle, you must have been dreaming. But I haven't been asleep since I left you. I've been reading. I didn't hear a sound you.

You didn't hear anything. Really, No, not a sound, you, Anthony. I heard nothing. You were just dreaming. Oh no, it was too real. This is what I've been afraid of. I know you don't believe me. You think I'm insane. Uncle, Please, yes, maybe I am. No, No, don't read, don't go, don't go, please Uncle. There's nothing I can do. It's up to you. You must convince yourself that it's all imagination. Good night, Uncle. And then the next night comes and Frank dreams again the same frightful dream. John appears, repeats the same words and laughs in the same way.

Frank is wide awake, now shaking with fear, and all the while trying to convince himself that it's only his imagination. Then the bedroom door opens. Suddenly Doreen steps into the room. Her face is white with fear. She trembles as she moves slowly towards the bed. Dobreen, what is it? What's wrong? I'm just now I heard something? What Doreen? What did you hear? Must have? But it was so clear, father, Yes, yes, I heard him, and he was laughing. And if you heard him, it must be true. He has come back. Did you hear it too, Yes, yes, he was here in this room.

What did he say to you? I can't remember. I was so frightened, but I heard him and that laughed. Now you believe me? No, you know I'm not imagining. Until frightened, I don't know what to think. I can't stay here any longer. I've got to leave. I can't stay another night. Please, don't go Nut yet. Promise that you'll state it's just a while longer, please? Or right, I'll try, I'll see. Then comes the next night, another dreadful night of horror. Frank tries his best to control his mounting fear. As evening passes and midnight comes, he fights sleep the sleep that brings him nothing but horrifying dreams and the voice of John.

But finally he can hold out no longer and his eyes close. A half hour goes by then. Frank, Frank, you're not asleep, Frank, You're wide away and this is real. It's odd. What do you want? Tell me, I'll do it. I'll do anything. I told you you'd pay everything, and every one dear to you would be taken away at this very moment. Your wife is dying, Frank, first your daughter, now your wife, and then you John. Please, I'll do anything. Then sit down at that table and write, write a will, everything to the one that belongs to my daughter.

Dream. Yes, yes, I'll do it. And the confession, Frank, confession and confession that you came to my cabin that night it killed me. Oh no, I can, so you can, and you will now hang. They won't hang you. No, write the will and the confession. Yes, but I'm afraid that. They won't hang you, because in just one minute you will be dead. It's off very Frank. You haven't much time to see your soul. You're going to have a stroke. Frank. In just a minute, you'll feel a sudden beating of your temples. A stroke what they'll call it, and you'll be dead.

Very is a mind that I will Your conscience will be clear, Frank. And that'll be best for you. I know I said that, Rachel, if I had to crawl out of my gray. There it is now. Please be along, Frank, Please please rate, Frank. You're going back with me to look at the clock. Fifteen seconds left. Now it's starting. Your head is beginning to whirl. Strange sounds beat in your ears. Faster, faster, do you yes? Yes, please don't John. Five seconds. There it is. If you're dying, Frank, this is the. End, the end of Frank Maddock, A young young No.

Well, good, thank good, Thank Anthony, Sam, what's happened? I've heard him screaming, Anthony, I think you jillis puff. I can't find it had a trace it is. I don't know. He's had a stroke. I think I'll call the doctor. Yes, let's go after him. His cars out of order. Come on. Maybe too late for the doctor, but we'd better get him anyway. Use this phone and tell him I'll be there in a few minutes. Can hear doctor? What happened to him? I think he had a stroke. Stroke? Eh, well, you had him screaming and when he got here he was unconscious.

Really is dead, but he didn't have a stroke. What you can say for yourself? He's been stabbed in the heart. You don't need me, You want the police the same mess as you heard your uncle screaming. I did wanted it seem to be a scream of pain. No. No, I couldn't make out what it was, but it sounds as though he was horribly frightened. It seemed as though he was pleading with someone. Did you hear, Anthony, Yes, it sounded just as Dreene said, as though someone or something. Were after him. What do you mean by something?

Oh? I just used that as a form of expression. And when you reached him, he was on the floor unconscious. Was he dead? We didn't know. I couldn't find any posts. But that doesn't necessarily mean anything. That's why I went for the doctor. And you didn't notice the knife woned in his chest? No? Did you see it? Miss No? It may have been there, but I didn't notice it. Are you sure he didn't have a stroke? Doctor? Positive. He may have had a collapse, fainted, but there was no stroke. He died from this stab in the heart.

What sort of instrument would you say was used? Well, I'd say a long, thin knife about a half inch wide, like a letter opener, Yes, sort of a stiletto. Doctor. Had you been treating mister Mattix lately for any particular ailment? Well, I've been attending him frequently of late. What was troubling him? I don't know. I don't know. Are you sure? Well? I couldn't find any definite physical trouble, but he was becoming terribly run down, seemed to get worse each day. He couldn't eat nor sleep, extremely nervous, hype attention. I gave him sedatives and tonics, but they seemed to do no good.

So I finally came to the conclusion that it was mental. Mattal what do you mean? I think he developed some sort of phobia, a fear what I was never able to determine in time. It would have resulted in insanity and finally death, or perhaps a stroke and death. But in this case, it was not a stroke. You've been attending his wife, yes, what is her ailment? Carcinoma, but she doesn't know it. There's nothing more I can do for her except alleviate the pain ms manics From the tone of your uncle's screams, would you say that there was some person in the room with him at the time?

Yes and no? Yes and no. What does that mean? I mean he may have thought someone was here with him. May have thought someone was with him. Yes, there is well, from all appearances, there was someone with him, for someone who stabbed him. Anthony was mismatics in this room and you came in. No, we met in the hall and came in together, and neither of you saw the knife. Woe. I'm sure I didn't freen He just said that he may have thought someone was here in this room. What do you mean he was afraid of afraid of why?

Afraid of who? Afraid of my father? Why? Why? Your father's been dead fifteen years? Yeah, yes, but that's just it, honey, as well tell you he was afraid my father was trying to kill him. That's what was wrong with him. I couldn't sleep. Oh gosh, now it's spoke. No. No, he said the father appeared to him every. Night and threatened him, threatened him. Well, all right, so he threatened him. Why? He said father hated him? Father thought uncle Frank had caused him to lose his inheritance. Well, doctor, you think that's what was wrong with Frank?

Could have been quite possible, all right, I'll grant you that. But no spoke produced that knife wound. Ireen. Do you believe that your father lost his inherentans because of your uncle? No? No, I do not. I are sure. I'm sure father did not lose his father of the estate because of Uncle Frank. I am sure. Could you approve that? Oh no, no, I couldn't. I never heard father mention it. I never heard him accuse Uncle Frank. What brought you here? My uncle sent for me? Why? Because he was a afraid of my father. He thought my being here might helped matter.

That's right, Captain. He sent me for Dream. I located her and brought her here. Oh me, my, this gets worse and worse. You know all about it too, Yes, mister Maddock's confided in me. He had the idea that if Dream were brought here and he showed good intentions toward her, that John would leavehim alone for Joan. What a busy guy. It isn't funny. You just said it. Frank Maddox has been murdered and it wasn't a spook. I know who did it, and I know why. What are you talking about? Frank Maddix didn't send for her.

She came here of her own accord, and for a definite reason. She did not I brought her here. Ellian, you're trying to cover her up for I am not because you're in love with there. Anybody can see that. What if I am in love with him? That doesn't have anything to do with this. Frank Maddox sent me for her. He did not. She knew that Frank was the cause of her father losing his inheritance, so she came here to kill him, and she did. It doesn't make sense. Why would she kill him? What would she game for that?

I have a hair of revenge. If it hadn't been for Frank, her father would have been wealthy, and so was she. But she didn't know about her father's accusations until Frank Maddox's told her himself. Oh, then you admit that she does know about it now. I knew nothing about it until Uncle Prak told me. But I still think father was wrong. Whether you know about it before you came here or learn it after you got here, what's the difference. It's a motive. You stabbed him, he left the room, and then you met Anthony in the hall.

You're stuck, miss Maddix, and you're haven't a chance. Wait, wait a minute, missus Maddox, don't come in here. Why why shouldn't I come in here? You shouldn't get up you well you should. I know, I know all about it. I know what's happened. I've heard every word. You're you're very ill, Missus Maddocks. I know I heard you, and now I know what's wrong with me. I know what corsinoma is. Doctor. Please go back to bed. No, not just yet. I well this girl, Doreen, you're wrong. She's innocent. She had nothing to do with it. That is not directly.

What do you mean, missus Maddox. She didn't kill Frank, I did you. She's perfectly innocent. Frank did send for her. He was afraid of John. He dreamed about him every night. He did think John was trying to reach him from the grave, trying to kill him. It was his imagination, I know, but he really believed it, and he had a good reason to believe it. What I've heard Frank moaning and yelling for weeks and weeks I heard him tonight. I came in here and found him on the floor. He'd made a will, this paper, leaving everything to Dora in and explaining.

Why, oh, sit down, Melbourne. Yes, well he came out of his faint when I found this will. I went wild when I saw it. He tried to get it away from me. He said it had to be that way. We struggled for it, and I took the paper knife and stabbed him. I went back to my room, but I've been standing outside the door. I heard everything, particularly what you said about me, doctor, So what does it matter? This girl is innocent, pap Let's see it. I'll tell you what it says. It leaves everything Frank has to Dorian and the reason why Frank killed John.

Yes, it was all my fault. I knew John had made a strike, and I told Frank about it. Frank went to John's cabin and killed him, took the maps in the papers and filed an acclaim. I was the one responsible for everything, but it all rightfully belongs to Doreen. And now, well, now that I've heard the doctor's sentence, what does it matter? Well, Dorene. That was lucky for you, lucky that Melbourne was standing outside the door and heard the doctor lit what I know about you, Dorene. You and Anthony Anthony did bring you down here, but on the way he fell madly in love with you.

He told you about your uncle's fears, and so between the two of you, you decided to make his dreams more than real. Anthony arranged a little radio speaker in Uncle Frank's room. It was Anthony who spoke to Frank, not John's voice from the grave. Anthony merely amplified Frank's dreams. Yes, you and Anthony planned to work on Frank psychologically in order to get that will in the confession. But how did Anthony know the exact words to use the words John used when he was dying that night in the cabin. Why Because Anthony was the little boy John caught in his cabin that night, the boy who heard every word said between Frank and John, the smart little boy who saw it all.

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I'll be here, same time, same place, happy to share something with you. But if I may ask one favor before you go. As you make your way home, as you march through the woods and over the river, as you head through the dark alleys of your town, as you lay your head on your soft pillow and blink away the day, take one moment and be thankful for what you have, and I'll be seeing you soon. Bring your. Mumbling private thanks of pregnant Bou