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Marshall. Welcome to the sound of suspense. Welcome to the fear you can hear, but mostly to the world of terrifying imagination. In the next fifty two minutes, you hear a story about a girl with a most unusual talent, a talent for finding lost dolls or dead bodies. May not be glad you met Iris Lloyd, but we don't think you'll forget her and. Faith and faint. I'm here, I'm here, Come and find me. Where are you house? My poor dolly? Where held me? Help me? It's a dark and I'm afraid. And our mystery drama, The Girl who Found Things was written especially for the Mystery theater by Henry Slesser and stars Norman Rose.

It is sponsored in part by the Kellogg Company, makers of Kellogg's special k cereal, and by Anheuser Busch Incorporated, brewers of Budweiser. I'll be back shortly with that one on you, and now Act one of the girl who found things. It begins serenely enough in the pleasant little town of Medvale, but with a woman who is preparing to leave it just as soon as her taxi arrives. Come in, Lucas, the day is apen. Oh, for heaven's sake, that man's death. Oh, abram As, will there? I hope I'm not too early. No, I'm all packed. You can take that trunk in the hallway first.

Then I've got a few small suitcases, but they can go on the back seat with me. As ma'am. That all you're taking the Europe I. Sent the rest ahead to the ships. Well, go on, Lucas, start loading that taxi. Yes, ma'am, Yeah, I was just wondering if there is something you wanted me to do in the house for closing up. You know it's all been done, Lucas. You're sure you turned off the gas. Let this be How about the fireplace I see ahead of fires morning? Are you sure it's good and cold? Oh? I suppose you could check it again, just in case.

Better received than sorry, they say. Seems to me you got a couple of embers burning there and maybe I could put them out. For the shovel please, sorry, Lucas, Yes, ma'am. I'm going about this as fast as I can. Yeah, you see this isn't easy for me. That isn't Look at seven stakes. Put the shovel back. You're tracking ashes all over the floor. Please please turn around, Miss Wheeler. Don't look at me, Lucas, are you crazy? I can't do this if you're looking at. Me, look at put that down. I'm sorry, Miss we are. Had to do it.

Misswearing, I had. Nae pick you up, take you outside for the woods. That's when I got to bury miss. How much? Father David? We've been driving for. All almost their darling, Just relaxed. Tell me more about your aunt's face. I don't really feel prepared to meet her. No one's ever fully prepared for ant's face. I warn you that she's something of a character. Just waiting to be discovered by Monthly Digest. Anyway, after my mother died, she became less fancy and more motherly. That's why she was so upset when I got married Aid and failed to do my filial duty.

By bringing your bride home for approval something like that. I suppose she's going to resent me for being two years too late. I'll take my word for it. She'll be crazy about you. But remember what I said, she's an old gypsy. Don't be surprised if she dragged out a crystal ball and starts predicting your future. Speaking of which, there's our future for the next few months, straight ahead of us the old homestead. David, is that yours doesn't raid? David handsome and oh, I'm so glad to see you. It's wonderful seeing you of faith. Meet Rowena, well, and it's about time.

Hello missus Demers. Nice to meet you at last. Oh, David, she's beautiful. Come inside, Come in, I've got a fire going. Let me take your coat. My dear. Oh what a lovely fern. What is it? Link sable? I told her Weena she ought to wear the label on the outside of the people. Oh, well, I didn't know you had company at Oh, yes. This is Lieutenant Reese, Lieutenant. This is my nephew, David Wheeler and his wife Rowena. Lieutenant. That isn't a military title, isn't it now, sir, I'm with the police. Of course. Well how do you do?

I'm sorry we have. To meet this way, but then I always seem to meet people when they're in trouble. Of course, I've known missus DeMars for some time. Or Lieutenant Reese has been a wonderful help of my charity work, David, and he's been such a comfort since this awful thing happened. Yes, ah, well it's been years since I was in this room. I'd appreciate it if you and I could have a word alone. Rowena, I'll tell you what. Why don't you and I go upstairs and I'll show you your room? Yes, that would be fun.

I can even show you the room where David was born and his old nursery. Well how long has it been since you left Medvale, mister Wheeler? Oh? Maybe ten years. I've been back here on visits, of course, once when my father died four years ago. As you know, our family businesses down south. Yes, yes, I now you and your sister, my half sister. Yes, you and your half sister, Geraldine, you were the only proprietors of the mill, weren't you. That's right, But you did most of the managing. I got it. When your parents died, Miss Wheeler kept the estate and you went to Virginia to manage the mill.

That's how it was right, That's how it was successfully. Would you say, Lieutenant, I'm going to save you a great deal of time. Geraldine and I didn't get along. We saw as little of each other as we both could arrange, and that was very little. Thank you for being frank. I could even guess your next question, Lieutenant. You'd like to know when I saw Geraldine last? When did you? Three months ago in Virginia on her semi annual. Visit of the mill. But you were in Medvale after that, weren't you. But yes, I came up to see Geraldine in March on a business matter.

As my aunt may have told you. Geraldine refused to see me. And what sort of business matter was it? I wanted Geraldine to approve a bank loan I wished to make to purchase new equipment. She was against it. Wouldn't even discuss it. So I went home and you never saw her again. Never. And in case you're wondering, Lieutenant, I have no idea where she is, no idea at all. Sure you don't want to tea Rowena, No, thank you, Aunt Faith I'll stick to Scott. I have some tea, darling. And he wants to read your future in the leaves.

I wish I could read the future rather the past. You're thinking about Geraldine. I simply can't understand what became of it, David. So she was all set for that trip to Europe. Some of her bag were already on the ship. You remember Lucas, the taxi driver. He came out here to pick her up, take her to the station. But she wasn't here. She wasn't anywhere. Well, I suppose the police checked all the usual sources. Hospital molds, everywhere. That Lieutenant Reese said. Anything could have happened to her. She might have been robbed and murdered, she might have lost her memory, she might even have well this I'd never believed, but Lieutenant Reese said she might have disappeared deliberately with some man.

I know what happened to her, William. She just left, She just walked out of this big, gloomy house and this crawy little town. She was sick of living alone. David, I have an idea about how we can find Geraldine. Really, I'm going to ask Iris Lloyd where Geraldine is? Ask whom? Iris Lloyd. Don't tell me you've never heard of the child, for there was a story in the papers about her only two months ago, and heaven knows, I've mentioned her in my le there's a dozen times. I remember. She's the one who's psychic or something, some sort of orphan.

Yes, Iris is a ward of the state, a resident at the Medvale Home for Girls. I've been vice chairman of the place for dumpy years. That's how I know her. But she's sixteen, David. Absolutely uncanny. And what makes her such a phenomenon. She's a fear David, A genuine clairvoyance of not. A medium at sixteen. Oh no, I suppose you could call her a finder. She seems to have the ability to find things that are lost people too. How does she do it? I'm not sure Iris knows herself. The gift hasn't made the poor child happy.

Such talents rarely, do you know. One day the home had a picnic at Compton Lake, they discovered an eight year old named Dorothea was missing. They couldn't find her until Iras Lloyd began screaming. Screaming, these insights cause a great pain. But she was able to describe the place where Dorothea could be found. The girl had sprained her ankle. Oh, you're right, Andy, Darling. I don't agree with you. Let's just leave the search to the police. David, David, I've arranged with the home for Iris to spend some time with us. Are you serious you invited that girl here?

Well, she has to become acquainted with Geraldine's aura. Don't you see the awe that's still in this house. I won't have it. I'm sorry, Annie, but the whole thing's ridiculous. Oh. I knew you would object, David, but I'm afraid I have to insist. We're picking up the girl this afternoon. Really, now, I say, you understand. My dear, don't you. Yes, I understand, missus, and I'm looking forward to meeting Iris. Lloyd. Please come in, miss I suppose this is the nephew you told me about it. Yes, sister, this is mister David Wheeler. David, this is sister Clotilde who runs the home.

How do you do, sister? How do you do? In case your aunt hasn't told you, mister Wheeler, I'm not at all in favor of this move. I think it's wrong to encourage Iris in its delusion of her. Well, when you and I agree with each other, Sister, it's not a delusion, Sister Totild, it's a gift from God. She is undisciplined, you might even say wild, but you are letting us have her, sister, she can come home with us. Did you think my poor objections carry any weight, Missus Demrist? One moment, Sister Pauline, would you send Iris Lloyd in?

Now? Shall I come in? Yes? Iras come in. Iris. You know, Missus Demerist, this is her nephew, mister Wheeler. Hello, hell you remember me. Iris have been coming here at least three or four times a year to see all your girls. Yes, Missus Demerist. Now the directors have been good enough to let us take you home with us for a while. We need your help. We want you to see if you can find someone who is lost. Yes, Missus Dennrist, I'd like to come home with you. I'd like to help you find Missus Wheeler. Then you know about my poor niece.

Iris. The Secret Service couldn't have secretary of Missus Demerist. You know how girls are. Well. I guess we can get started at any time. If Missus Lloyd is. Ready, please call her Iris. Mister Wheeler, remember that you're still dealing. With a child. Iris. I hope you'll enjoy staying with us. I have a lovely room for you. I'm sure you'll like it. Do you know what I really like? What's that a cigarette? Iris? Don't tell me you smoke Iris only. When I can get away with it spelled. You're not getting away with it now, for Heaven's sake.

Oh, never mind, never mind. Uh, hello there, mister Wheeler. Oh Lucas, Uh, how are you? How's the taxi business? M e? Good day doctor you man, mister Wheler. I know, Lucas. I'm sorry. I gotta get these groceries home. We have company for dinner tonight. She's at your place and she that girl what girl? And Irish Lloyd, the girl who finds things. I'm afraid of, mister Whilly. I'm afraid she'll find out what we did. Did you ever say anything like that to me again. I'm scared, mister Whaley. I'm telling you that girl is peculiar. She knows what you're thinking.

They say. She knows where you can find anything, even dead body got to wait from me. Lucas, I told you to keep away from me when I came here. Now away from my car, or I run you down. And I'm scared. I'm scared that little girl. Lucas the taxi driver, Lucas the murderer, is scared. But David Wheeler seems to be frightened too, and maybe we'll learn if the fright is justified when we returned shortly with that too. Now let's go back to the little town of Medvale for the second act of The Girl who Found Things.

David Wheeler has just returned from a shopping trip, but he finds things that are different in the big house at the end of the road. What happened here, Rowena, This room looks like a cyclone headed. It was Hurricane Iris. What are you talking about? A face caught her, sweet little orphan Annie in here smoking one of my cigarettes. I didn't hear the whole argument, but I'll tell you one thing. That girl has the vocabulary of a longshoreman. Maybe that'll knock some sense into ad Faith. Iris started throwing things, and that's when ant Faith went upstairs to lie down.

I go and see her, tell her to take her psychic delinquent back where she came from. I wouldn't bother her. Now she's not feeling well. Well, I'll see the little monster? Then? Where is she? Next door to us? In Geraldine's room? Iris? Iris is, mister Wheeler? May I come in? Hello? Hanson? Auntie says you went shopping? What have you been up to? Iris? And my aunt isn't a well woman, and we won't put up with any bad behavior. Now. What happened downstairs? Nothing? I found a button ashtray and took a couple of drags. Do you think I was committing immortal sin?

The way she. Yelled at me? I heard you did some fancy yelling yourself. Is is that what the sisters taught to you at the home. They didn't teach me anything worthwhile? Maybe you need more instruction. Maybe you better get back there as soon as possible. Oh, mister Reeler, please, I'm awfully sorry. I didn't need to do anything wrong. I didn't I didn't. I don't, Please, don't any down. Wait wait a minute now. Please don't do it, Okay, go on, I'm sorry. It was the deivil. I'm sure it was the devil trying. To take my body.

It's all right. I know you didn't mean what you said. No, it suggests it makes you this way, And don't worry about what I asked you to do. You take your time about gerald Deane, take as long as you like. Oh would I want to help? I really do. Act think No, wait a minute, and you're not going to fall for this. Do you know something? I can feel your niece in his house and face. I really can. I can feel her in this room, whispering to me, trying to tell me where she is. Can you, Irish?

Can you really can't you see that? I can? I can. I can feel her everywhere. I can almost touch miss Wheeler. Oh is this her clocket? These are her clothes? Oh? They're so beautiful. She must have looked beautiful in them. Has iris ever seen a photo of Geraldine? Oh? Look at this one. It's all gold, all shiny gold, and it's so long. Was she very tall? It's an evening gown? Irish? Oh, I can censor in this gown, I can. I just know I'm going to be able to f for you and faith I know it.

Yes, yes, I believe that to my child. Won't you have some more of the beef Rowena, No. Thank you, we'd better save some for Iris. Something tells me that little girl had a very big appetite. I wish she'd come downstairs. I told her dinner would be served at seven point thirty. Would you like me to go upstairs and see if she's all right? No, no, I'm sure she'll be down in a moment. You've really forgiven her completely, haven't you? Of course? Oh, you don't understand psychic personality, David. It wasn't her swearing at me this afternoon.

It was this demon which possesses her, the same spirit that gives her the gift of insight. David the fork, take a look at what's coming downstairs in a gold lammeet evening gown. For heaven sake, Hello everyone, Iris, whatever are you wearing? You go upstairs and get that dress off. You have no right to wear my sister's clothes. Take it off. Why should I do you hurt me? Get that dress back in the closet. I won't, I won't, and faith no, I won't take it off. Do you know what I told you? I have to wear your niece's clothes so I can feel her arm.

You're a going to feel my foot in about five seconds if you don't. Go upstairs, anybody in it. Don't take me, don't please, don't cry, David. You shouldn't talk that way to the pool there. I won't stay here. I won't hope you find your knees that. I can't do anything of a kind, and you know it. Iris, Iris listened to me. Iris, you remember those things you did at the home to where you found things for sister to raise? Yes? Do you think you could do something like that again right now? For us? I don't know.

I could try. Would you let her try? David? I don't know what you mean. I want you to hide some thing or name some object you've lost to misplaced, perhaps somewhere in this house. If this is silly, it's a parlor game. At least you can do is try it, all right? How do we play this game of hide and seek? David? What about the cat? The cat? You remember you once told me about a wool kitten you used to have as a child. You said you lost it somewhere in the house when you were five, and you were so happy about it you wouldn't eat for days.

That's thirty years ago. Rowena. All the better, all the better, David, Iris, Do you think you could find it? Could you find David's claw? Kitten? Oh, I'm not sure. I'm never sure. Just try, Iris. We won't blame you if you fail. It might have been thrown out ages ago. But try anyway, all right, I will, but you'll have. To shut off flights and then what burn incense? And chance gave it? Please turn off the room while you were there, Iris. The room is dark enough, isn't it. Yes, Yes, it's dark enough. When I close my eyes, obviously, I.

Think she's going into a trance. It's so hard for me, Darling. She isn't, David, I know she isn't. She's in a genuine France. Oh hard, Oh. It's so hot. She's you isn't making nothing so hot? Back here? Oh? Please? Oh? Please, Kitty, it's hot, hot, Kitty, it's hot, Kitty. She could be talking about the world Chap, what if she is? Please? Please somebody help help Kitty, Help her, please, old kitty, the. Girl that behind the dog hot kiddy hot behind the stove? Is that what she said? Iris IRUs Darling? Are you all right, David? Turn on the lights quickly, dark Assy.

It was all gibberish, Rowena. It's just nonsense. You're so stubborn, David. But she said it clearly. The kittens behind the stove, well you probably stopped it when you were a little brat of a boy. We could find out, couldn't we. It's the same stove still in the kitchen. I suppose. So there's a microwave up in too, but they've never moved the old iron monster. Let's look, David, please, I. Can't feel anything behind here. Try the other side, David. Oh this is ridiculous. Look my hands are getting filthy here. Use this label. It's no Dukes Rowena, it's simply kept.

It's it's David. What is it? Did you touch something? Oh? Yes, something? I don't know what. Can you get it out? Yeah? I think so, Good Lord David. It's a cat, a wool cat. Yes, it's so filthy and all. But it's still a cat, isn't it. She is the one you lost, is it? Yes? Yes, it's the wire. David. You look so strange, you look frightened. What are you doing here, Iris? Having a picnic all by yourself? I just thought i'd lie on the grass for Anna. What are you doing with a Daisy loves me?

Loves me? Not want to finish it off for my uncle Daisy? What about the uncle David's stuff? I'll finish it for you. Then? She loves me? She loves me, not she loves me. She loves me. Not too bad, Uncle David, She just does. I love you. You're rife, of course? Who else? Buy out? Iris? Wait here? Look, I want to talk to you a minute. Really, Iris, what's the story with you? You've been here over a week and you haven't done anything about well, you know what. This is just a great big picnic for you, isn't it?

What if it is? You think I want to go back to the creepy home. It's better here. No uniforms, no, no six am prayers, none about jumps a call food. Also, I like the company. I suppose I should say thank you. There's nothing you can say. I don't know already. I'm psyched for minute? What about that? Iris? Is it just some kind of trick. You can tell me. I'll show you if it's a trick. What means to rare? Tell you all about yourself? Hi, go ahead? Okay? Your wife thank you. She thinks you're rotten. You weren't even married a year when you started running around with out a women.

She never went to the mill, not more than once or twice a month. That was how you ran the business. All you knew how to do is spend money to do a little preston. You're not psychic or an eaves droppers. Oh, let's go my arm. Your room is right next door. You've been listening. Do you think I could help? You're any too? Ardumly? I guess you couldn't. I'm I'm sorry, Iris. I hope I didn't hurt you. I know a way you can make it up to me, like this a way. Don't you want to kid me?

No, your dumb kid. I'm not a kid. I'm almost seventeen. You were sixteen three months ago. A woman, but you're not even a man. David, Yes, it's me. Oh if you don't call for a taxi a taxi? No? Why should I? Oh? I don't know, but lucas a cabin in the driveway. He said he was waiting for you. Lucas. Well, i'd better go and see what he wants. You know, I'll be ready around seven, David. All right, Lucas, what are you doing here? I had to talk to you, mister Wheeler. I wanted you to know how it went.

I did what you told me, exactly like I said. I hit her clean. She didn't hurt a bit, no bloody all. Right, I don't want to hear about it anymore, Lucas. I'm satisfied, and you should be too. You got your money, and I forget about it. And I picked up Miss Wheeler and I took her out in the woods as far as I could. I dug deep, mister Wheeler. I did a good job. I smoothed it over and spread them leaves so as nobody had guessed, was there nobody. Hip h So it's that girl you're still worried about.

I've heard awful funny things about her, mister Wheeler, about her finding things, finding her little girl that fell near Crump Lake. Maybe she can see you right into your sister's gray iris. Lloyd won't find her, nobody will. She's right behind the house, Miss Wheeler. She's so close right in the wood. You've got to forget it, Lucas, like it never happened. My sister's disappeared and she's not coming back. As for the girl, don't believe what you hear. Nobody can see into a grave, Lucas. Nobody is David Wheeler really as convinced as he sounds, or can Lucas detect the doubt in his voice and the in his eyes.

We'll learn more about the girl who found Things when we returned shortly with that. Three. Now, let's return to the Wheeler house in the town of Meadvale, a house filled with people waiting for a psychic revelation from the girl who found things. But that revelation appears to be very slow in coming. That girl has been here for how long? Two weeks? It seems like two months. She hasn't done a thing but enjoy herself. David, what's the point of our staying on? You said you had some affairs to settle. You don't seem to be conducting any business at all.

Have you been in the mood for business? That's nothing very new? Is it? How long you want to keep that light on? I'd like to get some sleep. If you think Iras Lloyd is indulged herself, what about you? Be quiet? I told you that she can hear every nasty little quarrel in this room. That's why I asked for a truth. Well, she doesn't have to ease drop? Does she can't she read mind? Well, she's not the only clairvoyant around here. I can read her mind too. If she was a child. For Heaven's sake, she's in love with you.

Of course, there's a minor abstraction in her plans, a small matter of your wife. But then I've never been much of a hindrance to your romances, have I? I thought you agreed to that truth. You are a passifist, David. That's part of your charm. That's why you came up here in March. Wasn't it to make peace with Geraldine? I came here on business. You came to keep Geraldine from sending you to prison. That was the business. You know nothing about it. I have eyes, David. I know you were taking money from the mill, too much money.

Geraldine knew it too. How much time did she give you to make up the loss? All right? If you wanted me to get some sweep here. I'll sleep in the library, David. David, she said your yes, yes, Aunt, Faith, What are you doing up? I heard a noise? Oh, well it was me probably, I was just going down to the library to I'll find a book to read. No, it wasn't you staked? Look what. It's us? Yes, and you like John. What she's doing in the front hall, just like that, David. She is sleepwalking. Look in her eyes, David.

We have to follow her. Let her alone, Annie, You're not supposed to disturb a sleep or her im. I've got to follow her, all right. I'll come with you, David. She's talking to herself. Can you hear her? What did I forget? What did I? How did you hear that? Did did you hear what she's saying? Yes? But I don't understand it. Why doesn't the taxi get here? Why doesn't it get here? Taxi? She's said something about a taxi t. Yes, yes, I heard her. Oh, we have to be going to the station. I'm so nervous.

I'm always so nervous. When I go on a trip. Please get my luggage, may I luck you? Oh, dear god, David. She's in a trance. She's talking the way, What did I forget? Guys? Hellle Tracy tell her, sir, the fireplace is the fireplace called? No, not a fire place? Not a fire place? What does she mean? I don't know. I think I think this is wrong. I think we should get her back to bail. Don't touch her, data, don't So she's heading for the back of the house. Come on here. You haven't got to follow her.

I think she means to go outside. We can't let her do that. Maybe it's important. Maybe it's something to do with. Geraldine insane, just sleepwalking, that's all of it. Iris Iris, wake. Up, David. Don't you want that girl to catch pneumonia? I will Irish, Yeah, I wake up. Yeah, you don't. You're not supposed to wake a tree walk. Everybody knows that. Iris Iris is only me Iris. No, no, no, darling, it's all right. It's only wake up. I said, wake up your poor chi. David. That was a calling the I'm here, I'm here. Are you all right?

Oh? Yes, yes, they're all right now. He was so frighten for you, dear. But I'm all right. I think I think that I'm ready ready. What do you mean? I think I can do it now? I think I might be able to tell. You mean, do you mean where Geraldine is? Yes, I think I can. David, We've got to call attendant Rees Reese at this hour. I told him I would call him whenever. Irish thought she knew something. I promised him. I'd it's almost midnight, and he'll come. I know he will. I'll telephon him myself.

You take Iris to her. Rule, Yes, yes, all right, come on, Iris. Yes, uncle David. Well, Uncle David, are you scared? What are you talking about? You look scared scared of me? Shut up? I thought you would be. The minute you heard that I was ready. I'm sending you back. Iris. You're a fake. Even your sleepwalking actor was a fake. Oh David, David, you're so cute, you really are. But do you know what. I don't have to be ready. I don't have to do anything at all when that policeman gets here. Not if you don't want me to you you don't know what you're talking about.

You better kiss me now, David, You beat it, kiss me and naked really good? H right, all right, if that's what you want, David, get out of here. I don't want you in my room. You are right about the walls between these rooms. David, you can hear every little thing I hate you tell it is you too? Tell her? David? Why don't you tell her? Yes? Why don't you David? It's the only thing you haven't done so far. David. Yes, I'm Faith. Oh. I just spoke to Lieutenant Reese. He says he's on his way. You're four.

You are ready, Irish, aren't you? You're ready to tell us where Geraldine is. Yes, I'm ready to tell you, Aunt Faith more than ready. Are you sure she's all right? Missus demerist? She looks offully pale to me. Iris always looks that way when she enters the trance. It's a fraud, Lieutenant, The whole thing is a fraud. You mustn't be taken in well. I'm just trying to keep an off in mind, mister Willer. Who heard? I think she could just say something. This girl is working herself into some kind of fit. If you are alone doing.

Well, maybe mister Wheeler is right. The girl might do herself from harm. You just wait and. You come and find me. Oh, help me at your dog? Ah, won't somebody helped me? It's Deviline will be a lorded her. Where are you, oh child, my poor darling. We're off out the job and I know where Geraldine? Where? Tell us where you are? A place by, a place with ships, the sunny shine. I saw, here's some green trees. The bell's ringing. In the street. She's out of her head completely. A place with ships, bells ringing in the streets.

I see what approach Troy card in the street, going up and. Down the hill. San Francisco. I'm sure she means San Francisco. Yes, it sounds like it, Irish. Do you mean San Francisco? Is that where Geraldine is? Yes, yes, that's where she is. Well, who knows, it's just a guess as I've heard. Has miss Willer ever been in San Francisco before? Never? Why would she go there, David, I really wouldn't know. But if that's where Iris says she is, I guess the spirits know what they're talking about. She's waking up. I want to go home.

Oh please, Sibody, take me home. Well, your idea was a huge success, Auntie, but I can't say that I'm not glad to see little Iris back where she belongs. Yes, a poor child, it's the only home she knows. Now, all the police have to do is find Geraldine in San Francisco if she hasn't taken a boat to South America by now. I just don't understand. It's not like Geraldine to run away without a word. Oh here, we are home again. Aren't you coming in, David? Oh? Not just yet. I thought i'd go into town and pick up some champagne.

I thought we'd celebrate a bit tonight. Well, hello, Lucas, how's the taxi business? Hun? It could be better? You Uh had any news for me? And it's Willis. I've got good news. It's all over Iris lloyd Is back up the Medvale School for Girls. And she didn't know. She couldn't find out whether that woman why. She didn't know, Lucas, just as I promised. Ah huh, I did the right thing. I know it was the right thing, mister Williber. I didn't wanna tell. You the right thing. What do you mean, Well? I figured that girl could tell if the body was buried right outside the house, that she never find it.

It was someplace else, someplace far away, Lucas, what are you talking about. I went out into the woods last week and dug up that woman's body. I put it in that trunk off mister Wheeler, and I sent it by train far away as good, too far away for that girl. Yes, sir, excuse me, mister Wheeler. What h Lieutenant Greece. I wonder if we could have a talk, mister Wheeler about what we've received? A telegram from the West coast and the police out there didn't have any luck tracing his sister, but they did have a report on a steamer trunk a trunk.

It was an unclean baggage at the Southern Pacific depot. It was shipped from Medvale only the last week, and while it had miss Wheeler's initials on it, and now it had more. Why than that? So can we go somewhere and talk about San Francisco? Well, Iris Lloyd is back in her own bed tonight and her dreams will probably be peaceful, But David Wheeler is in for a nightmare that may last him for the rest of his life. I'll be back shortly. Do you think you have clairvoyant powers? Have you ever had the experience of finding something that everyone else thought was lost?

Actually you've done exactly that. You found the magical world of radio drama, and now that you've made this fine, we hope you'll come back for more suspenseful dramas to play inside the theater of your mind. Our cast included Norman Rose, Briana Rayburn, Robert Dryden, Martha Greenhouse, Barbara Caruso and Anne Costello. The entire production was under the direction of Hyman Brown. Now apprise you of our next tale. All right, mister Thompson. I'm a human being too, and I guess if I got a letter telling me that I was rich, I wouldn't go into morning. I'd probably go out and celebrate.

Let's fine. I wanted to see you to suggest arranging that happy event without the slightest trouble on your part, without any obligation, until you're completely satisfied, and in a short time you'll receive another letter from Johannesburg informing you of the sad news of your cousin. Mister Well. I still won't reveal his name. Let him remain anonymous. That'll make your decision a great deal easier. I'm sure what decision, the decision to inherit his estate. Miss E G. Marshall inviting you to return to our mystery Theater for another adventure in the macabre until next time, Pleasant Dreams.

The w R Mystery Theater was brought to you by Shop Right Supermarkets, where you get a lot more for a little less, and by Suburban Savings with offices throughout North Jersey. The preceding Mystery Theater program was furnished by the CBS Radio Network. Join us tomorrow night for another Mystery theater presentation at five oh five, right after the five o'clock news w R New York, your station four the Mystery Theater. Well, my dear, I suppose the evening is off on the right foot. Oh what's that? Well, I'm not entirely sure, but I suppose we'll find out eventually.

Do you Do you smell that something beyond my fire burning in my tea simmering away? Hmmm? Do I detect some evening? Primrod? Did you lose an election? Bet yesterday? Feel a bad cold coming on? I want to get away from it all. We offer you escape. You were groping in the midnight dimness of a gigantic department store, and suddenly you realize that you're not alone, but a hundred eyes are glaring at you from the shadows A hundred hands reaching for your throat, and your most urgent desire is to escape. Escape, Produced and directed by William N.

Robson and carefully plotted to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure. H Tonight, we escaped to the dark labyrinth of a giant department store in the dead of night, and to a fantastic world of night dwellers, as John Carlier imagines it in his eerie story. Evening Primrose. A surda Surdy. What's the matter. It's me, Oh Sam, you nearly scare me to death. What do you mean coming in so quiet? I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you'd be asleep. I didn't want to work you, Sam. I'm glad you're home.

It's what's terrible? You gotta do something, Sam? Oh, well, what's terrible? It's this? Just look at this. What's terrible about? That? Looks like an ordinary pad of. Paper to me, I just did. That's just what I thought. But it's got writing in it. It's awful. Oh wait a minute, maybe you better tell me what this is all about. Well, today I went shopping down at Bracy's department store. I needed some writing papers, so I picked this up and it was on top of the pile, and bought it and brought it home. But tonight when I opened it, I found it's got writing in it.

Well that's nothing, so terrible. Just take it back tomorrow and make him give you a new one. Oh no, you don't understand. It's what's written in it. It's so terrible. What do you mean, what's written in it? Here? You got to read it? No, no, right now, read it? Look sadie. I'm tired. I've been Please Sam, please just read it. All right, Pete's sake. October thirteen. Today I made my decision. I decided to say goodbye to the world, to get out, leave, break away. And I have done it. Oh, no, one read And now I am free, really.

Free, Yes, I am free at last. The world is an intolerable place for a poet. I was broke, starving at my wits end, and then I had a brilliant idea. I would escape to a place where I had no need to earn a living, where I could write to my heart's content and peace and security. Where is this place right under your nose? So close you'd never think of it. I am now living in Bracy's department store. I have everything within arm's reach that anyone would need or desire, and it's all free, absolutely free. I arrived this afternoon.

I'd spent three days looking over all of the department stores in town. I decided on Bracey's because of the completeness of their food department. Therefore, this afternoon I entered the store and went immediately to the fourth floor to the rug department, and hid myself in this dusty out of the way corner behind a pile of carpets. Once I'm settled, I'll furnish it with the best of modern pieces from the furniture department. It's small, but I'll be cozy enough and safe. After the store closed, I made my first venture out. I tiptoed as far as the stationary counter and got this paper, the writer's primary need.

Now, after making my initial entry, I'll go out and get food, wine, the pillows for my bed, perhaps a fancy dressing gown. This is perfect. I'll be able to write here dawn October fourteenth. I'm almost too unnerved to write this. The whole thing is unbelievable. After the store was dark and completely quiet. I crept out and started for the food department. Once footsteps echo hollowly in an empty department store at night, and I found myself gliding along the floor on tiptoe, moving as silently as possible, But the sound of footsteps persisted. Suddenly I realized they were not my own.

The night watchman I was in the salon Madain. Quickly, I seized a mink coat from a hangar, draped it about my shoulders, and. Stood stuck still. I could have reached out and touched him, but he passed by without so much as a glance. It started to smile, but the smile froze on my lips. There was someone else here. I was looking straight into a pair of eyes, large flat, luminous in human eyes, peering at me from among. The missus tailored suits a dozen feet away. They belonged to a creature dressed as a man, but he was as pale as a creature found under a stone.

His hands, hanging motionless at his sides, looked more like the fins on a fish than human hands. And then he spoke, not bad for a beginner. I I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody else lived here. Oh, yes, we live here. It's delightful. We yes, all of us, don't you see? Look around? I looked around. I saw nothing. I looked again. I saw an old man come clambering out from behind a clock. There were three elderly angeneus, incredibly emaciated, pale as lace, almost transparent, simpering before the perfume counter. A chimzy lady swam out from the curtains and drapes.

They came swarming thick around me, pale, thin, whispy, moving silently, fluttering like gauze in the wind. Whispering, oh wrang, he looks. Who is he? As cause as the sun? What is he doing? A detective? Sing for the dark men? Yes, sing over the darkning the dark men. They were pressing around me, climb holding me, their pale faces controtted with venomous in human hatred. I was paralyzed. All I could do was repeat over and over again, I'm not a detective. I'm not a detective. I'm not a burglar. Then burglar came up and came to the pace.

Send for the dark men. Um, stop let him speak. I'm not a detective or a burglar. I'm a poet. Then what are you doing here? I've I've renounced the world. I came here to live where I could be alone, away from the world. Why then he's come over to us. He's just like us. He's come over to us. A poet. She must meet. Missus vender Been. Yez, Missus vender Ben, she's coming now. I followed their eyes talk abalcony. There coming down the wall like an ancient spider, clambered an old lady, wrinkled and cracked and emaciated.

She must have been at least eighty, a shadowy matriarch, and the things around me bowed and scraped as she reached the floor and floated towards us. What's going on here? Where is that stupid girl? What's keeping her? Or missus vander Pant, Well, what is it? Who's this? Mister Roscoe, Missus vander Pant. May I present. Mister Snell, mister Snell, mister Charles Snell. Yes, yes, of course, mister Snell. He's a poet and he's come here to live. Oh he hell's Helsie. That's what he says, and I believe him. Well. He avoided the night watchman quite neatly before a beginner.

Thank you very well. We shall see. A poet should find inspiration. Here, mister Snell. Missus vanderpant is our grand old lady. I am quite the oldest inhabitant here, mister Snell. Three mergers and a complete rebuilding that they didn't get. Rid of me. Where is Ella? Where is my blass? She's bringing it, Miss vanderbann O, terrible little creature. She is our foundling, mister Snell. She's not quite our sort? Is that? So? I have been here, mister Snell, ever since the terrible times of the eighties. I was a young girl and a beauty essay, and poor Papa lost his money.

Blaces meant a love to a young girl in those days. So when I wasn't able to have a charger count, I came here for good. That's better than a charge account. I was quite alarmed when others began to come after the crash of nineteen hundred and seven, But it was the dear jug what'd you do? The colonel Missus Bilby. Missus Bilby writes place and comes of an old Philadelphia family. Oh you will find us quite nice here. Mister Snail. I'm sure I will. And of course, all their young people came in nineteen twenty nine. Their poor papa's jumped from skyscrapers.

They couldn't bear to be without charge accounts either. Do you mean all these people live here? Oh? And many more? You shall meet them all later. Oh, here come Zettler with my block. Come come your stupid thing. Missus vander Penn is waiting, Yes. Ma'am, Yes, sir, I'm coming as fast as I can. Now, be careful, don't spit it. But she's young. Well, of course she is a little younger than most of them, and. She she's different. She's beautiful, mister Snow, ella is Missus vonderpurns me. That's right, all men, she's really not our sort at all.

You shouldn't say such things. She can hear you. Oh, that doesn't murter. You'll understand these things better after you've been here a while. But it seems to me that you would. Snow. We have certain rules here. They are necessary for our survival. I'm sure you won't find it hard to observe them. Yes, I should advise that you try. If you do not, that would be most unfortunate, mister Snell, most unfortunate for you. October fifteenth. You can imagine my feelings last night. My first thought was to escape as quickly as possible. In fact, I planned to wait till morning when the store opened, then quit my hiding place, mingle with the crowds, and leave Braces forever.

But just at dawn, mister Rascoe brought me a cup of coffee, which must have been drugged for I fell asleep, and when I awoke, I found I had slept all day, and night was closing over the store. Once more. Later, I've spent my second night here. I saw Ella again, Ella, the pearl of this remote, fantastic cave. She's not like the others, a trifle pale, but otherwise normal, inhuman and beautiful. A child of perhaps eighteen, She's the only thing that makes this nightmare bearable. October twentieth. Escape seems almost impossible. There's a very effective burglar alarm system, and the doors are all carefully guarded, but that's nothing compared to the dark men.

Who are the dark men? I don't know, but they threaten any transgressor. With these dark men, I shall try to discover who they are. At least I am sure I'm watched, though they've begun to trust me. Now, speaking to the night watchman would be suicide, even if he believed my fantastic story or didn't shoot me as a burglar. I'm convinced that neither eleanor I could get out of here alive. She and the night watchmen are the only real people here. And how the others hate the night watchman? Oh d s Burger creature, you reeks of the course.

So oh, come now, Missus Bilby. He's really a personable young man, very young for a night watchman. Mister Snow. Sometimes I wonder about your taste. You mustn't stay so much to yourself, mister Snall, You must become better acquainted with our wage. It's old man. You's come to the plate tonight. You're going to be entertained with one of Missus Bilby's tragic comedies, love and dule, and I'm sure you'll enjoy. I'm sure I will. It's really a festive occasion. You know, Waabakers is coming over Wannamakers. Yes, the entire colony over at Wannamakers is coming here and must to attend the plate.

You mean there are people living in other stories, Oh dear, Yes. Didn't you know? Of course, the best people live in graces and wanna makers. Oh come now, missus Bilby, there's some very nice people at Alphons. I beg your pardon. Oh hello Ella, goodn missus Bilby. Well, what is it, please, ma'am? I'd so love to see your playing tonight. May I have your please? Certainly not? You know better than that, you stupid creature. You know where you belong in the basement for the garbage can. But Missus Bilby couldn't. Mister Snell, Ella, you're becoming entirely too forward of late.

I'd advise you to watch your step. Remember the dark Man. Oh no, please, mister Roscoll. I'll be good, I promise I will. No, please, don't send for the dark Man. I'm sorry, Missus Bilby. Excuse Ella, come. Back, mister Snell. You forget yourself. Let her go? But how can you treat her like that? Why do you always frighten her? And what is all this about the dark man? Wealthy dark? Oh please, mister Roscoll, not now, you'll spoiler whole evening. And I do so want mister Snell to enjoy my plane very well later. But I want to know about the dark Man lay date, October twenty First, at last, I found an opportunity to speak to Ella alone.

I hadn't dared to speak to her before. Here one has a sense always of pale eyes secretly watching. But last night at the play I induced a fit of hiccups as I anticipated. I was sternly reprimanded and told to go and secrete myself in the basement where the night watchmen wouldn't hear me. This was exactly what I had planned. I went to the basement. There, in the darkness, among the garbage. Cans and the rats, I heard. Sobbing, Ella, Ella, Ella, is that you? Yes? Why are you crying? What is it? Ella? They wouldn't even let me see the play?

Is that all, mister Snell? I'm so unhappy you're there. You mustn't cry. You're the only one, the only one who's kind La. Why are you here? Why do they treat you so differently? Because I'm not like them? I didn't choose to come here. You mean you're held prisoner? Yes, you see, I was only six. I came here on a shopping tour with my mother. I got lost and fell asleep behind the counter. It was dark when I awoke and they found me. Some of them wanted to send for the dark men because they were afraid I would tell on them, but Missus Vanderpant said no, I could stay and be your maid.

I've been here ever since since. You was six. Haven't you ever tried to get away? No, I don't know anything about out there. I wouldn't know what to do. Besides, I'm afraid if anyone tries to get out, they send for the dark men. Ella, who are the dark men? Don't you know? Oh, it's horrible. Tell me you know how people live in all the stores it Gimbals and Bloomingdale. Yes, yes, I know. Well, the dark men lived the undertakers good Heavens, and whenever someone dies or breaks the rules, when a burglar gets in and sees these people and might tell, they send for the dark man.

Horrible. They put the body in the butcher shop and the food department, and then the dark men come. I saw them once. It was terrible. What do they do? They go in where the dead person is. They have wax with them and all sorts of things, and when they're gone, there's just a wax model left on the counter. Then our people put a frock on it or bathing suit. Mix it up with the other wax models in the windows, and nobody ever knows. Ell you mean all these dummies around us. All not all of them.

But if you displease these people, same thing will happen to you. October thirtieth. I haven't kept up my journal. Writing has been out of the question once more. I'm frozen with terror, but not for myself, now for Ella. They hate her. Anytime they might turn against her and send for the dark men. My mind is filled with her. I dream of her every day. I'd live to see her at night. We've managed it several times. They trust me now and let me roam about without interference. Finally, tonight I met her again and said it, Ella, I love you.

Oh Charles, I love you Ella. Let's get married or whatever they do here. Then we can live together in my home in the carpet department. They wouldn't dare hurt you then, Charles to think so dismayed. If you like, we'll go away from here. Maybe we can get transferred to to Bergdorf Goodman's overlooking Central Park. Don't Charles, don't listen. But I love you. Ella. You're not in love with. Someone else, Yes, Charles, else I am. But who I thought you hated them all? It must be Roscoe. He's the only one that's young enough. Oh no, Charles, not Roscoe, especially not him.

I do hate them all. They make me shudder. Well who is it? Then it's him who the night watchman? No, impossible, I love him. He smells of the sun. Ella, Oh, it was wonderful the way it happened. Don't tell on me, Charles, that they'll punish me. No. No, I was careless, and there he was, coming around the corner in the ladies lingerie department. I was caught. There were only some wax models in there, underthings. There was nothing else to do. I slipped off my dress and stood still. Oh see, he stopped and looked at me and Charles.

He spoke to me. He said, say, honey, I wish they made him like you on eighth Avenue. Charles, wasn't that a lovely thing to say? Personally? I should have said part. It doesn't matter what street. It was a lovely thing to say. But what can you do about him? Ella, He belongs to another world. Yes, to wait Avenue. I want to go there, Charles are you really my friend, Yes, of course I am. And I'll tell you. I'm going to stand there again in the lingerie department, so we'll see me and then perhaps so speak to me again.

Ella, you're only torturing yourself. No, because this time I shall answer him. He'll take me. Away, take you away. Oh no, Ella, I couldn't bear that. You don't love him. You only think you do because you think he'll take you out of here, But you don't know that he will and I will. Ella, I've made up my mind. No, Charles, I couldn't let you do it, even if I loved you. You couldn't do it, Charles. Why not? Because you really belong here? You're you've become one of. Them now, Ella, you mustn't say that it's. True, And Charles, I got to go.

There's someone watching as I feel wait. Ella, goodbye, Charles. Ella back, Ella, you'll arouse the night watchman Rascoe. Yes, love can be very upsetting, can't it. You heard it just the last moment, or so very touching. Yet it's understandable. I've been attracted to Wella myself. So she loves another. Huh? Too bad? Old boy? Who could it be? Could it be that I am the cause of your heartbreak. And flatter yourself too much. Rascal, Then whom the old judge? Certainly, not the colonel, hardly, none of those, not one of the customers. She loves the night watchman.

Can you imagine that she loves them? Oh, Rascal, I shouldn't have said that. It's not true. At least I don't think it's true. You wouldn't. Rascale. You said you loved her too. You wouldn't do anything tell anybody. This is a secret between us, between friends, isn't it. Of course? Oldly as secret as the grave. She's young. Perhaps he'll leave and you'll forget him in time. Who knows, perhaps you'll learn. To love you or me, of course, in time, and we'll. Figure a way to keep her safe. Here, absolutely see, And don't you worry about it.

Tom muston time forbid. Good morning, mister Snow. Early evening November fourth, I was a fool. I should have known he couldn't be trusted. He must have gone straight to missus van der Pant. Because this evening the atmosphere has changed. People flicker to and fro, smiling nervously horribly, with a sort of frightened sadistic exultation. An informal dance in the record department has been called off. I can't find I'm going out again now to look for her. Rascal. What have you done with that? Ssh? Quiet, old boy the night Watchman don't care what have you done. Whatever I did was for your own good as well as for the good of us all.

Wait a minute, what is that? What are those people carrying. Ella? She's tied up. They're carrying Ella. Ella. Stop the child, stop it. Don't stop, stop child, stop it. You'll arouse the night Watchman over there. They're taking her. Into the butcher shop. Rascal. Yes, those are the dark men. Good Lord. Midnight. I'm scribbling this last entry hurriedly. They are in there, in the butcher shop with Ella, the dark men. There's only one thing to do. I'm going to find the night Watchman and tell him he and I will save her if we can, and if we are overpowered, well, I will leave this pad on the stationary counter tomorrow.

If I live, I will recover it. If I do not, whoever finds this and reads it, look in the store windows. Look for three new wax dummies, two men, one rather sensitive looking and a girl. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and her nose turns up a little. Look for us, and then find them, smoke them out, exterminate them, avenge us. Oh's Sam, isn't it horrible? Ah? We gotta do something, tell somebody something, Sam? What do we do? Do? Nothing? Go to bed? What's Sam? Who havever wrote? This? Is sure got a weird sense of humor?

It's probably some clerk Donald Bracy's wanna be fired? But you you mean you think it's just a story? Are you kidding? He don't believe this stuff? Do you? Well? I don't know what. Oh, forget it, baby, snap out of it. I shouldn't leave you alone. You get too many ideas when I go out bulling at night. But don't you think maybe we ought to just do take it back and show somebody or not just. Not worth a bottle that laugh at your baby? They think you are crazy or something. Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right.

I guess I was silly. I forget it. Oh, come on, let's go to bed. I'm tired, Okay, okay, Sam? Gee, you know that for a while I sure was scared. I even forgot what. I was going to tell you, Sam, I found the cutest dress today only nineteen ninety five. Yeah, yeah, it was in the window with Bracy's. It was on a beautiful little. Wax model with blond hair, blue eyes, in a turned up nose, and there was two men standing beside. Escape is produced and directed by William N. Robeson and Tonight brought You Evening Primrose by John Collier, adapted for radio by John Duncle, with Elliot Lewis as Charles Snell, Paul Frees as Roscoe, and Pat Lowry as Ella.

The special musical score was conceived and conducted by Sifure. Next week, after you've had a tough day at the office or leaning over a hot stove, when your four wars seem to be closing in on you. Next week, at the same. Time, when you want to get away from it all, we again offer you Escape. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Hm hmm, my dear, it seems you could use a bit of freshening in your team. I'm happy, of course, to oblige. There's so much good to drink, so much good to to experience. M h.

That is what the night is all about. Otherwise, you end up fearful, worry, unwelcome. You begin to feel sort of like five canaries in the room. And this is the man in black. You're again to introduce Columbia's program Suspense. If you have been with us on these Tuesday nights, you will know that suspense is compounded of mystery and suspicion and dangerous adventure. In this series are tails calculated to intrigue you, stir your nerves, to offer you a precarious situation, and then withhold a solution until the last possible moment. And so, with Five Canaries in the Room and the performances of On a Month's Nazenita osamasnas CP, and with Lee Bowman as Ronald Denham, who tells the story, we again hope to keep you in suspense.

The trouble was you see that the whole apartment vanished. It's true, a flat disappeared straight out of that apartment house, and the dead man disappeared with it. No, I'm not crazy, And in spite of what they said, I hadn't taken too many drinks. You see, I was getting married to Anita in another two weeks, and Jimmy Westlake gave a bachelor party for me. Hang it, it's a situation that might have happened to you. The party was at the old Captain Bells Club on Lower Fifth Avenue, and it wasn't a brawl. Jimmy Westlake was in the chair, I admit, but nothing could have been more quiet, more dignified.

Man, why are you why? My god? Spider man at the chairman wants to say something, gentleman. This is a solemn occasion. Those dopes over there will kindly get away from the piano and sit down at the table. I have another toaster propos. Excuse me, mister Westley, Excuse me, please say Kato? What is it? Excuse me, mister Westlake. But you ain't gonna bust the glasses on this tool fish? And why shouldn't we bust the glasses? Unclecado? Why shouldn't we bust the glasses? Oh but mister Westlake, if you keep on busting the glasses, they ain't wan be no glasses left for Matt's side.

Eventuela know, we will simply start busting the plates. Is that phara enough voice? So? Please? Oh look, Jimmy, I do you think you'd better call the gang? Donald lea quiet one. You're only the group I know, Jimmy. But gentlemen, I. Regret to tell you this, but the protesting voice you just heard was that about Guest. Of Honor Ronald Denham. Now we all know ron and we all like him, but I am sorry to say he is not himself. Where now is the terror of nightclubs? The chorus Girl's friend. I say it to his face. He is sober, but we like him.

Just to say, friends, guests and bachelors, I give you the groove. Please, gentlemen, don't push the glasses. Hey, come on, Ron, come on say if you were get out. Look, boys, I thank you for all the good words. And I don't want to be a wet blanket on the party. But it's nearly midnight and I've got to get home early. Don't you understand, boys, I'm a reform character. Eh, how's fee latour? I haven't seen Phoebe for over years. He doesn't mean anything to me anymore. He thinks he does protest too much. And now look, I'm marrying sweetest girl in the world.

But Anita is a little well straight lace, you know how it is. What's more, there's my uncle Rufus. Why what Anita and Uncle Rufus. Anita and Uncle Rufus have apartments in the same building as I have, And what's more, they're on the same floor. And that's not all. Tom Evans, the fellow I share my plantam And where. Is Tom Evans night? What's the matter with him? Tom works for Uncle Rufus and he doesn't drink? He a fella, fellow? Why are two baboos? Choir? Now? Wait a minute, will you put yourselves in my plans? My girl and my uncle and my best friend Tom Evans are all expecting me to come home from this party in an ash cart and I'm gonna pool him and I have a heart, can't.

You must be a pretty tough ague, is me? Oh? He is all right, But after his first million dollars it went to his head. Has he got any human weaknesses? Yes? He keeps canaries. Oh no, not the kind of canaries you're thinking. I mean the kind of go tweet tweet in caje. Oh what they use? What do you say, gentlemen? Shall we allow this pure in heart to wend his way home? He's got it great for your pride, that's right, Ron. Can you as a chivalrous gentleman, refuse to drink to the bride. You can't when you know you can't.

Uncle Kato, Yes, sir, mister Westley, get a beer mug from the sideboard there, fill it with champagne. I wait a minute, Yes. One more drink? Will pert you? Surely? Just one little drink? Oh no, I suppose not. You let off Uncle Kato. All right, I'll have one more drink just in honor of the occasion. But that's all, you understand, that's absolutely. All, Yes, sir, oh nine eight Park Avenue. Hey, Hey, hey, missed up? Missed that. I'm I wake up? What's wrong your home? Mister? This is the apartment house. Yeah, yes, of course, thanks to go.

Now are you sure you're all right? Yes, I'm all right. I have been to a bachelor party. Sure, I know. We'll take it easy now. I can't see straight. The whole street's going around. The funny part is I only had a couple of drinks. They must have put something in that last. Well, it's not my business, mister, but I wouldn't tell that of the missus. If I was you. It's absolutely true. You're sure I know why, and I haven't got a missus, not yet. My word of honor. I'm a reformed character. I have nothing to do with any woman except.

I live and breathe. It is Ronald Jannam Fiffy Latour. Oh sure, how good it is to see you. I look everywhere for you. I cry my eyes out, but I don't find you. What are you doing here? I live here, Fife, I moved. Oh you try to get away from me? Yes? Yes and no. No, I mean here's your money driver, night, I mean night, sir. I'm yours lady. You better take care of him. I take care of him. Yes, you bet you my poor wrong. I forgive you this time because you've been on the wrestle dessel.

And you need someone to take care of you. You live in this. Building, yes, yes, the floor right? Oh good? I take you to your apartment. No, no, no, you say no? And why not. Because you mustn't go in there? Oh oh there's an our woman. Oh yes, well yes. The the fact is, Fiffe, I'm going to get married. Married for heaven's sake, Fiffy, don't make a scene in the middle of the street. Oh, you break my heart right in the middle of Park Avenue. You take my heart and you break it. Bang bag beefee.

Please, no, I tell you what you do. You will take me to your part in this very minute. No, definitely no. You will give me one cigarette and one brandy. You will tell me what this means. Oh, I want you by golly. I start screaming so they can hear. Me at city Hall. I can't do it. Fife all right? Then I start screaming. Oh wait a minute, of all the times in the world you had to pick. This, Do I go along, Cherie? Yes or no? Well, if I do take your fife, will you promise to be good?

I am always good. You won't kick up a row or start banging the doors. Oh if Anita heard of this? Anita? And who's she? Oh? Never mind, I'm too groggy to argue. Come on. I remember going into that building, dim religious light, deep carpets, an automatic elevator that you work yourself. I remember stepping into that elevator because the floor creaked. I remember pressing the button for the fifth floor. I took Fifi with me, and I took her into what the Champagne told me was my own flat. Maybe you think that's funny, but it won't be funny much longer.

Either the door of the flat was unlocked or my key fitted it anyway. I remember stumbling through the little hall inside, getting a light on, and into the living room. I remember sitting back in an easy chair, thanking the lord. I was home. If I take my cold alf Chari. Look, Fifi, couldn't you just go home? I want to talk to you, Chari. And this is one very nice flat. I like it. Thanks a lot, you and Tom Evans. You have good taste in furniture. We didn't choose the furniture, Fifi. This girl of yours choose it.

I suppose No, it comes with the flat. Oh you mean well, these are furnished flats. They're all furnished exactly alike, except for the personal things you bring yourself. That picture on the wall behind me, what do juy the painting of the clipper ship over there? But Juey, your eyes are funny and you cannot say straight there's no picture on that wall. Wait a minute, what's wrong? Why you jump off? We we don't own any bronze bookends, and the lampshades are different. And if you were in the wrong. Flat, well, Linda explains everything explains what it explains about the canary birds?

What canary birds? When he first come in here, I think, I hear a lot of birds sing, and I think, ooh la, lad, this is a funny taste for one Deniman Tom Evans. But then Uncle Rufus, Great Scott, Uncle Rufus. His uncle of yours, he keep canary bird. Yes, five of them. But this isn't his flat. I know his flat as well as I know my own. Would you hear the singing. Behind that door over there where I point. Ought to be the door to the dining room. But what was That's a car? Backfire? Maybe yet?

Maybe no, unless they keep cars in dining rooms. That was a gun. It came from the dining room. I think, so quick, let's get out of here. Oh no, we don't. I've been pushed around an I tell I'm good and mad, and I'm just about crazy enough to find out what this is all about. You're not going to open that door. You just watch me. There's a light in that room anyway, Oh you know, look into the sill of the door. Not a very bright light. But don't do it. Stand back now. I get the door open.

Dining room had. Uncle rufe. Five canary birds, five canaries in cages, all in the line Satan's. Name, aren't we? Oh suh? I don't know whose flat is this? Who except Uncle Rufus would keep five canaries? Wondering though? And then I go out of here. Well, there's somebody watching us? Where the swing door to the kitchen's pockety open? But don't look the double can I see it? If I don't look, does somebody standing behind it? I see the night shine. On his eye? Quiet, Fifi? Hello there, Hello there? The don't move a little more. He's pushing it.

Excuse me, sir. We didn't mean to barge in here. We're not burglars or anything like that. We got into the wrong flat, that's all I want to apologize. If we. Straight out through the door on his face, what's the matter with him? Why don't you move? I've got an idea, Fifi, it's because he's dead. He was a little fat man with eyeglasses and a spade shaped beer. He looked foreign somehow, and there was a bullet hole over his heart. You asked me what happened? Then? I don't know. Fiefe turned and ran. At least I think she did.

I bent over the man to make sure he was dead, and then something hit me. So it hadn't been enough of a nightmare already. I could hear that blackjack strike the back of my skull, and everything exploded. I couldn't get my breath, and I seemed to be swimming in dark water. The next voice I heard wasn't Fiefe's at all. It was Anita's and Ron Denom. Oh, oh my head, oh lord, my head. Well I'm not at all surprised, but said Anita. I can't hear you, I said, I'm not at all surprised of all the disgraceful, disserute objects I ever saw.

Anita, where am I darling? As though you didn't know? But I don't know. My head feels like a like a printing press in full blast. Well, you're not in the main hall there on the fifth floor, sitting on the stairs beside the elevator shaft. That's true. But how did I get here? Oh? No, really, run, I must have been carried here. That's it. Why you're drunken friends at the club. I don't doubt its least. No, Anita, No, you don't understand. I left that party early. I was cold, sober, but the low hounds wanted to see me come home in bad shape so they could, so they put something in my glass.

Oh naturally run with Gio Champagne. Oh no, Anita, I mean a drug of some kind. It was dizzy when I got here. Just as I was getting out of the taxi, I. Met, Well, go on, dear, whom did you meet? Nobody, Anita, nobody at all. I came up here to what I thought was my own flat, but it wasn't my flat. It was somebody else's. There were a lot of canaries singing, and a dead man with a bullet hole in his chest. And this sounds pretty crazy, doesn't. It, Yes, Dear, it certainly does, but it's true.

Oh ron, I suppose I've got to forgive you. I always do forgive you. I'll run along like a good boy and sleep it off. Listen, Anita, there's a dead man in one of these flats. A dead man in which flat? Well, that's just it. I don't know. You're not saying it's on this floor. Yes, I definitely remember pressing the button for the fifth floor. I suppose you listen to me, dear, don't make faces and rumple your hair. Just listen. There are only two other apartments on this floor. One is your uncle. It wasn't his, I'll swear to that one.

The other is mine. You don't think I'm hiding a dead man. No, it wasn't your flat either. Well then where is it, darling? The whole flat can vanished and take the dead man along, can it? No? But I'll tell you something else, Anita. I've seen that man's face somewhere before. Who's face? The dead man's thick eyeglasses, square, black beard? Something firing about it. I've seen him, or or I've seen his picture? Or Ron? Please, what's wrong? This's the elevator. Somebody's coming up. Oh please, don't let people see you. Your hat smashed in and your ties untied, and you look like nothing on earth.

Look here, Anita. If it comes to that, what are you doing out in the hall and negligee and pajamas? So I wanted to make sure you got home safely. Ron, the elevator, Tom Evans, and your uncle rupers. All right, I can take it. That's your uncle, can't. I don't say anything to him about this dead man? Promise me. Hold on, I've got it. Pierre de Roc. Who Pierre de Roc? That's the dead man's name. He nineteen thirty eight. The prospect of a European war is so remote as not to be worth serious consideration. Excuse meself, but isn't that a little strong?

I don't argue with me, Evans. Let me turn my secretary to look here? What's this? When I look, Uncle Rupe's Oh. I can't stand any more of this. I'm dead up. Well, I don't blame you, my dear. Is his neph you will mind? Been annoying you again? No, of course not. But please don't pay any attention to him. He's he's drunk for the last time. I am not drunk. I just want to ask Uncle Rupus before I go completely nuts, whether he hasn't heard of Pierre du ROCs that, Ronald, would you say, Pierre du Roc the French millionaire?

Well, what about him? He's the man who always deals in cash on the line, spot cash, even if it's a million. I saw his picture in the paper. He's in New York to put through a business deal with you. With me? He indeed, Ronald, you show a commendable interest in my affairs. That's what you want me to do, isn't it? I believe does want to buy some property I own, but he hasn't approached me, and I haven't approached him. It's a bad business. Eh. Why have you developed this sudden interest in Duroc because he's dead dead?

Somebody shot him in a room full of canaries and then slugged me over the head. Do you believe me, Evans? If your uncle will excuse me, old man, I don't see any reason not to believeable. Where's the body? Well, that's the trouble. Ron claims he founded in a flat. It doesn't exist. Listen, what's that sound like? Somebody running upstairs in the devil of a hurry? Maybe it's a dead man. As a matter of fact, it's the night porter. He's the one who can tell us, tell us what. Well, maybe I did get off at a different floor, but that flat's got to be somewhere in this building.

Pierson, for just a minute, Pierson. I'm very sorry, sir, but can't stop now. Please stand aside. I got to go upstairs and get the manager. Why person, is anything wrong? Well, mister Evans, peak up man, is anything wrong? Here's the police, sir. We found a dead man the palm garden downstairs. Now do you believe me? You will oblige me, all of you, if you remain quiet and allow me to deal with this. Oh what does this man look like, Pearson? He's a foreign looking gentleman, Sir, never saw him before, doesn't live in the building. Well, and how did he get to the palm guard?

Well, sure, that's what we don't know. He certainly wasn't there when I looked in half an hour ago. But I went back to the palm garden just a chance, and there he was, in a wicker chair, with the singing birds and cages all around him. Birds again, Oh, be quiet? Wrong? He'd been shot, sir. The police think he was brought down in the service elevator from somewhere upstairs. Why do they think that? Because they found a revolver in that elevator in a little paper band, the kuy that goes round banknotes. If they could tell where the dead man came.

He can't tell us where he came from. Huh hi, high cancer. Yes, you've been in most of the flats in this building, haven't you. I've been inside all of them. Sure, Why, well would you recognize any given flat if I described. It, well, yes, sir, certainly. But well, then, for the love of Mike, think who lives in a flat with five canary cages in the dining room? Ronald? Are you out of here? Mind? And in case you don't happen to remember, you're describing my place. No, it was like your place, but it wasn't at all.

The same oriental prints on the walls in the living room, bronze bookends and bronze lamps, dragon patterns on the lamp shades. There was a queer kind of clock on the mantelpiece, shaped like a figure of father time. And that's the matter with you person. Nothing sure, But you're sure you saw that? Yes, of course, I'm sure. Why not because I'm sorry, sir, but you couldn't have seen it? What do you mean I couldn't have seen it? I did see it. Who lives in the blasted place? Nobody? Well, you mean the flats vacant? No, sir, I mean there's no such flat in the whole building.

And that's the position I was in when the police took us down to that palm garden. See the body. I never did like the palm garden much it's a big, dimly lighted hollow of a place with bird cages beside the palms and an artificial goldfish pond in the middle. I liked it even less. At three o'clock in the morning, with a dead man looking at me from his chair, they sent us in one at a time. I was first to see the homicide squad officer, and there was Inspector Braddock, a big, sleepy looking hulk with a hat like a pirate, sitting on a bench throwing pebbles at that pond.

Back would go his arm and a pebble would hit the water. Back would go his arm, and a pebble would hit the water. And that's all you got to tell me, mister Dunham. That's all, Inspector. It happens to be true. Oh I believe you. After all of a sudden, we've got corroboration. Corroboration from whom. From your other girlfriend, Fifi Latour. He's not here. She ran out of here as soon as Duroc's body fell through that door. She didn't run far. Cop wondered why she was running and brought her back. Where's Heefy now? In that room there talking to your official girlfriend Oh.

That's fine, that's beautiful. The one thing I didn't tell Anita, Why don't you wake up? Wake up? How this isn't post office any longer. It is murder, and one of that gang out there shot Pierre de Roc. Are you serious? Serious? Sure? I'm serious. This is as clever and slick and mean a trick as ever went on the blotter. Pierre de Roc was one of the goats you or the other. His uncle yours is a fairly important guy, isn't it. Wait a minute, just exactly what are you saying about the old time. I'm saying he gets lots of publicity.

This hobby of his keeping dickeybirds must be pretty well known. Yes, I suppose so. All right, So if Duroc came to visit your. Uncle tonight, you say, if Duroc came to visit my uncle, what you're forgetting, son, is that Doroc's an important man too. He's a visiting foreigner capital letters, and the Department's got to keep an eye on him. Doroc did go to visit your uncle tonight, and he was carrying twenty thousand dollars in what are you animating? Murder? Yes, sergeant crowd out there's Racy Kaine, especially the old man. I'm a French gown. I let him in.

Yeah, you can let him in now. Now no more than an hour sitting in an ante room without even hearing why we're here. I'll tell you that Evans is intolerable. It's all right, sir. They probably know what they're doing. I think so, my friends. But I still don't know why I'm here. How very interesting, miss Latour to extreme ats in mindedness. Perhaps wrong to tell you why you're here? Listen, Anita, I can explain everything. Can you explain the disappearing apartment? That's better. I'd like if you don't mind to have a little quiet here. Which one of you is, mister rufus Denham?

I am rufus Denham, Sir rufus Denham, of Delman Company. Can there be any doubt whatever about that? No, but I thought i'd ask. I was just telling you or nephew, mister Dunham, that Pierre de Rock came here tonight to see you. You see me inspect thanks right. I can only characterize that statement, sir, as a flat and downright line. I've never met that man. I didn't say you met him. I said he came here to see you. Doroc wanted to buy some property from you. Didn't he? Well, I suppose he did. And do Roc always paid spot cash, didn't he?

Is? I believe? So just one more question. I imagine you've got a secretary. Yes, naturally, I've got a secretary, Miss Helen Gardner. What about her? Somebody posing as your secretary telephoned to Roc at the Metropolis Hotel and spoke to him in very good. Friends, how instector, don't stop there? Go on? This person pretending to represent Rufus Dunham asked a Roc to come here with the money and said they could settle the deal immediately. Don't you see the trick now? Don't you see? De Roc was jured into a dummy apartment. At the apartment, what does the man mean?

I'll tell you all the flats are furnished exactly alike, except for personal things, pictures, books, slampshape his ornaments. Is that correct? Yes, of course it is. The murderer didn't dare use Rufus Dunham's real flat, But the murderer could always decorate an imitation flat so that Pierre de Rock would be deceived. When he saw five birds that said son, But what was the idea? A very neat swindle. Look at the rock's body. Now, Oh, I can't look at it. Look out his thick glasses. The man was half blind. The so called secretary disguised would meet the rock in an imitation flat.

The rock would hand over the money and get forged title deeds in return. When the rock had gone, the flat could be put right again and no evidence left. But something went wrong, That's right, something went wrong. The rock suspected it had to be killed right again. Inspector Braddock, who is the murderer? Can't you guess? No? I think I know how it all happened. Do you miss the tour? Who's very smart of you? Is this poor running of mine? He is at a bachelor party. They do not think that he will be home and till daylight, But he get reformed and come home early.

He plunged a straight into that flag in time. To interhart, in time to interrupt the murder. Yes, afterwards, when you were supposed to run. Away, But I did run away, sure, mister Letore, I'm admitting you did. Then why do you look at me as though I didn't? Afterwards? As I was saying the murderer had to hit Ronald Dunham over the head and drag him out in the hall. The rock's body was brought down here, along with the canary cages that had been borrowed from here, and the dummy flat was set right again just one moment, Inspector Radiga.

I'm not disputing anything you say, but well soon, what's on your mind? The murderer? What about the murderer? Well, all this, sir, wouldn't it have been much too heavy a job for a woman who said the murderer was a woman? Well didn't you? I don't think I did. I said the murderer was somebody who planned to swindle. And you still don't see it, any of you, because you can't find the dummy flat. No, I can't find it myself. That's one question you've got to answer here and now. Where in Satan's name. Did I go? Who's flat?

Was I? In your own? My own? Naturally you'd been cold, sober, you might have made a mistake, but your instinct brought you home to your own flat. And the only possible murderer is the man who shares that flat with you, the man who thought you'd be away until daylight. The man who knows enough about Dunham's business affairs to plan this swindle against the Rock look Out inspector grabbing trageant Thomas Evans, I arrest you for the murder of Pierre de Rock. Good Lord, heavens. Well, that's about all there is to the story. Anita and I were married last week.

She's a wonderful girl. I tried to talk her into our staying on in my old flat, but she said she just had to have an apartment which didn't have such a habit of disappearing. But we're very happy. We agree about everything, don't We did. Practically everything, darling. But I still don't think it was cute of thief to stand up three dozen canaries for a wedding choice, and. So closes Five Canaries in the Room, starring Ona Munson, Lee Bowman and Osa Madson Tonight's Tale of Suspense, This is your narrator, the man in black who conveys to you Columbia's invitation to spend this half hour in suspense with us again next Tuesday, when Alsi's Plenty play will be Last Night by Cornell Woolrich, and we'll star more of.

Your Hollywood favorites. The producer of these broadcasts is William Spear, with Ted Bliss, the director, lud Gluskin and Lucian Morrowick conductor and composer, and John Dixon Carr, the author, collaborated on tonight's suspense. There's a CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. My dear, My dear, the night has grown well, it's grown old. But I suppose there's time for one more before you depart me and head back to your joyful little life. Hm. Hm. But what could there be? What could truly bring fear and uncertainty mm in a life as easy going in fun. I suppose it would be the other woman.

Wait a minute, have you heard the strange tales of the Whistler. I'm the whistler. I refuse to accept the responsibility of the failure of our marriage. I know who caused it, and I know who she is. I refuse to give you up to hers. So I have made a decision. Another Sunday night, and again 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 unusual story of the other Woman.

Olivia Martin paces the floor of her bedroom. She's been pacing for hours, and it is now long past midnight. Her husband, Fred Martin, did not come home to dinner. He was detained at his office on business. So he said. But Olivia knows that it isn't his advertising business that attains him. And she knows too that tonight will be the climax and the final crash of their marriage, the end of everything for Olivia. She knows what Fred is going to say tonight. For months she has been fearful of this moment, and now it has come. Olivia, you're awake.

Yes, h I thought you might be asleep. How could I sleep? You know better than that. It's one o'clock, isn't it. Yes, I didn't realize it was that Lately. You don't usually bother to see if I'm awake. For the past two months you passed right onto your own room. Yes, yes, I guess I haven't. Get your business settled. Yes, yes, I had quite a bit to attend. To have dinner at the club. Oh, yes, at the club. Then why didn't you answer my call? I had you paged? They said you hadn't been there this evening.

Oh, perhaps I hadn't arrived dinner. Really, what did you want? I don't know. I don't remember now what I called you? See, well, I don't turning? Then why don't you say it? Say what? But you came here to say? Do you think I had anything particular to say? I don't know how, But I've known all evening you were planning to tell me something. When you got here. Oh that's not no, Fred, I've known for months this is coming. I know what sort of business at change? You another woman? What first? I believed you. As the weeks passed and I realized you were going colder, the whole thing became clear to me, and I knew you were evading me, that you were lying about those business appointments at night.

Go on. We've been married ten years. Fred, I've done everything humanly possible to make our marriage of success. I think I have, at least I have tried. That's your opinion, a living Why didn't. You come right out and tell me about this woman at the very beginning? Why should I? Oh, I've tried not to believe. Oh, let's not have a scene, Olivia. Would you expect me to do at all? No? Not you, Olivia, certainly not you. I suppose you'll say it's all my fault. I am to blame for everything. It's well, isn't that what you're trying to say?

I haven't Suddenly, then why don't you say something? Why do you beat about the push? You can here to say something? Say it very well that you put it that way. I will. I'm going out of town tomorrow business. I'm sending my things to the club. When I return, I intend to live there. Wait a minute, Olivia, I haven't finished yet. I want you to get a divorce on any ground you please, desertion or whatever you wish divorce? Do you mean that? I do. Very well, that's the way you want it. There's nothing else I can do.

No, Olivia, nothing. Good night. So Olivia solves herself to sleep. When morning comes, she finds bread gone and his thing's already sent for the club. All day she wanders aimlessly. About the house like a lost soul. Then, as night falls and her loneliness increases, she has seemed to the horrible feeling of hopelessness. A strange depression comes over her, and she sits down at the desk and writes a note Fred. The very thought of losing you, the thought of divorce, the thought of giving you up for another woman, is more than I can bear. The shame, the disgrace, the scandal of it all, would, I know, drive me insane.

Regardless of what you may think, I refuse to accept the responsibility of the favor of our marriage. I know who caused it, and I know who she is. You'd never be happy with a woman of her type. You'll be throwing your life away. I refuse to give you up to her. So I have made a decision. Goodbye, Fred, Olivia. Olivia addresses the note of Fred at his club, steps out and drops it in the newest mail box. She wanders about for a while, then. Returns to the end the house, takes the sleeping tablets, and goes to bed.

Then the next morning, at Fred's office, Dora's, Fred's private secretary is going over some teething. Yes very well, plea on Hello, Yes, mister Goldberg, this is doors Hammond. Mister Martin's out of town for a few days. Yes well, Miss Bartow is head of the art department. I'll have her check on it right away. Yes, yeah, goodbye, Yes, tell Rita Bartow to come in here, Pete. Miss barn wasn't coming in today. She's staying home. Has a bad coat. I see, well, we'll send Jack Mallory in then. Yes to Hammond, do you want to see me miss Hammon?

Oh? Yes, Jack, I understand Rita's ill isn't coming in today. No, I guess not. Well. Mister Goldberg over at Lake Laboratories wants to know which ed she intended to run next week. Only Rita knows about that. Perhaps we better send them over to Rita's apartment and have her select the one she wants to use. You very well, who shall I send? Well, I don't know of anyone who'd rather go on that errand than you. Jack. Well, I'll go if you insist. I don't think I have to insist, especially where Rita is concerned. All right, I'll run over there.

I thought you would. Thanks to see you later. Hello, Rida, this is Doris Hammond. Yes, how do you feel a fair good? Mister Goldberg wants to know which ad you're selected for next week. I'm sending Jack Mallory over with the layout. He should be there in a short while. Very well, I forgotten which it was and send Jack back as soon as possible. You'll hang around all day. If you don't, I will don't worry. Good Bye, bye, Hello, Reda. How do you feel? Oh? All right, Joe, didn't feel like coming to your office today. I thought you had a bad cold.

No, not too bad. I'll be all right tomorrow. Mister Goldberg wants you to select the layout for the next week. Here they are, Which do you want? Well? I planned on this one, but I think you should make this section in red. Oh, I see that's easy. I'll fix it up in the jiffy. Danny's out better this way. Well, here was this one for the week following. Okay, you look mighty lovely, Reda three. Where were you going all that stuff? I've got to go out of town this afternoon. On that to Henderson deal. I wanted to put it off until next week, but mister Martin insisted that I get it settled as im as possible.

I'll be back on the afternoon playing tomorrow. You shouldn't be running around too much, darling. I don't really have a cold. That's fineness. You've got a lot of trouble with that in the past year or so. Yes, there's nothing much commit about it, I guess, Thank heavens, it only strikes me in winter. Why don't you try a change of climate, reader, change of climate? I should think you'd like California. I've always wanted to go there. I've had an idea that I could do very well, nice jobs in the movie art departments. I'm not interested in the movie.

I thought about going out there and settling down, buying a nice little home, and really enjoying life. Why should a bachelor do all that? You have ideas about getting married? Jack? Yes, yes, I have everything good. I'm glad to hear it. What time does your plane leave? Two? How about little lunch while you're waiting something? Want? No, you will. I'll leave your bag here. We'll pick it up later. All right. I've got something important to talk to you about. Reading important. Yeah, I got a nice braise this week. That's fine, Jack, I want to. Ask you a questions about you and me.

Go ahead, No, no, not now, come on, we'll talk about it during lunch. Meanwhile, Olivia Martin, having made the decision and formulated a plan, visits her husband's office and calls on Dallas. This tetricay, good afternoon, miss Hammond. Oh how hard are you doing, missus Martin? How were just going out to lunch? Would you join me? I'm sign as harmon. I'm afraid I haven't time. I'm another hurry. I have a number of things to know this afternoon. Can I help you? I suppose you're quite. Busy as Yes, my work is always double when Fred Ley's down Fred.

Yes, mister Martin, oh, my husband. I further, it does seem strange for an employee to call him Fred. But for some reason, I've gotten into the habit and this can't seem to break it. He doesn't need the mind, however. That's so I can imagine he wouldn't, after all, your like, well, like one of the family in this ham. Yes, I've been here for two years. You've been, said private secretary for how long? Now? Almost a year? It doesn't seem that long pleasants work, isn't it most interesting? You have no idea how distorbing this business can be, missus Martin.

But I realized it must have a certain amount of extremely interesting moments. I think you should come around more often. Missus Monty. How right you are? Things might have been different different. Yeah, I mean if I had taken an. Active interest in the business. Well, at times that gets rather doll. Waiting at home set me on long evenings when your husband has to stay in powerl on business. I suppose it is rather a doll under those conditions. Yeah, that I m can take up the time with personal problems. I want you to have a check drawn for me for five hundred dollars.

Very well, I'll attend to it at once. Have you heard and spread thinking left? No? I haven't. He phoned me this morning? You did. Yeah, he's an important paper at home and he knew I was flying to Detroit tonight to visit my relatives. So he wants me to drop it off on the Buffalo Buffalo. I thought he was in Boston. Yes he was, but he had to rush over to Buffalo. Some unexpected business came up and he says. He needs you very badly. He wants me to come to Buffalo. Yes, I told him I notify you and bring you with me.

I believe in the airport about five thirty. Can you meet me there or shall I pick you up here. Well, i'll meet you at the airport. I'll have to run home for a few minutes. Is there anything in particular he wants me to bring. No, nothing with the taper he left at home. Very well, I'll be at the airporter on five. Do you mind flying with him? No, no at all. It's good. I played as a small cabin. John might be a little bumpy, but I'm rather a good pilot. I'll see you. What's five? Shortly afternoon rain begin around him.

The storm becomes heavier. Then Jack with turn Jack Merray. Where on earth to do Ben? Do you know what time it is? Yes, I'm sorry. I got to talking and didn't realize they are. But what about the layout? Did we the sellect one? Yeah? This one? She made a couple of changes in it. So what changed? Oh? Nothing important. Just one of this section set up in red, stands out better. Yeah, so it does. Well, I'd better put it through right away. I'm sorry to have been so late with it. I'm glad you got back with it before I left.

Left. Where were you going, mister Martin phone? He wants me to join him in Buffalo. Something important to come up Buffalo? I thought he was in Boston. He had to run over there in a hurry. Buffalo strange with strange huh? Oh? Oh, well, I mean he's being in Buffalo. What's strange about it? Oh, I don't know. I suppose he could be in Buffalo. Were with you? Jack? Why? Or nothing? Nothing wrong? Lean over here? Why? Why? A little closet? Hmm? What's the matter? Well of all things, and how I've seen everything? You actually had a drink?

You and old people? Well, I I don't approve of it as a rule, but I walked back from Rita's place, and I got my feet a little wet in the rain, felt kind of chilly, afraid of was catching cold. So I dropped in at the bar on the way back and had a drink. Oh, I hope you don't get sick. Can't afford to have you and. Rita both out. Oh that's right. A lot of work to be done this week. I'm here to take all that top coat. It's damn Let me have it now, hang it over the radiator.

Well, what's wrong on earth? Did you do this? You stilled ink on the front of your coat? Yes, well, what do you know? Fine thing? I just got it yesterday. I must have done that over at radas when I blocked that section and read as soon as. Possible, haven many a towel from that closet and dampen it, or. Don't bother dos, I'll let it clean the mom. Get some of it out now, thanks's me hard to get off. It's probably dried in by now. The clearers can get it. Does strangers ink? I ever thought, doesn't mean to be ink more like blood if you ask me blood.

Let me see. It's strange. Let me see that layout does seem a little darker than it's on the card. None of the cloth has something to do with it. Perhaps better let the cleaners worry about it. What time are you leaving, dolls? In a few minutes. I'm flying from the airport around five. Well, good luck does see you in a few days. Thanks to take care of yourself and lay off the liquor. That's bad stuff to get started on. Are you kidding? What do you think? Or a few brief moments, Doris stands staring at the jack as he passes through the door to the outer office.

Then she picks up the towels, studies it for a moment. Suddenly she tosses it into the desk drawer, leaves the office and goes home. Then around five, Doris meets Olivia at the airport. Well, missus Martin, do you think we should try it tonight? You mean you got not go? Are you fighting? Oh? No, no, not exactly? Frightened to storm's path? What's wrong? What? I don't really know? Nothing I get have nothing to worry about. I've flown this plane in all kinds of weather. Yes, of course, Well we're all fat. Let's climb in. I wish I could have talked to Fred.

I haven't the quittest idea what this is all about? You know what it's all about? In no time at all? What you'll get there in a couple of hours. Don't worry. How far are we coming now? Oh? I don't know about seventy five miles? I should say? Where are we? I can't see a thing. We're not far from Montcello? How can you tell? Can't can you see that? Domar? No? Not too well. I'm flying by instrument. I hope we don't run into a storm. Frankly, I don't like to be in a plane during a storm.

Well, I don't know of anyone who really does. We could have taken a train. We could have, but on this particular trip I was in somewhat of a hurry to get to my destination. Tell me, doth uh? May I call you? Door? Of course? I'm sure just a bit upset over this trip? What do you mean just that? Do I seem upset? Yes? You do? Something playing on your mind? Yes? If there is something bothering me? So what is it? It's rather a guilty conscience, filthy conscience. Isn't that what it is? What are you talking about?

Are you looking forward to a nice visit in Buffalo where? I don't know. I don't consider it a visit. It's part of my job, and a very pleasant job too. I'm sure you'll miss the job that is. A tendant interest, working late at night, several nights a week with friends. What do you mean by that? Why should I lose my job? Your job isn't all you're going to lose. Do you know what you're saying? Yes? And you know what I'm talking about. You're crazy. Bread isn't in Buffalo. Where is it? I don't know? But wherever he is, you'll never see him again.

Your little chief. Put this plane down and let me out you. I'm going to put it down, straight down. No what seed won't think you're though attracted. Next time you see you know you're out of your mind. You can't do this, You can't. You can't keep the switch my war, Honey, I want you give me that key. By some strange quirk of fate, Olivia is foiled in our plan of suicide and murder. A farmer rushes to the crash, finds Olivia thrown clear and I'm still alive now an hour later in my farmhouse. Uh ah, and you, fear man?

What why? Who are you? I'm Doc Sanders Doctor. Where where am i here? On Jake Barrett's farm? Found you right after the crash? Leave me. You're mighty lucky, lucky? What do you mean? You were thrown clear when you hit the tree tops, got off a few scratches and a couple of rattling good bumps, but not a busted bone any place where. What happened to my j well, I'm. Sorry to say she she's dead, dead, she's dead. She wasn't as lucky as you. I I'm lucky, am I don't you think so? No? No, I don't. I'm not lucky.

Take it easy. I know how you feel, but you couldn't help it, ma'am. These things just happen sometimes, do so they don't. Well we're going to say, ma'am nothing. I wasn't going to say anything. Oh, well, they located your husband, ma'am. Jake's driving you back to New York tonight. You'll be all right. Well, Olivia, now you are on the spot. Your vicious plan was only partly as fault. Now you've got the face. Bread and how are you going to explain the situation? How are you going to explain Darris's presence if you're plane. Fred arrives in town, spends a few hours at his club, then in the morning when he visits Olivia, Hello.

Ol of it so fas it was terrible. Yes, I know, I'm very sorry, Olivia. I don't know what happened. But all of a sudden, the motor cut off. I couldn't find a clear spot anyplace. I thought I saw a clearing, but it was more trees and there's no motor. I couldn't pull up. You were very fortunate, yes, I suppose. So where were you going? Why? Well, after you left her, I got the thinking things over and I just couldn't remain another night in this house alone, so I decided to to go to my sisters in Detroit.

For a while. Why did you cry? I don't know. I just wanted to get away as fast as possible. Wasn't it a rather bad night for flying? No, I've flown in worse weather, so I'm it cleared. I say, I was never so shocked in my life. No, no, no, no, you couldn't up one of those things. I know how you feel. Doris was very well. She was a lovely girl, fishing. She was young, had everything to live for. I know how you miss steal Fred. Can you ever forgive me? Friend? Of course, I never want to fly a plate again.

Never. How did Doris happen to be with you? Or was she going well? She said she wanted to visit some friend in Buffalo, asked me if I drop her off there? How did you know you were flying that way? Well, you see, I I went to your office and told her I was going to Detroit and asked her to do some money for me. Would I'd be glad to put her down in Buffalo? That's that's the I can't imagine why she leave the office in the midle of the week to visit friends out of town.

It wasn't like Doris. Maybe she had some business to attend to on side. Maybe I can't imagine what it might be. Maybe maybe it was a personal business. Possibly, Olivia, are you telling me the truth? Why? What do you mean? Have you told me the real reason you wanted to leave town? Certainly, weren't you well running from something? What would I be running from? You were carrying out a plan? Weren't you plan? Didn't you have a definite idea in mind when you wrote that note to me? Note note? It seems you've forgotten the note. Why don't you tell me the truth?

Olivia? Yes, it's that I did make up in mind too to do something terrible. I was going to kill her and myself. I couldn't stand it any longer. But after I made it to you, I seem to come to my sense of that. I saw things clearly, realized how awful the thing would be. I I just couldn't go through it. So you decided to forget the idea and go on to Detroit. Yes, I swear I changed my mind about killing her. I couldn't be a murderer. You really expect me to believe that you must leave me.

You must please, I know what you think that everything that's happened. No, there's certainly definite evidence against you. Yes that I swear I didn't. That's easy to say. But the note is too convincing. Where is the note? You must destroy it. Don't tell anyone about it? Please spread. What time was it when you visited my office? I don't know, about noon, I think. And you mailed the note the night before, yes, and you made up your mind to leave town. You went to the office, told Doris about. It and left it five Yes, yes, that's right.

And what did you do in the meantime? Why? I can't remember. I'm so confused. I went shopping pro while are you sure? I don't know. I don't know, but I swear I changed my plan by the time morning came. You going to have a hard time proving all that it's the truth. Why shouldn't they believe the truth? Circumstances all tie into well. We had separated the day before I moved to the club. Several people knew about. That, and in the note you said you knew who the other woman was and stated clearly what you intended.

To do about it. I know, I know, And how else can the police look at it? Police? What do they know about it? They've been putting two and two together? Do they know what's in the note waiting for me? When I got back from Boston, they had already found the note. They showed it to me. That's where you made your big mistake overvia Fred. They really think I killed her, murdered him? They do? What are they gonna do? The detectives are here now, they want to talk with you. Yes, I'll be calm verry. Well, I'm coming in.

Jetain Evans, Thank you, Olivia. This is Captain Evans, and this is Lieutenant Davis. How do you do. Good morning, Missus Martin. Did you, gentlemen, wish to see me? Yes, I'd like to ask you a few questions. Yes, yes, of course, But I hadn't done anything. I'm absolutely innocent. I yes, I know, Missus Martin. We don't want to upset you. Just answer a few questions very well. Is it true that your husband left you a few days ago with the idea that you were to get a divorce. Yes, he took up residence at his club. Yes, you believe that your husband was in love with another woman.

I did. Did you know who that woman was? I? I did. Did you object to his leaving you getting a divorce? Yes, yes I did. Well after he left you, did you write this note to him? Yes? Yes I wrote it, but I. You mailed it to his club. Yes. Next day you got some money at his office. About noon and exactly five o'clock you took off from your plane. Yes, but I'd changed my mind. I couldn't go through it, and I didn't. I swear I didn't. Where were you, missus Martin? Between noon and five o'clock?

I went about town. I did little shopping. I don't remember what else I did. Can you prove where you were during that period? No? I don't see how I could. No one was with you during that time. Did you frequent in the establishment where you were known? No? No, I didn't. I saw no one I knew. Are you sure, Olivia? And I'm positive? What difference does it make where I was between you and. The five o'clock makes a lot of difference? Because it was about that hour that Rita Bartow was stabbed to death in her apartment.

Rita Barto the ahead of the Octopa that's right. The weapons not been found and there were no clues to the identity of the murder. Accepting your note to. Your husband, But Rita Barto, what have I to do with her? You said in your note here that you knew who the woman was, Rita Bartow, the other woman? What then? What about? What about who? What are you going to say? Nothing? I wasn't going to say anything, not one thing. Oh, yes you were, Olivia, Yes you were. You were going to say that you killed the wrong woman in Doris Hammond.

Of course we know you didn't kill rita battle because Jack Mallory killed her when she turned him down and said she was going to marry Fred Martin. And Doris was the only one who knew about the blood thains on Jack's coat. She was the only one who could have pinned it on. Jack and cleared you, Olivia. But Doris is dead now and you killed her, killed the very one who could have saved you. What a shame. CPS has presented the Whistler Next week, same. Time, either whistler will return to tell you another unusual tale. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.

Well, my dear, the evening has drawn to a close. Soon the sun will return to the sky. You should probably make your way home, and I'll go back to well, wherever it is I come from. But please do return. I'll be right here, same time, same place, happy to have your company. But if I could ask just one more favor to you as you make your way home, as you cross the River Styx, as you enter your beautiful point to the living room, and make your way to the bed, as you lay your head down and blink away the night, take one moment and be thankful for what you have, and I'll be seeing you soon Comanly in my memory, like the falling ming