Creeps By Night 44-07-11 Six Who Did Not Die

Summary

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Podcast Summary: "Creeps By Night 44-07-11 Six Who Did Not Die"

Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode Date: August 19, 2025
Host: Harolds Old Time Radio
Original Air Date of Feature Drama: July 11, 1944
Show within Episode: Creeps By Night – "Six Who Did Not Die"

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Overview

This episode of "Harold's Old Time Radio" revives a chilling story from the golden age of radio horror and suspense, Creeps By Night’s “Six Who Did Not Die.” Hosted and narrated in dark, moody tones by Peter Loren, listeners are drawn into a nightmarish tale of greed, betrayal, and supernatural vengeance on a remote Pacific island. The program captures the essence of radio's power to create atmosphere and suspense with sound.

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Main Story: “Six Who Did Not Die”

Setting the Scene (Start: 00:41)

• Narrated by Peter Loren, the episode opens by painting a stark image of the haunted, sun-scorched atoll of Mangareva in the Gambier Archipelago—a barren spot shunned by traders and lawmen, frequented only by pearl divers.
• The crew of the sloop Nancy Hale seeks fortune in pearls, but their greed soon turns to horror.

Key Characters

• Captain Bull Harrison: Ruthless, driven by avarice.
• Foggy Addison: Seedy, calculating Cockney mate.
• Kamali and Native Divers: Crew manipulated and brutalized.
• Peter Loren: Narrator/Host, offers philosophical framing and transitions.

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Key Discussion Points & Story Beats

1. The Lure of Pearls and the Pact of Greed (Start: 04:12)

• The crew discovers a trove of immense pearls—worth thousands.
• Captain Bull proposes to Foggy that they cheat the native divers and split the haul, plotting to murder the unsuspecting crew.
  • Quote [06:40]:
    Bull: “Right now, eight people know about this catch. You and me and the six divers... we got to fix it so as only you and me know the location of that bed. Savvy?”
  • The two agree: the lives of the divers are expendable.

2. Murder at Sea (Begins ~09:30)

• Bull and Foggy coldly execute their plan, sending the divers overboard one last time.
• Kamali, pleading an earache, is forced at gunpoint, then coldly cast aside.
• One by one, the divers are bludgeoned and drowned as they surface.
  • Memorable Moment [11:20]:
    Foggy, shaken: “It ain’t done for me. I’ll be seeing them poor beggars, eyes rolling up, for a long time to come.”
• Tone: Grimy, claustrophobic, haunted by guilt.

3. The Spoils Lost and Paranoia Grows (12:50-16:30)

• In Sydney, Bull loses their ill-gotten gains gambling, much to Foggy’s fury.
  • Foggy [13:53]: “Twelve hundred pounds you got for them pearls. And me supposed to get my share. And I ain’t seen a shilling.”
• Foggy threatens to leave and perhaps talk; Bull pushes him out a hotel window to his death.
  • Bull [16:01]: “You’re going out the window, Foggy. You’re gonna fall out... You won’t talk now, Foggy? Not at all.”

4. The Haunting Retribution (17:00-23:30)

• Obsessed with regaining lost riches, Bull returns to Mangareva with a new crew.
• The new native divers refuse, claiming “six dead men... they stand up like they lie.”
  • Manu [17:20]: “Six men down there dead. They stand up like they lie. My boys no dive here. Bad water.”
• Bull, desperate to prove there’s no danger, dons a diving suit and descends.
• Underwater, he is confronted by the eerie, grinning corpses of his former victims. Their supernatural vengeance ensnares him in the seabed.
  • Bull [22:05]: “Six men. One, two... they’re standing in the water, grinning at me. For the love of heaven, get me up!”
  • His cries become increasingly panicked and desperate as he realizes he’s being claimed by ghosts and guilt, doomed to join those he murdered.

5. Moral Reflection and Transition (23:30)

• Peter Loren [23:30]:
  “Captain Bull Harrison—facing his jury—a jury with good reason to pronounce him guilty of murder and greed. Poor Bull down there with the pearls he wanted so much and the men he murdered to get them.”

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“Next Time” Teaser: Mr. and Mrs. North Mystery

(24:17–28:10)

• A playful, suspenseful preview unfolds for another radio serial, featuring Mr. and Mrs. North.
• Pamela North receives repeated mysterious phone calls and is followed home by a “little gray man.”
• He soon bursts in, mortally wounded, and dies as he warns her:
  • Little Man [27:30]: “Please let me speak... They will kill you, Pamela.”
• The segment ends with rising tension—shots outside, disappearing threats, and a hint at a new mystery.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments (with Timestamps)

• Peter Loren’s Opening Monologue [00:41]:
  “Man kills passionately... but man also destroys life coldly and impersonally, without rancor, unemotionally, and with but one purpose: to gain.”
• On Greed and Betrayal [06:40]:
  Bull: “We lay over here tonight. Tomorrow morning we tell the boys we’re making one last dive and hauling back... When they come up one at a time... wham. You get me, Foggy?”
• Foggy’s Conscience [11:20]:
  “I’ll be seeing them poor beggars, eyes rolling up, for a long time to come.”
• Bull’s Threat Before Murdering Foggy [16:01]:
  “You’re going out the window, Foggy... You won’t talk now, Foggy? Not at all.”
• Native Warning [17:20]:
  Manu: “Six men down there dead. They stand up like they lie.”
• Bull’s Doom [22:05]:
  “Six men. One... two... they’re standing in the water, grinning at me. For the love of heaven, get me up!”
• Peter Loren’s Moral Coda [23:30]:
  “Captain Bull Harrison of Watery Courtroom. Facing his jury—a jury with good reason to pronounce him guilty... with the pearls he wanted so much and the men he murdered to get them. Funny, isn’t it? Or is it?”

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Structure & Style

• Sound and Atmosphere: Classic radio drama style; evocative, moody monologues and period-appropriate dialogue.
• Tone: Grim morality tale with supernatural justice; tension and guilt build inexorably to claustrophobic, fatal consequences.
• Transition to Lighter Mystery: After the main horror, a teaser for a domestic mystery with a playful, bantering married couple, contrasting moods sharply.

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Conclusion

This episode resurrects a classic 1940s radio suspense tale, deftly illustrating the noir genre’s hallmarks: avarice, betrayal, and poetic justice. Skillful voice acting and tightly wound narration immerse the listener in a world where the dead, and one’s conscience, exact a chilling price for greed. Fans of both classic horror and detective drama will find something to savor, especially in the memorable closing images and the teasing hand-off to the next episode’s mystery.

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Transcript

[Peter Loren]

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[Peter Loren]

Good evening. This is Peter Loren. Man kills passionately out of hunger or anger, out of fear or love. But man also destroys life coldly and impersonally, without rancor, unemotionally, and with but one purpose to gain. It is of greed and murder that you hear tonight in a mystery playhouse. Oh, yes. Guilt has been known to lie heavily on the soul of the coarsest and unregenerate of human beings. And conscience is an unseen but terrible demon to those whose hearts are set in evil exerting a grim and unrelenting power over their minds. Tonight our story concerns itself with a price of greed and revolves about a strange and almost fateful phenomenon that forced a man to stand ghastly trial before a jury of the dead. Listen as we tell you of Captain Bull Harrison and the six who did not d.

[Captain Bull Harrison]

Far below the equator, where the blinding sun beats with fierce hatred, on the endless surface of the sea lie the lonely islands of the Gambier Archipelago. There is no movement in the white hot expanse of sand and ocean, no movement save the brief fluttering excursions of flying fish and the few palm fronds that wave languidly above precarious footholds in the scanty soil. Barren and lonely are the Gambiers. And lonelier than most is the atoll of Mandareva, a strip of sand and gray coral rising from the sea like something foul and festering. For at high water the tide sweeps over it and retreating, leaves on its sloping beach all manner of snails and shellfish that helpless broil and putrefy under the blazing sun. No trader has ever visited Mangareva, for there is no one with whom to trade. And the gunboats of the Australian Territorial Patrol give it wide berth, for there is no one to watch. Only an occasional purling vessel with its crew of native divers ventures within sight of Mangareva. Such a vessel is the sloop Nancy Hale, four days out of Sydney, a weather beaten hulk with caulking oozing from her open seams, she lies at anchor in the lee of the island. It is sundown and her small boat is returning from a day of Pearl diving, the oars stroked by six dark skinned natives. The cockney mate standing in the bow as the boat swings broadside to the sloop. The meat members aboard.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

All right, Kamali may go fast to the stern cleat. And mind you don't lose one of those oars. Oversight me. Not 10 now. At least 10 may do same work all time. I like one go. Blimey, stop your even babbling. I don't care whose turn it is. Make us fast to the ship they moors. If it ain't done by the time I get back from seeing the captain, I'll take the eyes off ye may. You mind what I find. Beggars always getting their ends up about something. Ain't one thing, it's another. I give ten pounds right here and now to be lifting a pint down in a red dragon called Blummy. I would instead of sweating me blood out in a million miles from civilization. Hi, Captain. Like his mommy's pre sheet in the wind. I'll take a look. Who's there? I Keep your shirt on, Bull. It's nobody but me. Foggy. Oh, back already? Well, been 10 hours under that blasted sun. Ain't that enough? Close the door. How'd you make out? Not bad. You might invite a chap to have a nip of that there gin sitting on the table. Go ahead. That's the last of it. Oh, blimey. The last of 60 bottles we took on at Sydney. You ain't been bashful about drinking it, have you? You got any objections? Oh, no, no. Don't be getting your end up full. No offense. Why are you drinking? Let's see what you got for your 10 hours. Well, no, I think we've done pretty fair, didn't they? Here's my neuroi. Ah, nothing like a spot of Dutch gin to sit a chat. Right good at that. Too bad to eat more of it for the all back to Sydney. What makes you think we're hauling back? I thinks we are, Mr. Edison. Fast as the old trouble takers. I thinks we are. Come on, out with it. What'd you get? A handful of stinking seed pearls. Seed pearls, is it not? On your life. Give an eye to these, if you please. Good Lord. Not bad, eh, Mr. Addison? Where'd you get these, Foggy? 50 yards southeast of Manga river in two fathoms of water. You know what they're worth? God, they must weigh 50 grains apiece. How many are there? 1, 2, 3, 4, 8 by my count. That's right. 8 times 50. 400 grains. All perfect, too. Hardly need peeling. There's a thousand pounds here, Foggy. Maybe more, the way the market is today. By heaven, you're right. We are hauling back. I can do a lot with a thousand pounds. Ain't you forgetting something, Captain? As about me and the natives. What do you mean? Well, the natives get half the catch according to the agreement with their chief. And I get 10% friggin rapid. And not intending to be accurate, I should say that leaves you £400, not a thousand. Trouble with you, Foggy, is you don't know how to figure. Now listen, when we took on this batch of divers, we never dreamed we'd run into a hall like this, did we? Can't say as we did. All right. We figured maybe we'd come back with 50 or 100 grains, not 400. What are you leading up to? How far can I trust you, Bobby? Well, now, I'd say that all depends on how much it's worth to be trusted. If we get what I think we should for those eight beauties, your cut will be 300 pounds. Fifteen hundred dollars. Go. Blimey. Enough to take me back to England in style. Ain't it more than enough? Well, it sounds most attractive. How do you plan to work it? Right now, eight people know about this catch. You and me and the six divers. Chances are there are plenty more pearls where these came from. Must be a natural bed. We got to fix it so as only you and me know the location of that bed. Savvy? I ain't interested in the bed. All I'm thinking about is getting enough to ship back to England. Okay. This is how to get it. You still ain't giving me no details like it, if you understand what I mean. There's nothing to it. We lay over here tonight. Tomorrow morning we tell the boys we're making one last dive and hauling back. I'll go along with you in the small boat so as I can mark the spot. I'll take a belaying pin with me. They'll all dive in Fronto because they've been there before. And when they come up one at a time, like they always do, wham. You get me, Foggy. I get you, Boo. Eve to it. Eat to it. We ain't going to no tea party. You said no more dinner. You say we go back? Mind your babbling tongue. To evil. We got the captain with us today. He wants to see how you dive. Ain't that right, Mr. Addison? That's right, boys. This is the last dive, and then we haul back. Good Catch this trip. Plenty gin for the likes of them. As he's left a trinket. Shut up your fool. We make only one dive, then we gone back. How about that, Ms. Addison? Yeah, one dive, then you're through. They like that. What in your lip fogging and tender business? We're southeast of Manga Riva, about 50 yards off. This the spot? Close enough, I'd say. Shivers. Eat that anchor, Taru over with it. Sure this is the spot. Pocket as near as I can come to it. She holding, Taru? Yeah, she hold all right. Let her swing with the tide. What there is of it. Water slack. Okay, get him over, Foggy. Here we go, boys. You first, Kamuli. No dive. Ear hurt. He's got a dive here. Let's have a look at your ear. No can see. Hurt deep inside. Why'd you say something about it before we left the sloop? Wait a minute, Foggy. I'll handle this. Come, Ollie. Ear hurt bad, captain? Very bad. One dive won't do it no harm. I come out here special to see you and your boys go down. Tell you what I'll do anything you bring up. This dive belongs to you. No split. All pearl's yours. How's that? Well, what about it, Kamali? No dive. Stand up in the boat. Stand up, I said. Now for the last time, Kamali, you gonna dive or not? No. No dive. Hurts bad. Maybe this'll cure it. Now the rest of you get over and make it fast. Go ahead. Ah, that does it. They're over. Hold the boat steady, Foggy. I'll work the belaying fin as they come up. What about this one, you slug? Leave him, Beetle. We get rid of the rest. Hold steady now. They won't be staying down there long, I can promise you. I got a funny feeling no good's going to come of this. Throw your feelings and keep the boat steady. That's all you've got to do. I'll take care of the rest. One little tap of this belay and finish. They come up enough. Here comes one right aside the boat. Steady. Steady. That does for him. Went down like a rock. Two more coming up. I see him. Ah, that makes three. See the others? Not yet. Water got roughed up, am I? Hold on. Here they come. Two together. That'll make it easy. Steady now. Larmy. Did you see the way them two's eyes rolled up? Like as soon as she was through me. Give me a hand with this one and stole the gab. What you gonna do with him? Heave him over. Wait till I Tap his skull and make sure he don't come, too. There ain't nothing finicky about you, is there, Bullet? Ravish Feast. Lift him now. You all right? Yep. Now get that anchor up. The job's done all neat and clean. It ain't done for me. I'll be seeing them poor beggars, eyes rolling up for a long time to come. You'll forget about it once we hit Sydney. There'll be plenty of gin and rooms in the best hotel in town. All I want is to book passage on the first boat back to England. Don't worry about that, Foggy. You'll go back to England a rich man. I got another idea. The money we get for those pearls is going to be nothing compared to what we end up with now. What's on your mind? You'll find out. Get that anchor up. I'll set right. Bend two on the ours. We're going to be rich men, Foggy. You and me. Plenty rich. Twelve hundred pounds you got for them pearls. And me supposed to get my share. And I ain't seen a shilling. And I'm not going to. Now shut up and open the door. You got the key? I ain't got nothing. Nothing for killing six men right down here. Stupid fool. Like to get us hanged.

[Peter Loren]

Here's the key.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Open the door. We're going to be rich men, Foggy. You and me. How's about that, Mr. Harrison? Open the door, I said. Twelve hundred pounds, and now we ain't got nothing. Close the door. Twelve hundred pounds lost. Stop talking about it. I've heard all I want to hear. Oh, you have? It don't bother you that I ain't got no passage money, does it? You think I figured on losing it? I had a system to beat that roulette wheel. Something happened. Didn't work. I told you to stop. You told me. What do you know about it? All I was trying to do was to build that stake up. Make us some real money. Yeah. Now we ain't got nothing. Gamble it away, you did. There's more where that came from. I've got £20 left. Enough to pay for this hotel room. Doc charges on the slooping provisions. We'll go back to Manga river and get ourselves some more of them big birds. I ain't going nowhere near Mangareva. Not on your life, I ain't. Why not? Because it ain't got pleasant memories. That's why I'm quitting. I know a rum deal when I seize £1,200 left in a Gambling house. So you're quitting, huh? What makes you think I'll let you quit? You ain't got no right to stop me. No, I got a right to see that you don't open that big blabbing mouth of yours. I got that right. I knows when I'm well off. I ain't doing no talking. Maybe. Warning. The following ZipRecruiter radio spot you are about to hear is going to be filled with F words when you're hiring.

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I'd better make sure of that. Always one for making jokes, aren't you? This don't happen to be no joker. We murdered six men back at Manga River. You and me, where the only ones knows about it. I think you better ship with me when the Nancy Hale pulls out in the morning. Yeah, I think you better. I ain't shipping on no more pearl boats and I ain't going nowhere near Mangareva now at that final. All right, Foggy, that's how you feel about it? Open the window, will you? It's hot in here. It ain't a bit Hot. You've been drinking too much. Open it anyway. Thanks. Nice view of the harbor from there, Foggy. Pretty with all them lights blinking. Bull. As about giving me half the £20 you've got left? Sure, why not? Yeah. Two five pound notes much oblige, Boo. If I wasn't so set on going home. What are you holding my wrist for? You're going out the window, Foggy. You're gonna fall out. No, I ain't done nothing. I want to make sure you won't do anything. Let go, me Bull. Let go. Oh, long foggy. Pull 12 stories to the street. You won't talk now, Foggy? Not at all. Ease off on that jib halyard, Dave. More. More. Okay, Reaper, up. Stand by the heave anchor. Hey, you, Manu. Lend a hand with that winch. All right, let her go. Anchor down and holding, sir. Make her fast. Aye, aye, sir. Anchor fast. Mano what, sir? Yeah, this is it. We stole the ii. In the S business, Dave, we ain't formal on the Nancy Hale. That suits me, all right. That's Manga river, is it? Ain't much to look at. Best pearl bed in the South Seas right under us. Won't even bother with a small boat today. Work right from the sloop. Get the divers over. Okay. Hello, Hello. Yes, boss. Get your boys over. Oh, no good. First me headman goes back. You learn, Dave. First dive's taken by the head man. These boys are new to this spot and won't go under till he comes up and says it looks clear. Sorry. All right, Bunno. Got eight beauties out of here last trip, Dave. You're gonna be real glad you shipped with me. Give him a hand here. Take water out of here. Take bad water. Shut up. What's the matter with you, Manu? Me drive. Go to bottom. Six men down there dead. You're crazy. No crazy. Six dead men. They stand up like they lie. My boy's no died here. Bad water. Hey, wait a minute, Manu. What do you mean there's six dead men down there standing up looking like live. They stand enough. But they dare. That's enough from you. Shut up. Now, the rest of you listen to me. You'll dive or I'll know the reason why I came here. To get pearls. And you're gonna get em. There'll be no acting up on my boat. Hey, Dave. There's a diving helmet and lead shoes in one of the starboard lockers. Get em out. Test the air hose in the pump. Know anything about diving equipment? Plenty. But I never went down myself. You won't have to. I'm going down. I'll prove to these figures there's nothing wrong down there. Everything okay, Captain? Yeah, just about Touching bottom. Ease up on the rope a little. Let the rope go, Manu. Easy, easy. Take a bite in it. That better move. Yeah, much better. Keep that air pump and hand generator going. Don't worry. Yeah. How's it look down there? Can't see much yet. Gotta get used to it. Lean forward when you walk. You need more rope. Okay. I ain't doing any walking. All I want to do is stay down here a couple of minutes and prove to those native beggars that. Captain. What is it? Hold me up. Hold on that rope. What is it, Bull? What happened? Get me up, Dave. Get me up now. Don't come near me. Duck. No, Kenpool, it can't be. Duck. Lay on it, all of you. Dave. Dave, pull me up. We're doing our best, Bull. What's down there? Six men. One. Who's right? They're standing in the water, grinning at me. Will the love of heaven get me up? We're trying to pull, but something's holding you. What is it? I don't know. My feet are sinking down. Maybe it's this wall. I know. Lash that rope to the window. Move past. They got me. They can't get away. They're lashing the rope for the winter full. We'll get you up now. Hold on. No can do. Roof stuff. Get back to that air pump there. Gotta have air, man apart. No. Cut them bad. Stay in bad water. Hey, you, Bull. They won't man the pump. We can't budge you. You're stuck just the same as I am. Aren't you? Stuck in the asphalt. That's why you're standing there grinning at me. You can't move. Listen to me before I kill you. When I killed Foggy, too, I wanted it all for my soup. And I'm gonna get it. Pearls. The biggest pearls you ever saw. Then down here, all around me. I'm not afraid of you. You're dead. Dead. Do you hear me? Oh, for the love of heaven, listen to me. Pearls all around banquets. Go ahead. When you tiny devils grin. You can't beat me. You can't. Listen.

[Peter Loren]

Captain Bull Harrison of Watery Courtroom. Facing his jewelry, a jury with good reason to pronounce him guilty of murder and greed. Poor Bull down there with the pearls he wanted so much and the men he murdered to get them. Funny, isn't it? Or is it? Please don't go. Come with Me to the green room where the players are rehearsing our next performance. Come, come.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Hello? No, I'm not Pamela North. I. She hung up as usual. Maybe I better practice up on my falsetto in a hurry this time. Hello? I am not dead. Oh, out the door. Maybe he didn't believe me. No, I'm not Pamela North.

[Pamela North]

Well, of course not. I am.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Hello, Pam.

[Pamela North]

Oh, I'm glad to be home, darling.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Wasn't the reunion fun?

[Pamela North]

It was awful. Everybody sat around noticing how much older everybody else looked.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Postmortems, huh? Darling, is there a man in your life?

[Peter Loren]

Of course there.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

There must be somebody else, because I'm pretty sure I haven't been calling myself up and asking me if I weren't Pamela nor.

[Pamela North]

Darling, you're not with.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

I'm in perfect health. Listen. Some goon has been phoning every hour and asking for you. As soon as I convince him that I'm not you, he hangs up. Well, it's reasonable enough, But I wonder.

[Pamela North]

If it has anything to do with the little man.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

What little man?

[Pamela North]

The one who followed me home.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Maybe I should have asked you about the men in your life.

[Pamela North]

Frighten me, darling. The street was so dark and he was so gray.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Sort of.

[Pamela North]

And indistinct. I ran.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Did he run after you?

[Pamela North]

I don't know.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

I would have. You did, but you slowed up for me. You answer it. I wouldn't want to disappoint him again.

[Pamela North]

All right, darling.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Hello?

[Pamela North]

Yes, this is Pamela North. What?

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

You. Hello, Jerry. I know. He hung up. Probably thinks it's good clean fun.

[Pamela North]

You know, darling, I am getting scared.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Nothing to get scared about. You're beautiful. Come here to the window.

[Pamela North]

All right, darling. Wait.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Is that your little man coming down the street?

[Pamela North]

Yes, Jerry. He's looking up at the house numbers. I thought he was only a nasty little old man, but.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Come away from the window. What are you going to do, call the police?

[Pamela North]

Oh, I may just be imagining Joke. My imagination can't be that vivid.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

May have been a car backfiring.

[Pamela North]

I know those were shots.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

I'll take a look.

[Pamela North]

Jerry, don't you go near that window.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Darling, no one could see me up here.

[Pamela North]

Honey, what is deserted? The little man.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Maybe that was a car backfiring. At any rate, most people would think so, darling.

[Pamela North]

We've heard guns being fired too often.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Well, whoever fired those shots isn't there anymore. Neither is your little man. I sort of suspect he's disappeared from our lives.

[Pamela North]

I hope that was our doorbell. Let's make believe we're not Home, Jerry.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

It might be important.

[Pamela North]

That's what I mean.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

I'd better see who that is. It's silly being terrified by nothing.

[Peter Loren]

Bam.

[Pamela North]

You can answer the door if you wish, darling, but I'm going to keep right on being terrified.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Well, if you insist.

[Pamela North]

Oh, no, no. I'm going with you. I want to be terrified in company.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

All right, but get over to one side. I'm going to open the door.

[Pamela North]

All right, darling. The little man.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

So it is. Won't you come in, please? Thank you. Shut the door, darling.

[Pamela North]

Uh huh.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Are you. Come on now.

[Pamela North]

Yes, I am sure he's ill. Not ill.

[Peter Loren]

Please let me speak. They will kill you, Pamela.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

You need a doctor. You better not train yourself by speaking. Must speak. Don't need doctors.

[Peter Loren]

Must speak.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

I heard them redline.

[Peter Loren]

But kill Pamela North.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

I've got him. He collapsed suddenly. Hot, wrapped up. I'll lay him down here on the sofa, get his coat open.

[Pamela North]

Shall I phone for a doctor, darling?

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

No, there's nothing a doctor can do for him.

[Pamela North]

Dead.

[Peter Loren]

Chest full of bullets.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Yes, he's dead.

[Pamela North]

Oh, poor little man.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

He came here to warn you against a murderer, darling. But the murderer got to him first.

[Peter Loren]

Well, well, what is all this, do you suppose? Why do you think anyone would want to kill Mrs. Pambly North? She seems to be a perfectly harmless young woman, don't you think? But there must be a reason. Well, I'm afraid we might have to wait for our next performance. Then our guests will be the famous amateur detectives, Mr. And Mrs. North. Oh, incidentally, they are interested in your reaction to our shows. So why don't you ride to the Mystery Playhouse? Armed Forces Radio, Los Angeles, usa Telling us what you like or don't like or anything you care to say. If you do that, we'd appreciate hearing from you very much. This is Peter Lawrence closing the doors of the Mystery Playhouse. Good night. Sleep tight.

[Narrator/Various Male Characters]

Sam.

[Peter Loren]

This is the Armed Forces Radio Service.

[Pamela North]

Sam.