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Inner Sanctum 41-12-07 Island of Death
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Inner Sanctum 41-12-07 Island of Death
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Inner Sanctum Mystery Brought to you by the makers of Carterville Liverpool, the best friend to your sunny disposition. Good evening, friends. This is Raymond, your host, welcoming you again to the inner sanctum. Come in. Moment, sir. Why am I smiling? Oh, but I always smile when I open the creaking door on Sunday night. You see, each week when I say good evening, I think to myself, good evening for what? And of course, there's only one answer to that question. A good evening for a murder. Tonight dinner. Thank the Mysteries brings you the island of Death, an original radio mystery drama written by Robert Newman and presented for your entertainment by the makers of Carter's Little Liverpool. Friends of Pleasant Disposition shouldn't be just a once in a while affair. It ought to be a regular thing. See, if you can't make it regular by encouraging regularity with Carter's Little Liverpool. Let them wake up the flow of one of your most vital digestive juices and prove to yourself that Carter's little liverpills are the best friends to your sunny disposition. Now, I think we're ready to begin. Ready to begin. As strange and terrible a tale as ever turned a man's hair gray overnight. A tale of voodoo conjuring black magic. Oh, now you're smiling. You don't believe in voodoo, huh? Good. Now turn down the lights, pull your chair up close and listen to the story of the island of Death. Come with me to the dark island, the secret magic island. Pei. It is night. A fierce tropical storm is raging. A car drives slowly down the road with a cane shield on one side of it, a jungle on the other. Now it's rage? I don't know, John. Laugh. Brandon, why did he let us go off alone? How are we going to get back there? But he told us not to go off alone. John. John, look. Where head there. That old native walking up the road. Maybe he can. Hey. Hey, you. Hey. What's the matter with him? Is he deaf? You keep blowing the horn while I put my coat on and go out for Muriel. All right. Jim, there's something wrong with this. Hey, it doesn't work. Well, it was working just a minute ago. Now, what's my name of something matured. So you did hear me. Why didn't you come when I called you? I am not in the habit of coming when I'm called that way, monsieur. Besides, though I am an old man, my ears are very sensitive. The noise of your horn pained me. That's why I stopped it. You stopped it? Why you. Well, okay. We're looking for the plantation St. Jackson. Are we on the right road? You are on the right road for many things. If you could. Right. How did you know my name? It was told me. Oh. Well, how do we get there? If you go down this road one mile. And when you get there. Well, perhaps we will meet again. If we do, I'll pray. Where did he go to? I don't know it. He just disappeared. Step back off the road into the jungle. Well, at least we know where we are now, John. Thanks. Do you suppose he was a papaloi? A witch? Dustin. What on earth makes you think that? I don't know? The way he looks and talks. And after all, the horn did stop working. Coach. Is that you, Coach? No, Alan. Noria. Sorry, Alan. Be we have to make things even more difficult than they are already. Will it make things any easier if I pretended that we were just old friends? It didn't matter to me that you'd married him instead of me. No, Alan, I. I guess not. I'm sorry, Muriel. Hello, Alan. Order me a drink, will you? Thank Mr. Cook. Yes, monsieur Gregory. How was. Did you find out what was wrong with the horn? Yeah. One of the wires come loose. Met an old native on the road and Muriel's convinced that he was a witch. Duck. But it's not that. He was so strange and. Well, even though I know that there are no such things, what we know or believe isn't terribly important. What is important is what the natives believe. They don't like being laughed at. You mean they really still believe in voodoo? Stuff like that. Well, you are doing some. Monsieur Pierre, do you believe in voodoo? But Not Julie, Monsieur. Oh, this is funny. This is really funny. Hey, what's that? It's nothing, monsieur. Just the sealed hands doing the duck Congo. How? Well, they can't have been a hard day's work if they've got enough energy to dance at night. I think maybe I'll go down there. Oh, no, monsieur, no. What do you mean I must not. I am sorry, monsieur. I just meant. Well, if you are interested in voodoo conjuring, perhaps I control something new here. Oh, I'm no papalois, Monsieur Van Gogh. I have some skill with the knucklebone, telling fortune. And this Mr. Still. Coat with light. No. Why not? Go ahead, Pierre. Very well. Maturity. There an arrow nine times. That means unhappiness. I see a city far away from here. I see two men both in love with the same woman. Yeah. Easy, Alan. Let him finish. One of the men is it powerful. The other is not. The one who is rich, has his rival sent away and in his absence marries the girl. She knows she is making a mistake. Oh, she does? I see why you ain't so. How dare you hit him for two cents? I'll write Mr. Brandon. He did not hurt me. Oh, well, I haven't even started yet. You're fired. Just a second. Coat. Oh, Brandon. I had a hunch you weren't getting as much as you could out of the natives. That you were too soft with them. Now, why not? You're fired too, John. So that's why you insisted I come down here with you. Of course. Don't you think I know that you're still in love with him? Okay, cos you asked for it. My mom. You're not Alan. I've got a gun here. You stay where you are. I'm going down the field. Hand hut. Freely. Show them who's boss, Alan. Poor Alv. All right, your name being fired doesn't bother me. But the other thing. Are they true? But it's really you all love made you even sad. Monsieur Bernard, excuse me, but I think you should know the drum. It is not a D. Congo. It is the Celik people is down with the what? Who is C? He's the most famous witch doctor on the island. John may be as flying with these things as him. Listen, Muriel, you stay here with Pierre. I'm going after John. Yes, I'm looking for a man named Tomorrow. You are Tomorrow, aren't you? I am. Another white man came down here a few minutes ago. Tomorrow. You know where he is? Yes. He said he was paying well to see some pudu. To send this picture known for the temple. What? There's no temple here in the village there is not the spirit. Come with me into this hut. That iron ring lifted up a trap door. Now turn the step. There is your friend, Coach John. What do you want, Alan? Got to get out of there right away. This is exactly what I've been looking for. The place where they hold their spookaroo. Listen, John, I never did like you much, and I shouldn't really care what happened to you. But the white haired native that brought me in here, you know who he is? Sure. The old coot I met on the road earlier this evening. He happens to be Timaron, the most powerful Papaloi in hatred. Yeah, well, when I get finished with him, he won't show his face around this plantation again in a hurry. But we are ready to be killed. I warn you, Milan Yengo himself will be here. There is no telling what ship he will take whose body he will follow. Never mind the warning. Go ahead. Go. From the jungles of the night come. Neither come to the body. Loose it. Hold. Point its feet this way and come. Rida. Come. Come. There. We are seeking the body. He's coming. Quick passage. The war Hotel. Quicker than the ground in front of the altar. Hey, what is this all about? What do they think they're doing? The bells. The bells of death. He's coming. He's not coming. Something is coming. Smoke. A woman. A white woman walking at this street. And her in a trance. As soon as she gets to the altar, we'll be able to see. Oh, a great story. It's new. So John Coates insisted there was no such thing as voodoo. Dared the witch doctor to invoke the God Yidanyango. And when the God did appear, he found he'd taken possession of the body of his wife. Very unusual. But not any more annoying than when a simple thing like a mean, sulky, gloomy disposition takes possession of us ofttimes. Irregularity is entirely to blame. So the sensible thing to do is get right after it with Carter's little liberty. Don't let the gloom of irregularity hold you back, keep you from enjoying life and getting ahead in the world. Wake up the flow of one of your most vital digestive uses with Carter's little liverpill. Let them help you to feel up from that and bubbling with enthusiasm and alive with the glorious feeling that goes with regularity. Just give Carter's little liverpill to trial and I think you'll agree that Carter's little liverpills can really be the best friend to your sunny dispos. All right. Do you still think voodoo is all nonsense? You're not so sure now. But you still want me to go on with that source. Very well. Just a moment. Later. Now, Alan Brandon and John Coates are still sitting in the subterranean group of transfigures. Of course, Muriel. But we left her up in the house again. Fancy. But it is. She's in some kind of a tie. Blast that. Which doctor? I'm going to think now that he's saying what would happen to her. Look. Look. They're all kneeling, bowing to her. With the power we've given you, let us by night and by day, through the coarse seasons, as the green things grow. Watch over us, O ye that and bless us. Look, she's raising her hands. She's blessing them. And now the image. The goat without horns. Take it in your hand. Neither breathe your spirit into it. Love it. That image. She's picking it up, putting it to her lips. Mar you, black have allowed cheats on you. You idiot. What have you done? What I should have done before. And killed him. Probably killed that only him at Duriel, too. Look. Yeah, she just faded. Let's get her out of here, back to the house. How? Quick. Inside here. Put her on the couch. She. She's still unconscious. Her pulse was pretty weak. Yeah. Pierre. From Brandy. Hurry. Yes, you do. Why did they let us go like that? Not even try and stop us? All of them just sitting there staring. I don't know, but I'd have been happier. Hey, what happened to madam? That blasted witch doctor, Timarone. Some kind of a ceremony with a ghost. The blessing of the goat without horn. He must have hypnotized her or something like that. But he won't try any more of his voodoo tricks on her or anybody else. I killed him. Killed him, Killed him. Yeah, yeah. Harder. Had brand. Why not give her some of this brandy? Brandy? I am afraid that will not help. You see, you do not give Brandy to someone. You escape. Dad, what are you talking about? Her heart is still beating. Yes, but she is not really alive. You see, her soul left her body when Kimaron called to her. When you killed him, it could not find its way back. It is out there. Somebody now, wandering around, lost in the. Why, John? Haven't you done enough harm already? Well, I. We've got to get a doctor for her right away. Yes, monsieur. For if her soul does not find its way back soon, it will never come back. But there is no white doctor that can help her. Will you shut up? Where's the nearest one, Allen? Dr. Crostian, about nine miles up the road. I'll show you the way. All right. Well, come on. You stay here and watch up here. And if anything happens to her. Yes, monsieur. I will see. Are you coming, John? Hurry up. Yes, all right. This hole is gone. Wandering around somewhere in the night. She's fainted, that's all. Maybe it's a fever and she's out of her head. Well, which way? Shortest way is that way there. You mean through the jungle? When it's dark, we won't be able to see you. Listen, Colt. You may not know it, you may not care, but Muriel's wife is in danger. Not sure a doctor can help her, but I'm going to get one if I have to crawl on my hands and knees. Alan. Alan, wait. How much further? How are we going to have to go? I don't know. Can't be much further. Yeah, that's what you've been saying for the last hour. We're lost. That's what we are. Lost somewhere here in the jungle. And policeman. Yeah, and I don't care what you do, but I've had enough of this. I'm going that way. Oh, no. No, wait. Come here. Don't you realize it? Alan. Alan, look. Hutch. A fire. Fire. We're out of the jungle. Hey, it's a village. Oil code. Not a village, Stephen. The native quarter of the plantation, huh? What do you mean? I mean we've been walking in a circle, and we're back where we started. Why? Why? Is it possible? No, mon, it is not impossible. It is true. Pierre. What are you doing here? I knew this is where you would end up, so I came down here to wait for you. It's a trick. That's what it is. You did this, Latoya? No, monsieur, it was not for it. Was he in my room? But he's dead. Yes, he's dead. But Come over here. Imaran buying and protecting. Yes. You see? And there in his right hand, an egg. It is the first catch conjured. Monsieur Cook, your life is in that egg. And as long as he holds it, you can never leave here. Never leave? I. But I. I've got to. I. I can't stand anymore. I. Ever since I shot him. Those drums. And the jungle surrounding us, waiting. Now, listen, Pierre. I don't care what it costs. I don't even care about Muriel. But I gotta get away from here. Oh, but that is very easy, monsieur. Because, Egg, if you Will take the egg from Timarone's fingers. Smash it. You will be able to go take it. But that means that I. That I'd have to touch him and I. Well, all right. I'll do it. He's holding it so tightly. Almost as if. There. Ah, here it is. Drop it. Break it. There. Now can I go in just a moment. But you said the right, monsieur. But I would not advise you to move at just this moment. Turn around. Only for a snake. A bushmaster deadly snake. There is not just a bushmax. It is damballa. Look well at its place, O Dambala. Look well so you will know it again. That's for your Dambella. I've had enough of it. Now. I'm getting out of here, and I'm taking Muriel with me. Start Walker. Both of you, back to the house. All right, now you stop right there. Now, you listen. I'm gonna get the car. Back it up here. You're going into the house and you're going to bring Muriel out here. She shouldn't be moved now, so you do as I say. Perhaps we had. All right. Yeah. Just a second. Yes, Misty. And that's what you. This is a friend. Isn't there anything that can be done? Any way she can be saved? You see, I. I love her. I know, missy. But you know what is written? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A license for a lie. You mean to say Myron. But she didn't have anything to do with that. No, monsieur. That is why I think she will record it now that what has to be done has been done. Are you all right? Yes, Helen. I just feel terribly tired and weak. Is it what happened? You don't remember? The last thing I remember was John going down to the Naked Quarter and you going after him. Where is John? He's outside getting the car. She'd never have brought you down here with him. He's going to take you away. Away? After all, he is your husband. I don't care. I hate him. I hate him. Madame was not alone in taking me. And, well, I do not think she would worry about him anymore. What do you mean? Somehow I have the feeling that this is Charles. Hey there, muleman. We'll go. Come on. Here. There's his carpet. Where is he? There he is. Yes, monsieur. John. John, what happened? What is. Ah. Good Lord. He's dead. Yes, monsieur. What? But what killed him? Look. There, you see? Crawling back into the jungle. A bushman. The same one. That can't be the same one. He Shot it. Perhaps it is the mate of the world. Shut. Wait. There's only one way the snake could have been but within the car. How could it get. Yeah. You. You did. I no mistake. The egg in Kimaro's hand. The egg with his life in it. Have you forgotten that he broke that himself? How do you believe in voodoo? You don't. Oh, now come here. Come here a little closer. I'll whisper something in your ear. Neither do I. Let me whisper this in your ear. Folks. There are just 15 shopping days until Christmas. Full of rush, hurry and crowd about. All you can do is face things armed with a good disposition. So don't let irregularity get you down. Get out to that Logate Clark irritable feeling with Carters in the Liverpool. Let them wake up the flow of one of your most important digestive uses and help turn those 15 shopping days into 15 shopping days full of the glorious glad to be alive feeling that goes with regularity. Remember the name Carter's Little Liverpool. Yes, and remember this too. Christmas comes but once a year, but year round, Coffee's Little Liverpool can be the best friend to your sunny disposition. Well, this is Raymond, your host again, getting ready to close that freaking door to the Inner Sanctum until the same time next week. Don't forget, there's safety in numbers, so be sure to have all your friends listen with you. Remember, all names of characters used on the Inner sanctumistry broadcast are entirely fictitious. Now, if you should happen to get into an argument with anyone about whether the dead come back from the grave about goats without horns, black magic and conjuring whatnot. Remember the old things, Voodoo unto others and you would have them voodoo unto you. Have you read this month's Inner Sanctum mystery novel, Trial by Fury by Craig Rice, on sale at your favorite bookstore tonight. Sweet dreams, listeners. Be on guard. Don't let it sneak up on you like a thief in the night. What is it? Listen to this report from the Harris home. As Mrs. Harris says to her maid, hannah, I'll never give another party. I'm going straight to bed. Oh, before dinner, ma' am. I'm exhausted. All those chatty, noisy women depress me so. I wouldn't be too quick to blame the guests, ma' am. You've been kind of edgy and cross all week. Not like yourself at pal. You're right, Hannah. I'm sorry. Oh, I know how it. And when I get to feeling that way, I know it's time to try Carter's little liver pills. Right. And when you don't feel good. Try Carter's little liver pills. They do the work of calomel but have no calomel in them. Well, they are simple pills made of vegetable drugs. They wake up the flow of one of our most vital digestive juices. When this vital juice goes at the rate of two pints a day, it helps to digest our food and bring back the glorious filling that goes with regular. Then most folks feel like happy days are here again. But be sure you get the genuine Liverpool 25 cents at old UG score. 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