
Loading summary
A
Dreaming of blissful summer days and creamy popsicles. Capture sun drenched memories with the Orange Vanilla Dream Hydration multiplier from Liquid IV. Just one stick and 16 ounces of water can help hydrate you better than water alone. Live your summer dream with Liquid IV. Tare pour live more. Go to LiquidIV.com and get 20% off your first order with code INDULGE20 at checkout.
B
Ladies and gentlemen, we present for your entertainment the Penthouse murder mystery. The curtain will swing back from a gigantic stage bound only by the limits of your own imagination. Turn out the lights in your living rooms out there, and as you hear the voices of this wonderful cast of Hollywood talking picture stars come from the atmosphere. Jimmy Reagan will unfold for you a drama of the underworld that will carry you up and away into another existence in which the other half of humanity lives and breathes. Slowly, majestically, the curtain swings back and we are on the roof of a skyscraper, looking out over the millions of twinkling lights in the city below. High above the dust and roar of its streetcars, elevated railways and honking auto traffic. Yes, we are standing on the roof of a modern skyscraper, but it does not seem like a roof. Why, there stands a beautiful home surrounded by a beautiful lawn smooth as velvet, with shrubbery growing. Even small trees are planted here. Awesome millionaire has secluded himself among the clouds on the roof of this modern tribute to a combination of engineering skill and money. Much money. Aha. Lights in the house and the shadows of many people thrown against the blinds as they move about the rooms. Inside, the strains of music filter through to us as we stand here on the launch. Ah. Someone throws open the French window. A beautifully gowned woman gazes into the night for a moment. And is gone. Good. Now we can see the entire interior of the room. It is the dining room. Everyone is taking their places at the long table. What a jolly, happy gathering it is, and what a gloriously beautiful picture. The brilliantly colored evening gowns of the young ladies contrasting against the somber black and white are the evening clothes of the men. Let us draw closer and perhaps we can overhear what that jolly group of young folks standing just inside the window. I'm saying.
C
Oh, what was that explosion? Was that a gun?
B
Oh, no, Phyllis. Just one of your beastly American autos backfiring down in the street.
C
Oh, dear.
B
Oh, come, don't be nervous, dear. But, Phyllis, tell me, why have you done this thing? I'm quite stumped, you know.
C
Oh, now, Darrell, let's not talk about it, huh?
B
But, Phyllis, right out of a blue sky, you call it here. And announce your engagement to the bloomin chap. Rollins. Eubank. Why, I thought that that was all settled about you and me.
C
No, no, no, Gerald. Now don't bring that up again, please. I love Rollins. I don't know. He's so different from the rest of you somehow.
B
Different? Yes, yes, quite so. Quite so. I should say he is different.
C
He is.
B
Well, you know, he's nothing but an electrical engineer. Oh. Or a tradesman, so to speak. And this job that he has just completed for your father is his first contract.
C
I know that.
B
He isn't even established in the commercial world, you know, to say nothing of his family background. And you one of the New England Morley.
C
Stop it, Gerald. Stop it. What do I care if half the crew and the Mayflower of my ancestors. That has nothing to do with my loving Roland Eubank.
B
Well then, Phyllis, perhaps this little statement will have something to do with your loving him.
C
What do you mean?
B
Are you aware that his father was the gangster who was taken to the country by his own companions five years ago and his bloomin carcass left to rot in the ditch alongside the Pelhammay Drive? Yes, it's a very nasty story. But it will make a much nastier story when the reporters of the tabloid newspapers get will read something like this. Ms. Phyllis Morley, popular young debutante of Boston society, marries the son of New York's late king of the underworld, Al Eubanks, more notoriously known to the newspapers and to the public as the Fox.
C
Oh, you're just a fool. And you're a stupid prig, Gerald Norton. I can't pay any attention to what you say. I don't care. Listen. That sound as if they stopped in the street below.
B
Oh, I see. Perhaps that was a pistol shot you heard.
C
Oh, dear.
B
Probably the Charlie police are down in the street now gathering up the blooming remains of another gangster. But on the spot, so to speak.
C
Stop it, Jo. Stop it, I tell you. I tell you. I shan't listen to you insulting, tricky babbling any longer. Now you just get out of here. You go home. You've already ruined my evening.
B
Oh, but Philip, I couldn't help it. I can't help it, dear. I love you.
C
Oh, love.
B
Maybe I did the name of the law. Open the door.
C
Oh, that's the police.
B
Open the door. Come on, open that door. All right, boys. All right, inventors. All right. Jelly, you stand over by the French windows. Don't you let anybody out of here. Do you understand? Okay, Murphy, you stand by the door. All right. Good. Now, some of you speak up and tell me where the murdered man is. Where's the body?
C
What do you mean, where's the body?
B
What body? What are you talking about? Officer, what do you mean by bursting in here? This is a private reception. You can't burst in here like this. You can. Can I? Well, I did. And you lay off that funny business. Me find bucko. Who the devil are you anyway? What's your name? My name is Rollins Eubank. This young lady is my fiance. Miss Phyllis Morley.
C
Yes.
B
This group of young folks you see here in the room are guests at a little reception to announce that Miss Morley has consented to be my wife. Now get out. Just a moment, young man. Just a moment. Who phoned with the cops? That's what I'd like to know. Somebody phoned that there'd been a murder committed here.
C
Murder? The idea.
B
Sure, I guess I ought to know. I took the call myself. And whoever it was said over the phone that it was Richard Morley that had been murdered.
C
Richard Morley? Murdered?
B
That's right, miss.
C
Why, that's my father. Oh, dear. My father's here at the reception with us.
B
Father, you come and talk to the sergeant. But he's here by, madam. Miss, what's happened?
C
Why, where is my father? Why, he was here just a moment ago. He was here in this very room. Where can you go on?
B
Let whoever phone said that the buddy would be found in the study, mate. Quick, open that door, somebody. Now, wait, wait, wait. All right, stand back. Don't get excited. None of you try to leave this room. Do you hear me? Don't jab around that door. Do you hear what I say to you? Murphy, come here, quick. Get in there with a girl. Jerry and I will take care of the crowd out here. Well, who the devil turned out those lights? What the devil kind of a game is this? Turn on the lights, I tell you. Stand by. Stand still, every one of you. If you don't, I'll shoot. Quiet, I tell you. Shh. Murphy, Jerry, find that switch. Turn on the lights. Who the devil did that? That's better. Now that I can see you, stand just where you are and don't move. Not a single one of you, do you hear? Now, who was close to the switch when the lights went out, Jerry? No one, sir. I was standing by it myself, sir, and I didn't turn them out. Nor I didn't turn them on again either, sir. Watch that. You mean to say they went out and went on by themselves? Yes, sir. They must have, sir. Or else they are controlled by some other switch besides this one, sir. All right, all right. We'll see about that later. Now, go in and send the girl out here. And you stay in the study with the body. Mercy. Yes, sir. Okay, Sergeant. Miss Morley, the sergeant wants you in the other room. Just a moment, please. Miss Morley. Miss Morley. Miss Morley. The girl is gone, sir. She's not in my. Sir, what's that? The girl is gone? Yes, sir. And Mr. Morley's body is gone, too, sir. The devil. The body is gone. What's that you said, officer? Miss Marley is gone. She's not in there. She disappeared. Let loose of me. Out of my way. Hey. Hey, young man, hold on there. Hold on. Quiet. Stand back, I tell you. This is the affair for the police. Now, the laws in charge here. Who's fooling with those lights? Hey, back with you. Back, I say. Back, all of you. Stand by the wall and don't let anyone near the switchback. What's that noise there? Quick, Jerry, in the study. Shoot again. Someone has shut. Someone has shut the door, sir. It's locked, sir. I can't get busted down, I tell you. I can't get a shut shoot off the lock. All right, I didn't get it yet, Sergeant. Stand back and give me a chance at it. Attaboy, Sergeant. Now, we got a razumappi before going in there. Reload you can. Friends of radio lamps, we are sorry, but our few minutes on the air with you tonight is almost finished. The time has passed, as time has a habit of doing. But if you will return with us at the broadcasting of episode two, perhaps we may learn where that maniacal laughter came from and what it meant. But before we leave you, I'd like to have you hear a few words from an old friend of yours who needs no introduction to any motion picture fan. One of the famous Three Inch Brothers. The eldest brother, in fact. Wait a minute, Jimmy. All right, John. All right. You speak for yourself. Thank you, Jimmy, for the opportunity to talk about myself. But I'd rather talk about our lovely little leading lady whose voice has charmed millions for years on the Collier Hour and other national broadcasting programs, and whom you've seen on the screen and on Broadway in White Cargo, this thing Called Love, and many other New York successes. Miss Isabel Dawn. We all love Miss Isabella.
C
Oh, that's awfully sweet of you, Mr. Innes, to say that about me, but, well, speaking of love. Well, I'd like for them all to meet my, my big moment. I mean, that's just My heir, love. My fiance. Oh, but he's only my microphone fiance. You see, he's really so charming. He's a young man who is one of Hollywood's best looking picture stars. And believe me, that's the truth. His last name is internationally known and his first name, well, he certainly rushed me into this.
B
Say, Isabel, I thought you were a lady in distress instead of a comedienne. Ladies and gentlemen, I am Rush Hughes Rollins Eubank to you. And I'm going to return Good for Evil and have you meet my rival up here in the penthouse, Hal Raitus. Gerald Norton in the play. You will soon see and hear Hal in your own theater in new talking picture successes. Thank you, Rush. You're a very gracious rival. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to introduce our director, Jimmy Reagan. The man who is responsible for all the dirty work at the crossroads. The man whose pen thrills you and kills you and leaves you up in the air. We're all up in the air here in the penthouse and it's Jimmy Reagan's fault. We've all worked for many directors, but never, I believe, for one that we liked and admired quite as much as our own. Jimmy. Hey, Jimmy, come on over here and step out of that green light and meet you public. Thanks, El Friends, I hope you like the cast and the production so well that you will write or telephone the radio station. Because after all, that is the only kind of applause they get. And that we get. And an artist's spirits rise and fall with the volume of the applause. And so until episode two, we bid you.
C
Oh, good night. Oh, there it is again.
A
Starting a business can be overwhelming. You're juggling multiple roles, designer, marketer, logistics manager, all while bringing your vision to life. But for millions of businesses, Shopify is the ultimate partner. Shopify is the commerce platform behind millions of businesses around the world and 10% of all e commerce in the US from household names like Mattel and Gymshark to brands just getting started. Build a stunning online store with Shopify's ready to use templates, boost content with AI powered product descriptions, page headlines and enhance photography. Marketing is easy with built in tools for email and social media campaigns. Plus, Shopify simplifies everything from inventory to shipping and returns. If you're ready to sell, you're ready for Shopify. Turn your big business idea into. With Shopify on your side, sign up for your $1 per month trial today at shopify.com try go to shopify.com try shopify.com try.
Episode: The Penthouse Murder Mystery #01
Date: August 26, 2025
Host: Harolds Old Time Radio
This episode launches a new serialized radio drama, The Penthouse Murder Mystery, a classic tale set in the glittering, mysterious world of a high-society skyscraper penthouse. The story unfolds with a glamorous gathering turned deadly, introducing listeners to tangled relationships, social intrigue, and the sudden shock of murder—delivered with the drama and panache of the Golden Age of Radio.
Explore the thin veneer separating privilege from peril as an exclusive penthouse party among New England high society is shattered by murder, shocking revelations, and bewildering disappearances. The episode blends suspense, romance, and sharp social commentary, capturing both the allure and the darkness lurking in the era’s upper crust.
[00:37–02:57]
[02:58–04:53]
[05:06–07:01]
[07:01–10:18]
[10:18–10:51]
[10:51–12:49]
On Suspenseful Storytelling:
“The curtain will swing back from a gigantic stage bound only by the limits of your own imagination.” — Narrator [00:37]
On Social Status and Scandal:
“Are you aware that his father was the gangster who… left to rot in the ditch alongside the Pelhammay Drive?... the Fox.” — Gerald Norton [04:15]
On Fear and Confusion:
“What do you mean, where’s the body?” — Party Guest [05:53]
“The girl is gone, sir. She’s not in there. She disappeared… And Mr. Morley’s body is gone, too, sir.” — Officer [08:17]
Cliffhanger:
“...perhaps we may learn where that maniacal laughter came from and what it meant…” — Narrator [10:18]
Actor Banter:
“Oh, that’s awfully sweet of you, Mr. Innes, to say that about me, but, well, speaking of love… He’s only my microphone fiancé…” — Isabel Dawn [10:51]
The episode is characterized by melodramatic dialogue, clipped British-American exchanges, and an ever-present sense of theatrical suspense. The language is lushly descriptive and sometimes formal—evoking both the period’s social mores and the glamour of old radio theater.
The Penthouse Murder Mystery #01 masterfully reintroduces Golden Age radio suspense, blending glamour and danger within a high-society enclave. With unresolved tensions, a vanished corpse, and a vanished guest, the first episode ends tantalizingly, promising intrigue and high drama in episodes to come.