
Unsolved Mysteries - Chinaman's Cell - Aired 1936
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Narrator
Unsolved mysteries. Out of deference to people who may still be living, character names in some of these true unsolved mysteries have been changed. Make mad the guilty and appalled the free, confound the ignorant and amaze indeed the very faculties of eyes and ears. This quotation from Shakespeare's Hamlet could well have been written about tonight's unsolved mystery. The mystery of the Chinaman's cell.
Jim Ferguson
It.
Betty
Sam.
Narrator
The scene is a wide flung plantation bungalow high up on the slopes of Mauna Kea in Hawaii. Far below the rolling slopes, the blue Pacific sparkles through the green of the palm trees above the volcano tints the cloudless sky in the reflected red from the crater, Hale Maumau Pele's house of everlasting fire. On the lanai of the bungalow facing the tennis courts, the guests are sitting watching the play. Their host, Jim Ferguson, turns to face them as their laughter dies down.
Jim Ferguson
Now, you fellows don't believe in haunted houses?
Narrator
Well, I don't, Jim. I believe that there's an explanation for everything.
Betty
Well, isn't a ghost an explanation for a haunted house?
Sheriff
So you have a champion, Jim.
Jim Ferguson
Are you really serious, Betty?
Betty
Yes, I'm serious. You see, both Jim and I have reason to believe in ghosts and haunted houses, haven't we, Jim?
Jim Ferguson
Not only reason to believe in them, but reason to thank them. Or him. Or it, depending upon how one feels inclined to refer to a ghost.
Betty
Well, why have we never heard of this before, Betty? Been keeping secrets from your school day chums, have you? Well, I never mention it in company because I don't like to remind Jim of it.
Jim Ferguson
And I avoid the subject because I don't like to have Betty thinking too much about it. You see, some of our Japanese help and the huff do for them to realize that their boss is a believer in the same sort of thing. Stupid reasoning, isn't it? But it seems to work that way. Now, don't go into a lengthy talk
Sheriff
on keeping up appearances just to sidetrack
Jim Ferguson
our inquiries about this haunted house. Oh, but it isn't a haunted house.
Betty
Well, what is it then?
Jim Ferguson
I suppose I'd better tell them.
Betty
You might as well, since you've managed to get yourself in as deeply as you have.
Jim Ferguson
Well, when I first came out to the islands, things were a good bit different. No electric lights in the plantation houses, no automobiles. Everyone rode horseback and going visiting was an adventure. I was auditor at one of the bigger plantations and Betty was teaching school.
Sheriff
We.
Jim Ferguson
Well, we were rather fond of one another. Even at that early stage in the proceedings. One Monday morning I arrived down at the mill to find an excited group. Japanese, Portuguese, Hawaiians, everybody standing.
Unknown Bystander
What's up?
Narrator
What's the matter?
Jim Ferguson
What Pilikia tell me.
Unknown Bystander
Plenty trouble.
Narrator
Got someone breaking the store and stealing money.
Jim Ferguson
The dickens you say.
Sheriff
Hey, wait a minute there. Who are you? Where are you going?
Jim Ferguson
I'm the auditor. Oh, hello there.
Sheriff
Mr. Watkins, the manager. Mr. Watkins here tells me that you're the only man who has access to the safe.
Jim Ferguson
But I'm not. Mr. Watkins has access to the safe. How dare you. What do you mean by implying that
Narrator
I stole the money?
Jim Ferguson
Didn't you imply that I stole it when you told the sheriff that I was the only one who had access to the safe? You've got keys to the safe too.
Narrator
But my keys are in the safe.
Sheriff
I think you better come along with me, Mr. Jim Ferguson. All right, come along.
Narrator
See you later, Mr. Watkins. Off to jail marches Jim Ferguson. A preliminary hearing decides that he must stand trial. Time drags by on leaden feet and times passing is made less bearable by the knowledge that everyone on the plantation believes Jim Ferguson guilty. Everyone, that is, but Betty. And one night, quite late, Jim hears the clanging of the outer gate and hollow ring of footsteps approaching down the long stone flagged corridor leading to his cell.
Betty
Why, Betty, not so loud, dear. The Sheriff wants to talk to you.
Jim Ferguson
Oh, yes, Sheriff.
Sheriff
Young fellow, I don't know whether or not you're guilty.
Betty
No, he's not. I know he's not.
Jim Ferguson
Well, thanks, Betty.
Sheriff
Well, it's as I say, I don't know. But I have my doubts. I want you to do something for me.
Jim Ferguson
I'll do anything. Anything at all.
Sheriff
All right. I want you to change cells. I want to put you in the old cell block. It's damp and uncomfortable, but it'll only be for one night.
Jim Ferguson
But what's the idea?
Betty
Please do as the sheriff asks, Jim.
Jim Ferguson
All right.
Sheriff
And one other thing. I don't want you to open your mouth tonight. Don't say a word.
Jim Ferguson
I'm not likely to. There isn't anyone to talk to.
Sheriff
But I'm having some guests visiting the prison in a few moments. Friends of yours? And that's why I'm warning you, no matter what happens, don't you say one word.
Narrator
I won't.
Sheriff
Come on then. We gotta hurry. In here.
Jim Ferguson
Well, it is cold and damp here.
Betty
Well, goodbye for now, Jim.
Narrator
Goodbye, dear.
Sheriff
Come on, Miss Betty. They'll be here any moment.
Narrator
Puzzled as to what the Sheriff has in mind, Jim Ferguson stands in his cell, gripping the Bars and staring out into the moon. Flooded jail yard. Beyond the high jail wall, a group of Hawaiians strum their ukuleles while the sheriff and Betty stand on the jail steps, awaiting the arrival of their guests. Well, there we are, Sheriff.
Sheriff
Come right into the jail. There's got to be a first time for everything, you know. How many prisoners, Sheriff? Eleven.
Betty
Is that all?
Sheriff
We don't have much crime here. We only built this new block because the old one is uncomfortable, not because we needed more room. How old is the old block? About 70 years. It's built of blocks of lava. Now, here's where we go through the lock. All clear.
Betty
Oh. All the doors open at one time now.
Sheriff
Now step inside.
Narrator
I thought you were coming with me.
Jim Ferguson
With us, Betty.
Betty
The sheriff asked me. I hated to refuse.
Jim Ferguson
You go back with me.
Betty
Let's wait and see.
Sheriff
You see? It's really quite a comfortable jail. Jails go. Now we go through this way to the old cell block.
Jim Ferguson
Anyone in there now?
Sheriff
Yep. Jim Ferguson.
Betty
Oh, let's go in and see him.
Sheriff
There he is. In that cell next to the Chinaman's cell. Chinaman's cell? Yep. It's haunted.
Narrator
Whoever heard of a cell being haunted?
Sheriff
This one is.
Betty
What fun. A haunted cell.
Narrator
What rubbish. I'm surprised at you, Sheriff, believing in that stuff.
Sheriff
Perhaps no one yet's been able to stay a night in it.
Jim Ferguson
Imagination. Pure imagination.
Betty
Dare you to go in.
Jim Ferguson
Who, me?
Betty
Yes, dare you to. I'll let you take me to the dance Saturday if you do.
Narrator
That's a bargain.
Jim Ferguson
All right, Sheriff, open her up.
Narrator
I'm not afraid of your ghost.
Sheriff
I'm warning you.
Jim Ferguson
Rot.
Sheriff
Open.
Narrator
Watkins steps into the Chinaman's cell. The guests turn and leave. The moon sinks until only a slender beam of ghostly light shines over the empty jail yard. In a moment, that, too is gone. Blackness, walls, cell, bars, passageway, all merge into one black, yawning void. What was that? Watkins starts and peers into the darkness.
Jim Ferguson
A light.
Narrator
A bluish, phosphorescent light moving slowly across the front of the cell. A lantern. Yes, a lantern. Carried by a yellowed, wrinkled hand. But there's nothing else. No arm, no body. Only a hand. A hand that lays the lantern down. Twisted, gnarled, crooked fingers. Yellow fingers, ghostly fingers reaching out.
Sheriff
Out.
Jim Ferguson
Let me out.
Narrator
Let me out. They've gone. Left me alone.
Unknown Bystander
Help. Let me out.
Narrator
It's coming closer. Twisting, groping.
Unknown Bystander
Let me out. Let me out. I'll confess. I did it. I took the money. I'll admit anything. Only let me out. Let me out. Let me out.
Narrator
In just a moment you will hear a solution to the mystery of the Chinaman's cell. Sam. Sa. Ladies and gentlemen. Inasmuch as any solution must of necessity be supposition, liberties of time, place and character exist in the solution for which you have been waiting. We returned to the lanai before Jim Ferguson's house where the guest await an explanation that certainly wasn't experience.
Betty
You see, the sheriff didn't really believe Jim guilty. Not after I told him that Watkins had been paying attention to me.
Jim Ferguson
Betty was certain that Watkins took the money to get me sent to jail and out of the way.
Betty
But the Chinaman's cell? I don't understand it.
Jim Ferguson
The sheriff told us that a Chinaman guilty of murder and waiting execution hanged himself in that cell. What of it? Well, anytime the sheriff wanted to get a confession, he placed his suspect in that cell and before long they were shrieking to get out.
Betty
Oh, so yours wasn't the only experience.
Jim Ferguson
By no means. All in all, the sheriff has obtained over 70 confessions that way. Even if the person put into the cell doesn't know about the Chinaman suicide, it makes no difference. Apparently.
Betty
But there must be a logical explanation.
Jim Ferguson
Let me read you extracts from the papers of the Society for psychical research. Volume 15, page 64. While inquirers believe that the appearances are due to the agency of spirits of the dead, they usually suppose the method to be a telepathic impact on the mind of the living by some automatic projection from a consciousness which has its center elsewhere. I end the quotation. But here's an interesting remark in the Encyclopedia Britannica. The cases abundantly offered in the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research suggest that certain localities more than others are centers of permanent possibilities of being hallucinated in a manner more or less uniform. So by Jove, even science admits the so called ghost. Yes, and even if science didn't, I do. I saw it working on Watkins and that's all the proof I need.
Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode: Unsolved Mysteries - Chinaman's Cell
Date: August 4, 2026
Theme:
This episode revisits a suspenseful tale from the golden age of radio, focusing on the supernatural and psychological mystery of "The Chinaman’s Cell" set in old Hawaii. The story explores themes of belief in ghosts, the power of suggestion, and the psychological methods once used in crime investigations.
This dramatized mystery is characteristic of old-time radio, combining suspense, character interplay, and social commentary in an engaging, atmospheric way. It remains both a supernatural ghost story and a subtle exploration of human psychology.