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The hushed voice, the prowling step in the dead of night, the crime that is almost committed, the stir of nerves at the ticking of the clock. The rescue that might be too late, or the murderer who might get away. Mystery and intrigue and dangerous adventure. We invite you to enjoy stories that keep you in suspense. Hello and welcome to Stars on Suspense with another Hollywood legend in radio's outstanding theater of thrills. This week, our leading man is Herbert Marshall. Making his final appearance on the podcast, Marshall was practically part of the furniture on suspense, with 20 appearances on the program between 1944 and 1959. Plus, he starred in the 1940 audition show that helped get suspense on the air in the first place. With his rich British accent and sharp delivery, Marshall was a terrific radio actor who could play anything suspense threw at him. From adaptations of classic stories like Frankenstein and the Mystery of Edwin Drood to historical dramas to just plain old classic murder mysteries. When Herbert Marshalls at the microphone on Suspense, you know you're in good hands. And today we bid a fond farewell to him with this, the ninth episode dedicated to his performances with two more of his suspense shows. First up, is the Dead Alive, adapted from the novella by Wilkie Collins and originally aired on CBS on March 9, 1953. Collins work of fiction was inspired by the real life story of brothers Jesse and Stephen Bourne, who were convicted of murder in 1812 and then later exonerated in America's first instance of wrongful conviction. Marshall stars here as an Englishman who travels across the pond to visit some family and to get some much needed rest. No sooner has he arrived than he falls in love with a beautiful young woman and discovers a feud between his family and a local ne'er do well when that man suddenly disappears, suspicion falls on Marshall's cousins. Collins story was adapted for radio by Sam Rolfe, who would go on to create a pair of classic TV shows, have Gun, Will Travel and the man from U.N.C.L.E. supporting Marshall and the cast are Mary Jane Croft, Joseph Kearns, Jeannette Nolan and Lamont Johnson. Then we'll hear Herbert Marshall in one of my favorite suspense stories. The Long Shot, originally aired on CBS on February 9, 1958. We'll hear an Armed Forces Radio Service rebroadcast of that show. Marshall plays a man who answers an ad seeking a driving companion for a cross country trip. The man who posted the ad specifically wants an Englishman for company on his trip. But Marshall soon discovers he may be able to make more money than the compensation offered. He'll just have to commit one little murder in order to collect. It's a great story, one that was previously presented on suspense in 1946 with George Caloris and later as a TV episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents with Peter Lawford, and has a classic suspense twist ending. And to close out our goodbye to Herbert Marshall, we'll hear him as globetrotting secret agent Ken Thurston, AKA the Man Called X. In two episodes of Marshall's radio adventure series. He stars as the debonair super spy in shows that originally aired on NBC on January 13th and February 17th, 1951. It's the final curtain call for Herbert Marshall on suspense. And it'll get underway right after these messages. Let's turn back the clock about 24 hours and drop in on Mr. And Mrs. Johnson. They're just returning from a football game. Well, here we are. Home at last. And boy, am I hungry. So am I. Let's start thinking about some food. Big juicy hamburgers maybe. Say, that's for me. With plenty of catsup. Uh huh. 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To keep you in suspense, Auto Lights and and its 98,000 dealers bring you Mr. Herbert Marshall in tonight's presentation of suspense. Tonight Autolight presents a story based on fact and written by a master of suspense. An adaptation of the 19th century Bourne murder case called the Dead Alive. The author, Wilkie Collins. Our star, Mr. Herbert Marshall. Hey, Wilcox. How you hitting them, kiddo? Hello, Stan. How's our bouncing bantam and brainy baseball manager? Feeling like a home run Harlow. Purring along like a set of those auto light spark plugs of yours? Yeah, couldn't understand you better, Stan. Those ignition engineered auto light spark plugs are designed for the smoothest and most economical performance money can buy. Wouldn't use any other, Harlow. They're real major leagues. Thank you, Stan. Friends, if your car isn't giving you the performance it should, why not have your spark plugs checked by your nearest Autolite spark plug dealer? 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The long standing invitation of my mother's distant relative appeared to hold a promise of friendship and hospitality. The very thing for a nerve ridden English barrister. I boarded a railroad car at Boston, which deposited me at Morbeck Station. The countryside, viewed from the station was as flat, as monotonous as any that the earth can show. If to be cured meant, in my case, to be dull, I picked the very place for the purpose. Mr. Philip Le Frank? Yes, of course. You must be cousin Silas. That's right. I didn't mean to startle you. No, I was fascinated by this very interesting countryside of yours. Let's start off on an honest footing. This view is uninspired, Philip, but it's good farmland that's most important. Is this your luggage? No, just these bags here. I'll take the big one. That's all right. You carry the two small bags. Oh, but your. Your hand, that bandage. It must be painful. It's Just a scratch. He couldn't hurt me. The carriage is this way. Our ride to Meadowcroft Farm passed, for the most part in silence. And silence seemed most appropriate as we drove through a grove of stunted, twisted trees. On the road ahead, a short, wiry little man walked towards the house. He glanced over his shoulder, then casually angled to let us pass. But something went wrong with our horse when he swerved towards the man. Watch out. Hey, you nearly killed that man. Next time he'll move out of the way faster. But you led the horse directly at him. No matter. That man was John Jago, my overseer. Not a very nice man, Philip. Not nice at all. Then why do you keep him? Unfortunately, Father left a controlling interest in this estate to my system. And Letty feels that Jago can run things better than I can. That's still no reason you might have killed the man. In which case, I would have given him the sort of burial I'd give my dog. Not my favorite dog, mind you. A gray house, like a huge toad, squatted massively at the end of the road. Three barking hounds chased our carriage up to the front porch. My cousin sent them scampering. As we dismounted, a melancholy middle aged woman without visible attraction of any sort waited for us in the hallway. Cousin Philip, I trust the Lord sent you an easy voyage. A delightful voyage, cousin Letty. It's very good of you to have me thank my father, rest his soul. We shall do our best to honor the invitation he extended to your branch of the family. Silas. Did you pass Mr. Jago on your way up? Yes, I passed him. You might have been good enough to offer him a lift. I did, after a fashion. This way, Philip. I showed you to your room. Supper is at 8, cousin Philip. We start exactly on the hour. Cyrus left me in a clean, almost sterile room. To pass the time, I made a game of searching for some dust. It was depressing not to find any. I paced, I worried, read and generally tried to keep the gloom of the house from sinking into my bones. It was useless. By 8 o'clock I was morosely trying to decide whether to go down to dinner or to repack and leave. My stomach made the decision for me. I walked out of my room and into the loveliest creature I've ever seen. Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, no, my fault. I shouldn't run down hallways. Of course, you're Philip. Of course. But they told me nothing about you. Well, I don't think they're quite sure of how to classify me. I'm Naomi Colebrook. We'd better go downstairs. We'll miss dinner. Are you visiting to Ms. Colebrook? No. I've been here over six months now. I'm a vague sort of relative. Letty and Silas took me in after my parents passed away. That was very good of them. Yes, it was. But I. I am glad to have someone else here now. Is anything wrong? Well, there are tensions in this house. You may feel them. I already have. Something most unpleasant about it all. Oh, please don't let it drive you away. I. I have to talk to somebody, you see. Naomi, where are you? We're coming, Silas. We'll talk later. Dinner started off as a quiet affair. Naomi, Cyrus, Letty and myself were there. Of course. The fifth person was John Jago, the fellow we'd almost run down. He acknowledged the introduction to me, then lapsed into silence. The only time I saw any animation on his face was when he glanced at Naomi. Silas noticed it, too. You find Ms. Naomi's face interesting, Mr. Jago? I. I beg your pardon? Silas, please don't start in again. It's offensive for the help to be staring at you like that. Your imagination is being overworked again, Silas. Dear Letty, you're so fond of Mr. Jago. Isn't there one small pang of jealousy at his interest to Naomi? Silas. I'm sorry, Ms. Letty. When your brother is in one of these moods, it's best that I retire. Good night. Good riddance. There was no need for that, Silas. You're too even tempered. Naomi. Let's put it to our guest here. Philip, what did you think of that surly fellow's behavior? Why, I don't know. As to looking at Ms. Naomi's face, it constantly attracts my own gaze. Does it? Yes. Does that make it necessary for me to leave the table? Let's both go for a walk, Philip. I've had enough of this for one evening. But Naomi. Let her be. Go, Cousin Philip. I wish to talk to my brother alone. The danger signal in my head and those flashes of pain did not slacken until we, Naomi and I, were deep within the grove of trees that surrounded the house. The moon was full, its rays filtering through the dense overhead growth of twisted branches. We walked slowly towards a pale green glow that diffused the gray night ahead of us. What's wrong, Philip? Your face. It's party pain. The doctor warned me to avoid excitement. Silas starts up with everyone and he turns his angle upon poor Mr. Jago. Yes, they had a terrible fight the other day. Mr. Jago had to use a knife to defend himself. He won't bother me. I'm not too sure. He was furious with you at dinner. I refuse to allow anybody to interfere with the pleasure I take from your company. But what's causing that green mist ahead? Oh, that's a natural lion kill. They say it's been burning for centuries. There's a hypnotic quality about this green pit I can't take my eyes from. It terrifies me. I keep imagining what would happen if someone were to fall in there. They shall put a fence about it. That. What? There, by the trees. Someone's watching us. Who's that? I hope I'm not intruding. What do you want, Mr. Jago? I don't wish to disturb you or this gentleman, but I must speak to you, Miss Naomi, in private. This is hardly the manner to approach eavesdropping from behind a tree. Oh, no, sir. I've just been walking through this grove and came upon you. But I must talk to this lady who. Won't it hold until tomorrow? It will be a great kindness on your part. A very great kindness if you'll let me speak before I rest tonight. Very well. We'll go back to the house. Not the house, miss? Why not? There are eyes and ears in the house. And footsteps so soft that no person can hear them. Then we'll speak here, where we can see all about us. Sir, if you don't mind, I don't want to leave you here near me. Oh, I'll be quite all right, Philip. Mr. Jago'll see me back to the house. You know best. Good night. Good night. And thank you. I slept but little that night. I wanted to leave, get away from that wretched house. But the idea of leaving Naomi there all alone was unthinkable. With the dawn, I dressed and went down to the front porch. An angry sight met my eyes. Silas holding his walking stick like a bludgeon and waving at a Jago. While the little overseer crouched before him like a snarling gamecock, the wicked blade of his knife flashing in the light. Stay back, I warn you. You warn me? I told you to stay away from her. She's not my style. Mr. Silas. You impudent beggar. Keep back. I've set my mark on you once. I may do it a second time. I'll crush your sky. Stop that. Here, Silas. Give me that, King. Let me go. I said give it to me, you meddling fool. He's gotten away. Just as well. He handled that knife with some knowledge. You wouldn't have fared well in that fight you think not your cousin Philip. May I have my stick now? You must have it here. Thank you. Now I'd like to walk through the grove. Unless you have some objection, so you insist on following him. We will finish this now, Jago and I. And this is a warning to you, Cousin Philip. Leave Naomi alone. Or you may have some of the same. Neither of them had returned to the house by late afternoon. Naomi stayed in her room all day. Cousin Letty sat in her rocking chair and knitted her eyes, never leaving the front door as she waited. Fearfully, the ugly premonition of violent death hung about the rooms. Finally approaching footsteps and we watched to see who would enter. Silas. Where is Mr. Jago? I believe we've seen the last of that one. Did you? You haven't brought your walking stick? No. Don't fear, Cousin Philip. I have another should you want to take a stroll through the grove. Much later that night, I sat in my room fully dressed, trying to read. The wildest thoughts were skipping, frantic through my mind. Was my cousin Silas a murderer? He had all but admitted it. And yet someone was walking through the hall. A light, almost stealthy footstep. I opened my door as a wide robed ghost like figure descended the stairway. It was Letty, her body rigid, staring blindly before her. It is dangerous to rouse a sleepwalker. So I followed out of the house, through the grove of trees to the mouth of the lime kill. She stood there, trembling in the green light. As she took one further step towards the kill. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders.it's me. It's Philip. Better. Do you understand? Philip. Philip. He's there. Mr. Jago is there. In the kill. How do you know? He called to me. His voice. It came from there. That was a dream, Letty. You walked in your sleep. No dream. He's in there, I tell you. There's nothing we can do. Nobody could climb down into that pit to see over there by the tree. A long pole with a mesh iron net. You'll see. Mr. Jaco is in there. He told me so. And in the black of that night I set about the macabre task of fishing the kill. Within the hour, I had brought up a partially burned walking stick, Jago's knife and a small heap of charred bones. Autolite is bringing you Mr. Herbert Marshall in Wilkie Collins. The Dead Alive. Tonight's presentation in radio's Outstanding Theater of Thrills Suspense. Hey, Harlow, you know I signed a whole new team. Yeah, Stan, who are they? Why a set of those auto light Resistor type spark plugs. Of course. Then you're set for a winning season, Stan. Those Auto Light resistor spark plugs are the greatest advance in spark plugs for automotive use in the past two and a half decades. Is that all? I thought they was the best in 25 years. You're right, Stan. 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And now the four of us sat around the room, our eyes studiously avoiding the grisly pile before us. The light from the oil lamps failed to clear shadows from the dark corners of the parlor. And so be satisfied. And waited for the silence to accuse. I didn't kill him. You have murder on your soul. Mr. Jago told me that too. Oh, in your dream, I suppose. He never cared for you, Letty. Why do you carry on so about him? He was too shy to tell me. And now he never will. For you killed him. That is your stick, Silas. I stumbled near the kill. It fell in. And the knife and the bone. Silas. You killed him, Silas. And make the most of it. I'm going to bed. There's nothing more to be done tonight. We may as well all get some sleep. I don't think I'll ever sleep again. At least try, Naomi. Tomorrow we'll have to call in the magistrate. Aren't you coming, Letty? I'll stay here with Mr. Jago. Larry, please. No. Leave her near me. Come. Oh, Philip. Why did it happen? You probably know best of all. I know nothing. No. What did Jago say to you the other night in the garden? The police will want to know. We've been talking. I don't recall about what. Suddenly he. He seemed to go Mad? Mad in what way? He fell on his knees. He kissed my guard, my hand. He cried that he was in love with me. Poor fellow. I imagine you told him it was impossible. He wanted me to marry him. Of course it was impossible. Silas must have found it out. That could explain the why of this murder. Well, I can't stay here anymore. Nor can I. Tomorrow we'll move into town until the police clear us. And then? What then, Philip? Good old. What's that? Oh, don't leave me. Well, it's too late to catch whoever that was. Someone overheard us. Yes, someone. Here. Get into your room, bolt your door, and don't open it for anyone, you hear? Philip, I'm so afraid. Truthfully, darling, so am I. If ever a house was accursed, this was it. With madness or worse, mocking from every crevice and corner in my room, I locked the door and went to bed. Sleep did not come easily, but it came. I must have just dropped off when some innocence warned me of a presence in the room. Something was gliding quietly towards the bed. I half opened my eyes and caught the dark shadow of movement and the momentary flash of metal. I roll out of bed as a knife slashed into the mattress where I've been lying. My assailant followed me, slashing, hacking at the pillow, the chair that I held before me. I tried to get out of the door. We were still bolted. I slipped the bolt and the shadow rushed, driving me back in terror. I threw a lamp and hit someone suddenly over. The knife Wielder had gone. I fired a lamp, then stood staring at the butcher knife that lay on the floor, my being revolted in fear and anger. I was sick. Sick of this house, of my cousins. Sick of waiting to be struck down in the dark. Get up, Silas. Who's there? Stop pretending that you're asleep, Philip. The devil's the matter with you. Naomi wouldn't have had you under any circumstances. What did you hope to gain by killing me? Killing you? If I wanted to kill you, cousin, I would face up to you like a man, not striking the dark. Who else in this house would do a thing like that? What of Letty? Letty? It couldn't have been a woman. Don't underestimate our New England women, Philip. They're strong as oxen. You better come along with me while I question her. You don't trust me? Exactly. Letty was still in the parlor, staring at the bones of her dead lover, sitting stoically in her chair. Something had changed her, though. There was an ecstatic look about Her. And for the moment, her face was almost pretty. Letty, someone just tried to kill me. I know. How do you know? Mr. Jacob told me you were going to die. She won't grasp the fact that John is dead. Oh, yes, I know he's dead. But now he's closer to me than ever. He comes to see me and talk to me. Did you go upstairs, Letty? To my room. With a knife. Mr. Jago told me I was pretty. I asked him if I was, and he told me. He's dead now, but he's with me all the time. Well, Philip, are you still quite positive it was I nearly. I ran up the stairs, Silas at my heels. A nagging, insane thought kept tugging at my brain. Nettie, Silas and myself. We'd been together in the parlor. Then who was it? What was it? What horror was attacking Naomi in her room. Naomi, open this door. It's me. Naomi. Philip. Naomi, are you all right? Stand back. I'm going to break it open. She's not here. The window's been smashed. There's nobody in the yard. Look over through the grove. The branches swaying. Something's moving through there. That one again. But who? Or what? Silas. Can your dogs track? Of course. They're hunting dogs. Bring them around and put them on the scent. Whatever that thing is, it has Naomi. The dogs picked up the scent and ran, baying into the tree grove. Silas and I, lanterns spraying yellow light through the darkness, followed. Somewhere ahead, there was something, man or monster without a mind. Suddenly, at the limekil, the dogs stopped howling. We saw Naomi lying by the edge of the pit. I knelt beside her, feeling the life beat feebly through her pulse. And then another, feeling the air parting behind me as something crept towards my back. Something poised to push me into the kill. I turned sharply and a shadow flowed backwards, crossing to the opposite side of the pit. The green glow stippled around the form of a man. John Jago. A liar. Yes, very much so. Though it would have been nice to have Mr. Silas hanged for my murder. Your plans for me were very much more direct. I would kill for Ms. Naomi, not just talk like Mr. Silas. Do you think she'd ever look to you someday, Mr. Silas, with you and your cousin dead? Oh, my, yes. And I would return. Feigning loss of memory. Can't work out now, John. You best come along with us. Take me, sirs. Come over here. I'll be glad to wait. Silas. He's too close to the pit. A slip and we'd all be in try. Please. I'm a match for you both. Mr. Jago. I hear you. I'm coming, Mr. Jago. Stay back, Lily. I have no use for you anymore. You said I was pretty, Mr. Jago. You said that to me. Letty. Don't go near him. Keep away, you stupid, ugly woman. No. You didn't say things like that. In the lime. Kill. In the kill. Letty. Keep back. Keep back. Mr. J. Letty. Letty. They're both gone. Poor devils. It was the next day in the carriage riding back to town. Naomi beside me. The sight of her lovely face driving away ugly thoughts of the night before. Is it all behind us now, Philip? All that hatred? It's finished, my darling. There's just you and I and our future together. A peaceful future. We'll have to watch your nerves. Nerves? Oh, my Lord. In the excitement, I forgot all about it. But the excitement might have killed you. Killed? It cured me. That doctor was wrong. My life was too dull then. Excitement is what you need. Yes. I've been thinking about our honeymoon. There's a wonderful old castle on the Rhine. They say it's haunted. Suspense presented by Autolight Tonight star Mr. Herbert Marshall. This is Harlow Wilcox again speaking for Autolight. World's largest independent manufacturer of automotive electrical equipment. Autolight is proud to serve the greatest names in the industry. That's why during these early months of 1953, the autolite family is again saluting the leading manufacturers who install Autolight products as original equipment. As a climax to this salute series, Autolite will present on both radio and television the Easter Parade of Stars Auto show. From New York's Waldorf Astoria Hotel, just four weeks from tonight, we will bring you the exciting dramatization of the only round the world automobile race ever run. The program will star Van Johnson and will originate from the grand ballroom of the Waldorf, where the auto show will be in Progress. That's Monday, April 6th. And of course, you're invited to join us next week for our regular suspense program. Next week, a story about heroism as we document the attempt of three brave men to conquer the mountain. Our star, Mr. John Hodiak. That's next week on suspense. Suspense is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with music composed by Lucian Morris and conducted by Lud Gluskin. The Dead Alive was adapted for suspense by Sam Rolfe from the story by Wilkie Collins. In tonight's story, Mary Jane Croft was heard as Naomi, Lamont Johnson as Silas, Jeanette Nolan as Letty, and Joseph Kearns as Mr. Jago. Herbert Marshall can currently be seen in the RKO production Angel Face. This is the CBS Radio Network suspense and the producer of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William N. Robeson. The story with the surprise ending is one of the most difficult to write yet. The old switcheroo, as we call it in the trade, had fascinated readers for a long, long time before O. Henry virtually patented it. It's a difficult form because the switch must come logically out of the characters and their behavior. But it must come suddenly, unexpectedly, and at the very end of the story you are about to hear a modern example. And we'll bet you all the red flags in communist China you can't guess the end until 25 minutes from now. Listen. Listen. Then as Mr. Herbert Marshall stars in the long shot which begins in exactly one minute from now, another visit with Joe and Daphne Forsyth. Joe? Joe? Joe. Joseph. Yeah, yeah, I'm up, I'm up. Port of coffee. I'll be right in. Relax. It's three in the morning. Huh? I said relax. It's three in the morning. I was relaxed. Daphne, why did you wake me up? Well, I was just wondering what happened to our savings bonds. You were what? I had a dream. I dreamed you lost all of your money and all we had left were our savings bonds. I see. So I just wanted to make sure they were all all right. They're all right. They're with the other important papers. You're sure? Of course I'm sure. Well, I just don't want anything to happen to them. Savings bonds are the most secure form of investment. Why, the whole faith and credit of the United States stand behind those bonds of ours. Uh huh. So they're even better than dollars in your pocket because the government stands behind them and protects them. Uh huh. And they protect us too, Joe. Every bond is an investment in our country, in our security and freedoms. Joe. Well, how about that. He feels so secure he went back to sleep. Good night, darling. And now the long shot, stirring her Herbert Marshall, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Very well then, Lieutenant. If you're ready to take it down, here is my statement. It seems a year, but I guess it's only 10 days since I was sitting in the lobby of the Astor Hotel in New York with 28 cents in my pocket. It had been a dreadful season at the track, so there I was, stony. Somebody had discarded the afternoon paper and I picked it up. It was folded to the classified section and my eyes fell upon a most intriguing ad in the hope wanted column. Englishmen will pay $150 and expenses to fellow countrymen, preferably Londoner, in return for services as driver and trans on automobile trip to San Francisco. This was the answer to all my problems. And a quarter hour later I presented myself at the door of my unwitting benefactor's quarters. Yes? I've come about your advertisement. Oh, yes? Step inside, please. Thank you. You have a chair. Thank you. You're English, I presume? Yes, indeed. The Londoner, I hope. Born and bred. Well, I must say that's a relief. I've been plagued with applicants all day and not a Londoner in the lot. You see, the old town's sort of a fetish with me. A man can't really consider himself civilized unless he's a Londoner. Quite. You say you were born there? Oh, yes. In Vigo street, just off St. James's Square. August 18, 1910. Know the town like the inside of my hat. Vigo Street. I'm not sure I know it. It turns right off Sackville street and run some little way before it reaches Regent Street. Oh, yes, yes, yes, I place it now. Well, you seem to be the genuine article. Tell me, why are you interested in going to San Francisco? You know anything about horse racing, mister? No, I'm sorry. My name is Hendricks. Walker Hendricks. Mine's Kelly. Raymond. Well, how do you do, Mr. Raymond? No, I can't say that I do particularly. Been to Epsom Downs on a few occasions, I see. Well, I've become rather fond of the horses. I might even say financially dependent on them. And with Bay Meadows opening shortly. Bay Meadows? There's a racecourse near San Francisco. Oh, I see. Well, you have business that takes you to San Francisco, and so have I. But I just couldn't face making the trip alone or even worse, with an American. That's why I advertised. And what a stroke of luck to find you not only a fellow countryman, but a fellow Londoner. Excuse me. Hello? Oh, yes, yes. Well, I'm dreadfully sorry, but I've just hired a man. I was sitting pretty. The only thing I was afraid of was death from sheer boredom. Because from the moment we started out, all Mr. Hendricks talked about was London. Have you spent much time in Soho, Raymond? I never lived there, if that's what you mean. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I mean the restaurants and so on. Do you know them? You see, now, there's the Moroccan. No. What was it? Oh, the Algerian Cafe in Dean street, isn't it? Quite right. The Algerian in Dean Street. A big French woman ran it. We used to call Her Madame Couscous. Oh, quite. As a matter of fact, I. I saw her there only a short time ago. Seems to be she died a few years back. Oh, really? Yeah. You probably met her daughter. Yes, no doubt, no doubt. Ah, There's a sign. Cleveland. 38 miles. Spend the night there, I expect. Good idea. Now, let's see. Where were we? Oh, yes, we were talking about Soho. Yes, we were talking about Soho. And we continued to talk about it the rest of the way to Cleveland and most of the night in the hotel room. I began to think the man doubted my authenticity and was trying to trip me up. Next day we covered Whitechapel, Cleek's Feet, Brooms, Mayfair. He still hadn't stuck me, but I was beginning to feel like a well found Baedeker's guide by the time we reached Chicago. As soon as we checked into our hotel room, I tried to get away from him for a while. Say, Mr. Hendricks, I wonder if I might have a small advance on my salary. Well, I suppose so. Still rather early. And I thought I might look over the Windy City. Yes, of course, Raymond. Here, let me open my valise. Now. This infinite infernal lock is always acting up. Ah, there we are. 20 be enough? Fine, thanks. Hey, look here. I believe I'll join you. Stretch the legs a bit, eh? There was a horse choking wad of bills in that valise. But I was so burned at him tagging along, I didn't give it a thought. Then my favorite joint was just around the corner from hotel, a hangout for touts and bookies. But I didn't see anybody I knew at first. We had a club sandwich, and at Mr. Hendricks request, I was expounding scholastically on the difference between Chicago and London bacon when. Kelly. Tommy. Good to see you, Kelly. I thought you were in Miami. Leaving in a couple of days. How about coming along? I can't. I'm on my way to San Francisco. Oh, this is Mr. Hendricks. Tommy DeWitt. How are ya? How do you do? Listen, Kelly, I gotta talk to you. I got a big deal cooking. I'm afraid I. You don't mind excusing us for a minute, do you, Mr. Hendricks? No, no, go on, please. Look, Kelly, I'll get right to the point. We bought us some jockeys. Mm. It's coming up next week at Hialeah. 500 will get you 10 grand on the parley. But I've got to drive that stiff to San Francisco. And what if you just walk down? I suppose I could. Where I get 500 has he got any money? No, I don't. Wait a minute. That valise, huh? You're sure this can't lose? Listen, you go back to the booth and keep Hendrix busy for a few minutes. Tell him I have to make a phone call or something. I'll meet you at the IC station in half an hour. I stepped out through the kitchen and in two minutes I was back in our room at the hotel. There was the police just as he'd left him. And to make things even easier, the faulty catch wasn't locked. There were $680 in twenty dollar bills in the wallet. And a sheaf of legal looking documents in the portfolio next to it. I glanced at them idly as I pocketed the money. On top was a letter from a law firm in San Francisco. It was dated two months ago and addressed to Hendricks in Bedford Park, London. It said, since you are completely unknown personally to either relatives or legal counsel in the United States. It has been necessary to establish proof of your right to your uncle's estate entirely by documentary evidence. And we are happy to state that such proof is now thoroughly established. We ask that you present yourself at your earliest convenience at our San Francisco law offices. So that final disposition of the estate may be accomplished. Birth certificate. Affidavits from friends. Notarized. Statement from the Department of Records. A sheaf of letters. It was a long shot. A long shot that would pay off at least $100,000. Everything. Every affidavit and statement was a guarantee of Walker Hendricks, the bearer. And to tie it up tighter, one of the letters said pictures wouldn't be necessary, just a passport. And I knew a place in San Francisco that made passports to order. A long shot. But did you ever see odds like that? In a moment. We continue with the second act of suspense. Memo on medals, Information about our military awards and decorations. The highly honored Legion of Merit is a five pointed white star of heraldic form. Bordered by purple red enamel. In the center of this beautiful decoration is a constellation of 13 white stars on a blue field breaking through a gold circle of clouds. Backing the star is a green enamel laurel wreath. Interlaced with crossed war arrows in gold pointing outward. The ribbon is purple, red, edged with white. The Legion of Merit can be awarded to any personnel of the armed forces of the United States and of the government of the Philippines. And to personnel of the armed forces of friendly nations who have distinguished themselves by exceptionally meritorious conduct in the performance of outstanding services. When awarded to the military of other countries. The Legion of Merit is divided into four Chief Commander, commander, officer and legionnaire, depending upon the degree of the service we honor. Since its creation by active Congress in 1942, the Legion of Merit has become a highly honored symbol of our nation's acknowledgment of the bravery and dedication of free men. And now, starring Herbert Marshall, Act 2 of the Long Shot. Yes, it was a long shot. Anyway, I put the papers and the money back in the valise and called Tommy DeWitt. Told him the highly ordeal was off. But there wasn't any money in the room. And the next morning, Hendricks and I left Chicago, Westbound on Route 30 and Old London Town rode with us. You were saying? You know the Georgine Raymond? Yeah, but it's not in London proper. It's in Southwark, on the other side of the river. Oh, I believe you're right at that. Rare old in the George, with its posting yard. I did a lot of thinking during those long, dull miles across the plains, you know. My heart had looked like a cinch. But by the time we hit Cheyenne, I began to waver a little. And when we rolled into Salt Lake City, I was almost ready to give up the whole idea. It was too cut and dried, too easy for a long shot. Almost like a trap someone set for me with a hundred grand as the bait. And once I went for it, there'd be no turning back. It was a good gamble, but the stakes were too high. And there was no way of telling what the payoff would be without tossing everything on the line. That's what I was thinking at about 6 o'clock last Wednesday night when we pulled up in front of the Wasatch Hotel in Salt Lake. By Jove, I'll be glad to wash up. That prairie country is appalling. It's good to have some trees for a change. Yeah, pretty town, Salt Lake. You have an aunt here, you know. Oh? How long since you've seen her? Well, I've never seen her. I don't intend to. She's a sister of my mother's, Marguerite Stoddard. Thoroughly Americanized, I understand, and probably a frightful boy. Probably. There it was, just as if I'd asked for it. A way of telling about that payoff ahead of time. A laboratory test right there in Salt Lake City with nothing to lose if it didn't work out. I got away from Hendricks after dinner, found Marguerite Stollard's address in the phone book and took a cab out to her house. Yes? Good evening. Are you Mrs. Marguerite Stollard? Yes. I'm Walker Hendricks. Walker I just can't believe it. Come in, come in. Please make yourself comfortable. Thank you. Well, you're a pleasant surprise, Walker. I suppose I am, Aunt. I may call you Aunt Marguerite, mayn't I? Of course you may. Well, I expected you to be a little more like. Like who? Perhaps I better not mention it. Oh, please do. I think we should discuss everything, don't you? Of course I do. You'll never know how much your Uncle Gerald regretted what he did. You mean the will? No, long before that. Your mother never told you, I suppose? No, she never mentioned her family. I don't suppose she would. After all, she loved your father. And your Uncle Gerald hated him. And so Uncle Gerald forced her to leave home. Yes, I know Gerald would have been the last to admit it. But I've always felt the will was his stubborn way of making it up to her. Perhaps. I'm sure of it. But at least you will benefit, Walker. Now that there's nothing any of us can do for your poor mother. If there was any doubt in my mind, it disappeared then and there. The American branch of the family knew absolutely nothing of Cecily Hendricks. From the time she left home until her brother Gerald died. Leaving her $100,000. At that point, they made a pretty thorough search. Found both she and her husband had died in England. And their son Walker was the only heir. Everything, everything I needed was back in the hotel in that Farnice. It's 521 miles from Salt Lake to Reno. But I convinced Hendricks we could make it in one jump. I had a special reason. We had to hit the desolate section of central Nevada about midnight. When you get right down to it, killing a man is a pretty tough job. Even when it's as perfect as this was going to be. For once, I was thankful for London. It gave us something to talk about. And there was so much in my mind that I might have given myself away in silence. So I prattled on like a phonograph. Oh, yeah, good old Wappy. Yes, Wapping. There's a lovely pub there called the Prospect at Whitby. Oh, don't believe I know it. No, I'm not surprised. There's amazing thing about London. It seems that the greenest tourist knows more about it than the Londoners themselves. Well, I'd say you've done rather well. Mainly because I've. I've been on my own since I was 14. Now. Now, you take yourself, for example. 10 to 1 you've never been in Petticoat Lane. Per. Marvelous place. Regular Oriental Bazaar right in the heart of the city. Booths and peddlers selling every kind of junk you could imagine. At midnight we were somewhere between Willie Mucker and Reynolds, passing through some barren hills. I knew the time had come and my hands began to shake so much I had to grab the wheel with both of them. I felt beneath the cushion where I'd put the wrench was still there. Finally, I held my breath. Pulled over on the shoulder. I say, what are you stopping for? Look over there. The moonlight on that cliff. Oh, I say. I said, he's lovely. It was all over. Never knew what hit him. I turned up the lights and pulled the body out on the right hand side. We hadn't passed the car for an hour, so I wasn't worried much about being seen. She was pretty heavy, but I managed to carry him over from her shoulder. About a quarter of a mile from the road, I found a small cave at one side of the ravine. I shoved the body in and rolled a large rock over the opening. It started a small landslide which completely covered the whole hole. No one could possibly find it. I had just about gotten back to the road when I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. There behind my car was another one with a seal on the door. The seal of the State of Nevada. In just a moment we continue with the third act of suspense. We have together ample capacity in freedom to defend freedom. This is NATO, the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. The extensive and varied grouping of NATO military forces called for the establishment of several unique supporting organizations. Among them the Military Agency for Standardization, London. The Advisory Group on Aeronautical Research and Development, Paris. And the NATO Defense College, also in Paris. All are vital subordinates in the complex of the NATO Defense Program. The United States of America is a part of NATO. You should be aware of and alert to the programs and objectives of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. And now, starring Herbert Marshall, Act 3 of the Long Shot. Nobody was in the patrol car. The officer must be wandering around looking for me. I lifted the hood of my car and knocked the battery cable off one of the terminals. Then I waited and waited while the coyotes jeered at me from the hills. At last he appeared from the other side of the highway. Hi there. What's the trouble? I don't know, Officer. She just went dead on me. I was having a look up the road when you arrived. Say she went dead on you? Yeah. Lights went out, Motor just died. Been under the hood. Wouldn't do much good, I'm afraid. I'm pretty green at that sort of thing. Let Me? Have a look at it. Would you please see? Hey. Battery cable jarred loose. Mister, you got a wrench? Yeah. Yeah. Thank you. Twist this. There you are. Try it. Now, that looked pretty simple. It was. Ah, there she goes. Thanks ever so much. It's okay. Let's see. Your name's Hendrix, huh? Yes. Checked your registration slip. You're a long way from home. Yeah, I am. Yeah, that's right. Thanks a lot. You're welcome, sir. Good night. Well, there it is, Lieutenant. It was a long shot. Was a sure thing until I found you waiting for me in the attorney's office. Even then I'd have gotten away with it if you hadn't told me that the body had been found. Well, aren't you going to say something? Don't you still think I could have carried it off, Lieutenant? Well, Raymond, we arrested you for the murder of Walker Hendricks, but it appears we were wrong. Huh? What are you talking about? It was a long shot, Raymond, and it was almost a sure thing. Maybe that's why both of you gambled on it. What do you mean, both of us? You and that guy you bumped off in Nevada. That guy? Well, that was Hendrix. Oh, Hendricks was murdered all right. But you didn't do it. What? You see, he beat you to it, Raymond. Who beat me? Your traveling companion. He wasn't Hendrix. He was an out of work actor. He wasn't even an Englishman. That was why he was pumping you so much about London. He was. What do actors call it? Getting up in his part. What are you talking about? I thought you found Hendrik's body in Nevada. We haven't found a body in Nevada yet. But one thing's sure. Hendricks was never in Nevada. Poor guy never left New York. The New York police turned up the real Hendrix in the east river the day after you left town, chauffeuring for the guy who killed him. Suspense. In which Herbert Marshall starred in William N. Robeson's production of the Long Shot by Harold Swanton. Supporting Mr. Marshall in the Long shot were Florence Walcott, Ben Wright, Joe Desantis and Norm Alden. Listen. Listen again next week when we return with another tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Sa Suspense has been brought to you through the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Now we present Herbert Marshall as the Man Called X, the Saturday night feature on NBC's Five Show Festival of Comedy, Music, mystery and drama, brought to you by the makers of Anison for fast relief from pain of headache, neuritis, neuralgia and by RCA Victor, world leader in radio, first in recorded music, first in television. Herbert Marshall as the man called X. Wherever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, in all the strange and dangerous places of the world, there you will find the man called X. Here is something you should know if you ever suffer from the sudden pain of headaches, neuritis or neuralgia. It is a way to ease the pain, often within a few minutes. A way that is incredibly fast and effective. It's Anacin. Anacin is like a doctor's prescription. That is, anacin contains not just one, but a combination of medically proven active ingredients in easy to take tablet form. Thousands of people were first introduced to Anacin through their own physicians or dentists. But today these tablets are in such widespread use that all drug counters have them and anyone may enjoy their benefits. Next time you suffer from the pains of a headache, neuritis or neuralgia, by all means try Anacin. You like the convenience of Anacin tablets and you will be delighted with Anacin's incredibly fast action. A N A C I N Anison Ask for Aniston by name today at your druggists. It's a gray day and the cold wind whips the airstrips, but the flight tower of Aguad is doing business as usual. At 12:04, it brings in the liner from Dublin and lands it safely. The wheels chocked and the doors opened. Ken Thurston comes down the steps and hurries across the ramp. Yes, it's a gray day all right, dark and cold. But the voice that greets Ken is bright with the warmth and innocence of springtime. Hello, Mr. Thurston. Hagon for the Happy Kinsey. Imagine meeting you here. Yeah, just imagine. How did you get hold of my schedule? Well, I just accidentally happened to see the cablegram on Ms. Brooks desk and I mean, I. Coincidence. Yeah, Well, I thought I. Welcome to New York, Mr. Thurston. Here, let me carry your bag. No, thanks. And no, I won't loan you 100 bucks. So long. Wait a minute, Mr. Thurston, wait. Now, how could you even think that? I only came out here to borrow money. Besides, I need 300. Really broke, eh? Oh, flat as a flounder. I only got 50 or 60 bucks left and of course, that's nothing. Nothing? Is inflation that bad? I've only been away a week. How about it, Mr. Th? After all, it's. It's only money. Enough. Hold it. Huh? You. You mean that guy there by the guardrail? Yes. He looks like. By George, it is. Is it? I mean, is. Who I mean, Pedro and Alera. Pedro. Must be him. He turned around. Pedro. Wait a second. Hey. Hey, look. He's running away. Yeah. Now what the devil? He crawled under that guardrail. He's on the ramp. I can't understand what he. Pedro. That plane. He don't see Pedro. Look out. Oh, Mr. First. No, Mr. First. He ran straight into that propeller. Calling Dr. Ives. Will Dr. Ives please report to surgery? Well, what I did was make arrangements at the receiving desk. Ken, an intern is bringing the contents of his pockets up from the morgue. Okay, Chief, we can wait in here. I called police headquarters. They've got nothing on him. I still can't understand why he ran away from you. Nor can I, Chief. I hadn't seen or heard of Pedro since that sabotage case in Panama in 19. Was it 1944? Yeah, he was mixed up in that, wasn't he? Probably. He was dismissed for lack of evidence, though, so that certainly couldn't be the reason. He was terrified enough to run into a plane propeller. Well, here's the stuff. What stuff, Pega? Well, the stuff from that dead guy's pockets. What else? Well, how did you get hold of it? Oh, I just told the intern I'm a special agent of the Bureau. What'd I do with it? Zellschmidt? For the last time, I'll so help me, I'll. So what's the beef, Mr. Chief, I'm only trying to be useful. All right, Pagon, dump it here on the table. Okay, Mr. X. Really don't matter much. You look through it, huh? Well, I. I peeked a little there.38 revolver, loaded to return airline ticket to Cuba. Made out to Pedro Andalera, Hotel Metropole, Havana. Yeah, the Pan American plane landed right ahead of us. That means he just arrived, Chief. You know, it's funny. There's not one cent of cash in his pig. On. Mr. Thurston, I. I hope you're not thinking that. That I might have. Hand it over. But I swear by the father of my father. How much was there? Oh, $184. All right, all right. There it is. After all, money isn't evidence. And. And he won't need it anymore. Ken, Ken, look at these pamphlets. Yes. Printed in Spanish. Instructiones para la sub. Good Lord. Yes. Detailed instructions for various methods of sabotage. Yes, with drawings and diagrams. How to disable power stations, methods of destroying public water supplies, construction of booby traps. If this stuff's being put out in quantity, why, it's dynamite. Dynamite is treason. It's chaos and murder. But who printed them, Mr. Thurston, they're not even signed. They don't have to be signed, chief. I think the best bet is Havana. We've got no lead on Pedro's contracts here in New York. All right, Ken, follow it up in whatever way is necessary. Well, as far as I know, there's only one way to deal with a spreading infection. You find the center of it and you eliminate it. Well, here we are, Mr. Thurston. And what a crummy looking dump. Nobody asked you to come along, Pagan. You stayed in New York with all my creditors. How could I afford it? Which reminds me. Sorry, no loans. Not even 10 bucks. I mean, just for tips. No. Not even. This musillarium is worse inside even than outside. I'll bet they never even heard of plumbing. This is the dirtiest joint I. Senores. Oh, good morning, senorita. Senores, if the Hotel Metropole is too ordinary for your fastidious, why don't you go somewhere else? But it's just Pagan's idea of humor, senorita. You the manager? I am not. Ring that bell there on the desk if you want the manager. Well, thanks. You're Americans, no? That's right. Americans. Why don't you go back where you came from? Why don't you stay there? Always running around the world, sneering, bragging. I hate all of you. Why don't you stay calm on here? Seems the young lady doesn't quite like us. Anka, this is no way to talk. You must stop it at once. Americans. I don't even care to stay in the same room with a flamethrower. She is. My apologies, senores. I am Lovila, the manager. May I help you? Yes, we'd like a couple of rooms. But of course. You sign here and I will have the boy show you. I should like Pedro and the Lara's room. Pedro's? But he's not here now, of course. But he's coming back tonight. He won't be back. He's dead. Dead? What happened to him? Threw himself into the propeller of an airplane. But why, senor? I thought maybe you could tell me why. No, senor. I know nothing about it. What do you know about Pedro? Nothing, senor. But he lived here, didn't he? You see, he lived here for, oh, maybe two, three months. But I. I know nothing about him. Well, did you have any friends visitors can savvy? In a hotel like this, people come and go all the time. Whether to see him, I do not know after all. Right, let it go. Have your Room available across the hall from Pedro's. Let me see. Pedro has number 44. 44. And see, the room across from it is empty. Number 45. Good. We'll take the two of them. But I. I am not certain it is permitted, senor. The police should be notified. I've already seen the police. Here. Here's your authorization. Bueno. In that case, Miguel Vengasa. Hey. Amo, Senor Villo. It was very nice of you to rent number 45 for me, Mr. Thurston. You'll be in 44, Pagan. Yes. I was afraid I might have to sleep on a part, you know. Oh, no. Oh, no. No, you don't. What's the matter? You know what's the matter. 44 is Pedro's room. I'm not going to be the live bait in this. In this booby trap. All right, then go find yourself a room somewhere else. But I'm broke, you know. I spend all my money for plain fish. In that case. Oh, what a sitting bull. I turn out to be. A clay pigeon. A clay pigeon, that's all I am alone in the room all afternoon. Any minute now. It's getting dark. And then what? Oh, why don't Mr. Thurston come back? Why don't he? Maybe if I kept still. They'll go away, Pagon. They know my name. Who is it? Come on, pagon. Open up. Mr. Thurston. Boy, am I glad to see your face. Just wait till I move this sofa and this lamp. And this tamer. The chair. Bed. Now, now. Hello, Mr. Thurston. What the. You expecting an invasion? With sabotagers all around, who knows what to expect? Oh, you weren't in any danger. Pedro wasn't due back from New York until half an hour ago. So why should anyone try to contact him? Now I find out. No. Pull down those blinds and turn on the lights. Might as well make it look as though someone's home. Sure. Sure. Did you find out anything around town about that Pedro character? Not a thing. I'm hoping somebody will try to get in touch with him here. Lovilo is keeping quiet about his death. Well, there's sure not much low down in his room. Nothing but few clothes and some empty sardine cans and. And some food cans in the closet. He must have lived on sardines. Maybe, but there could be another reason. Answer it, Pago. I'll cover you from the closet. But, Mr. Thomson, maybe. Go ahead, Pagan. I'm coming. Go through. That's your end. What are you saying? I said I. Well, they'll Come right in, you luscious little frijole. Who are you? What are you doing here in this room? Never mind, baby. Why don't we sit right down here on the sofa? You sit there. I think I like this chair by the window better. Where's Pedro? Suppose you tell us about Pedro, senorita. Oh, Mr. Thurston. I didn't even need to be covered. Who are you? What has happened to Pedro? What are you doing here? What's your name? All right, Paquita. What do you know about those little booklets Pedro was distributing? You are the police. Are you in on the scheme too? No, no, no. I know nothing. Who are his friends? Who's he been working with? I do not know. Where does he print the stuff? Senor? Maybe we can get to be friends. How long have you been tied up with Pedro? I know nothing about this business. I'm Elise. How you say? Girlfriend? Hagon, snap off those lights. Hit the floor. The shot must have come from that open window straight across the court. Too dark to. Mr. X. I think she's hurt. Yeah. Let me shave this flashlight. Easy now, Faquita. Tell me who it was. Senor. I wish to know. Pedro. His. He's Island Export Company. Island Island Export Company. See? Tell. Tell Miguel. I'm sorry, Miguel. I wouldn't. Mr. Thurston, is she. Yeah. What she was trying to say there, what's it mean? It means we finally got a lead. Let's have a look at that room across the court. We will continue with the man called X in just a moment. Here's a word from RCA Victor. What's the television picture today? Well, one thing's for sure. The television picture today's a big one. More and more people are enjoying it every day and on bigger and bigger television screens. Why not start your family at the top with 19 inch television and start right with America's favorite television, RCA Victor. Million proof. That's the kind of television that well over a million families have chosen for their homes. Yes, you get a bigger value too, with your 19 inch RCA Victor. You can watch those big million proof pictures comfortably, whether you're close up or clear across the average living room. And here's another thing that's important to you. 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It's empty, all right. Turn on the lights, Pagan. Take your fingers out of your ears. Sorry, Mr. Th. I just can't stand the sound of shooting. Especially if it's at me. Isn't going to be any shooting. Somebody fired that one shot from here and then beat it. Hey, this room hasn't even been lived in. No, it was only used for the shooting because it's straight across from ours. It was an accident. They were really shooting at us. I doubt it. That table lamp would have thrown Paquita's shadow on the blind. No, they knew who they were after. Come on, let's get back to the other room. Got any idea who done it, Mr. Thurston? Not exactly. Too bad, too. I just was getting acquainted with her. Oh, sure, sure. Senoris, what just happened? The girl's been shot over in Pedro's room. Review shot. Who did it? I don't know. It was fired from a room down the hall. There's no one there now. See anybody on your way up? Nobody, senor. Except Miguel, of course, who was on the elevator. Well, you better call the police. Come on, Pega. Right away, senor. I will inform them immediately. How could anybody get away so quick, mister? Fire escape stairway. It wouldn't be difficult to pegar. I closed the door of Pedro's room when we left it. Well, open now. Hey, maybe she wasn't really killed. Of course she was. Come on. Nobody here looks just like it did before. Except for one thing. Somebody's taken those canned sardines that were lying around. Good riddance. Who cares? Seems odd, though, doesn't it? Sneaking into a murder room just to steal sardines. Oh, well, some people like them. Personally, I'm a gourmet myself. Yeah, One of those empty tins from the waste basket. Smell it. I don't smell anything. That's just it. It's perfectly clean, so maybe it was washed. Ever tried to wash the odor from a sardine can? I don't get what's going on around here, Mr. X. I do. But the problem is how to. Well, here's the elevator, Mr. Thirsty. Going down, senores? Thanks, Miguel. I have heard the most unfortunate thing happen last night. Yes? A girl named Paquita was shot to death. Senor, you have stopped the elevator between the floors. That's a good place to talk. Miguel. What do you know about Pedro and Alera? Nothing. Except it is possible. It takes many kind of person to make the world. And you didn't like his kind, is that it? Perhaps his mother thought him a fine fellow. You see, I am something of a philosopher, senor. I see. Do you know anything about the business Pedro was in? It is enough to manage one's own affairs in these times. Maybe this is partly your affair, senor. Paquita's last words were, tell Miguel. I'm sorry. What did she mean? Well, it is not easy to talk about. I am very sad she is dead. The thing is that Paquita was at one time. My, how you call it, girlfriend. When she went to Pedro. First I was crazy mad. Then I say, what's the difference? You see, I was getting tired of her anyway. And you know how it is with philosophers. Oh, sure. Well, let's go on down. I am very sad that she is dead, though. Did you understand? Yeah, I understand. Main floor. Thanks. Buen dias. So long, Miguel. Quite an unusual bellhop. Oh, I don't know. Lots of philosophers work at jobs like that. No, no, Pagan. I mean the fact that he's wearing a shoulder holster and carrying a guy. Well, Pago, this looks like the place. Sure it is, Mr. Thurston. See right there on the side island? Expert company office. Well, it isn't the office I'm interested in. I think our best bet is that warehouse sticking out over the water. Carl, let's go. The joint sure looks deserted. They must not do much business with the kind of business this is. Any is too much, I guess. The door opens off the dock here. Boy, what a rickety dump. You know, if one of these pilings broke, the whole building would fall in the bay. Yeah, it's a master padlock. Unlocked. They really show themselves. Let's go in and have a look. No windows. It's dark in here. Well, there's a light switch here by the door. Sure don't look much like a warehouse. It's not intended to. Hey, look. That's a Printing press. And what's this, this Rube Goldberg gadget? That is a kenning machine. Pega. What? Sure. Let's open up some of these sardines. You mean that's what is in all these boxes? That's right. All crated and ready for shipment to agents all over the Western hemisphere. Here we are. You hungry, Mr. Thurston? Not for this kind of stuff. Here, Pegger, have a sardine. Have a. Sir, look. It's full of little books. They're packed in that can just like sardines. Yeah, five ounces of treason. The perfect way to ship the stuff, distribute it. Ah, sabotage. The rottenest game in the world. Well, I guess the dresses on these crates give us what we need. Sure, it's got who the stuff's going to, but. But who is sending it. The name is on the crates. Lovilo. We don't know of any low villo, but we know a Lovilo. That hotel manager. You mean he's. He's no good guy. Quiet. Assembly. Coming. Get away from the door. Good morning, Mr. Lovillo. Senor. Thirsty? Get your hands up. You see, senor, look, they are up. Please do not shoot me, sir. I. I have done nothing. Nothing. What you called the murder of Paquita last night. What about this layout here? These pamphlets and shipments to agents with your name on the crates? You call that nothing? But I am not the one, senorit. Is my sister, Anga. Hey, that's the hard, bored little chicken who insulted us, Mr. Ther. You see? Si, senoris, she is the one. She is bitter and dangerous. Since she has come back from Europe, she has those ideas. She. She and Pedro forced me to help them. Help? Murder Paquita, for instance? No, no, I had nothing to do with it, senor. I. I swear I did not. She was the one. I will help you, senor. I will tell you anything you wish to know. Wait a second. Hang on. You smell. You mean like sardine cans or smoke? This place is on fire. And somebody's locked the door on the outside. But we got to get out of here. We'll get burned up like rats in a tinderbox. Anger. She's trying to destroy the evidence. And all of us along with it. No windows, no other door. All of us. She. She must not know I am here. I see. So you weren't forced. You are a full partner. Here, Peter. Let's get the handles off this press. Now shove the bar in this crack in the floor and let's pry that. Good. Now the next one It's a good thing this building is so ramshak. Senor, I. I hope you do not misunderstand. Never mind. Let's get out of here. Drop through that opening to the water. Luo. Go ahead. It's only 10ft. That's it. Hang by your hands. Good, Carpega. Maybe you don't believe it, Mr. Thurston, but I paid $200 for this suit. Of course. Oh, sure. Shut up. Figure if this building caves in, you'll never have to pay for it. Now swim. What are you planning to do, Senor? Thirst? Use the phone here in the office and have the police pick up Angus. She haven't really left after you started the fire. Look at that bird. Oh, we sure would be a couple of dead gooses inside there. Anger. Come in, Senor Thurston. And don't reach for a gun. Well, glad you waited. Anger saves us the trouble of looking for you. I knew you would be here, Anger. I knew you would think of something. Be quiet. You're almost as weak and silly as a d. Doll face, Paquita. But not as pretty. That's really why you killed her, wasn't it, Anga? Jealousy? I killed her because she was a fool. She would have told you everything like my brother. Anga, you are mistaken. I have said nothing to them. Oh, come now, lvilo. What about the signed confession that you said was here in the office? Confession? There is no confession. You told us there was hidden here under the end of the rug. It's a lie. Look, Anga, I will show you. There is where you are. Senor Thurston, suppose you turn back the rug and hand me this little evidence of my brother's cowardice? Sure. Glad to. It should be about right here. Get a gun, pagon. Gun, Mr. Rex? Stay where you are, lvillo. Boy, what a dummy. Standing on a rug and letting somebody grab the other end of it. Ooh, she's out like three strikes. I perceive you are also a philosopher, Senor Thruston. Well, come and join the party. It takes a philosopher to realize there are certain times when a woman should be rendered unconscious. I guess so. Miguel, I'll take that gun of yours. This? But why, senor? It is not loaded. I only have it because of the tourists. See, I tell them I was once a bandit, and it gives them the big thrills. Look, someone has even filed off the pin. It won't work here. Yeah, that's useless. As useless as a plane or a gun or a power plant that's been wrecked by saboteurs. But what if you really needed that gun to protect your life or your freedom and didn't know the pin had been filed off by a saboteur? Now here is our star, Mr. Herbert Marshall. Thanks for being with us. 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Wherever there is mystery, intrigue, romance, in all the strange and dangerous places of the world, there you will find the man called X. Whoa. Hold everything. Here's a couple of old friends. Now, here's Chesterfield's answer to Cyrano de Bergerac. Bob Hope. I'd top easy, dad, but we only have a minute here to sell Chesterfield. Okay, well, let's get to it. Better tasting Chesterfield is the only cigarette that combines for you mildness with no unpleasant aftertaste. The mildness is a cinch to prove, you just make the Chesterfield mildness test. You know, open a pack and enjoy that milder aroma. Then smoke them and you'll know that Chesterfield's a mild. And Chesterfield leaves no unpleasant aftertaste. That fact has been confirmed by the country's first and only cigarette taste panel. So make our cigarette your cigarette. The reasons go together like this. Chesterfield. Chesterfield always takes first place. That mild to mild tobacco never leaves an aftertaste. So open a pack, give em a smell. Then you'll smoke em over most of the earth at this time of year, men begin looking forward to the end of winter. Begin sniffing the air for the first faint signs of spring. Much too early, they begin repairing trout rods, poring over seed catalogs, planning vacations, and longing for the joy and freedom of an outdoor summer. Or at least they did these things in times gone by. In the years before North Korea. Me? Who are You Are Li Chun. I believe you speak English. A concession to your many years of professorship in the subject at Harbin University. Professor Li, I am no longer a professor. Since the war, I have become a shoemaker. So I am informed. I am Lieutenant Tae Mao of the People's army of North Korea, now in charge of this sector. The village of Chinchung is greatly honored, Lieutenant Mao. I am also informed that you are not generally considered cooperative to our government. Professor Li. I have caused no trouble. You have a granddaughter, I believe. Li Song. Yes. Very pretty, I am told. What do you mean, Lieutenant? I mean you will become much more cooperative immediately. Do we understand each other? Yes. Good woman. Chu, a refugee from the north, brought the information into Kusan yesterday. Ken. A man from the village of Chinchung. Chin Chung. Near the Manchurian border, isn't it, Chief? That's right. About 70 miles inland from the Yellow Sea coast. And Ken, hold onto your hat. Roland Patterson is hiding out there. Patterson? Patterson's alive. I know what you mean. You heard he crashed at sea on that solo flight from Formosa last month. Only he didn't. Or at any rate, he was rescued. Oh, thank God for that. He's the greatest expert in the world on oriental affairs. Ken. He predicted Pearl Harbor a year ahead of time, the invasion of South Korea six months before it happened, and probable Chinese intervention the day the UN forces crossed the 38th fire level. Only then nobody would believe him. I think they're ready to now. Except for one thing. He's not available. He's in North Korea hiding out with a man named Lee Chan. Used to be a professor at Harbin. I've Heard of him? Apparently Patterson's in no shape to try and escape on his own. Well, we've got to get him out somewhere. That's right. And from here it looks like a one man job. I'm afraid so, Ken. If the enemy finds out he's there, well, that'll be that. It's got to be secret and it's got to be smooth. Well, we're in contact now with the army and Navy in Tokyo. They'll cooperate fully. Anything you want. In that case, I guess I better plan the operation from there. Chief, you'd get a plane out in an hour and watch this. Oh, sure. Incidentally, it's almost too good to be true, but what's happened to Zellschmidt lately, I hope? Begum. The last time I saw him was when he got a telegram from Uncle Ahmed and took off for Washington. Washington, huh? You know something? I wish you hadn't asked me. Why not? Well, you know. Speak of the devil. Chief, I'll call you from Tokyo. Now loading civilian passengers. Please use gate C like seven. Now loading Tokyo to Guam. Pardon me, sir. You're Mr. Thurston, I believe. That's right. Lieutenant Commander Barnes, Naval Intelligence. Oh, I'm assigned as liaison officer to your project. Fine. Good. If you'll give me your check, I'll have your baggage cleared through customs and we'll go straight to headquarters. Thanks, Commander. Here you are. I'll be right back. Oh, pardon me. Oh, it's nothing, my good man, nothing. Hello, Mr. Thurston. Oh, no. I knew the chief shouldn't have asked. Asked what, Mr. Thurston? Pagon. What are you doing in Tokyo? Oh, just making an honest buck or two. Smuggling or black market, Mr. Thurston? I'm the Far Eastern representative for Uncle Ahmed Incorporated. That still leaves the question open. But he's strictly legitimate now. Very big at the Pentagoon Building. He's a six percenter, you understand. Six, eh? Nothing cheap about Uncle Ahmed. And you're the Far east representative. Oh, sure. You see, I know the Orient well like the back of my head. You don't see. Ever hear of the village of Chinchung in North Korea? Ching Chung, like 42nd Street P. Would you be interested in a little job? Well, I'm pretty busy, mister. For, say, $500? I'm not that busy. What's the job? Smuggling. Sm. You know, for a second I thought you said smuggler. Stick around, Pagon, Stick around. We're crossing the main ridge of the paisang range now, Mr. Thurston. That Ching Chong's, that spot of light right ahead of us there. You want a last minute briefing? No, I think it's straight enough, Commander. Those escort bombers will attract their attention by attacking the supply depot to the east while we parachute into the foothills north of the village. Right. And your next contact with us will be at Anshu Inlet on the seacoast 70 miles west. Yep, I've got the chance. We'll have a PT boat standing by offshore every night from dusk till dawn. Starting tomorrow night, they'll watch for your signal and take you off the beach. Right. Well, guess we better start getting into these chutes. Yeah, the escort bombers ought to be starting the runs about now. Here you are. Does your partner know yet? No, no, no. Peigong, you better come get into this thing. Oh, I'm plenty warm now, Mr. Thurston, with all these clothes you had put on. Hey, hey, that's a parachute. Yeah. Get. Commander Bounds will show you how to get into the harness. Oh, no, he won't. Oh, no. You're not going to catch me stepping one foot outside of this plane tonight. Take a look at the flashes from the first bomb run. We're about over the village now, Commander, what were your orders exactly? I to drop two men by shoot, Sir. I guess we'll have to throw Mr. Zell Schmidt out somewhere over the Yellow Sea on the way back. If he doesn't. Never mind, never mind. How do we fasten his buckets? Boy, what a sacrifice. I thought we were just gonna fly over the dump. Come on, Pagon. Oh, you're on. You're on from here on, Mr. Thorson. I guess you know what that means in enemy territory. Yep. I'll see you at Anshu. Does he say enemy? That's enemy territory down there. Sure. Go on, Pigon, jump. Stop pushing, mister. Oh. So long, Commander. Good luck. There you go. There you go. Where are you? Over here, Mr. Thurston. I think I'm dead already. Get out of that parachute and roll it up. Hurry. Here, take my shoot too, and bury both of them. I want to check this map. When's this plane coming back to pick us up, Mr. Thierno? It isn't coming back. Huh? Our only way out of here is at Anshu Inlet, 70 miles west. Now I find out. Why don't I keep my big mouth shut. I often wonder why I never even heard of this town this time. You what? Well, I mean, I. I thought I did at first. He gone. So help me out to wring your neck. Now get to work. There it Is shop on the left. Li Chang Shumika. It's a good thing all these characters go to bed early. Or which should have. That sounds like an army patrol. Yeah, yeah. That's between these buildings. If I get out of this alive, I swear by the father of my. Oh, shut up. Come on. Head for Li Chan's. That was our lucky break for tonight. Lucky? When I lost 10 years of my life. Here we are. Oh, good. Nobody home. Let's go. A friend. Open up. Your professor Li Chan? Yes. My name is Ken Thurston from the States. We've come for Roland Patterson. Thank heaven. Come in quickly. Then my message did get through? Yeah. How is he? Very sick. Unconscious. Water the time. Here, let me light the lamp. I was at my wits end. They're very suspicious of me out here. Who is it? Two men who have come to take Mr. Patterson out of Korea. Oh, I'm so glad. Gentlemen, my granddaughter, Lee Song. Where is Patterson, Professor Lee? Right above us here. There is a narrow loft between the ceiling and the roof. Good. Well, I think Patterson had better be moved as quickly as possible. There. Up into the loft, both of you. Quickly. The Song will. Over here. Un climbs up the shields like this. Join in. Ali. Ready. Do not move around. Mr. Patterson is lying here behind us. Good evening, Prophet. You are up late. Yes, we both are. Tis the devil, Ma. Perhaps the noise of the bombing awakened you. Or perhaps you knew there was going to be a bombing. No, I knew nothing about it, Lieutenant. Where is your granddaughter? She went out somewhere. Where? I do not know where. In other words, Professor Lee. You are of no use whatever to me, Etronica son. And for those of no use to me, I have only one answer. This. He killed my grandfather. What are you gonna do, Mr. X? Nothing. It's too late to help each time. And the important thing now is to get Patterson out of here. Oh, I wish I would have stayed in Tokyo. Why? This way you're learning about life. The kind of life they live in North Korea. 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It's like having console television at table model price. You'll say that RCA Victor television is the best way to warm up your heart with television fun and keep the frost off your pocketbook. Now Act 2 of the Man Called X starring Herbert Marshall. With Leon Belasco as Pagan Zellschmidt. How much longer are we gonna have to stay here in this barn and freeze ourselves, Mr. Thurston? At least until Li Song gets back from that farmhouse up there. Well, another half an hour and it'll be daylight. Boy, what a night. I. I wish I was as unconscious as the this Patterson guy. Don't tempt me, Pago. Now keep those blankets around him. Hey, he's breathing better. You know that penicillin is must be working. He needs a doctor bill badly. Wonder what's keeping her anyway? I sent her up there about 20 minutes ago, Mr. Thurston. Maybe she's pulling a double cross. No. With her guardian dead, her only chance now is to get out with us. Hey, somebody's coming. Mr. Thurston. I brought Gorm back with me. Good. Welcome, Mr. Thurston. Has been long time since conference in Seoul. Many changes. How are you, Grung? It's good to see you. The song has said Mr. Patterson is with you. It is bad when friends dare not confide in one another. We did not know who to trust. Forgive us. This old one understands, child. In our country now, each man fears his brother. Is there any way you can help the four of us get out of here? Toward Anshu Inlet can take you in Oxcart to Lushot, 12 miles west. Oxcart, eh? Is possible for you to lie in pack covered with load of straw. It might work in Lushot. It's possible you can make further arrangements. Yeah. I know a man that who may have a truck. If he's still alive. All right, K, let's hitch up the cart. From a haystack in the Baron to a haystack on wheels. And twice a scold, Mr. Thurston. You know we're getting nowhere fast. We're within a half mile of Lu Show. It's better than walking. But I'm allergic to hay. I'm allergic to bullets. Li song, how's Mr. Patterson coming along? He's all right. I think he's sleeping again. Mr. Thurston, there's. How you say, road guard station just ahead. It's necessary that we're very quiet. Yeah, I understand. Now, listen, I can't go myself. So are you sure you know where to find the man I told you about in Lu show? Yes, I know. I've heard of him. Well, Huang is going to drive us on through town in the cart. We'll wait for the truck on the Anshu road. Got it? Yes, I understand. Where you go? Kwan Tu Lu show with Lord of Hay. I know this one. Something for black market. No, nothing. Only he a fat pig. No, nothing. If he shoves that bandit in here, I'll have to kill him and risk getting away. Wait, let me talk to him. What do you mean? I'm a woman. All right, have a try at it. I'll keep you covered. Hey, have a care. What is it you try to do? Nisong? Why are you there hiding? Sometime one wishes to run away from grandfather and see what things are in next village. And Kwang is help. You sly fox. Old farmer Kwang. But like you say, old. Oh, in three hours one would be off duty here. In three hours, it's possible one would be in marketplace. Drive on. Clong. Hoy. Hoy. Three hours. Three hours. I haven't breathed for five minutes. Well, you can thank these Song that you're breathing at all. She's got a lot of courage. Oh, I don't know. I doubt if we were in a real danger. Hey, look, I tore my coat sleeve on a knee nail or something. It wasn't a nail. That's where the guard poked that bayonet through the hay when he. Idiot. This is a fine time to faint. Easy now, Pegar. Let's slide him into the back of the truck. I've got his shoulders, Mr. Thurston, now. All right. Now get those blankets around him. He's in no shape to stand or chill. The owner did not dare to wait, Mr. Thurston. He left the truck and walked back to town. He'll report it as stolen tomorrow. Good idea. There's certainly no point to it. What's it? Half a dozen hand grenades? Well, let's hang onto them. How about letting me drive, Mr. Thurston? I know. These Japanese army trucks were just like the. Like the back of your hat, huh? Just give me one of those things with a thankful of octanes, and I'm off like a bat out of my belfry. Well, hurry up. We're pushing our luck. Okay, everybody, hang on. Motor must be cold. It always takes a while for these, you know. Uhoh. It must be flooded or something. All right, pig, I'll move over. But Mr. Thon, just give me a little time to. What did you do? Turned on the switch. Well, it's 50 miles to Anshu, and from here on, anything can happen. But why? It's all open country. There are no more guard stations. Oh, well, just call it a hunch. Things have been too easy, Lisong. Far too easy. Well, aren't you in at the end of the line, boy? It's so dark I can't see the nose in front of my face. How will we find the boat, Mr. Thurston? We won't. It'll find us. As soon as I signal, let's get Patterson down to the beach first. Do not move any of your. You are covered by a dozen rifles. Banshadee, light the lanterns. Lieutenant Amal. Yes, my dear. I don't believe I've met your friends. Though we did find their parachutes. Haygon? The ground was frozen, Mr. Thurston. I couldn't bury them. Ah, Thurston, the famous Mr. X. We are fortunate tonight. The Patterson you mentioned will have to be identified later. How did you know where to look for us? First, the parachutes. Second, Lisong reported heading west by a road guard. Third, my own intelligence. Yes, Congratulations. Nothing, really. And now, Lisong, if you would move a few steps to one side. The accuracy of a machine gun is never quite dependable. Oh, please, my dear, you have nothing to worry about. I have entirely different plans for you. As a matter of fact, I think better change all your plans. Lieutenant, you notice what I've been holding in my hand? A hand grenade. That's right. The pin has been pulled, so don't move. If I release this, you're too close to me to get away. Order your men to drop their arms. Take on. Take his machine gun. Hey, Mr. Thurston. Thanks, chum. Now, Lieutenant, order your men to hit the road east fast. In 10 seconds, I'm going to heave this grenade after them. Bing Dao. I guess we can signal that navy boat now and get out of here. Hey, Mr. Thurston, what about that hand grenade? Yeah, I guess the time's about up. Pick up your feet, boys. Up. Now. You're a prisoner of war. All right, boys, lay him There in the center of the launch. And keep him covered up. We've got a navy medic there on the PT boat. Good. He's come through pretty well, Commander, but he should have attention. Well, sit here, Lisa. Thank you, Mr. Thurston. Okay, shove up. Keep your eye on that prisoner, Mr. Thurston. If I ever leave this United States again, it's only going to be over my dead body. All right, kick him over. Let's go. Goodbye, Grandfather. What the mo. Did you have some more men there? I think. I think it is the same ones who have come back. They were undoubtedly puzzled by my orders and have decided I was a traitor. Well, we'll be out of range in a few seconds. Oh, Lisa. Hear the flashlight, Mr. Thurston? She's. Yeah. Pengon, give me that machine gun. Thanks. All right. Right. Whichever one of you fired that shot and all the other shots at all the other helpless people in the world that stopped them. Mr. X, they're not shooting anymore. I'm afraid it's too late to do her any good, though. I know. Well, at least one thing worked out all right, Mr. Thurston. You rescued the expert you went after. Yes. And we need him. We need any man who can tell when and where the next war may strike. No question of it. But even more, we need a man who can show us how to end wars. When you come right down to it, the kind of expert mankind needs most today is an expert on mankind. Our star, Herbert Marshall, will return in just a moment. 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And you ought to know that the others you heard were Peggy Webber, Will Wright, Lal Chand Mera, Byron Cain, Ted Osborne, and Bill Conrad. Next week, Ken goes to Iran in search of a tiny bit of microfilm that may hold the key to peace in this world. And Pagon. Oh, yes, you'll be along in the person of Leon Belasco. So join us, won't you, when next I return as the Man Called X. Good night. The Man Called X is a Saturday night feature on NBC's Five Show Festival of Comedy, music, mystery and drama brought to you by RCA Victor, world leader in radio, first in recorded music, first in television and by the makers of Anison for fast relief from pain of headache, neuritis, neuralgia. The Man Called X starring Herbert Marshall, is a J. Richard Kennedy production with music composed and conducted by Felix Mills. Tonight's story was written by Les Crutchfield. 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