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Would you hand me that, please? Thank you. Now, let's see. Survey. Survive. Susanna. Suspect. Ah, here we are. Suspense. Meaning held in doubt, expressing doubt. The state of being uncertain, undecided or insecure. State of anxious expectation or waiting for information such as to keep one in suspense. Therefore delay acquainting him with what he is eager to know. Suspense. Hello and welcome to Stars on Suspense. With more Hollywood legends and radio's outstanding theater of thrills. Our month long series of classic Hollywood romances continues with one of the all time best, maybe the best, Casablanca. I mean, what else can be said about Casablanca at this point? The performances, the story, the music, the stirring displays of resistance against the rise of fascism. It all plays just as well today as it did back in 1942. And check your local listings because Regal theaters are showing it this Saturday for Valentine's Day. Even if you've seen it before, it's always a treat to see a movie like Casablanca on the big screen. You can also find it on Blu Ray and 4K, and it can be rented and purchased digitally from your preferred provider. The main stars of Casablanca are Humphrey Bogart as expat nightclub owner Rick Blaine, Ingrid Bergman as his one true love, Ilsa Lund, and Paul Henry as Victor Laszlo, Ilsa's husband and a man on the run from the Nazis. But the supporting cast of the film is stacked with Hollywood legends too, including Peter Lorre, Sidney Greenstreet and Claude Rains. Today we'll hear three of the film's stars in episodes of suspense, plus the big three recreating their roles in a radio adaptation of the film. First up is Peter Lorre, who plays the small time crook who comes into possession of the letters of transit that could mean freedom and escape from Casablanca. He stars in Of Maestro and man from July 20, 1944. Then it's Paul Henry in the angel of death from January 3, 1946. And finally we have Claude Rains, who has so many of the movie's best lines as local police captain Renault. He co stars with Vincent Price in the hands of Mr. Ottermole from December 2, 1948. Finally, we'll hear Paul Henry again, this time with Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman as the lady Esther. Screen Guild Theater presents Casablanca in a broadcast from April 26, 1943. We're stopping in at Rick's Cafe American, but before that, we've got three episodes of Suspense. We'll kick things off with Peter Lorre right after these messages. From coast to coast. Ford owners agree the big new Ford brings you more for your money more in comfort, more in performance and more in economy. But only through personal experience can you appreciate the restful ease of Ford's famous midship ride and the luxurious comfort of Ford's non sag foam rubber cushion front seat. Only by driving this great car can you enjoy its smooth power and solid roadability. 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For their appearance tonight, Joe Eisinger has written an original suspense play with sporting blood in its veins and in which death has a ringside seat. Its title, with apologies to Mr. Steinbeck, is a Maestro and Man. And so, with the performance of Peter Laurie as the maestro and of Richard Conti as the man, we again hope to keep you in suspense. The number is 8. ADA from Decatur. Get aboard, boys. Speculate so you can accumulate. Put down a handful, pick up a hatful and he throws a five. The money is eight. Make the point and break the joint. Seven to one the hard way. The man wants two fours, he'll make it the hard way. He's got a hunch, he bets a bunch. Get aboard, boys, Hand the dice, read days in the week. Seven and the man's down. Pass the dice and make some ice. Everybody plays and everybody wins. Lay it on the line. We pay it on the line 3 to 2 or 6 or an 8 even money, 10 or 4 I lay it and take it Right or wrong, I go along. Tough one to lose, maestro. Mr. Cribb, did I frighten you? Oh, no, no, no. It's just that I didn't remember. Your nerves need looking over, Maestro. I think I'd have jitters too if I dropped a bundle like you did tonight. What time is it? Three in the a.m. maestro. Too late to play again? Oh, please, another hour, huh? I don't mean the time. I mean, I think I got enough of your paper for one night. My stick man just handed me these tabs. 15G. You know that my IOUs are good, Mr. Cripp. You know that that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You ever see my private office, Maestro? Right this way. Sit down, Maestro. Well, it's growing late and I. This will only take a minute. How's Ricky. Oh, Ricky. He's in the mountains. He has a vacation, a little rest. You know, it's a great little welter that Ricky Martin punched. Like a heavy feet, like a flyweight. Yeah. Fine boy to have in your stable. I don't have what you call a stable, Mr. Crip. Ricky Martin is all I've got. All my life I dreamed of having a boy like Ricky Martin. Not for the money, not for what he'd bring. Just to own him like a fast horse. Carrying your colors. He leaves them all behind. You know, I'd be willing to trade you any three of my boys for Ricky Martin. Well, that's very generous of you, Mr. Cripp, but I don't think. I think you would. Well, you're a lucky man. My soul. Finding a boy like that. Yes, I am. I sometimes wonder how you did it. You haven't been in the fight game long in this town. I remember the first time I see you and your boy hanging around the garden. Yes, that's right. The fighting profession is still a little strange to me. You see, all my life I've been, well, an impresario, you might say. In Paris, in Brussels, Vienna Ballet, opera plays. And when I came to this country and found Ricky, well, I could see that he was. Ah, you could see, all right. Cigar? Thank you. There. Yeah. I always say there's nothing like a good cigar to promote good feeling in the business. Talk. Business talk. What do you mean? A little matter of 32G? Oh, 17 you dropped last week and 15 tonight. Yes. My. My luck has been a little bit. You know, that's a very impressive signature you got, Maestro. Like a professor or something. All those curls and loops. Very impressive. Looks like a million bucks on these tabs. I'm sure it's good for 32G. Of course, it. Yeah, of course. I'm glad to hear you say that. Well, if that's all, Mr. Cripp. That's all, maestro. Well, then, good night, Mr. Cripp. Just a minute, my friend. You're leaving something behind. Why? Your IOUs. I don't understand. I figure I got enough of your paper. I want my money now. I can't. I get it. I must have time. I run a cash business. But you gave me credit. You got assets? What, Ricky Martin? No. Then pay. No. I won't let you steal him from me. He's mine. Do you hear me? He's mine. I found him. I build him. And you can't steal him from me. I want that boy. No. I love him like A brother? Nuts. You'll swindle him on every fight. I won't give him up. Then you'll pay my collectors 32G. But it's a gambling debt you can't collect. My collectors don't care. Carry a summons, a barrel and 50 pounds of cement. All right, Mr. Crick, you leave me. No arguments. And you have added greatly to my education. I don't think there's much I can teach you, Maestro. Only this time I'm out in front. I'll show you I'm a generous man. Honest John Cripp. Run an honest game and make a square deal. 50G for the boy, 32 in tabs, 18 in cash. No beefs later. Thank you. I was sure you'd be sensible about this, Maestro. I had the contract drawn up. Just put that impressive signature on the dotted line. May I use your pen? Sure. Thank you. There you are, Mr. Criticism. Ricky Martin now belongs to me. Mm. Your pen writes very easily. You can keep it part of the deal. Thank you. I shall treasure it as the most expensive pen in the world. How soon will Ricky be back in town? I expect him in my office tomorrow. Good. You'll tell him he now belongs to Honest John Cripp? Yes, I'll tell him. You know, Mr. Cripp, I don't think Ricky Martin is going to like being owned by you. You just leave that worry to me, Maestro. I have a way of making people like me. Even if it kills them. Night for suspense roma wines are bringing you the play called of maestro and man. You have heard peter laurie in the prologue for this study in suspense. And now for a moment, let's conjure up a scene of our own. Let's imagine ourselves in sun drenched Havana. Let's imagine that we are dining in the gay club Montmartre. As you listen to the music, you put down your wine glass to tell our host how much you enjoy his hospitably. Part of the credit belongs to Cuba, he smilingly acknowledges. 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Peter Laurie as the Maestro and Richard Conti as Ricky Martin in Of Maestro and Man. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. See, Ricky hasn't come yet. Huh? Oh. Oh, no, boss. I've been sitting here in your office like you told me, but he ain't coming. He ain't called. I don't understand it. I can't. His train arrived two hours ago. Hello. Hello, Maestro. Sam. Ricky, where have you. Oh, Maestro, this is Lynn Carter. How do you do? How do you do, Ms. Carter? And this is Sam Lin. He was my trainer. Hello. Ricky has told me so much about you during the past two weeks that I feel I. Yeah, you know how it is, Maestro. Out on the lake at night, the guy gets to rambling and. I found it all very colorful. Ricky, there's something I must tell you. If Ms. Carter will excuse us for it. But there's something I must tell you, Maestro. It. It's about Lynn and me. You see, we. What is it, Ricky? Well, Lynn and me, we're. We're gonna be married. Married? What? Yeah, we. We just. Well, when I met Lynn, I. I don't know how to tell you this, Maestro. You know how I feel about you. Ricky, what are you trying to see? Tell me. It's just that I. Ricky is trying to tell you, Maestro, that he's quitting the ring. Ricky's quitting the ring, Ricky? Quitting? I must, Maestro. I'm going away with Lynn to South America. Her father owns a. He wants us to live down there. I'm. I'm going to work for him. But, Ricky. Ricky, you can't. Not now. I just. I'm sorry, Maestro, but don't make it tougher for me. You know I always wanted to quit. Always hated it. Now I have a good reason. We're taking the plane to Rio tonight. But you can't. Ricky, you can't run out of me like this. I don't figure I'm running out on anybody. But you don't know what's happened. Ricky, you can't quita. I sold you what, you crip? The crip to that. Why didn't you ask me first? I couldn't, Ricky. I have buying and Selling me so much beef on the hoof, it's so much a pound. Buy me and sell me until I can't take any more punishment. And there's no buyer. That's why I'm getting out. Lynn was right. Two, three years in the Crip stable. I'm a punching bag for the new boys. A gibbering idiot like poor Sam here. Who is your junkie? Don't call me. I'll kill you. Shut up, Sam. So Lynn was right, huh? I knew it was her fault. I knew it the minute she walked in here smelling of her perfume. And. Yes, it's all your fault. Why didn't you leave him alone? Myself? He's different from you. He's not your. No, no. You like the way he looked in the sun in. Huh? These muscles and that beautiful body. You. You just had to have him. You had to bring him back to show to your friends, huh? Great catch. You. You scheming, conniving, five cent. Ricky, no. Dan, stop him. You'll kill him. Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. He's choking. All right. I'm all right now. All right. I should have killed him for that. Come on, let's get out of here, Boss. You all right, boys? Yes, sir, I am. Well, he'll like to kill you then. Your face is a funny color. Come, Sam, help me to the couch. Sure, boy. Sure. Say, are you all right now, boys? Hey, sir, I'm all right now, Sam. You're a good boy, Sam. Sure. So Sam's a good boy. Sam's no rat. But Ricky's a rat. Her boss Ricky's a rat. Sam, we. We must do something, Sam. Oh, sure, boss. That Ricky is a ratty. He called me a idiot. I'll kill him. Boss. Sam's a good boy. He don't like for Ricky to do the boss. No hate. I'll kill him. No, no, Sam, please. You must not get excited. Sam, we must think. Sure, boys, let's think. Your lip is. Is all with bleeds. Yes, you're a good boy. He called you an idiot. Yes, but you're a good boy, Sam. I like when you pat me on the head like that. Boss, we have a problem. Sam. Mr. Cripp must not hear about Ricky quitting. Ricky quitting? Boys, something happened to Ricky. An accident. They happen every day, Sam. Oh, sure, accidents happen. When I was a little boy, a crip. And Say, it's a tragic thing, Mr. Cripp. Fine boy like that. You a boy, Mr. Cripp. You were a $50,000 boy, Mr. Cripp. It's a tragic thing, huh? Yes, tragic finale to a promising career. Oh, yeah, boss. The. That will be some tragic. Some. Some finale. Must be an accident, Sam. Mr. Crick must never be able to say. Do you understand that, Sam? Oh, sure, but when I was a little boy. Yeah, boys, Sam. Langton's gym. You know where the main steam valve for the steam room is? What, boys? The valve, Sam. The one that lets the live steam into the steam room. Oh, oh, sure. But the gadget that the guy turns off and on the steamway, huh? That's right. Oh, sure, boss. It's under the stairs in the basement on the other side of the gym. You know, on the side where the pipe. Yes, Sam. Yes? Do you think you could get under the stairs into the basement? Oh, sure. Nobody cares if I go to the basement. Sometimes I go down. Sam. And do you think you could open the valve as wide as it'll go? Open the. For all the steam to go fast into the steam room? Yes, Sam. Oh, boy, that's some hot. All that stain, boy. Hey, you can't stay in there all that hot. The Jew was up the gym when poor Sharky got all hot because the valve broke and the door was stuck. The Jew was there when they brung him out. Boy, that was some looking dead Sharky. All right. All right. Yes, Sam. A very tragic accident. Some tragic. All right, Sam, come here. Take my watch. Can you read the time? Well, sure. What do you think, I'm a dumb. The little hand is on a two and the big hand is on a six. That's right. And that means half past two. No, that's right, Sam. Now, look, when the little hand will be on a five, you see it? And a big hand on a 12 here, it'll be five o'. Clock. That's right. Yeah. You see, I'm no dumb. Five o'. Clock. And at five o', clock, Sam, you must be in the basement at Langton's gym at a steam valve. And exactly five o', clock, Sam, you'll open the valve all the way for all the hot. Yes, Sam, all the hot. Oh, but you can't stay in. Joe was up the gym one shot. It won't be in a steam room, Sam, but Ricky will. Alone. Hotel Ricky Martin's apartment, please. One moment, please. Hello, Ricky. Hello, Ricky. This is what you want. Ricky, please, I. I don't know how to begin. But you. You've got. I've got to see you. There is so much I want to say to you. I'm Sorry. My strong. Look, Ricky, please, just for a few minutes. Please, Ricky. Look, meet me at Langton's gymnasium, huh? Look, you have all. You have all your old boxing things in the locker room. I want you to give them to me. I want to keep them, Ricky, as a souvenir. Well, okay, Maestro, just for a few minutes, though. I have to meet Lynn at the airport at 6. Oh, thank you, Ricky. Forget it. Meet you at Langton's in a half an hour. Fine. Goodbye, Ricky. You'll come, Ricky, and you'll get him in a steam room? Yes, Sam. Yes, I'll get him into the steam room and I'll sit there with him and talk to him and talk to him about this and about that. The steam thick around us, hiding us from each other. When I begin to feel the live heat. Sam at 5 o', clock. Sam at 5 o'. Clock. I'll be talking about old times as I quietly slip out of the room. And he'll be sitting there alone, thinking of all times, not knowing I'm gone and that he's alone until it is too late. He will hear the sudden rush of steam and feel the scalding heat. And he'll run to the door, but he will not open. And he'll pound and scream in agony. But the door will stick and each scream will draw burning steam into his lungs. And then they'll find him. But it'll be too late. Too late. It will be too late. Oh, hello, Ricky. Hello. I'm so glad you came. See, I was just going to take my steam bath. I had to wait until Lynn called me. I told her to meet us at the airport at 6. Oh, good, good, good. Come, Ricky, let's go to the locker room, huh? Look, here is your old locker, Ricky. You have the key? Yes. Here, you open it. Thank you. But first, Ricky, please. I want to tell you how I feel. How I've been so miserable because you should have killed me, Ricky. Maestro. Yes, Ricky. I deserved it. But you see, I wasn't myself. You know that. Let's forget it, Maestro. Go ahead, open the locker. All right. Thank you. See? Look, your punching bag. Look, your trunks, your gloves. And here, look here, Ricky, this pair. This pair you wore the night you beat Kit Foy. Wasn't that a fight, Ricky? How can we ever forget the third round? Remember what the newspaper said? Every word is burned into my memory. Last night, a new star of the ring was born. Ricky Martin. Sensational new welcome. Shut up. Maestro. Yes, sir. I'm sorry, Ricky. I know how you feel. Ricky. Ricky, are you sure? Isn't there one chance that you'll change your mind? No, Maestro, not a prayer. What time is it? It's only about quarter to five. Come on, Ricky. Don't you. Don't you want to have your last team with the old Maestro? Well, I. Come. Well, okay, but remember, old Maestro, five o' clock's my deadline. Oh, well, Ricky, that I guarantee you. Say, who's around at this time of the day, huh? Oh, yo, Sam, I. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am. Oh, sure, I'm sorry. All right, Call me. Put on the boss of slug. Oh, boy, you're gonna be some hot sorry. All right, Sam, stop mumbling. Get going. Some hot tragic finale. All right, get going. Ah, that poor guy. See, Maestro, that's why I'm getting out now. I don't want to look like that in five years. Here's your towel, Ricky. Are you ready? Yeah, I'm ready. How much time we got? Well, it's just a couple of minutes before 5. It's time for a quick steam and a shower and then we meet Lynn, huh? Okay. Good old steam room. You really got that steam up today. Yeah, so thick you can't see your hand in front of you. Yeah, but it's good for you. Come on here. Feel your way over here, Ricky. Come sit here with me on a second chance. Here. Yeah, that's right. Just keep your head down and your eyes closed and relax. Like me. Yes, this feels fine. Yes, you'll begin to feel even better later. Tell me, Ricky, tell me how you met Lynn. Well, she was staying at the same hotel with her mother and father. He came up on business. The right guy, Maestro. You'd like him. Yes, sir, I'm sure I would. One night I just found myself dancing with her. I don't know yet how it happened, but there we were. And after that, well, it seemed like there was nobody else in the world. But we too. I don't know, Maestro, but suddenly I realized that what I wanted most in the world was right there. Something I can't remember having. Something I wanted all the time and with all my heart. I'm tired of hotel rooms and training camps and fight talk and no one and nothing to come home to. I love Lynn. I love a family. They love me. That's all there is, Maestro. I guess that's the crop for any man. Hey, it's. It's getting kind of hot, Maestro. Remember, Ricky? Remember the day we first met, Maestro? Steam is getting a little too much. Remember it was. It Was backstage at the Met. He wanted to be a ballet dance. I must laugh when I think of those days. You had muscle and you had grace and you had power. But you didn't know what to do with them. And I. I show you. Not. Ballad Years of sacrifice for what? I found you and I. I found the ring. And I. I brought the two of you together. And in one year you were near the top. Yes, it was a long year, Ricky. But we went through it together. Yes, I. I can't help feeling that your leaving is. Is almost a tragic finale to a brilliant ring career. A. A what? Yes, a tragic finale. Then when we got your first fight in New York, how nervous you were. Your New York debut. Not at the Met to the music of Offenbach Sketee Parisien. No. But at the Madison Square Garden to the roar of 15,000 troops. Do you remember the. The last thing you said to me before you went into the ring? Remember? Ricky. Ricky, where are you? Ricky, where are you? Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. Ricky, don't leave me here. Ricky. Ricky, come back. Please come back. Ricky, open the door. Ricky. Don't leave me. Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. My. My life. Rick, Please. Will Colonel Joy please go to the reservation desk? Colonel Joy. Attention, please. Flight 17. Clifford Arrio ready. Flight 17 ready. Mr. Gluskin. Ms. Thompson, Captain J. Stevens, Mr. And Mrs. Ricky Martin, Flight 17 board, please. Ricky. Ricky. Here. Hurry. Hello, darling. Sorry I'm late. Come on, we've only got. Where's the Maestro? The Maestro? I left him in the steam room at the gym. Slipped out on him. I couldn't take it. Poor guy's all broken up. He feels like it's. Well, what. What he'd call a tragic finale. Mr. Ricky Martin, board. Flight 17, please. Come on, darling, let's. And so. 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Yes, right now a glassful would be very pleasant as Roma wines bring you Mr. Paul Henry in a remarkable tale of suspense. December 31st, New Year's Eve. I shall identify myself as John Forsyth, my true name, as I have no reason to fear its being known. Or to assume, assume one of a different character. My early life has no place in this narrative. Save only to point out, with the utmost objectivity that I've always been possessed since my tenderest youth of extraordinary intellectual powers. As witness my acquisition at the age of 16 of degrees from not one but three of the leading universities of Europe. Where, despite my British nativity, I spent my formative years. But this fact has no special significance other than as it applies to those events which were set in motion on another New Year's eve in London 15 years ago. For it was on that evening, as I had planned some weeks before it should be that I stood outside a door and listened for confirmation of the relationship I knew existed between my best friend and my wife. Oh, darling, darling, darling. Now, now, now. It's all right, Pam. It's all over now. Yes. Are you happy? Yes. Now that we've decided. Yes. Almost for the first time since I can remember. I know, darling. And I suppose we should feel sorry for him, but I can't. Not after the way he's treated you. Raymond, what do you suppose he'll do? It doesn't matter, Dr. Darling. Tomorrow we'll be on the Atlantic Ocean. And within a month we'll be on my uncle's plantation in Brazil. Where he couldn't Find us if he looked for a hundred years. No, I suppose it doesn't. Now, how long will it take you to pack? Oh, an hour. Well, I ought to be back by then. I've just got to pick up the tickets and earn a few things. All right. Hurry, darling. I will. Goodbye, darling. Goodbye. Good evening, my dear. John. Why, what's the matter, Pamela? You look as though you'd seen a ghost. Why, nothing. You startled me, that's all. You said you were going out of town for the holidays, and you don't usually come in by the back door. You needn't be alarmed. I shall be only a moment. I forgot something. Can I get it for you? Your anxiety for my every wish is touching, but no, thank you. By the way, Pamela, have you any last words? Any what? We may not see each other for a while, you know. What are you talking about? John, what's the matter with you? Oh, my dear, sometimes I wonder if I married you out of infatuation for your beauty or pity for your stupidity. Oh, John, please. Pamela, where do you suppose we shall all be, say, within the month? Does it really matter so much? No. No, I suppose it does not. Within the month, I was on trial for their murder. You are Henry Jenkins, proprietor for the Crown and Lion, number 17 Buxton Street? I'm Jatwin, sir. I am Henry Jenkins, sole owner. Now, will you kindly repeat the words spoken by the prisoner in the dock while in your place of business several weeks ago? Yes, sir. Well, about two weeks ago. One night, Mr. Forsyth there, who's a steady customer of mine, sir, although he's not what you call a sociable man. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Well, sir, all me other customers had gone home, and I was asking Mr. Forsyth to leave also, just so I could close up my shutters, you know, when all of a sudden he looks up at me and he whispers. Kind of horse like, you know. Jenkins, I did it. I finally did it. Well, not knowing what he did, I naturally asked him what he did. And what did the prisoner tell you, Mr. Jenkins? He said, sir, warning me. Warning me to keep it quiet. I found them together and I killed them. And then he laughs in a crazy way. And Eds. And Jenkins, I hid the bodies where no one will ever find them. That's what he said, sir. So help me it is. I saw him burn in what looked to be a lot of bloody clothes in the furnace. It was. And he didn't try to hide him either. Just stared at me kind of odd like, and went right on as brazen as you please. He did. He told me he wasn't worried at all. He said the two of them will never get away together, except if they are dead. I heard him say it on the stair landing one night and several other times in their rooms. Pamela, he says, if you don't stop leering at Raymond Tillotson with those evil eyes of yours, I'll see the two of you in your graves. I warn you, The court feels that it is its duty at this time again to remind the prisoner that he has so far made, nor allowed to be made by counsel in his defence. No cross examination of witnesses nor rebuttal to the charges made by the prosecution of any kind. And that this attitude can only result adversely to his conscience. Cause the prisoner is therefore once more given opportunity at this time to make such rebuttal. Does the prisoner wish to do so? No, your lordship, I do not. Does the prisoner wish to make any statement of any nature whatsoever in his defense? I should merely like to ask the prosecution one question, your lordship. Yes, what is it? Has the prosecution found the bodies? Well, the prisoner wishes to know if the prosecution has yet produced the bodies of the alleged victims of the crime for which he is on trial. Well, no, your lordship, we have not. That is all. To kill them had been my plan and my intention, naturally, but not in the usual stupid way. Such things are done where men gamble their own lives against the lives of those whom they destroy. Every faculty of my intelligence revolted against such a thought. And so for me, the gambler's risk was needless. So I had planned. Was therefore without fear or question that I stood before the court to hear the verdict which in all the writing of it, I had contrived against myself. John Forsyth, the court has given most careful consideration to the fact that the bodies of the named victims have not been presented to this court as due evidence and a surety of murder. A fact which admittedly must alter the circumstances of guilt. But this Crown court, no matter how deeply it desires to aid you, cannot but recognize the fact that you have allowed every shred of evidence and element to point to you as a cold blooded killer. Under such circumstances, questionable though they may be, I can do only as the King's law directs me to do. Tempered with the mercy of his majesty's court. I hereby sentence you to no more than 20 and no less than 10 years at hard labor for the suspected and wilful murders of your wife, one Pamela Felice Forsyth, and one Raymond Elton Tillotson. And may God protect the Crown and the jurisprudence of this court of His Royal Majesty. 10 to 20 years. It was perhaps a bit more than I expected, but I was content. 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It was thus that I began my prison term and my association with William Waters as sallow faced ill fated favored little man who was to be my chief source of amusement and mental exercise for a long time to come. And to illustrate still further the inevitable triumph of the higher intellect over all obstacles and surroundings. So you're the great John Forsyth, eh? You have heard of me then? Not off, I haven't. The luckiest beggar that ever cheated the Angman. Luck. There is no such thing as luck. No now is it? Your sitting here safe and sound and out as free as Air in 15 or 20 years instead of stretching your neck at the end of a rope, eh? I'm here because I choose to be here. That is all. Because you choose to be. Tell me full soth, just between the two of us, how did you do it? By using my brains. And there's many another tried that before and been caught up with simply because they did not really have any brains to start with. No, it's luck, I tell you. Bad luck. Like mine. You wonder. You're the worst bit of luck that ever ruined a man's life, if you wish to call it that. Why not? It was like what happened to you, in a way. The sweetheart, Agnes, her name was, with the biggest, bluest eyes or the prettiest little thing you'd ever hoped to see. And you killed her. I didn't mean to. It was the usual, you know, hard quarter. Dead to rights. But she laughed at me, that was the trouble. Threw it in me face, she did. Next thing I knew, something snapped. When me head cleared, there I was, sitting on the floor beside her, crying like a baby. And her lying there with her pretty blue eyes staring out of her head and her pretty mouth all twisted. Red marks there on her throat. The marks are the two very hands where I'd strangle the life out of her. You weren't unlucky. You were stupid. You killed her without planning it. And what did you do with the body? Cemented her into the wall of the cellar. And the bloke next door at a gas heater exploded and blew out the old ruddy wall between us, it did. The time I got home, there was firemen and bobbies all over the place. And there was Agnes, what was left of her. Lying right out in the middle of the cellar floor for all the world to see. The truly intelligent man foresees every possibility and guards against it. Who could? Who could foresee a thing like that? I could. You could. I stand before you as the living proof of it. In 10 or 15 years I shall be free because I'm intelligent. Whereas you will rot and die here because you are stupid. Pretty clever, ain't. You? Know just about everything there is to know, don't you? No, not everything, but quite a lot of things. For instance, I know something about that cough of yours. Oh, what about it? The color of your skin. The look about your eyes. The way you breathe. I hope you're not afraid to die, Waters. Rubbish. What you talking about? Have you ever heard of retribution, Waters? What? The inevitable fate that pursues and at last destroys the criminal mind. Vengeance, you might call it. Ah, rot. You don't think anything's going to happen to you or me, do you? Not to me, Waters. For the intelligent man foresees and prevents even that. But to you, Waters. Most certainly to you. Oh, indeed. And who's going to do all this? He's known by various names, Waters, but best known as the angel of Death. Retribution. The angel of Death. Absurd, wasn't it? But a most purposeful absurdity. For the intellectual stimulus so necessary to remaining mentally alert during the prison years ahead was here delivered into my hand. An experiment, and one almost impossible under any other conditions. And William Waters would be my guinea pig. An experiment to determine just how far a man might succeed through sheer superiority of intelligence in breaking down and destroying the mind and the body of another by the simple power of suggestion. I suggested nothing directly. Merely a word here, a glance there. Drops of water wearing away the stone. I got a fever again tonight, haven't I, John? No, no. A touch, perhaps, but that is all. My head feels hot. Why does that blasted cough one does it? No, no, you mustn't worry about it. It's every very, very bad for people with your condition to worry. What condition? What condition, John? Oh, why, nothing. People with. With a cough like yours. People who feel. Well, you know, indisposed. That's all. Oh, what's that book you're reading lately? Just a book. A scientific book that I got from the prison library. What sort of a scientific book? General book on medicine. Things like the. Well, let me see it. No, no, no. Yeah, give it. You wouldn't understand. Please give it back to me. You wouldn't be interested. You had it open in this place here, didn't you? This is what you was reading, ain't it? Well, yes, among other things. Tuberculosis. Is that what I got, John? Tuberculosis? Don't be silly. There's nothing seriously wrong with you. You got to tell me. You could. No, I don't want to die. You are not going to die if you take care of yourself. Why should it come to me? I've always been healthy. I'm not old yet. Of course you are not. You're just imagining things. Imagining things? You're worrying too much, that's all. What makes you think I'm worried? Oh, I don't know. Sometimes, you know, when you're asleep. Tell me, do you ever have dreams? What sort of dreams? Oh, about the past or. You mean. You mean about her? Yes. Do you have a dream? You see her lying there on the floor with her eyes bulging out of her head and her mouth all twisted and her tongue all black and swollen. Oh, John, don't. And your fingers digging into her throat. Stop him. Stop it. What's the matter here? He seems somewhat disturbed in his mind this evening, Guard. Oh, he's mind, eh? Oh, that reminds me. Doctor said we was to try to prevail on him to get out of his bunk tomorrow and get outside, get a little exercise and fresh air. Oh, you tell him, eh? Yes, yes. Hey, what was you two muttering about? Oh, he was just telling me what the doctor said about you. What? Well, he wants you to stay in your bunk and get plenty of rest. The time was drawing near. I knew the time for what I had planned as the culmination of my experiment. Waters was having periods of definite delirium. But I waited. I waited for them to become more pronounced. And then one night, when I'd listened to him tossing and muttering for hours in his bunk, I crossed over in the darkness. Oh, no, no, no. Wait, wait. No, it ain't time yet. I don't have to go yet. No. William Waters. I've come for you, William Waters. She sent me, William. She sent me with her eyes staring out of her head with her black, swollen tongue. I'm the angel of death. Take your hands on my throat. Take your angel of death. I will kill you. Death. What's going on in here? I said required you. I had to hit him. The man is out of his mind. He thinks I'm some angel of death or something. There you. Come on now, upon your feet. Come on. Now then, Waters. What's the matter with you, eh, Forsyth. You. It's you what's done this to me. I told you he was out of his head. It's you what's done it to me. I see it now. Come on now. Come and hold me. Oh, get out of here. It was interesting while it lasted. And I've always believed that given a little more time, I could have ended my experiment successfully. But I had other plans to make now. Plans for the day when I would be free. And at last it came. At last I was walking away from the prison gate, a free man. Now began my search. It was not difficult. It led me at last to Paris, to a small apartment where I went tonight. December 31st, New Year's Eve. Yes. Good evening. Good evening. Did you wish to see someone? Don't you recognize me? Well, I do, of course, but. Are you a friend of Pam's? I am indeed. Who is it, darling? It's a friend of yours, dear. A friend of both of you. John? Yes, in fact, your husband, my dear, and Raymond's best friend. John, it's been 15 years. Yes. You only returned to Paris recently, didn't you? Yes, a short time ago. And you never knew that I was convicted and sentenced to prison for your double murder, did you? Murder? Oh, that was quite as I planned it. I knew where you were, but the authorities did not. John. But perhaps you have heard of a curious legal technicality which provides the man cannot be convicted twice for the same crime. So you see, I've already paid for your murders. And now I've come to collect an ancient death. Put down that gun. I then walked calmly from their rooms. I made no effort to hide my face, my trail or my identity. I can now defy every element in life and in law. After 15 years I've committed the crimes for which I have already paid my debt to society. I shall mail this letter to the police. Who may give it to the newspapers? Who? Whoever wants it. Although it is now a matter of indifference to me if the world remarks of the upon my cleverness or my patience for my life is complete. No man has ever known such happiness. John Forsyth. Yes, yes, come in. Madame Leclerc, I have a letter now ready. I wish you to mail for me. I've come for you, John Forsyth. Waters. I'm not Waters any longer. How did you get out? They said I was insane, so I hadn't been responsible when I killed her. And then they said I was cured, sane again. And then they let me out. But there was one thing they never knew. They never knew who I really was. What are you talking about? That's why I've come for you, John Forsyth. Me? I am the chosen messenger of an I. A pyre. Look here. What a John Forsyth. And the story ends with a newspaper clipping. Let me read it to you. Paris, January 1st. This gay metropolis spent one of its quietest New Year's Eves in recent years. In all greater Paris, there are only two recorded deaths by violence, both of which, by a strange coincidence, occurred within a few yards of each other. The first was the fatal shooting by an unknown assailant of an Englishman, John Forsyth. The second victim, unidentified, had apparently leaped from a window or roof of the same dwelling occupied by Forsyth. Police were at a loss to explain a weird black silk robe and cape worn by the man, Genevieve Leclerc, concierge of the building, alleges to have heard a voice repeating an English phrase, I am the angel of death, just before the suicidal leap. However, this can hardly have any bearing on the case, since the said phrase was undoubtedly uttered by New Year's revelers in the neighborhood. Suspense presented by Roma Wines R O M A made in California for enjoyment throughout the world. How much more pleasureful any meal becomes when Roma wine is served. 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Next Thursday, same time, Roma wines will bring you Mr. Phil Terry as star of suspense radio's outstanding theater thrills. Produced by William Speer for the Roma Wine Company of Fresno, California. This is cbs, the Columbia Broadcasting System. In just a moment, Autolight presents Suspense with Claude Rains and Vincent Price. More coffee on now? I believe not. Hap and I want to thank you and Mary for a marvelous meal. A delightful, delicious deluvele dinner. You're more than welcome, Harlow. Uhoh. Here comes Mary with that. Who's going to wash the dishes looking her eye? You better start talking about Autolight resistor spark plugs and fans. Ah, yes, of course, Hap. Autolite resistor spark plugs. As I was saying, right now by Cornelius is the time when all good men who know good things will come to the aid of their cars with a set of brand new new wide gap auto light resistor spark plugs. Why, with their wide spark gap, those auto light resistor spark plugs do things for a car. Your old narrow gap spark plugs just can't match. Why, they're marvelous. They're magnificent. By Cornelius. They're matchless. You're sparking, Harlow. But let's switch to suspense. Suspense. Autolite and its 60,000 dealers and service stations bring you radio's outstanding theater of thrills. Starring tonight, Mr. Claude Raines and Mr. Vincent Price in Anton Leaders production of the hands of Mr. Ottermo. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Tell me, Sergeant. Yes. Why do you think the Strangler killed the five times, he did. Six times, Mr. Newspaperman. Six. Yes, well, I suppose you do know as much about the Strangler as I do. How long have you been on the police for, Sergeant? This is my 15th year as a member of His Majesty's Metropolitan Police, Mr. Newspaperman. For 10 years I walked the beats of the Casper Street Station. And for the past five years I've been a sergeant of that station. In 15 years you learn a lot about many things. Including murder. Oh, yes, murder. It's a word and a deed which has fascinated more people than you and I could count. By all means, Sergeant, let's talk about murder. You'd think there'd be little murder in such a district, wouldn't you, Mr. Newspaperman? Murder for a bit of heading. Cup of tea. Nothing there to take except lives. And it was there that the Strangler came to practice his grim trade. Already it struck the once on Lagos street, once on Breen Street. His strong white hands reaching for an unexpecting throat. Then he vanished into the darkness, leaving behind something that once had been a living, breathing human. What was his gain? Perhaps no more than the satisfaction of a job well done. Perhaps he felt he'd done some poor devil a favor. That a sympathetic force led him to his victims. The same as a cyclone picks one corner and misses another. I was thinking about that the night I first met you, Mr. Newspaperman. I was walking down Mallorne Inn when I saw you standing in the shadows. Good evening, Officer. Stand where you are. Who are you? From the Daily Herald, officer. Oh, newspaper man, eh? What you doing here? Oh, looking for a. Are you expecting to catch the Strangler, officer? What would you know about the strangler, Mr. Newspaper Man? Only that he likes your district and that you have no idea who he is. That's right. He could be anybody who's about in this district at night. Perhaps even a newspaper man. You suspect that I might be making my news before I write. And I shall keep that in mind for dull days. Good night, sir. All right. I watched you, Mr. Newspaperman, as you walked away. Watched and thought of the force that moved the Strangler about the same time that force, whatever it was, brought The Strangler to Mr. Wybrow, an honest worker whom I've seen so many times. I can tell you nearly exactly how he spent his last few minutes on earth. I know the very sound of his footsteps, almost his every thought. And I can hear the footsteps of the man who followed him. It was six o' clock of an evening and Mr. Wybrow was going home from work. He stepped off the tram at High street and Mallorn End and walked slowly, wondering if his missus would have herring or had a Frisbee. It was a wretched night and he could taste the fog in his throat, feel the dampness through the soles of his shoes. He turned down Lagos street and the footsteps behind turned with him. And so, one behind the other, the two men walked through Lagos and turned into Loyal Lane. Any man Other than Mr. Wybrow might have heard some warning in the footsteps. Footsteps that followed him. Something that said, Beware. Beware. Beware. No. The foot of a killer falls just as quietly as the foot of any other worker. But those footfalls were bearing a pair of hands to Mr. Mr. Wybrow. And there is something in hands behind him. Even then, those hands were flexing themselves, feeling the strength run down through the strong fingers. Mr. Wybrow was almost home. He turned down Casper street, plodding along through the dim light. Small dog barked at the figures. Voices drifted out from the shabby houses. But Mr. Wybau paid no attention to them or to the steps which followed him. Ahead of Mr. Wybrow was his own house, and he walked a little faster maybe. It looked like he was going to get away. But the man behind only smiled and followed at the same pace. Mr. Wybrow turned in at his own gate and opened the door. He stepped inside. Yes? What's for tea, Flossie? Erin, you're lucky to be getting that. Who's that? How do I know before I've opened the door? If it's a collector, he can just nip off. Well, what? And that is how Mr. And Mrs. Wybrow became the third and fourth, but not the last victims of the strangling horror. For suspense, Autolyte is bringing you Mr. Claude Rains and Mr. Vincent Price in radio's outstanding theater of thrills. Suspense. Say, Hap, let me tell you about a foolish fellow who got the outside of his car all dolled up with doodads, trinkets, fox tales and whatnot. All right. And then by Cornelius, he comes chuggalugging up the avenue with misfiring so spark plugs and his engine sounding like a stutt. Stut. Stuttering teapot. Hey, friend, I yelled at him, why don't you switch to a set of those smooth firing autolite resistor spark plugs and make that bus of yours sound as fancy as it looks? And what did he answer? This guy said to me, plugs is plugs. Well, auto light resistor spark plugs, I corrected him, are different. They've got a 10,000 ohm resistor ignition engineered right into the spark plug that permits the auto light resistor spark plug to maintain a much wider spark gap Setting this extra wide gap friend lets your car idle smoother. Gives you better luck with lean gas mixtures. Actually saves gas. What's more, auto light resistor spark plugs cut down spark plug interference with radio and television reception. Pipe that bad? Stelling him. Wow, he says. Can you back up all that sales talk? Ah, listen, pal, I told him these are just a few fine and fancy facts. And what's more, those wide gap auto light resistor spark plugs are one of over 400 automotive, aviation and marine products world famous for their Autolite engineered dependability. Then one honor. I'll tell you the rest. After suspense Hap. And now Autolyte brings back to a Hollywood soundstage. Mr. Claude Rains and Mr. Vincent Price. In the hands of Mr. Ottermo. A tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. Sergeant, did you ever stop to wonder at the pranks of fate? Mr. Whybrow died at the one moment when there was no one around to witness his death. That's true. A few minutes earlier, perhaps a few minutes later, there were people on the street. Think how different it might have been if. If you had arrived there earlier than you did. Perhaps, Mr. Newspaper Man. But I'd finished. My evening team was walking through Casper street to the station. Mr. Wybrow was still lying on the door of his house, his wife on the floor a little beyond him. Both were dead. I blew my whistle. The constable came on the run. We searched the house, then talked to the neighbors on either side. Nobody had heard anything except Mrs. Wybrow's scream. And they thought that just a family fight. There's no sign of anything but brutal murder. While we waited for the ambulance, I suddenly remembered something. Smithers. Yes, sir. Just before I found them, I saw you standing at the end of the lane. What were you up to there? I thought I saw a suspicious character mucking about there, sir. And I was keeping an eye on him. Suspicious character be blasted. You don't want to look for suspicious characters. You want to look for murderers. Yes, sir. Think we'll get him, sir? Well, just between you and me, Smithers, I have my doubts. With a man who kills to get a few bob, you know he's going to keep on because as. As soon as he's broke, he'll slosh another one. But a man like this, you don't know when he'll strike again. Or if he'll strike again. Back at the station, the newspaper men were waiting for the story, having scented it the way dogs will smell out the fresh track of a fox. There was one newspaper man at all, with shoulders and arms that more like a coal heaver than a journalist, who kept asking about clues as though he wanted to solve the case himself. That was you, Mr. Newspaperman. Or maybe you just wanted to find out how much we knew. After the newspaperman left, I was in my office finishing up my report when there was a knock on the door. Who's there? Do you mind if I come in, Sergeant? Oh, it's you. Yes, I. I thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask. You know, it seems to me you are around all the time, so. Yes. And now you want to ask more questions. I'm afraid we can't give out any more information than you already have. Half a minute, Sergeant. All the papers are going to do a regular story on the strangling monster. I thought I'd like to do something different, more of a mood piece. Now you look like an intelligent man, Sergeant. Well, I thought you might help. Well, maybe I can, maybe I can't. What do you want to know? What sort of a man do you think the killer is? You really think he's a monster who can slip through the night without being seen? No. No, I think he's probably a very ordinary man. Everyone, even our own constables, is looking for a monster instead of the man standing next to them. No, this man can move about and no one sees him because he's an ordinary man and it's ordinary for him to be around. He. He might be a boot black, the man who makes deliveries. Or even a policeman or a journalist. Why do you say that? I don't think I meant Anything personal, Mr. Newspaper Man. I meant that he is merely someone you look at and never think that maybe he might strangle someone. Your theory is very interesting, Sergeant. And do you also think that you'll catch him? Well, if he's caught, short of actually catching him in the act, it'll be because of only one thing. Oh, and that is? Curiosity. Curiosity? Yes. He'll be nabbed if his curiosity is too great, if he wonders how near others are to him, if he has to ask questions and then returns to ask still more question. Later that evening, I went out into the district, visiting beat after beat. The presence of the killer. The straining horror was in the air. The entire district was given over not to panic, for London never yields to that, but to fear of the unknown. And while the community still gasped over the deaths of Mr. And Mrs. Wybrow, while fear was moving into every tenement, the killer made his next move. Conscious of the horror caused by his hands and as hungry for more as any giddy girl at her first performance in the music hall. His hands reached out again. Well, I was cutting through Clemming street when I saw you again, Mr. Newspaperman. You slipped along the street, peering into alleys. Even then I had a hunch to stop you and I felt I had no real reason to suspect you, so I walked on. Peterson and Joiner were patrolling Johnnigan Road. It was just 9:32 when I met Joanna. Near the middle of the street. I spoke to him and went on. At 9:33, I met Peterson coming back from the other end of the street. I answered his greeting and passed, intending to go to the end of the beat and cut over to Logan Passage. Then, during the few seconds that everyone's back was turned towards the spot where he stood, the killer struck again. Joiner here. What's up? Good heavens, it's Peterson. Yeah, it's Peterson. Dead like the rest of them. Strangled right under our noses. Where were you, Joiner? I just reached the end of my beat, Sergeant. Was already turning when I heard your whistle. And I just passed him on my way to Logan. Then we were covering both ends of the street. He must have come from Minnow street or Clemming street and gone back the same way before we could see him. It is dimly lit around here, sir. Say, what's up, Constable? I heard Sam, where you are? Oh, it's you, Mr. Newspaper Man. Yes. So he struck again. What happened, Sergeant? I've been checking the beats. I came up here passing Joiner and then Peterson here. I was at this end of the street, Joiner that, with Peterson in between us. Going towards Joiner, he cried out once and then was like this. We saw no one. Where were you when you heard my whistle? On Clemming street, perhaps half a square down. And no one passed that way. That means that he must have come from Minow. Shall I ring in, sir? Go ahead, Joiner. Half a square down Clemming street, were you? That's right. That's where you were more than five minutes ago when I passed. And you were coming this way. Well, I thought I saw something in one of the alleys and stop to look closer. Oh, now come, Sergeant, let's not start. Suspecting each other. The mutual suspicion of this district is catching. Yeah, I suppose it is. Yes, of course. Still, there's a murderer who Must be caught, Mr. Newspaper Man. The following day I was back on duty early. You know, the sight of a uniformed sergeant somehow gave the people a bit more confidence than that of the constables. Bobbies are well enough in their way, but you know, your average Londoner likes to see more important officials around when things are a bit rough. The talk in the pubs and on the streets was all cut from the same cloth. And the pattern was fear. I say the strangler, some posh who's off his beam thinks as I we ain't squeezed dry enough. So he nips over, squeezes a little more and pops back to the West End. Oh, you're bomby. Eat a leg. Didn't he get a peeler last night? And don't that prove it? He's a bleeding Jack the Ripper, that's what he is. And he'll bloody well kill a lot of us without a single bloody flick to stop him. He got a bobby, didn't he? And when Bobby's crawling all over the place and not want to lay hand on him and who's to stop him? That's what I want to know. I walked the streets, dropping a bit of cheer here and there. Four or five times I saw you again, Mr. Newspaper Man. Your dark face twisted with emotion as you listened to the talk. This too was queer, for you were the only newspaper man I saw in the whole district. By 9 o' clock I was in Richards Lane, a narrow street, partly a stall market and partly cheap homes. On one side was the shattered wall of the railway yard. The wall of the railway yard put a shadow over the street so that even a garbage can looked like a man crouching. Farther down the street the outline of the empty market stalls looked like a bunch of ghosts waiting for the man who would send them more ghosts. There was no one on the street, no one to witness that which was about to be. Then suddenly, in the time between one footfall and another, the wall of silence was broken. Help. He's here. And then the lane came to life. It seemed like they were all released by that scream. All along the street doors opened and people poured into the street muttering as the stored up anger vacation to overcome their fear. They milled around uncertain which way to turn. Then. Then the whistle pointed the direction to them. Gathering like dark clouds, they moved down on the cottage where I stood with the constables. The sight of so many of Us made them feel that he would now be caught. And that anger came up in answer to it. Well, go in and get him. What you're waiting for. He's through killing. Now go and get him, you bloody feelers. He ought to be strung up, that's what I. Break it up. Break it up. Move back, all of you. Joiner, get around to the back and meet the constables there. Martin, Addison, take the house on the left. Jones, Steadmans, take the house on the right. Mitch, you come with me. Save a piece of information, Sergeant. Inside the cottage, a whole family lay dead, falling around the supper table. One look at their necks showed us the strangler's trademark again. But there was nothing in that cottage except death. One by one, the constables came back to report nothing. Once more he had killed and slipped away again. I looked out again. The crowd now beginning to move back as they realized we were empty handed. Suddenly I saw in the front ranks your face again. The newspaper man who seemed to be. Everywhere I turned. There was a light in your face, a light that was almost happiness. And looking at you in that brief second, I was aware that there were two of us who now knew the identity of the murderer. With the crowd shifted back, began to lose themselves in the shadows and you were gone before I could move. The strangler had struck again and again we were empty handed as we waited for the ambulance. You may have been empty handed, Sergeant, but I'm sure there were enough thoughts in your head to make up for the lack of something to put your hands on. Dark thoughts, perhaps. Yes, I did think, Mr. Newspaperman. I tried to imagine what you were doing during the next hour. I thought perhaps that you went to the nearest pub and sat alone at the bar, attended by a frightened barmaid. I think you dismissed the strangling horror from your mind and thought only of the glass of stout and the sandwich, for even such men as you must rebuild their strength. I think you looked at the sandwich, noticing that it was skimpy, as bar sandwiches usually are. And you may have thought idly of the inventor of the sandwich, the Earl of Sandwich, then of George the Fourth, then of all the Georges, as any good Englishman might. And so to that George, who wondered how the apple got into the apple dumpling. It was while thinking of that and how the ham got into the ham sandwich that your mind came back to the people who had been murdered. Maybe it was then that you thought of the simplest fact of all that the murderer could escape by either running away or by standing still. It was then, I think, that you got up from the bar without finishing your sandwich. It was perhaps 20 minutes later that you walked down the street and met the man you were looking for. Well, Seen anything of the murderer, Sergeant? Oh, it's you again. Yes. No. Nor is anybody else and I doubt if they ever will. I don't know. He's already struck five times. I've been thinking about it and I've got an idea. So yes, yes, came to me all of a sudden and I felt that we'd all been blind. It's been staring us in the face. Oh, has it now? Well, if you're so sure, why not give us the benefit of it? I'm going to. Yes, yes, it seems quite simple now. But there's still one more point I don't quite understand. I mean the motive. Now, as man to man, tell me, Sergeant Otter Mole, just why did you kill those inoffensive people? Well, to tell the truth, Mr. Newspaper Man, I don't know. But I've got an idea just like you. Everybody knows we can't control the workings of our mind. Ideas come into our heads without being asked. But everybody's supposed to be able to control his body. Why, we get our minds from heaven knows where, from people who were dead years before we were born. Some say maybe we get our bodies the same way. Our faces, our legs, our hands, they aren't completely ours. And couldn't ideas come into our bodies like ideas come into our minds? Couldn't ideas live in muscles as well as in a brain? Couldn't it be that parts of our bodies aren't really us? And couldn't ideas come into them all of a sudden like ideas come into my hands? You see, Mr. Newspaper man, it was six. One other thing the newspaper man did while he was in that pub. He called his newspaper and told them his idea and said he was coming to meet me. And so they're hanging me, killing me for something which my hands did. I had nothing to do with it, you can see that. But what hurts me the most is what the judge said when he sentenced me. It's not true. It's not true. I tell you that if I lived, someday these hands, my hands they say, might reach out for you. Thank you Claude Rains and Vincent Price for a splendid performance. Mr. Rains and Mr. Price will return in just a moment. Harrow, you were telling me. Oh yes, yes. Well, Hap. The next time I saw this fancy fellow his gadget laden car was humming and purring up the street as smooth as the Slippery glide of a slide trombone. I got my auto light resistor spark plugs. He yelled to me as he whirled by, and they're terrific. Well, by Cornelius, this fellow had the right dope. Because, friends, when you replace your old narrow gap spark plugs with the wide gap auto light resistor spark plugs, you can really tell the difference in your car. So if you don't already have a set of auto light resistor spark plugs, drive down tomorrow to your nearest auto light dealer and treat your car right. Switch to auto light. And, friends, remember, to auto light means spark plug ignition engineered resistor spark plug auto light means batteries day full battery Auto light means ignition system. The lifeline of your car. And now, here again is Mr. Claude Rains. The hands of Mr. Ottermole has always been one of my favorite mystery stories. And so it was a great pleasure to be able to play it on suspense, one of my favorite radio programs. What about you, Vincent? Well, I agree with you on both counts, Claude. And in addition, I found it refreshing to play the murder victim for a change instead of the murderer. By the way, Claude, what will we be hearing on Suspense next week? A treat you won't want to miss. One of Hollywood's most glamorous stars, Ms. Rosalind Russell in a top story, the Sisters, another gripping study in suspense. Claude Rains will soon be seen in the Paramount picture the Sin of Abby Hunt. Vincent Price can currently be seen with Lana Turner, Gene Kelly and June Allison in Metro Goldwyn Mayer's Technicolor production, the Three Musketeers. Tonight's suspense play was the famous story by Thomas Burke, adapted for radio by Ken Crosson with music composed by Lucas Lucian Morowek and conducted by Lud Gluskin. The entire production was under the direction of Anton M. Leiter. In the coming weeks, suspense will present such stars as James Cagney, Ronald Coleman, William Bendix and others. Make it a point to listen each Thursday to suspense radio's outstanding theater of thrills. And next Thursday, same time, hear Rosalind Russell in the Sisters. This is the Autolite suspense show. Turn in your scrap steel to your local scrap dealer. The more scrap, the more steel. Good night. Switch to auto light. This is cbs, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Lady esther presents the screen guild players. The screen guild play tonight, casablanca. The starling players. This is humphrey bogart, this is ingrid bergman, and this is paul henry. Tonight, Lady Astor presents the Screen Guild Players in Warner Brothers. Exciting story of romance and intrigue in wartime Africa. Casablanca. With the original stars of the picture, Paul Henry as Victor Laszlo Ingrid Bergman as Ilsa Lund and Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine. Barely escaping the conquering Germans entrance into Paris Rick Blaine fled to Casablanca. There, months before the American troops landed, he was operating Rick's American cafe. Casablanca swarmed with refugees and Casablanca's more permanent foreign residents did a land office business and exit visas and letters of transit. Rick, however, avoided involvement in that dangerous business until the night our story began. He was in his office above the cafe where he could watch and hear the crowd below when his head waiter called to him. Yes, Carl? A prefector, please. Captain Reynold would like to speak to you. I'll send him in. Yes, Orick. We'll see you, Captain Reynolds. Thank you, Carl. Hello, Rick. Hello, Louis. Why the formality? Well, I have some unpleasant news for you, Ricky. You mean you're looking for more grab? Oh, no, no, no. At least not right now. My men arrested Ugarte on his way to your roulette wheel, Ricky. Well, except to Ugati. What's so unpleasant about that? In itself, nothing. But we arrested Ugati for murdering two German couriers and stealing their letters of transit. Ugarti did not have those letters of transit when he was arrested. And he's seen no one but you, Ricky, since the murder. What are you building up to, Louis? Arresting me? No, not immediately at any rate. I just want to give you a word of advice. Ugandi was going to sell those letters tonight to Victor Laszlo. Laszlo? Here In Casablanca? Yes. You know, Ricky, this is the first time I've ever seen you so impressed. As head of the underground movement, Laszlo's impressed half the world. Yes, it's my duty to see that it does not impress the other half. Rick, Laszlo must never reach America. He stays in Casablanca. 20,000 francs says he doesn't make it 10,000. After all, I'm only a poor, corrupt official. That is a bet. Well, no one else would dare supply Laszlo with exit visas, Ricky. And since he can't leave Casablanca without them make certain that you don't give him those letters. A trance. But I. Oh, you needn't deny it, Rick. I'm certain you have the letter. Even if I had those letters, Louis, you know I stick my neck out for nobody. That's too date. But I suspect, Ricky, under that cynical shell, you're a sentimentalist. Now, if you'll come downstairs with me I'll introduce you to Major Strasser and Victor Laszlo. And his charming companion. The most beautiful woman who has ever come to Casablanca. You must remember this, a kiss is still A kiss, a sigh is just a sigh the fundamental things apply as time goes by yes, boss. I thought I told you never to play that song again. Well, boss, you see, I didn't really. Sam's not to blame, Rick. I asked him to play it. You, Hilda? Yes, Rick. Ilse. What are you doing in Casablanca? Just traveling through with Victor Laszlo. Where is he? He'll be right back. He's looking for someone. Well, I found your wandering escort, Mademoiselle Lunde. Ricky. I have the honor of introducing old acquaintances, Captain Renault. Oh, you know each other? Well, then, Ricky, do you also know this is Mr. Victor Laszlo? Well, here's a great deal about Rick and Casablanca and about Victor Laszlo everywhere. I congratulate you. What for? Oh, your work. Thank you. I try. We all try. You succeed. I can't get over you and Mademoiselle Lun knowing each other. Ricky, under the circumstances, it worries me. Well, it needn't. Let's see. Rick, the last time we met, was it La Belleroy? How nice. You remembered. But, of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris. I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue. I don't wish to be the one to say, dear sir, but it's late. You come again, Monsieur Blaine. Anytime. Will you say good night to Sam for Merick? I will. There's still nobody in the world who can play as Time Goes by like Sam. I'll tell him. That's what she said. Sam, Nobody can play as Time Goes by like you. Aren't you going to stop drinking and go to bed? No. Play as Time Goes By, Sam. Oh, I don't think I can remember. If she can stand it, I can play it. I got a date with a memory in Paris. You must remember this. A kiss is still a kiss A sigh is just a sigh the fundamental things of blood has come. Now I really know the meaning of happiness, Richard. It's being here in Paris with you, the German army, 50 miles away. Who are you really? Ilse, what were you before you came to Paris? At the beginning, we said no questions. Richard. You know, I can't help wondering why I should be so lucky. Why I should find you waiting for me to come along. Why there is no other man in my life. Well, that's easy. There was. He's dead. I'm sorry. I know we said no questions. I'll never ask another. Richard, you must leave Paris before the Germans arrive. You're on their blacklist, their role of honor. Don't joke, Richard. You must leave. No no, no, no. We must leave. Yes. Yes, of course. The train for Marseille leaves at 5. Why don't we get married? Marseille? Oh, that's too far ahead to plan. Hilda, what's the matter? Nothing, darling, nothing. It's just that I love you so much. Oh, it's a crazy world. Anything can happen. If you shouldn't get away if something should keep us apart wherever you are, wherever I'll be I want you to know. Richard. Kiss me as if. As if it were the last time. A kiss is still a kiss. A sigh is just a sigh. The fundamental things up. Boss. Wake up. Boss, you gotta wake up. That lady's here. This ain't no memory in Paris. She's right here, as drunk as I am, sir. No. No, he's not. Rick, I'm here. I left Victor at the hotel and came back. I'm. I have to talk to you. Funny about your voice. How it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. Richard, dear, I'll go with you any place. We'll get on a train together and we'll never stop. No, please. Please. I can understand how you feel. You understand how I feel. How long was it we had? I didn't count the days. I did. Every one of them. Mostly I remember the last one. You and I were going to run away from Paris together. But you didn't meet me at the station, did you? Please, Ricky. That was a wild finish. Me standing on the platform, the last train, about to pull out. But you didn't show up. And Sam had to push me on the train. The Rick I loved in Paris would let me me explain. But this Rick looking at me with hatred. I'll be leaving Casablanca soon. We'll never see each other again. You'll see me before you go. No, Rick. Oh, yes, you will. Some night. You'll lie to Laszlo and come to me. No. No. You see, Victor Laszlo is my husband. And was, even when I knew you, in par. Well, Laszlo, I wondered when you'd come to see me. Captain Reno and Major Stasser kept me busy for the past 24 hours. There's no use fencing around. You've come about those letters of transit, haven't you? Yes, I have. You and Strasser and Reno. Seems to be the general impression in Casablanca that I have those letters. Suppose we assume that you have them. All right, go ahead. You must know it's very important I get out of Casablanca. Why you more than any of the others, stuck here. It's my privilege to be one of the leaders of a Great movement. You know what I've been doing. You know what it means to the work, to the lives of thousands and thousands of people that I reach America in? Don't you ever wonder if what you're fighting for is worth all this? We might as well question why we breathe. If we stop breathing, we die. If we stop fighting today's enemies, the world will die. What of it? And it'll be out of its misery. You know, Mr. Blaine, you sound like a man trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart. That wasn't always your attitude. You ran guns to Ethiopia. You fought against the fascists in Spain. I was well paid on both occasions. A winning side would have paid you better. Isn't it strange that you always happen to be fighting on the side of the underdog? Well, let's say that I'm a poor businessman. Are you businessman enough to appreciate an offer of hundred thousand francs for those letters? Oh, I appreciate it. But if you offered me a million francs, I wouldn't accept it. Very well then. You have the letters of transit. You won't give them to me. But I want Ilsa to be safe. Monsieur Blaine, I ask you as a favor to use the letters to take her away from Casablanca. You love her that much? Yes, I love her that much. Sorry, but it's no deal. But why? I suggest that you ask your wife. My wife? Yes. Who's singing that song? Strasser and his Gestapo agents. They followed me here. Don't start anything. I don't want any trouble in here. That'll force Renault to close the my joint. You have no objections to your band accompanying me while I sing, do you? No, go ahead. I'm neutral. One customer can sing. They can all sing. They all will sing. Are you ready? Yeah, we're ready, Mr. Laszlo. Then play it. And so ends Act 1 of Casablanca. Starring Ingrid Bergman, Humphrey Bogart and Paul Henry. In just a moment, we will hear Act 2. But first, here's a word from our hostess, Lady Esther. Don't you just love this time of the year when everything seems to be taking on new life, new beauty? You know, your skin is changing too, these days. From the winter weary dryness of February and March to the lovely spring like freshness of April. And what a pity it is for anyone to hide that fresh young look of the skin. That lively awakening April look of the skin with a mask like face powder. Does the powder you use accent the fresh, delicate tones April brings to your skin or does it hide them cruelly? Cover Them up make your skin look a little pasty and drab. 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And now the curtain rises on the second act of Casablanca. Starring Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine Ingrid Bergman as Ilsa Lund and Paul Henry as Victor Laszlo. Angered by the manner in which the patrons of Rick's cafe joined Victor Laszlo in singing the Marseillaise Major Strasser forced Captain Reynaud to close Rick's place and ordered Victor Laszlo and Ilsa Lund to remain in their hotel. Victor, I'm frightened. Please don't go to the underground meeting tonight. To tell you the truth, my dear, I'm frightened too. So shall I hide here in a hotel room or shall I carry on the best I can? Whatever I would say, you would carry on. Since our friend Rick has refused to part with those letters of transit what else am I to do? Did. Did Rick give you any reason? He suggested I ask you. Ask me? Yes. Ilsa, when I was in the concentration camp were you lonely in Paris? Yes, Victor, I was. I know how it is to be lonely. I love you very much, my dear. Yes. Yes, I know. Victor, whatever I do, will you believe that? You don't even have to say it. I believe I must get to the underground meeting now. Good night, my dear. Good night. Hello, Rick. Well, I told you you'd be around to see me but this is a little ahead of schedule. Richard, I had to see you. Oh, so I'm Richard again. We're back in Paris. Please. Your unexpected visit isn't connected by any chance with the letters of transit, is it? Richard, you can ask any price but you must give me those letters. I went all through that with your husband. It's no deal, Richard. We loved each other once more. If those days meant anything at all to you I wouldn't bring up Paris if I were you. Poor salesman. Please. Please listen to me. If you knew what really happened, I wouldn't believe you no matter what you told me. You'll say anything now to get what you want? Richard, don't you understand? You are our last hope. If you don't help us, Victor Laszlo will die in Casablanca. I'm going to die in Casablanca. It's just a spot for it. Now, if you. Well. Well, I. I see you come prepared for anything. Give me that gun. No. I tried to reason with you. I tried everything. Now, if you don't give me those letters, I'll shoot. Go ahead. Get me those letters. Now. They're. They're right here in my pocket. I don't have to. If you want them, you'll have to kill me to get them. If. Lazlo. If the underground means so much, you won't stop at anything. And if you don't shoot fast I'm going to take that gun away from you. Now give it to me. Oh. Oh, Richard. I tried to stay away. I thought I. I would never see you again. That you were out of my life. If you knew what I went through the day you left Paris. How much I loved you. How much I still love. We had been married only three weeks when Victor got word that they needed him in Prague. He was captured almost immediately and sent to a concentration camp. Then came word he was dead. I was lonely before, but then I had nothing left, not even hope. Until I met. But why didn't you tell me all this in Paris? Victor made me promise to keep our marriage a secret. He was afraid that if the Gestapo found out I was his wife it would be dangerous for me and for those working with us. I kept my promise. And then you got word he'd escaped. Yes. A friend called, telling me that he was ill and hiding in a freight car near Paris. I didn't tell you because you wouldn't have left Paris and they would have caught you. Well, you know the rest. It's still a story without an ending. What about now? I'll never have the strength to go away from you again. And Laszlo? You'll help him now, won't you, Richard? Yes. He'll have his work, all the things he's been living. All except you. I can't fight it anymore. I don't know what's right any longer? You'll have to think for both of us, Richard. For all of us. I've already made up our minds. And I think I can arrange everything with Renault. Here's the setup, Louis. I'm selling out my place and leaving Casablanca on tonight's plane. The last plane. And I'm taking Ilsa Lund with me. Ilsa's Victor Laszlo's wife. Louis, I'll make a deal with you. What is it? I want to be sure that Laszlo doesn't escape this time. If you could get him on a real criminal charge would that be a feather in your cap? It most certainly would. Germany. She would be grateful and be at my place a half hour before the plane leaves. I'll arrange for Laszlo to be there thinking I'll sell him the letters of transit when I hand them to him. That'll give you the criminal grounds for making the arrest. Ricky, I'll miss you. Apparently, the only one in Casablanca that has even less scruples than I. Thanks. Oh, and by the way, Louie, come for Laszlo alone. I'm taking no chances on a double cross, even from you. Double cross? Why, Ricky, you might get ideas about slapping me in the jug for selling those letters, you know. Well, don't forget, a half hour before plane time. Alone. Don't worry, Ricky. This is an honor I'll share with no one. Mr. Blaine, I don't know how to thank you. There's no time for that. You won't have any trouble in Lisbon, will you? No, it's all arranged. Good. Well, here are the letters. Monsieur Blaine. Mr. Laszlo, you're under arrest on a charge of accessory to the murder of the couriers from whom those letters were stolen. Now, just a minute. Nobody's gonna be arrested, Louis. Not for a while yet. Rick, put that gun down. Have you lost your mind? Stay where you are, Louis. I wouldn't like to shoot you, but I will if you take one more step toward me. Keep your hands away from your pistol. Well, I suppose you know what you're doing, but I wonder if you realize what this means, Rick. Perfectly, in fact. Captain Renault, we'll take you along as our hostage so there won't be any trouble at the airport. Only 10 minutes till the plane leaves. We have to hurry. I'll go get the luggage aboard. Coming here, sir? No, no. I'll wait here with Rick and the captain. I'll be right back. Those letters of transit are in blank, Louie. You fill in the names. That'll make it even more official. You think of everything. Ricky. The names to fill in are Mr. And Mrs. Victor Laszlo. Mr. But why my name, Richard? Because you're getting on that plane. But what about you? I'm staying here to keep Captain Renault company till the plane leaves. No, no. Richard, what has happened to you? Last night we said. Last night we said a great many things. Did you mean everything you said? You know I did. You said I'd have to do the thinking for all of us. Well, my thinking adds up to your getting on that plane with Victor. No. But, Richard, I know what you're going to say. That you belong here with me. Yes. But if you stayed here, we'd both land in the concentration camp. Isn't that right, Louis? I'm afraid that Major Strasser would insist. You're only saying this to make me go. I'm no good at being noble, Ilse. I'm saying it because it's right. What about us? We'll always have Paris. We didn't have it. We lost it. Until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night when I said that I would never leave you. Everything is in order. Are you ready here, sir? Las Loders. Something I'd like you to know before you leave. I know, Miss Uric. Ilse has taught me all I need to know about you and herself. I don't ask you to explain anything. I'm going to anyway. Might make a difference to you later. Last night, Ilse tried everything to get those letters. When nothing else worked, she did her best to pretend that she was still in love with me. That was all over long ago. For your sake, she tried to pretend it wasn't I. I tried to let her pretend. We couldn't even fool ourselves. Rich. Mr. Blaine, welcome back in the fight. This time our side will win. Shall we board a plane, Ilse? Yes, Victor. I'm ready. God bless you, Richard. Goodbye. Well, I suppose you know this isn't going to be pleasant for either of us. Ricky, I have to arrest you. Of course. When the plane leaves, Louis. Sooner, I'm afraid. Ricky. Here comes Major Strasson. You better keep quiet, Louis. I'd hate to have to shoot you. Now, why did you ask me to come to the airport, captain? Well, I was afraid Victor Laszlo might be leaving on this plane, sir. Thought of a double double cross, eh, Louis? Of all the ridiculous ideas, captain. Possibly. Nevertheless, he's on the plane. Well, why do you stand there? Why don't you stop him? I'll stop, monsieur. Stay where you are. Strasser. Herb Lane. I would advise you not to Interfere with an officer of the Third Reich? I'm a true neutral, Strasser. I was willing to shoot Captain Renault. And I'm willing to shoot you. But you will shoot too late. Oh, my shooting. Ricky, I'm afraid my gendarmes heard those shots. Well, till after this affair dies down, Ricky, I think you'd better disappear from the Casablanca. I can arrange your transportation to a fighting French garrison in Brazzaville. All right, Louis. I could use a trip. But don't forget, you still owe me 10,000 francs for a bet on Laszlo's escape. Oh, well, we'll need that to get to Brazzaville. We'll need it? Certainly. I can be as silly a sentimentalist as you. You know, Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Thanks to Warner Brothers for Casablanca and our sincere appreciation to Ingrid Bergman, Paul Henry and Humphrey Bogart for appearing with the Lady Esther Screen Guild Players tonight. It was our pleasure, Mr. Bradley. We know how these programs benefit the Motion Picture Relief Fund. And we know, too, how important the Relief Fund is to our profession. We're happy to give our services. Now, before you hear about the next week's program, please listen to a word from one of our best known beauty authorities. Lady esther. Thank you, Ms. Bergman. When you hear a woman say in delight, why that? 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This is Truman Bradley speaking for Lady Esther saying thank you and good night. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. We just heard the stars of Casablanca, Peter Laurie, Paul Henry and Claude Rains. That will do it for this episode of the show. Thanks so much for joining me. I'll be back next week as William Powell and Myrna Loy trade flirtatious banter as they investigate a murder in the Thin Man. In the meantime, you can check out down these Mean Streets, my old Time Radio Detective podcast. New episodes of that show are out on Sundays. If you like what you're hearing, don't be a stranger. You can rate and review the show on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen. And if you'd like to lend support to the show, you can visit buymeacoffee.com meansts otr. Now, good night until next week when I'll be back with the stars of the Thin man, each of the appearing in a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. 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