Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Most of us laugh
off the existence of witches, today or ever,
particularly today. Yet, even so casual a research
source as the daily newspaper would provide us
with knowledge that there are covens all over
the country and the world, and that witchcraft
is on the rise again. Of course, all of them,
in their minds, are dedicated to good works.
as the following tale will illustrate. It does
seem terrible to refuse a sister witch's check,
but we don't deal with banks, you see. Very wise,
Mrs. Warlock. Unfortunately, you and your husband
can manufacture the elixir by yourselves. May
I accept the main ingredient, Dr. Callios? Of
course. That cannot be made. We hope by tomorrow
to find a new source. A pity. I'm in the wrong
of medical specialty to help. Well, it was a
most fruitful and rewarding service. I'm sure
we all feel cleansed. And may Asmodeus shower
his grace upon you and Satan be with you. I pronounce
this covenant disbanded until it reconvenes the
next witch's Sabbath two weeks from this night.
Our mystery drama, The Witch's Almanac, was written
especially for the Mystery Theater by Ian Martin
and stars Virginia Payne and Robert Dryden. I'll
be back shortly with Act One. I have in my hand
a curious little book called The Witch's Almanac.
I'm looking at a page which contains a recipe
for a witch's broth. Rendered eye of newt. Pressed
gall of goat. Extract of lizard's liver. Garnish
with fur of bat and minced tail of a poisoned
rat. Boil in alcohol and lace with the blood
of one virgin. Ludicrous or horrifying. The date
of the book. is 17th century but witches still
live believe it or not and are busy casting spells
well that's the last of them and just on time
it's the witching hour there you are 23 24 and
all is silence 12 midnight on the nose. What
are you up to? Oh, just checking over tonight's
sales while I wait for the kettle to boil. We've
got to have our own special tubby before we go
to bed. Oh, I'd have made that. I always do.
All right, lovey. I got to get a particularly
good night's sleep tonight. Why, hon? It's going
to be a real busy day tomorrow. Oh? Now we've
got most of the supplies in, and we've got to
start on a brand new batch of the elixir first
thing tomorrow. At least... get to preparing
the mash. It didn't land off his business tonight.
Britney cleaned us out. Was it that good? No,
we're going to be able to do to meet the demand.
Only one that's trouble me is that Connecticut
crowd. They're real backsliders. Oh, who needs
them? We get more and more from Staten Island
and New Jersey. Oh, it's the back fur, mother.
Connecticut's our best source for it. I sometimes
think I'm not a very good witch. You know, I've
never really seen a bat that I remember. Well,
I've often wondered if we couldn't substitute
mice, but I don't know. No, no, no, no. You've
got a good receipt. Don't make any changes. I
learned that from my mother. Well, maybe so.
She was a fine witch in her own right. I'm proud
of her and her heritage. Yeah, no more than I
am. I'm yours. Yeah, there's the kettle. You
get the potty made. I need a good rest. A lot
of work tomorrow. I sure hope we find a nice
young border. Read me the ad again, darling.
Eh? Eh, elderly couple in choice location Brooklyn
Heights wishes to replace last border who is
like a daughter. Oh, yes. Desire a nice young
girl of quiet habits and religious persuasion.
Denomination, no object. Lovely sunny room, full
kitchen privileges, right box 13, et cetera,
et cetera. Ah, here's your toddy. Oh. Which of
the answers did you like best? I don't know,
it's hard to tell. We'll find out tomorrow. It's
a pity we just can't come right out and ask the
question directly. I just hope we don't make
another awful mistake the way we did with the
Godfrey girl. I'd have sworn that she was as
untouched as a lily. Not only untouched, but
what'd she finally have? Quadruplets, wasn't
it? Triplets, actually. One of them died before
it was born. What a racket. It's Sunday. It won't
bother the neighbors. I waited till they got
off the church. Oh, don't say words like that
in front of me. You know I don't like that kind
of language. Oh, I'm sorry. Just slipped out.
Well, that's what they call it. The way other
people talk and think is their way of life, it
doesn't affect us. Except in the business day,
of course. That's what brought me out to the
forge. It's about time for the, uh, uh, you know
what to be arriving. Yeah, well, I'll just finish
off this hand iron here and be right with you.
Did you start up the still? There's no point
till we get the wood. But the match is all ready
for us to be happy. I suppose we don't find the
right girl. No, we don't find her sooner or later.
Why don't you get on back and maybe start some
weeding out? You're the one with the eye for
them. I got to finish these here hand irons and
then I got two sets of fire tools and a weather
vane I got to get out. The stable needs new horseshoes.
Jangle the old bell there three times. If you
think you have a live one, I'll come right over.
You know I'd like to have you with me. Well,
I'll tell you. Please give me till after midday
math. I mean, till the midday services are over
and I'll be over by one. Looks like the first
of our hope for maidens has arrived. Won't you
just come right in, my dear? I'm Mrs. Warlock.
And I'm Kathy Pryor. I hope I'm not late. Oh,
no. As you can hear, right on time. One o 'clock,
as we agreed on the phone. What a lovely old
clock. But doesn't it stop striking? Well, it's
very old. It was left to be by my father. How
strange. He has 24 numbers instead of just 12.
Just like the Army. The Army? Well, my father
was a captain. He died in Vietnam. Oh, I'm so
sorry. It was at the beginning of the war, I
mean. Oh, now I see. One o 'clock is 1 ,300 hours,
like Dad would say, just like your clock. Yes.
For 1 p .m., it strikes 13. How unusual. Now,
I'll show you the room. It's upstairs. And as
we go, you must tell me about yourself. You're
very young. Yes, I guess so. 18. Not so young
these days, but But well after father was killed
mother was oh Well, she wasn't very well. So
since I was the only child I had to take care
of her till she died recently I've lived a kind
of Sheltered life. It's that door over there
here in the city. Oh, no, I'm from a little town
in Ohio He wouldn't even know the name of it
Do you have more family? No. I'm the last of
the priors. Oh, how lovely. And the sun streaming
in the window. All chintz. Dotted Swiss curtains.
Big four -poster bed, just like home. There,
there, Cathy. I'm just going to call you that.
Maybe you found a new home here. Oh, I just love
all of it. I just... What does your husband do?
He's a forger. A what? I'm just teasing you.
Although he really is, that's the name for it.
Here, come to the window. You see our other building
in the backyard? Yes, with the smoke coming out
of the chimney? Oh, it won't bother you. We have
a fan that blows it off toward the river and
away from the house. That's Jason Smithy. He's
an iron worker. And still, occasionally, a blacksmith.
How fascinating! Ah, there! There's my husband,
Jason, coming now. Tell you what, dear, you look
about, and I'll go down and bring him up to meet
you. Pretty as a picture, and I'm certain quite
perfect for our purpose. You sure she's a virgin?
Well, I can tell you one thing. None of the others
were. You could tell that at a glance. That's
why I didn't ring the bell. Let's hope this one
does. Ring the bell, I mean. Of course, by tonight
I can tell for sure when I get a blood sample.
Any more coming? No, no. This was the last. Oh,
honeybee, weren't we lucky? You see, Satan smiles
on us. Come on, let's go upstairs and see if
we can't seal the pact. Oh, no, Mr. and Mrs.
Warlock. I do love it here. Especially being
able to see a little of the water in the bridge.
But... But what, my dear? Well, I... I'm sort
of embarrassed. See, I had no idea how expensive
New York would be or how hard it would be to
find a job. I have so little money left now.
And you've been so sweet. I just hate to take
advantage of you. Because the way things are,
I'm not even sure I can afford to stay a whole
month. What sort of work do you do, Miss Pia?
Well, back home. Because I couldn't leave Mom
alone too much, you see. I did part -time work
for Mr. Jeffrey at his hardware store. See, we
lived right over it. A lot of the typing and
bookkeeping I could do at home with Mama. You
can type and keep books? Oh, yes. Take dictation
and file. You know, anything a secretary has
to do. I took a secretarial course after I finished
high school. Land sex, if you aren't the one.
Didn't give you much chance to see much of the
boys, did it? No. That's all right. I'm not ready
to be married yet, and I wouldn't want to date
too much till I am. Boys today take Well a lot
too much for granted and I don't know how to
Handle that I got free if I had a daughter I
wanted No, sir, we're not gonna let you get away
from us Tell you what make your proposition You
be my secretary straighten out my accounts for
a half a day in exchange for room and board here
The rest of the days you can spend looking for
a job in New York Mr. Warlock, that's too much.
I couldn't. Oh, of course you could, Cathy, dear.
We want you to. I only want one promise from
you in return. What's that? That till you find
that Mr. Wright, you keep on making this your
home. Oh, you're wonderful. Of course I want
to, but... No, no, no. That's the end of buts.
You're gonna come with me. We'll drive over to
New York to your hotel, pick up your stuff, and
by the time we get back, Monte here will have
a good home -cooked meal that'll not only melt
in your mouth, but tell you better than any words,
you found a new home! Oh! Oh, I don't know what
it is! Ever since we had coffee after dinner,
I just can't keep my eyes open. Now, now, what
you need is a good night's sleep. Good night
now, dear. And sweet dreams. Good night, both
of you. Your absolute love. I know I'm going
to sleep like the dead. Is she asleep yet? I
just peeped in. She's asleep, but tossing and
turning and moaning a little. Oh, dear me. I
suppose I didn't use quite enough of the sleeping
draft. I didn't want to risk too much until I
found out how well she tolerated it. Oh, yes,
quite right, dear. You remember it did make the
Elliott girl very sick. Yeah, that's what I was
thinking of. Well, now, then I suppose we'll
just have to use the gas. Will you walk into
my parlor, said a spider to a fly? It's the prettiest
little parlor that ever you did spy. Well, we
all know what happened to the trusting fly. But
Kathy, what is in store for her? I'll return
shortly with act two. Jason and Sarah Warlock
were born, brought up, and married in Brooklyn
Heights, their home, a leftover gem in an overgrown
city, at the end of a quiet, dead -end street.
No neighbors save small manufacturers and warehouses
on the street, for the Warlock house was originally
a stable, a quiet place for quiet people who
lived a quiet life, unsuspected and unholy. Is
she all right? Fine. Silent asleep. Had better
close the window now. The gas is all gone. Yes,
Jason. It's closed. Put the rubber tourniquet
on her arm now. There. Not too tight. Why wouldn't
hurt her for the world? This is the only part
I never feel quite right about. She won't feel
a thing. And think about what she's going to
do for so many of our finest. Our youth and strength
and vitality is going to spread among our people.
Hush, hush, little one. That's all. By tomorrow,
you'll never know what our cover owes you, and
we'll owe you in the vast unwinding of eternity.
Sleep well, pretty? Sarah? Yes, Jason? If she's
all she seems to be, She may turn the key in
the door for all of us for everlasting life.
Breakfast just about ready, Jason. How are the
tests? Where is our Vestal Virgin? Still asleep.
Then the tests were... As pure as any alchemist
can devise. I've already added what was needed
to the mash and started the distillery. This
will be the most powerful batch of pan -pharmacum
vitae I have ever concocted. You should raise
the price. Oh, hush, woman. This is the devil's
work. Would he or I seek to profit by it? Scrambled
or straight up? Scrambled this morning. There's
perhaps just a lacing of the elixir. I think
she's coming downstairs. Yeah, you're right.
Put some more eggs on for her. She may feel the
need of a little extra protein this morning.
I'll serve the juice. Good morning, Cathy. Sleep
well? Oh, yes, Mr. Warlock. Except for... For
what, dear? It's silly. Somewhere in the middle
of the night I thought I felt a pain in my arm
as if something had bitten me. Oh, let me see.
Oh, yes. There is a little bit of a mark there.
There's nothing to worry about. Sometimes the
wind blows a jersey mosquito away. I'll fix that
in no time. Oh, please don't worry, Mr. Warlock.
No, no, no, no. I want your stay here to be a
completely happy one. And please, not Mr. Warlock.
Can't we make it to, say... Uncle Jason and Aunt
Sarah. I mean, we really feel, Mother and I,
that we're virtually blood relations already.
Of course, if you want. No, no, only if you want.
Of course I do. You're both the sweetest people
I know. Uncle Jason. And Aunt Sarah. Ah, now
that's settled, Kathy. And how do you like your
eggs? Oh, just any way that you want. Any other
morning, but today is special. Then can I have
them fried and once over lightly? How about some
orange juice? I'd love it. But let me tend to
myself. I know you're busy already this morning,
Uncle Jason. Why? Well, I see from my window
that the chimney is smoking away. What wonderful
thing are you creating this morning? Uh... Oh!
Just some horseshoes for a stable near Prospect
Park. Well, don't let me keep you. My child,
I just came in to have breakfast myself. We'll
all have it together. Good. Then right after
breakfast, I'll come over to the Forge and start
helping get things in order. Oh, no, no, no.
But you see, I think that this morning I'm so
busy with the Forge and so on. Why don't you
take today off and... Go over to New York and
start hunting for that job you hope to find.
But I promised I'd get you straightened up. Oh.
Oh my goodness, I forgot. Forgot what, dear?
In all the excitement, I forgot I have a luncheon
appointment and I can't cancel it. About a job?
Oh, no. It's just an old, old friend of my mother's.
You know, I wrote him after she died to tell
him. Just like I wrote all the people in her
address book. And then when I came to New York,
I called him at his office, but he was out of
town. I suppose his secretary must have given
him the message, because she called me back with
a lunch invitation for today. You want to cancel
it? I can't. His office is closed on Mondays.
So I have no way of reaching him, and I'd hate
to put the old gentleman out. An old gentleman?
Well, he's... I mean, he was once a beau of my
mother's. And then when she married Dad, he moved
to New York. He was quite old even then, I guess.
Oh, well, then it's all settled. You can whisk
off to New York in the subway, Kathy. And I'll
get after this old reprobate here to get his
papers together so you can put them in order.
Meanwhile, I'm going to have Jason put up a screen
on your window just in case any of those mosquitoes
come your way again. Oh, I don't want to be a
bother. Bother? My dear little girl. You don't
know how happy we are to have you with us. Yes,
mademoiselle? May I help you? Yes, I'm having
lunch with a Mr. Patrick Trent. I don't know
if he's here yet. No, not yet. But let me take
you to his table. This way, mademoiselle. A chair
for the lady. Oh, thank you. Pardon, mademoiselle.
Mr. Trent just arrived. That's Mr. Trent? Yes.
Excuse me? Miss Breyer? Yes. Mr. Patrick Trent?
Junior. I guess not that anymore. My father died
in Florida four days ago. I just came back from
his funeral. I'm so sorry. What can I say? Please
don't. Mind if I sit? Of course not. Dad was...
he knew it was coming. Not so soon, of course.
And he, well, wasn't all that young. But he was
meticulous about everything. And he told me he
had this appointment with you. So, I'm trying
to fulfill all his promises and round things
off. Can I order us a drink before lunch? Oh,
I... I don't know. I mean, I'm not a drinker.
I wouldn't know what to order. Well, why not
leave that to me? I'll take it easy. But we really
ought to celebrate, or at least me. You know,
in a period of absolute despair, suddenly you
were there, one bright shining light through
the murk. In the lowest period of my life, I
walk into my father's favorite restaurant, and
instead of a nice, aging old lady, I find you.
Well, I was looking for a nice, kindly old father
figure. I can't bill the bill. Well, that's all
right. I found another one. Who? Oh, that isn't
important for the moment. I feel a little woozy.
Shouldn't we order something to eat? Sarah, what
are you doing here? You scared me. How's our
life force coming? Never better. Forge still
burning outside? Oh, yes. Have to watch that.
It's our excuse for this other and more important
work of ours. Oh, of course, Father dear. You
know I don't like you coming through the secret
door by daytime. What is it? I've had quite a
few calls. The Bronx, Queens, and Mascot can
recycle bottles for us if we pick them up. Oh,
and you better stop by Mrs. Fernglass right here
in Columbia Heights. Fine. I can leave this cooking
for the rest of the day and take the panel truck
to pick them up. We need them. Did our little
pigeon and our Cathy come back? No, not yet.
Why? Are you worried? No, not worried. Concerned.
purest blood we ever had. Oh, I wouldn't want
to lose her for any reason whatsoever. So now
you've seen the lady herself, the Statue of Liberty.
Feel any more unfettered and free? I guess I
would if I didn't feel so guilty. What do you
have to feel guilty about? Well... I should have
been looking for a job. You told me you kind
of have one. Oh, that's just part time. And also,
I... Yeah? Oh, I feel a little woozy from whatever
you talked me into drinking before lunch. A daiquiri?
Well, we just had a bottle of beer. You know,
I think I'm a little half seasick. Oh, couldn't
be. We're just coming into the slip. So it has
to be nothing. Or all. What did you mean there
on the boat? Or all? Oh, it's just a feeling
I have about us. Come on, let's get the subway
for Brooklyn. You don't have to take me home,
I can manage. I know, but I have to go to work.
I'm not a lawyer like my dad, just a reporter.
Lowly police precinct duty at that. Come on,
we both have to get off at the same station.
Uh, Clark Street, right? Well, that's my stop.
But for you? Before I get there, I get your phone
number and address, I hope. For future reference.
Then I go to work. Hey, Pat. What do you say,
boy? How's the world treating you? Oh, great,
Sergeant. I just met a girl. Do they make them
anymore? I thought they threw away the old mold
when they created Mez. You better believe this
one is no mess. She's missed all the way, Jim.
Well, she sure seems to have made a hit with
you. You're a bullseye. I'm kind of late, sir,
so before I have my editor on my tail, what's
new on the blubber? Well, you didn't miss a thing.
Just the usual. Woman receiving obscene phone
calls, three minor muggings. Nobody hurt, thank
heavens. An old booze hound over did it and kicked
off from alcohol poisoning. All the run -of -the
-mill stuff, not worth a slugger type. Oh, uh,
just one, uh... Social note, you might say. What's
that, Sarge? I'm not a sergeant anymore, buddy.
You're talking to a lieutenant. Hey, Jim, that's
great. Now we got to find you a headline case
to bust wide open. Is that the last case? Yeah.
It's not even half full. Did you go by Mrs. Spanglass?
Right on by. Hmm? There were cops and an ambulance
there. Well, the neighbors told me they found
her dead. Oh, the poor old thing. She must not
have been taking the elixir. Well, the devil
take it. He must have wanted her home. I wish
I'd gotten the bottles first, or we'd get an
awful load. It's a shame how careless people
are. So are we. What? You left the door open
and Kathy's caught us. I hope I'm not butting
in. There was no one in the house, so I... Oh,
oh, that's all right, Cathy. No secrets here.
I didn't realize you had a room behind the forge.
Oh, what lovely old bottles. What are they for?
Oh, they, uh, uh, did that just decorative? Yes,
yes, yes. For windows and bottle glass door panels.
What a wonderful idea. What's that thing that's
bubbling away there? Oh, that, uh... Well, that
makes the grout easy. You know, the cement that
holds the bottles together after they're cut.
Well, how do you cut them? That's my secret.
Now is your day and your luncheon. Now, now,
Jason, that's Kathy's secret. I was just interested,
that's all. Then why shouldn't you know? I'm
dying to tell you about it. Why don't you go
in the house and freshen up for dinner? We'll
be having it soon. And you can tell us all about
it then. All right. But someday soon, I want
to watch you making one of those windows. You
think Kathy suspected anything? I doubt it. I
hope not. I hope not, too. But if she does, she'll
have to go. Just like Bear Blyton. You know that,
dear. I know. Satan's work must be done. And
nothing or no one can stand in the way. Double,
double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron
bubble. The ingredients are gathered and the
witch's broth is fermenting. Pan -pharmacon -vitai.
The elixir of life. They all believe they must
drink. Has Cathy learned too much to be safe?
And who is there to protect her if she has? I'll
return shortly with Act 3. There is nothing more
inexplicable than an obsession. Otherwise charming
and sensible people can do the most outlandish
things in the name of some irrational belief.
And the terrible danger of witchcraft is that
it is a hidden belief, secret and unknown. In
their wildest dreams, no one who knew that dear
old couple the warlocks could have suspected
the havoc they are capable of. Least of all Cathy.
as she prattles away about her day in town with
her newfound aunt and uncle. Now, you're sure
you won't have some more cherry cobbler, Kathy?
Oh, no, thanks. It was yummy, but I couldn't
hold another thing. Tell me, dear, are you going
to see this young man of yours again? I don't
know. He... He did take my address and phone
number before he went to the police station.
The police station? Yes. He's a reporter for
the Brooklyn Journal. Oh. I would be a little
careful of those reporters. They're a wild lot,
they say. Oh, not Pat. He's very kind and quiet
and thoughtful. Still, ones who work the police
speed get pretty hardened by the things they
see. I'd be very careful about a young fellow
like that. Why, you two dears, you're protecting
me like I was your own flesh and blood. Ah, so
you are. Now we got you. Hello? Couldn't wait
to show off your new office, other than what
you had to call me? Forget it, Pat. This is strictly
business. I have a story for you. I'd like you
to get it on the front page of tomorrow's paper.
Oh, brother Jim, you're not asking much. I don't
think I can beat the deadline. Let me talk first.
Ever see anything like this? No. Old fashioned
bottle. Strange shape. Read the label. Pan -pharmacon
-vitae. What's that supposed to mean? Well, you
got the college education, Pat. You tell me.
Well, it's, uh, it's a Kabbali cook. I mean,
it's part half -baked Greek, half -Latin. Roughly,
oh, I guess you'd say all the medicine of life.
Or like maybe, um, all the drugs you need to
sustain life. What is it? Some kind of patent
medicine? Unlicensed. I sent the rest of the
bottles to Food and Drug to have them analyzed.
But meantime, all I need is my nose to tell me
what it's mostly made of. Smell it. Phew, smoke.
Right, Jim? Loaded with wood or alcohol, I guess.
Alcohol, anyways. Where'd you get this? Remember
I mentioned earlier today some old boozehound,
G 'Nachtor, from alcohol poisoning? No, not particularly.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess. Well, she was
poisoned all right. But she wasn't any boozehound.
When we followed up on the story, we found she
was a Mrs. Fernglas, local librarian, very well
respected, but very quiet and kept very much
to herself. We found a whole case of this book,
most of the bottles empty. Some lousy con talked
an old lady afraid of dying into buying her own
death, and I won him. How do I help? First of
all, get me a story in the papers so anyone else
who has this stuff doesn't also knock themselves
off. Build it up so maybe we can get someone
who bought it. to tell why, how, and where. There's
no instruction on this label. It's homemade.
Now whoever makes or sells this stuff is a ghoul.
Paper comes here? Just brought it in. Here you
are, dearie. Thank you, sweetheart. Bye, God.
Jason, you're swearing. Never mind that. Come
out to the forge with me. You're getting breakfast
and can't say I'll be there. Come on. Yes, but
Jason, I never heard you. Don't talk. Just follow
me. Morning, Aunt Sarah. Uncle Jason. They're
gone. Uncle Jason? Must be out in the forge.
Maybe it's for me. Hello? Can he? Yes. Pat? Drew
Blue. Oh, I thought you weren't going to call
me when you... Well, when you didn't call last
night. I'm sorry. I got tied up with a... Well,
big story. Forget that for the moment. When do
I see you again? Tonight? Yes. Matter of fact,
how'd you like to come and meet these two gorgeous
old people who are taking such good care of you?
No wonder the police ripped Mrs. Fernglas' yesterday.
Oh, poor old thing. If she had only been taking
the panfarmacons. She took too much. You know,
I always warn everyone against that. Now this
witch hunt is on. I may have to get rid of all
the bottles I filled. But why, dear? We're not
doing any wrong. Yeah, we know that, but the
rest of them, they, outside the unbelievers,
they want to persecute us. But how can they find
us? Nobody in the Coven will come forward. No,
but Kathy might. It's a chance we can't afford
to take. She's got to disappear. Oh. Oh, do we
have to, Jason, darling? She doesn't have to
see the paper. It's on every newsstand with that
big headline. How can she miss it? Well, we just
have to keep her home. It's dangerous. I'd have
to be sure there was some way she'd never get
wind of this story. What are you doing here,
Jason? I had to come, Dr. Callius. I have a problem.
I can't hit you in today. I'm whooped solidly.
Not a psychiatric problem. This affects you directly
as High Priest of the Coven. There's somebody
I'm afraid will have to be removed. I don't see
how it could... how it could happen so suddenly.
Hit me right after breakfast. No, no dear. Just
let me make you comfortable in bed. I want to
see a doctor. Baby, Jason has gone to see about
one for you right now. You just try to drink
this nice medicine I made for you. It'll settle
your stomach. Alright Jason, that will do the
job alright. Just inject it in the vein. If you
feel it has to be done. I don't want to hurt
the poor child. Besides, she was such a perfect
subject. But we must protect the Covenant all
the time. Aye, Astaroth, yes. But how can you
dispose of the... The body? Oh, for a smithy
that doesn't present any problems. Or a witch.
Isn't cremation... What we all want afterwards?
Jason? Yeah, it's me. Where's the girl? Upstairs,
sound asleep. I gave her something in this glass
as well as the small dose of arsenic. When the
young man calls, we'll tell him she suddenly
left. And if he doesn't believe us? What can
he do? We open no doors and he can't break his
way in. And as soon as it's dark... I'll do what
has to be done and by midnight there'll be nothing
left of our poor little girl but ashes. Oh dear,
oh dear, dear. Pat Trance speaking. Who? Oh yeah,
put her on. Hi Cathy. What? The story? Look,
I told you I... All right. It was just an old
lady who was buying some kind of... phony patent
medicine that killed her. It was loaded with
alcohol and... Huh? What shape was the bottle?
Well, it was old -fashioned, sort of octagonal
and... What? Look, honey, I'm at work. I can't
just walk out and... No. No, wait a minute, Kathy.
Wait a minute! Kathy? Kathy? Are you crazy or
something? Kathy's still asleep? Yes. I'd better
answer that. Hello? Oh, yes, Mr. Dredd. Oh, well,
I'm sorry to tell you this, but Kathy walked
out on us this morning. No, no, no, she's gone.
No forwarding address. Well, I'm sorry. I really
don't want to discuss it. She left without paying
her rent. Jim, you've got to help me. You say
you went to the house and no one asked. Yeah,
but I am sure someone was there. Jim, this kid's
in danger. Well, what can I do, Pat? I can't
enter a search without a warrant. So how do we
get one? I don't know. Wait a minute. You want
to square out a complaint against Kathy Pryor?
For what? Stealing your wallet will do. Oh hey,
if that will get us in, you got it! Open up!
This is the police. Open up or we're coming in!
Oh dear me, what is it? I'm looking for Kathy
Pryor. Charge robbery. Well, she's not here.
She left. I have a search warrant here. Open
up and I'll decide for myself. Police! Help!
Help! Okay, that does it. Open up and you want
me to kick the door in. It was all just too much.
I never get sick, or sleep that heavy. I couldn't
face that last drink, so I poured it down the
sink. And just lay there, pretending to be asleep.
Lying there, a lot of little funny things started
to add up. And then, when I heard what they planned...
Hey, take it easy, Kathy. You're okay from here
in. I thought they were so sweet. But they're
ghouls. Absolute ghouls. You're right, Miss Breyer.
But they don't think so. They think they're right.
But don't worry. We have enough on them and the
doctor to put them away for a long time. They
confessed? We bought down a bit on the old man
and the old lady came to his defense like a tiger.
She blurted enough of it out for us to get the
rest. But what's the matter with them? They're
witches, Miss Breyer. And in their world, that
means they're good. That's the way they feel
I tell you how I feel to hell with them To which
I can only add from ghoulies and ghosties and
long -legged beasties and things that go bump
in the night good Lord deliver us as He did Kathy
Pryor I'll be back shortly Sarah and Jason were
put away for life. And all existing bottles of
pan -pharmacon vitae were located and destroyed.
And the coven dispersed. Incidentally, the analysis
by the FDA confirmed a small quantity of blood
in each bottle. Human blood. And of course, alcohol.
Other ingredients defied analysis. Kathy, who
married Pat, sleeps deeper but more tranquilly
these nights. The coven was broken up. but it's
only one of many. And witches are still abroad.
Always be on your guard. Our cast included Virginia
Payne, Robert Dryden, Jada Rowland, Marshall
Borden, and Dan Ako. The entire production was
under the direction of Hyman Brown. And now,
a preview of our next tale. Jack! What? Drink
this. Oh, Jack. I... I don't blame you. Oh, it
was gruesome, horrible. I've never seen anything
like it if I really did see it. You saw it, we
both saw it. An executioner, a headsman, a black
hood, black doublet and hose and the axe gleaming
silver and the moonlight with blood, ruby red
dripping from it. And coming straight toward
us down that corridor out there. Oh, what happened
after I fainted? He vanished. Vanished? Maybe
he just slipped away into the shadows. I heard
you give a little moan. I turned to see you passing
out. I grabbed you so you wouldn't fall. When
I turned back, seconds later, he was gone. The
jacket. Was it a ghost, do you think? This is
E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
mystery theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams. This
is K -O -Y -N in Portland. It's 12 midnight.