First in news, we're CBS. News Radio 78, WBBM,
Chicago. The CBS Radio Mystery Theater presents...
Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. We all have different
ways of looking at things, like the artillery
sergeant who said that cannon were made by taking
a hole and encasing it in steel. And sometimes
different points of view can open the door to
mystery, especially when one of those viewpoints
embodies a logical impossibility. Honey, today
can't be Wednesday. It's Tuesday, our anniversary.
No, yesterday was Tuesday. Well, we're going
out for dinner. Why aren't you dressed? I was
dressed last night. We were supposed to go out
for dinner last night. Well, then why didn't
we? Because you never came home. Our mystery
drama, The Missing Day. was written especially
for the Mystery Theatre by Percy Granger and
stars Russell Horton. I'll be back shortly with
Act One. There are days we circle on the calendar
so we do not forget them, and there are days
that are so close to our hearts or so burned
into our minds that we cannot forget them. But
what about the days we cannot remember? Not the
ones we would merely like to forget, but the
ones we cannot summon up any memory of at all.
And what if one of those days was not years in
the past and faded by time, but yesterday? We're
in a town in Arizona at a nuclear manufacturing
plant. Hi, Bonnie, it's me. Just calling to tell
you I am finally on my way home. You sound tired,
dear. Has it been a rough day? Afraid so. But
I'm gonna forget all about it the minute I walk
out the door. Hey, you haven't forgotten what
day this is, have you? You're asking me? Our
anniversary. Good for you, but I bet you can't
remember which one. Very funny. And you know
what that means, don't you? Dinner, just the
two of us, out. What a coincidence. I just had...
to be putting the finishing touches on my major.
I'm just on my way out the door. I'll be home
in 20 minutes. All right. Bye, honey. I love
you. I love you. Excuse me. What? You're Arthur
Cummings? Yes. You're the president of this plant
here? Yes, yes, I am. Which specializes in the
manufacture of nuclear reactors. Excuse me, what
do you want? I wonder if I might have a word
with you. What? Sorry, I'm in a heck of a rush
just now. It won't take long. In fact, it'll
take no time at all. Perhaps you could make an
appointment with my secretary. I'd rather not
do that. Why? Sorry, that's just what you're
going to have to do. No, Mr. Cummings, that's
not what I'll have to do. What are you... What's
that? What was that thing in your hand? What
do you do? Oh, hello, Mrs. Coway. Sheriff, thank
goodness. What's the trouble? It's Arthur. He
hasn't come home. Well, when did you expect him?
He called me two hours ago from the office. He
said he was just on his way out the door. Well,
was he delayed or did he...? Check back where
he's over? Oh, of course. And I found every department
in the whole plant. No one's seen him. But is
his car still there? No. They checked the parking
lot. It's gone. Well, he hasn't been hurt in
an accident. At least nothing's been reported.
But something's happened to him. We were supposed
to go out for dinner tonight. It's our anniversary.
Oh. Maybe he stopped to pick up something. A
present. But it's been two hours. He specifically
told me he was coming right home. Something's
happened to him. I know it. What kind of a car
is he driving? A white and blue 77 Sudan. Mm
-hmm. License? LX1089. Oh, okay. My deputy and
I will drive out over the route between here
and the Bryant and have a look for him. Yeah,
yeah, as possible. I can never figure out what
to buy a woman. Takes me hours. Except that it's
after eight. Most of the stores are closed now.
I'm going to check around the plant for myself.
You contact the Highway Patrol and put out an
all points bulletin for Mr. Cummings' car. I'm
sorry, Mrs. Cummings. Do you know nothing? No.
No trace of him yet. But it's been 24 hours now,
a whole day. What can have happened? Well, he
got word out over the whole six -state area.
If he's here, we'll find him. But he just can't
have vanished. Oh, I'm sure he hasn't. I'm so
worried. You know, they work with radioactive
materials at that plant, and anything could happen.
Well, I'm aware of that. It's what concerns us,
too. I mean, we don't understand yet all the
things radioactivity could do to us, how it could
change us, or... Now, now, now. I don't see how
it could be anything like that, Mrs. Cummings.
You talked to him. He seemed perfectly fine,
didn't he? Yes, he said he was feeling tired.
The secretary saw him leave the office. But still,
what if he's been affected somehow, without even
knowing it? Hello, I'm home. Art? Word. Hi, honey.
All ready to go? Mr. Cummings. Oh, hello, Sheriff.
What are you doing here? Is something wrong?
What's the matter with you two? Art, where have
you been? Nowhere. Just coming home. But what
happened? Nothing. I said I'd be here in 20 minutes,
didn't I? I called at 5. Now it's 20 after. Hey,
what's going on? You're not even dressed. You
told me you were putting your makeup on. Mr.
Cummings. Your anniversary was yesterday. Huh?
This is tomorrow. Well, what is this, a joke?
Honey, did I really get the date mixed up after
all and you got the sheriff here to arrest me?
Art, you've been missing for 24 hours. I've been
worried sick about you. Where have you been?
Come on now, come on. I'm positive our anniversary
is Tuesday the 14th. It is. The only trouble
is this is Wednesday the 15th. You two aren't
joking, are you? Your wife reported you missing
last night, Tuesday. We've had an all -points
bulletin out on you for a whole day. I've been
missing? Yeah, but I... Well, I know I left the
office right after I called you, Bonnie. I remember
saying good night to Miss Scott. Who's she? His
secretary. Well, go on, Mr. Cummings. Just take
it step by step. I took the elevator down to
the parking lot. I crossed to my car. Got in
and came home. That's all? You made no detours?
No stops? No, I was gonna get some flowers, but
Miss Scott got these at lunch. She, uh, doesn't
trust my color stances. Hmm, they're weird. But...
Because you've been missing for an entire day.
Something must have happened, Mr. Cummings. You
must have some recollection. I can't imagine.
I don't remember a thing. Nothing at all? No.
Art, how do you feel? Fine, I feel fine. You're
driving your own car? Well, I think it's mine.
Yeah, that's our blue and white sedan. You want
to check it out? If I may, and you too. Me? Would
you be willing to submit to a few tests? Well,
what kind of tests? Well, under the circumstances.
You mean medical tests? Just a physical examination
and a blood sample. I can't. I'm fine, Sheriff.
There is nothing the matter with me. Okay, okay.
I can't compel you without a court order. But
I'd appreciate it if you'd change your mind.
No. Well, if you remember anything... I'll let
you know, Sheriff. Good day. Good day. Are you
sure you feel okay? Look, I am all right. Couldn't
we just call Dr. Kramer? No. Just to have him
check through it. No. But you do work with all
that radiation. Honey, it is perfectly safe.
Now, why do you keep worrying about that? How
many times have we had this argument? Look, I've
shown you all the literature on the subject.
You know the extraordinary safety precautions
we take. Besides, what would radiation contamination
have to do with this? That's just it, Art. That's
what worries me. We don't know. I don't remember
a thing, okay? I'm admitting it. I don't remember.
I don't know what happened. For all I know, this
is some kind of practical joke you two cooked
up. It isn't. I'm sorry, Bonnie. I've been a
little on edge lately. Not enough to call Dr.
Kramer. I get edgy every time we have a delicate
shipment going out. There's always that one in
a million chance that something could go wrong.
What's going out? Uranium. The truck's leaving
at 9 a .m. the day after tomorrow. It's going
to go to that military installation over on the
Snake River. Do you think you were kidnapped?
No. Number one, how could I be kidnapped without
knowing it? Number two, why wasn't I held for
ransom? Well, maybe they wanted information.
I'm a businessman. I'm not a scientist. I don't
know anything you couldn't read about in a textbook.
Yes, you do. What? You know your plant's delivery
schedule. I got out of here as quick as I could.
What happened? Looks like a hijacking. This truck
here? Yeah. I saw it parked alongside the highway.
Pulled over to see if everything was okay. Where's
the driver? Found him slumped over the wheel.
Is he hurt? He's dead. Shot through the heart.
You call an ambulance? Down the way. And truck's
contents are gone? You can see for yourself.
Holy suffering cats. What kind of machine did
they use to cut through these drawers? This metal
is six inches thick. What was this rig carrying?
Well, I ran a check for the plates. Trucks owned
by Mr. Cummings' company. And according to the
head of plant security, she was carrying a large
quantity of high -grade uranium to be used at
the Snake River installation in the warheads
of their nuclear missiles. Beach, it has been
observed, is the art of hiding thought. This
is often all too true, but Arthur Cummings didn't
seem to be hiding any thoughts when he insisted
he had no idea what happened to him. For all
he claims to know, the day just mysteriously
disappeared. But it has also been observed that
there are no accidents, and it certainly looks
like someone knows where that day went. I'll
return shortly with Act Two. The Bible says that
a driver who overloads his beast is either a
fool or a brute. A man who takes a great precaution
in loading a truck with dangerous materials would
not ordinarily be put in either of those categories.
Yet, something strange has happened. Something
has gone awry, and nobody seems to have an explanation,
least of all the man to whom the finger would
appear to point. The only one who knew what that
truck contained, Sheriff, was the Chief of Plant
Security. And the only persons who knew when
the truck was leaving the plant were the foreman
and the crew on the loading dock. And the only
person who knew both was me. You also knew its
route and destination. Yes, I take it upon myself
to make all these decisions and be the only one
with the information. It reduces to a minimum
the possibility of what happened today. But today
it did happen. And now a large quantity of high
-grade uranium is missing. Well, Sheriff, at
least it's not as bad as it seems. That uranium
is virtually useless for nuclear purposes unless
it's charged up, made fissionable. Mr. Germings,
would you accept that there is a connection between
your disappearance and this robbery? Obviously.
Sheriff, those tests you asked me to take...
Yes? Well, I'd be willing to submit to them now.
You sure? A man is dead, and a potentially lethal
cargo has vanished. I feel responsible for that.
What did the doctor say? Nothing. The blood sample
showed no traces of any foreign chemical substance.
No knockout drops or tooth serum? No. And his
examination of your skin turned up no indication
that you'd been punctured by a needle or incision.
I guess I could have been forced to swallow something,
but why wouldn't I remember it? Well, the point
is we've got absolutely nothing to go on. Sure.
If I had, I mean, would the tests have been different
if you'd agreed to take them right away? Yes,
Mr. Cummings. It's possible they would have.
Substances don't stay in the body forever and
wounds heal. Yeah, I'm sorry. You see, I'm very
touchy about my health. My wife's always after
me fretting. Well, with your permission, I'd
like to try something a little out of the ordinary.
What? I'd like to try to hypnotize you. You know
hypnosis? Yes. It's becoming a very effective
device in police work. If some form of mind control
is practiced on you, it's possible we could break
through that. Will you agree to this, Mr. Cummings?
Yes, Sheriff. Jerry, if you'll sit in the corner
there and monitor the machine. Yes, sir. You
ever been hypnotized before, Mr. Cummings? um
yes yes at a party one third good it's always
easier if it's not the first time now just relax
this is very simple i'm going to count backwards
from 10 to 1 and i give you images to concentrate
on and i'll count backwards again each time i'll
take you deeper into your subconscious i want
you to relax your mind Think of it as a muscle
and let it relax. You understand? Yes. Good.
Five, four, three, two, one. The sun has faded
now. You're in total darkness, floating in space.
Can you hear me? Yes. What day is it? Friday.
And yesterday? Thursday. And before that? Tuesday.
Wednesday, Mr. Cummings. Oh. Oh, yes, I'm sorry.
Do you remember Wednesday? Yes. And the night
before, where were you? At my office. Do you
remember calling your wife? Yes, I said I was
just going out the door. And then? I left. I
went home. Can you see your car? Yes. In its
parking space? Yes. You're walking toward it.
Can you see yourself walking toward it? Yes.
Describe your movements. I come out of the building,
and I walk up to my car, and I get in. You see
no one? No. And then? I drive home. Does anything
happen along the way? No. How long does it take
you? Twenty minutes. What time did you leave
the office? Five. And where were you at eleven
o 'clock that evening? Driving home. Driving
home? Yes. Where were you at three in the morning?
Driving home. At eight. Driving home? Noon? Driving
home. All afternoon. Driving home. How long did
it take you? 20 minutes. And nothing happened?
No. Yes. One thing happened. What? The floor
is wilted. What happened? Nothing. I tried to
take you through the missing day, but all you
did was repeat the phrase, driving home. In a
way, we're lucky this happened when it did. Why?
Well, I'm due to schedule a shipment of a breeder
reactor to the nuclear facility in Amity. If
that ended up in the same place as the uranium,
we'd have someone on our hands who could manufacture
a hydrogen bomb. The schedule for this delivery
was not set the day you were missing? Oh, no,
no. I was going to do that this afternoon. All
right, do it now. Now? Yes, and tell me. Oh,
so you can provide an escort? No, so I can change
it. That way, there'll be no possible chance
anyone else could know. Well, how about Monday
morning at ten? Eh? Can you send it out Saturday
at nine? Tomorrow? Yes, I guess, huh? Good, and
do it. Good day, Mr. Cummings. Oh, I can go now?
Yes, yes. Thanks, Mr. Cummings. Kev? Yeah, Joey.
Doesn't this whole thing seem, uh, a little far
-fetched? Yeah. I mean, Mr. Cummings banishes
for 24 hours and claims he's got no recollection
of it. No matter what was done to him, it seems
to me he remembers something. Yes, he does, doesn't
he? Uh, Sheriff Baker? What is it, Sergeant?
This just came over the wire. I thought you might
be interested. Oh, thanks. What is it? Wow. Shipment
of gold bullion coming down out of the Fosdick
Mines near Castle Buttes been jacked. The driver
and the guard were killed and half a million
dollars of gold is missing. The Fosdick Mines?
Well, those shipments are top secret. They don't
even send out decoy talks, don't they? Yeah.
Whoever did that got through some very tight
security. Joey, tell the sergeant I'm on a list
of everyone who knew about that shipment. Careful,
Butte's not in our jurisdiction. No, but the
Cummings case is, and I've got a couple of questions
I'd like to ask those people. Here's 944 Chautauqua
Street. Mr. Bud Peterson, there. He's the last
one on the list. And so far, nothing. You think
there's some connection between the two robbers,
huh? Well, earmarks are the same. Valuable, top
security shipment, robbed. Not a single clue
at the scene of the crime. Mr. Peterson can't
help us. We're at the end of the line. Yes? Mrs.
Peterson. Yes? I'm Sheriff Baker. This is my
deputy, Joe Sheen. We're from up Shumway Springs.
We'd like to speak to your husband. Oh, surely.
Come in. Thank you. Bud? There's another sheriff
here to see you. Hello? Is this about that gold
robbery at our mine? Yes, this here. I've already
talked to our local officers. I'd like to ask
you a couple of questions, if I might. Sure.
You were one of the people who knew the schedule
of that shipment. Yeah, but there were three
other guys. Oh, I know. We've already talked
to them. I've asked all of them the same questions
I'd like to ask you. Go ahead. In the last couple
of weeks... Have you experienced anything that
could be considered a blackout? Blackout? Well,
is there a period of time you can't account for?
It's kind of a bizarre question, isn't it? Yes.
Why are you asking? There's been a robbery down
our way, similar to this one. A uranium shipment
was stolen. And some guys claiming he had a blackout?
Yeah. Someone who knew about the shipment. Well...
My health's fine, Sheriff. You can check with
a company doctor. Nothing strange has happened?
No. Let me put it another way. Mrs. Peterson,
has your husband been missing for a period of
time recently? No, he hasn't. Okay. Thanks, Mr.
Peterson. Sorry for the disturbance. I guess
we've been on a wild goose chase. Good day, Sheriff.
Bud, why didn't you tell them? It's none of their
business. You should have told them the truth.
Something did happen. You disappeared for a whole
day. I told you I don't have any recollection
of it. If this got into my medical record, I
could lose my job. But if the same thing happened
to this other man, maybe it wasn't your fault.
I don't want to go into it. But what if something
else happened, Bud? What if someone else is killed?
What if you're in danger? Please, that sheriff
only wants to help you, I'm sure. You must tell
him. All right. Where did he say he's from? Some
way spring. We'll take a drive down, but I don't
see what good it's gonna do. I don't remember
anything. Here we are. Do you want me to come
in with you? No, no. You wait here. Mr. Peterson.
You. You recognize me. Yes. Yes, I do. That day,
today, I don't remember. That's right. How did
you know I was coming here? I know. And I also
know why you've come. But unfortunately, I cannot
let you speak to that sheriff. What are you...
No, no, no! Mr. Cummings? Oh, Sheriff. We've
come by to check on that reactor shipment. It
got off safely this morning. Can I speak to you?
No, certainly. Let's go into my office. Is something
the matter? Yes, something's happened. What,
that reactor shipment? No. Mr. Cummings, I suspect
you're in serious danger. Why? A man was shot
to death yesterday evening right in front of
my office. He worked for the company that lost
that gold shipment. And the same thing had happened
to him that happened to you. He vanished? For
a whole day, with no recollection of what happened.
He was on his way to tell me that, but someone
saw him first. Well, how do you know that's what
he was going to tell you? His wife told me. But
whoever shot him, how did they know? What is
going on? Hello? Oh, just a minute. It's for
you, Sheriff. He's your deputy. Hello. Here,
Joey. What? When? You sure of the truck's identification?
Okay, I'll be right there. Cummings, your truck's
been hijacked. The one containing the reactor?
Yes. But how? That's not possible. No one knew
its schedule except you and me. Unless you told
someone. No, of course not. I didn't even mention
it to my wife this time. So now someone's got
everything he needs to manufacture a half dozen
hydrogen bombs, enough to annihilate this country.
Every person is ignorant, said Will Rogers, only
on different subjects. Well, on the subject which
concerns us most at the moment, we're all pretty
much in the dark. Whatever game is being played,
it's being played extremely well. and someone
is gathering some very deadly cards in his hand.
Just how he intends to play them will be the
topic of our third act when I return shortly.
A Greek sage was weeping for the death of his
son. Why do you weep, ask the pedant? since it
avails you nothing. That is why I weep, replied
the sage, because it does not avail. This is
the beginning of wisdom, but there are situations
in which something must avail that disaster is
to be prevented. In our present case, the urgency
is fraught with difficulty, for it's pretty hard
to hit a target when you don't know what you're
aiming at. Mr. Cummings, I've got to ask you
again to try to remember something, anything
about that missing day. I've gone over it a hundred
times. I've even walked through it, out of my
office, over to my car. Nothing jars my memory.
And somehow, someone is getting information there's
no way in the world he could get. It's not as
if you were bugged, might. The doctor examined
you thoroughly, and if he killed Peterson, there's
no reason why he won't try to kill you. What
am I supposed to do? Here. What's that? This
is my private land at my office. 5550231. If
anything happens or you remember anything, call
me at once. 5550231. Terrific. And what if someone
jumps me and I don't happen to be near a phone?
I'm bringing in the state police. I want the
whole desert region around here scanned from
the air. These people must have one heck of a
beach of operations. And we ought to be able
to find some trace of it somewhere. You just
taught the Cummings? Yeah. I told him about Peterson.
He still says he remembers nothing. You think
he's leveling with us? And I just don't think
he's the kind of a guy who'd be behind something
like this. But no one else knew anything about
that reactor shipment. Look, that's got to be
a more logical explanation than some omnipresent
criminal that you can't keep any secrets from.
How would Cummings have known about the gold
shipment? Maybe he and Peterson were in cahoots.
Look, unregistered gold could come in very handy
to finance a scheme like, like whatever they're
up to. It still doesn't explain how Peterson
was shot. That's your private line. I'll give
Cummings the number. Hello? Speaking. This is
Arthur Cummings. I've got to see you right away.
What's up? I think I'm beginning to remember
something about that day. I think I may know
what happened. Where are you? I'm just leaving
my office. If we could meet somewhere... You
name it. Why don't we meet at the county fairgrounds?
All right, I'll be there in 15 minutes. What's
up? That was Cummings. He thinks his memory is
beginning to come back. This could be it. You
want me to come with you? No, you stay here and
mind the store. I'm meeting him at the county
fairgrounds. I won't be gone long. Sheriff Baker?
Yes? Could I speak with you for a moment? Well,
I'm waiting for someone. Is it urgent? I can
assure you it won't take very long. Well? I don't
want you calling in the state police. What? You've
done too much snooping already. Who are you?
That's none of your business. Sheriff, your only
business now is to die. What? So that... Mr.
Cummings? Mr. Cummings? Huh? What? Oh, Joey.
Don't you move. What are you doing in my bedroom?
Just keep your voice down. Is that a gun? You
get out of bed real quiet here. You're coming
down to headquarters. Oh, why? I'm doing what
we should have done a long time ago before it
was too late. I'm putting you under arrest. What
for? Well, for starters, for the murder of Sheriff
Baker. The sheriff? Is dead? Well, what happened?
You called me on his private line. The number
he'd just given you. Joey, I never called him.
Look, I was right there when the phone rang.
Someone else must have gotten the number. How?
How, Mr. Cummings? Just how? Get some clothes
on. Fast! You got Mr. Cummings better down for
the night, Joey? Yeah, I'm staying with you tonight,
Sergeant. Just in case he's got any cronies who
might have ideas about springing him. You really
think it was him who killed the sheriff? No other
explanation makes sense. Listen, when you took
Cummings back to his cell, are you sure he was
clean? Yeah. I pressed him. Why? Well, I don't
know. With all this weird stuff going on, when
you knocked him past our short wave here, there
was some kind of a blip. Huh? What sounded like
feedback, you know, like when two mics get too
close together? I thought he might have pawned
something you missed. Microphone? No, that's
not possible. I checked him, and that doctor
went over him practically with a microscope.
All I'm telling you is what I heard. I wonder
if that is it. Sarge, let me use your typewriter.
What are you going to type? A little scenario
for me in Cummings to read out loud. Who's that?
Uh, just me, Miss Cummings. I thought I'd come
in and badger you a bit since you're here and
can't go anywhere. Badger me about what? You
see, I'm still convinced that if you tried hard
enough, you just might be able to remember a
little something about that missing day. But
how many times do I have to tell... What's that?
Are you sure? Uh... Well, uh... Maybe I do remember
something. Yes, I think I can see it now. There
was someone, but... Yes? Well, what's the matter?
Joey, I think I'd rather write it down. Write
it? Why? Well, I'm not sure yet, but I have a
feeling it'll be safer. Oh, all right. Come with
me, there's pencil and paper out front. Yeah,
that's all I can remember so far. Well, that
gives us something to go on. Thanks, Mr. Cummings.
I think that under the circumstances, I can release
you on your own recognizance. Do you want me
to call your wife to come get you? Yes. I mean,
no, I don't want to bother her at this hour.
I'll walk home, it's only a mile. You, you mean
I'm, I'm ready for you to go? Yeah. Well, uh,
good night. I think he played his part pretty
good, huh? What the heck was that all about?
What did he write down? Nothing. Well then, what
did you let him go for? Because I think he's
going to lead us to whoever or whatever killed
the sheriff. and is in possession of that nuclear
arsenal. Why the heck wouldn't he let me call
Bonnie? It's freezing. Oh, there's a car. Hey,
could you give me a lift? I'm not going far.
Of course. Get in. Thanks. I don't usually ask
for rides, but... What did you write down? What?
Oh, that deputy. What did you write down? Well,
I didn't... How did you know about that? It won't
do any good to December, Mr. Cummings. I want
to know what you told him. Hey, how do you know
my name? Who are you? What's that thing you're
pointing at me for? What happened? I introduced
myself to you a second time, Mr. Cummings. I'm
Dr. Jalmar Simon. A second time? We've met before?
Oh, yes. I know you wouldn't remember the occasion.
Nor shall you remember this one, but for a very
different reason. But that doesn't concern us
just yet. Where am I? This place, it's familiar.
We are at the top of a mesa in the middle of
the desert. It's like a fortress. An incredible
fortress. Yes. You're the man who took the reactor?
And the uranium. And from other sources all the
necessary implementation for delivering the bombs
I have built. Wherever I choose. How did you
do it? By certain refinements in the age -old
art of kidnapping, I let my kidnapped victims
go after I've performed a bit of minor surgery.
I implant into their bodies just under the skin
small transistorized chips that function like
a microphone and permit me to monitor them to
eavesdrop. But why don't I have any recollection
of this? You were unconscious the entire time.
I injected you with a strong anesthetic of my
own devising. I was examined by a doctor. He
didn't find any marks on me. I have invented
a machine I call an air jet. It can force injections
such as the anesthetic and the microscopic chips
into the body. With such force they literally
separate the skin without actually tearing it.
And what are you going to do with all this power?
Use it. Mr. Cummings, use it to get rid of all
the ugliness in this world. You mean destroy
it? Oh, the present can't be expected to understand,
of course. But the future will be grateful for
the chance that I intend to give the world to
start over. And me? How much did you remember?
And write down for that deputy. I didn't. I did.
I told him everything. He knows about this mesa.
He knows the location. I know that's not true.
But it hardly matters. It simply means another
trip back into town after I've killed you to
dispose of the deputy. Simon! Can you hear us?
What? I've got your message, Simon! It's Daniel
there! Where's that voice coming from? Above
you, Simon! Look out! It's your son. I can't
see. Drop the gun, Simon! Where? Where are you?
Where? I can hear you, but I can't see! No! Is
he dead? Julie, Julie, I don't know, I think
so. Sorry I had to use you to save the trap,
but that's why I had you write your recollections
to get his curiosity, Pete, so he'd keep you
alive. Boy, you arrived just in time. And how
did you know? Well, the sergeant caught a trace
of a microphone on your body. Wow, this fortress
is incredible. What was he planning to do with
all these weapons? He'd create the flood. What
flood he was going to take it upon himself to
cleanse the world only this time not with war
but with fire instead He said All of us are guided
by some kind of inner light Certain of these
lights are like the star the three wise men follow
and lead us to wisdom adoration But many a man
has followed a star that turned out to be an
ignis fatulus, one of those eerie mirages which
hover over marshes and churchyards, and lead
only to the chambers of the dead. Such a life
did John Mer -Simon follow, and such was his
end. I'll return shortly. We might say our story
fell into that category of mystery we can describe
as fanciful with a disturbing dash of the possible.
There are many ways to distinguish mankind from
the rest of the animal kingdom, and one of the
strangest is that we are the only species with
a compulsion to terrify ourselves. We do our
best to oblige this compulsion seven times a
week. on radio mystery theater. Our cast included
Russell Horton, Hettie Galen, Cork Benson, and
Ray Owens. The entire production was under the
direction of Hyman Brown. And now, a preview
of our next tale. He was smoking a pipe. How
was he smoking it? Upside down. Right to him.
Yes, that's what he does. Smokes on the bridge
of a ship that way. I thought because it was
raining he smoked his pipe upside down. Did you
see his face? Yeah, I see it. Lots of freckles
and a sharp pointed nose. I could see by his
lats. It's him, it's him again. It's him. Oh,
heaven protect me now. I can't sit still like
this, like a rat in the tent. What am I going
to do? Uncle, you're living in a civilized country.
There is a law if people threaten you. Now let
me drive over to the county police station tomorrow
morning. No, no, it's too late. And I'll see
that those sailors are taken care of. No, no,
no, he's coming. He's cruel. He'll kill me this
time for sure. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our mystery theater for another
adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.