Come in. Welcome. I am E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the sound of suspense. To the fear you can
hear. What do you think about witches? Not the
bony hags and atrocious crones of Shakespeare
and legend. Or the poor unfortunates of Salem.
But witches who are young. Witches. What beautiful
witches who even fall in love. Excuse me. Who
let you in here? Well, I hope I'm not disturbing
you. I'm only trying to make a deadline. Well,
if you're in the news business, I've got something
for you. It better be good. I... I'm going to
have to kill my wife. That won't be news till
you do it. I know I Want you to know why? Okay,
why? because She's a witch Our mystery drama
I warn you three times Was written especially
for the mystery theater by Sam Dan and stars
Joan Loring I'll be back shortly with Act One.
It's one of those miserable stormy nights in
the dead of winter. A thick, clinging, wet snow
seems determined to smother the entire earth
and everyone on it. You'd think that most people
would choose the cheerful indoors, a warming
fire, a relaxing drink, a comfortable bed. That's
the problem with most people. You can't figure
them. For instance, consider that line of cars
crawling down Main Street, bumper to bumper,
skidding, sliding. Where is everybody headed
on a night like this? Have we become a race of
lemmings? Do we follow some mysterious, unconscious
drive? An interesting speculation, but we won't
pursue it. We'd better consider the traffic,
which has come to a complete standstill. A car
seems to be stuck at the intersection. Let's
go, sister. That light's green. Oh, officer.
Well, what are you waiting for, lady? My husband.
Your husband. The light was red, and he said
he wanted to step out and clean off the rear
window. Hey, mister, you finished back there?
He just stepped out. It was a moment ago. Tom?
Maybe he slipped in the snow. Tom, are you all
right? Lady, ain't nobody around the back. He
just went out to clean the rear window. Yeah,
yeah, yeah, to clean the rear window. That's
what you said. But what could have happened to
him? Just sit there, mad lady. Hey, lay off of
that horn. I know you got one. What's wrong,
officer? Did you see a guy get out of that car?
Did I see a guy get out of the car? Yeah, yeah,
yeah. Did you? Are the police after someone and
escape? Oh, come on, Buster. Just tell me. Did
you see a guy cleaning off the rear window of
that car up front? Well, to tell you the truth,
I wasn't paying any... attention I was listening
to the radio now there could have been somebody
but then again I couldn't say there was it's
not that I'm not trying to get involved I'm a
citizen I know my duty but yeah yeah thank you
thank you where is my husband he was just there
lady he disappeared how could he disappear I
don't know I do know he ain't here what am I
going to do well you can't keep blocking traffic
lady you got to move on where I beats me But
you must find him. Look, you got troubles with
your husband, that's your problem. But when you
hold up traffic, that's my problem. Will you
feed her a little gas, please? Come on, let's
go. But I can't. Lady, you gotta go somewhere.
I can't go anywhere. I don't know how to drive.
Desk, Lieutenant Carroll. Nobody wants this guy,
you say? Well, technically, that isn't true.
His wife wants him. Okay. Well, look who's here.
Lieutenant. You won't win any Pulitzer prizes
around this joint tonight, Peterson. I was hoping
you might have a little bone to throw me. Page
one. I'll settle for two inches on the bottom
of page 38. If you promise to remember two R's
and one L, first name Irvin. Not Irving. Lieutenant
Irvin Carroll. We may have something shaping
up. I don't know where it can go. Everywhere
or nowhere. What have I got to lose? Sitting
over there on the first bench. That's nice. And
married. You win, you lose. A very, very weird
story. Tell me about it. No. Let her tell you
about it. Why don't you ask her? Excuse me. My
name is Fred Peterson. I'm a reporter for the
Union Messenger. Oh, no. I don't want to talk
to a reporter. Why not? Because I... Because
you're afraid? Why? Could you put Tom's picture
in the paper? Well, that depends. Has Tom done
anything? He's disappeared. Well, we'd need the
how, the when, the where. The when. About an
hour ago. Where? On Route 986 at Main Street.
How? Don't know You see we were driving south.
It was snowing hard and he said I can't see out
the rear window The light was red. He stepped
outside to wipe it off He didn't come back. Where
did he go? I don't know. Well, where could he
go? I don't know in that snow and and there's
nothing around there good Could you give me a
why I? Can't imagine I don't know what to do.
I sit here waiting Look, my name is Hedy Parsons
Tom and I We've been married five years. We don't
have any problems. I mean, we're very happy If
you print his picture in the story, maybe someone
will see it who can help us. Excuse me a minute
Well, yeah, I think I'll run with it I don't
blame you I was always partial to girls with
honey -colored hair and baby blue eyes. Ah, so
you noticed, too. Have you run a check on her
husband, Tom Parsons? Well, he's not one of the
known bad boys. No record at all. And what did
she say he did? He's an accountant. He has his
own business in the Barstow building. You looked
him up in the phone book? Checks out. They were
headed south, huh? That's what she says. If it
was a trip, there should have been bags. There
were. His and hers? His and hers. How does it
look? What do you want from me? I don't solve
crimes. I sit here behind a desk. Come on, Lieutenant.
This is one for you, Fred. How could a guy disappear
just like that? And in that storm... There's
no place to go. He could have had a car following
in back of them. A friend was driving it, maybe.
Well, he had to go somewhere. But why? Right
now, we're treating it as missing persons. It's
all we can do. He's not wanted for anything.
He's a legitimate citizen, far as we know. He
hasn't even done anything to her. At worst, he
left her in a car. He hasn't even deserted her.
Yet. Who was driving? He was. She can't. Well,
that's abandoning her, isn't it? No. At best,
we'd have him for abandoning the car. Yeah. Yeah,
excuse me a minute. Listen, Mrs. Parsons. Yes?
Why don't you go home? I've got my car outside.
Oh, no, no. I want to be here in case they find
Tom. They'll let you know if they find him. No,
I don't want to be home alone tonight. I... I
just want to stay here. But it may be hours.
It may be even days. Don't say that. I'm sorry.
I... I'm just so jumpy and so nervous. I can't
believe what's happened to me. Well, if you're
gonna sit here, you should have some coffee and
a sandwich. Oh, I couldn't think of food. I'll
be right back. Hey there. Officer Dennis. Now,
look who's here, the friendly reporter. Yeah,
listen, that girl... Yeah, I was going to ask
what girl, but I won't. Yeah, I want to start
at the beginning. Oh. Well, you know, Lieutenant
Carroll's got two Rs, but Patrolman Dennis got
two Ns. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What did happen?
Like she said, he went out to clean the rear
window, and he was gone. Anybody see him? I checked
the car in back, but who looks, who notices?
Where could he have gone to around here? Well,
on the south side, you got open fields. On this
side... A couple of warehouse buildings locked
up. Night watchman? Yeah, he's a retired cop.
No sign of anybody trying to break in, to hide
or whatever he may have wanted to do. Okay, so
what could have happened to the guy? It's all
very interesting, but in 15 minutes I go off
duty and I won't have to worry about it. Didn't
think I could touch a thing, but I must have
been starving Has there been any word? Yeah,
you'll hear the minute. They know now listen
Hetty I can help you, but you have to help me.
I'll do whatever I can we have two basic roads
to explore One somebody was out to get your husband.
Oh, no no Tom is the mildest sweetest most obliging
guy on earth He has absolutely no enemy that
you know about Tom and I have no secrets from
each other. Everybody has at least one enemy.
Tom is incapable of hurting anyone in any way.
He sounds too good to be true. If he does have
a problem, that's it. All right. The second road
to explore. He wasn't pushed, he jumped. What
does that mean? It means he walked out on you.
Oh. It's it's inconceivable. Why? I've had a
liberal education tonight. Mr. Peterson. Call
me Frey. No, not yet or maybe never I've been
introduced to a new world. I've been thrown in
with people who Basically don't believe in anyone
Don't trust anyone, and perhaps they have good
cause. Perhaps that's how life is in their world.
Perhaps their world is the real world, but it
isn't my world. May I ask, do you come from another
world? It's entirely possible. I won't call you
Fred unless and until we become friends. But
that's just a little thing. The policeman who
brought me here is a confirmed cynic. So is the
lieutenant. And so are you. I must plead guilty
as charged. All of you propose two basic hypotheses.
A, my husband was ambushed by enemies. B, my
husband abandoned me. You can't conceive of people
who... They simply don't make or have enemies.
You can't conceive of people who are completely
in love. I'm not a fool, Mr. Peterson. I read
these attitudes. What a wonderful world you live
in, Mrs. Parsons. I hope you can stay there always.
We're so dependent on each other, Tom and I.
We need each other. We're... We're so complete
together. But we still have the basic fact of
his disappearance. Yes, but all you can see are
two alternatives. There is a third, you know.
Really? Perhaps he was taken ill, suddenly, and
he just wandered off. Oh, maybe I should go back.
I've already been back there. There's no place
he could have wandered off to Tell me Does he
have a history of any sort of illness amnesia
anything like that? No, nothing like that Well,
then where are we? nowhere Perhaps you are nowhere.
Mr. Peterson. Okay. Tell me where you are. I
have faith Believe Tom will be found or he will
find himself and he will have an absolutely reasonable
and rational explanation I hope so Tom, darling.
Tom, what happened to you? I was so scared. Darling,
you're all right. Eddie, are you all right? Yes.
I don't understand. I happened to tune in the
news and there it was. Tom Parsons' accountant
with offices in the Barstow building had disappeared
under mysterious circumstances. Tom, I was so
worried. Mr. Parsons was driving with his wife.
He stepped out of the car to clean off the rear
window and... Eddie, what did you tell them?
I wasn't in the car with you. I was at home.
Well, here we have the story of two people who
love each other deeply, who trust each other
completely. It sounds like the Garden of Eden.
But we all know what happened back there in the
traffic and the snow. We shall return shortly
with Act Two. You've seen these couples or rather
heard of them they dwell in a sea of perfect
harmony Never a ripple of discord But when they
do have a disagreement Well, it's a beaut Here
we have Fred Peterson listening to Hedy and Tom
Parsons having a fantastic difference of opinion
Tom Tom, how can you say that Eddie darling?
I was not in the car with you. I was home home
you said let's get out of this miserable cold
and snow let's head south for a couple of weeks
Eddie when did I say that how could I say that
you know I'm swamped with work at the office
you came home this afternoon Tom you said how
would you like to leave for Florida tonight and
I said give me an hour to pack excuse me who's
he oh he's just I'm just Fred Peterson of the
Union messenger a reporter please please please
don't be alarmed I assure you it's a thoroughly
respectable profession well I I see no point
in, well, emblazoning this all over the newspapers.
Is there anything to emblazon, as you put it?
This is a private affair. Tom, tell me what happened.
What happened to you after you left me? Eddie,
I told you I never left. Tom. How could I have
left you? I wasn't with you. Oh, no, Tom. This
time I have witnesses. The police officer, he
knows you went out to clear the rear window.
How does he know? Because he... Because you told
him. Mr. Parsons, now obviously your wife seems
distraught. I would suggest... Keep your suggestions
to yourself, Mr. Peterson. Don't you dare imply
that I'm overwrought or nervous or hysterical.
I am completely calm, extremely rational and
absolutely in command of myself. I know what
happened this evening. Mr. Peterson, this is
obviously a private matter between my wife and
me and nobody's business but ours. What did you
mean, Mrs. Parsons, when you said that this time
you had witnesses? Have there been other times
when... Hetty, it doesn't do us any good to air
this in public. All right, Tom. Take me home.
Let me talk to that officer at the desk there,
find out if there's anything we have to do. Well?
Well what? Friend, husband, Tom. He didn't turn
out to be quite as advertised. And what is that
supposed to mean? He isn't quite the sweetest,
mildest, most obliging guy on earth, is he? He
is to me. I guess it's all a matter of how these
words are defined, isn't it? And about this oh
-so -complete understanding between the two of
you. Won't you at least admit you're having a
difference of opinion right now? I don't have
to admit anything. Okay. Okay. Don't shoot. I'll
go quietly Are you sure you really want me to
go please regardless of what you say to me? You
are in trouble. Oh, no, don't deny it. Well,
what if I am I'd like to help you why because
would you want to help me if I were Middle -aged
and fat and sloppy and ugly. It isn't ten minutes
ago. You accused me of living in a world where
no one trusted the next fellow or believed in
him. You accused me of being a confirmed cynic.
Is it possible you don't remember what you say
from one minute to the next? I'm sorry. Don't
be. There's a great deal to what you said. You're
kind, but no one can help you. I could try. And
no one should try either. Why not? It's too dangerous.
That. was the wrong thing to say to me. I'm warning
you. You're only getting me in deeper. Please,
Fred. For openers, my business is to take chances
and get myself into... Hey, you know what happened?
What? You called me Fred. I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have but you did and that means we're friends
Look, I only know the one who set up the ground
rules for this thing first names are for friends
only Please forget what happened here tonight.
I warned you already warned me twice. It won't
work I can only warn you three times. You mean
you keep school. Please don't joke Fred You keep
saying the wrong word or I should say the wrong
name. The wrong name is Fred You can't call me
Fred and expect me to forget everything. I warn
you. I warn you for the third time. Forget all
about tonight for your own sake, for your own
safety. And after saying all that, you still
expect me to forget about it. I... Tell my husband
I'll wait for him outside in the car. Wait a
minute, Hattie. I warned you, Fred. I warned
you three times. Now, goodbye. Where's my wife?
She said she'd meet you in the car Mr. Peterson
if I were you I'd forget everything that happened
tonight. Is that a threat? No a warning. That's
all I've been getting around here warnings Well
for your own good take them serious, and if I
don't you'll regret it for the rest of your life
Which may not be a long you still insist that
you're not threatening me. I'm Only trying to
help you really and why should you do that? Why
I? Don't know why Maybe it's because the last
guy tried to help me what last guy I didn't listen
to him Alaska. What do you mean? Nothing forget
it, you know with you and your wife. It seems
everything turns out to be nothing and forget
I don't think it matters now. I have an idea.
It's already too late for you I'm sorry Good
night. Mr. Peterson Hey Fred Fred yeah lieutenant
I'm coming well Well what? There's nothing there
for his boys in blue what's in it for the fourth
estate Looks like he's trying to drive her nuts.
It could also be the other way around. I don't
think so Because of that honey -colored blonde
hair? Oh, lieutenant, lieutenant, you always
know where the exposed nerve is. Just stop and
figure it. Couldn't this also be her way of trying
to drive him nuts? As a reporter, I would have
to say yes. But, uh, as a man? I don't know.
Well, you got a problem, Fred. How are you gonna
tackle it? As a reporter or as a man? Good morning.
Oh, Fred. What are you doing here? Won't you
ask me to come in? Well, I... You could also
offer me a cup of coffee. It's been a long drive
on a cold morning. Oh, well... I suppose you
might as well come inside. How gracious. I'm
sorry. I'm... Well, I'm still upset and you should
know why. Come into the kitchen. I was just pouring
myself a cup. Thanks. Charming place you have
here. Thank you. I suppose Tom is generous enough
when it comes to money and things. The implication
being that he is not generous when it comes to
what? Fred, if you insist on talking about Tom,
I'll have to ask you to leave. Okay. Let's talk
about you. No. We can't talk about me either.
What can we talk about? The weather. Politics,
sports. You'd be surprised I'm a very well -informed
person. We could talk about art or literature.
I didn't come here to talk about those things.
I know why you came here. Do you? Fred, I'm a
married woman. But you're not a happily married
woman. I'm happy enough. Okay. Let me tell you
why I'm here. As a reporter, that is. It doesn't
happen very often that you get a chance to be
in on a story before it's a story. You follow
me? No. Last night all I could have gotten out
of it might have been a squib on the back page
or maybe nothing But something's happening here.
Something's building. I don't know what it is
But one of you is lying one of you is trying
to destroy the other and you think you can stop
it Oh, no, that's not my job But there's gonna
be an explosion and I want to be there when it
blows Because then I'll have a story And that's
all this is. That's all I am to you. A story.
I was talking as a reporter. But as a man...
Yes? As a man, I'd... I'd like to help you, Hattie.
Even if it meant losing your story? Yes. I'd
like to believe that. Why can't you? I tried
to warn you, Fred. Look, we had all that last
night. I can't warn you anymore, but remember...
I did warn you. Yeah, sure. Don't brush it aside,
Fred. Heady on the general subject of warnings.
I've had a few in my day, from gangsters, from
politicians. I mean from people who had clout.
But I did warn you. Look, if you want me to,
I'll sign a receipt. Let the record show that
you warned me. You were right. He is trying to
destroy me. Ah, finally. Why? I don't know. Okay,
let's go through the standards. Is he after your
money? I don't have any. Another woman. I don't
think so. Is he tired of you? I don't know. Well,
none of this is very helpful. I'm sorry. What
was this business you were giving me back in
the station house about your perfect marriage,
about your perfect husband? Because he is. It's
just... Well, now and then he imagines things
like last night. What's now and then? Oh, every
few months. One time he stranded me up in Maine.
Another time we was supposed to go to Europe.
He told me he would be delayed and to get on
the plane He would make the next one and there
I was all by myself in Paris He denied everything.
Has he seen a doctor? Yes, and it hasn't done
any good. Is he overworked? Oh, yes Well, maybe
he needs a long vacation. I'm sure of it It all
sounds pretty simple to me except for one little
item. Why have you insisted on warning me? Because
it was the right thing to do I don't understand.
First you imply that everything is so simple.
Then when I start to believe it, you drop a little
suggestion that throws me off balance. I can't
seem to get anything definite out of you. Oh,
but you did. What was that? A warning. Hey, Lieutenant.
Hey, how goes the Parson case? How did you know
I was gonna ask you about the party? That honey
blonde hair. Does it really show that much? Well,
you are hooked. You know, Sammy, that's true.
And she may even be playing me like a fish. So
what can I do for you? Well, no crime has been
committed yet, but you can bet there's one on
the way. Well, till then, we're handcuffed around
here. Sure, but you got all the facts. What facts?
I mean... I mean, you can get at them in a routine
way. Work up both of them, some past histories.
That's spending the taxpayers' money. You spend
the taxpayers' money every day. Something's ready
to blow up there. Just be ready for it. That's
all I'm asking. Actually, Fred, if you want the
truth, we've already started. And? Keep in touch.
Yeah? They said you're in this office. Well,
look who's here Tom Tom the Piper son, come on
in Mr. Peterson, I've decided to tell you everything
because Because I know you're in love with my
wife. Wait a minute now There are all kinds of
meaningless expressions. Wait a minute. See here.
Hold on or if you Let's dispense with them. You
can't accuse me. I don't accuse you I state a
fact. Well, let's be fair. I only met your wife
last night. I admit she's attracted. I don't
even know her. That's what I told him. That's
what you told who? The last guy. The last guy
she was married to. I wish I knew how to start
this. Well, start at the beginning. Okay. I'm
an accountant. You're a reporter. Both of us
are. Men of the world. I mean this world You
live on facts. I live on figures So, how can
I tell you how can I expect you to believe me
when I say? That Hetty Isn't a human being at
all. She isn't now She's a witch Yes, that's
what he said. A witch. But how can it be? Wasn't
all that witch business over and done with more
than 200 years ago? Well, that's what we intend
to find out shortly when I return with Act 3.
Tom Parsons and Fred Peterson sit in a newspaper
office. Both are young, alert, stylishly dressed,
every bit the modern, sophisticated men of today.
And yet, the subject, the very serious subject
under discussion is witchcraft, of all things.
Well, it isn't every day a man accuses his wife
of being a witch. It isn't every day a man finds
out he's married to one. I can only say it's
incredible. I know. That's what I said when he
told me. When who told you? The last guy. Tell
me about the last guy. I met Hetty on a cruise
ship about five years ago. She said her husband
had just somehow disappeared. She was distraught.
You know, she does the distraught bit to perfection.
I know nothing of the kind. What happened? Had
he... had he fallen overboard? Well, that's...
that's what she made everybody think. Till we
got a radiogram from shore. He claimed he knew
nothing about the trip. Well, either he had boarded
the boat or he hadn't. Okay, let's get all of
that cleared away. There was a ticket in his
name. There were some people who claimed they
had seen him. The trouble is... There was a pretty
drunk barn voyage party. Most everyone was in
no shape to remember anything. Oh, yes, yes,
a steward did claim to have seen him aboard,
but... But? I'm convinced the steward was bribed.
So I bought her story. I fell in love with her.
Just as you did. And I helped her kill it. Just
as you're going to help her kill me. Yeah, I
think I know what you think you think I'm a nut
You could look it up Five years ago Stacey's
Mountainville Lodge in the Adirondacks. She called
me. She was desperate come up here He's going
to kill me. I flew up. I found them. They were
near a cliff She was screaming for help. I started
fighting him off. I I Guess he slipped he he
fell Over the side he was killed look it up coroner's
office You'll see An accident let's assume I
buy all this. How does it make her a witch? Oh?
She told me She'll tell you afterwards She's
a witch She falls in love with men gets tired
of them and destroys them I think you must be...
I know, I know. I'm here to warn you. But I'm
gonna kill her first. Let me get you a cup of
coffee. You're a fool! I'm here to save your
life! Sure, sure. Okay. Look her up. I mean that.
See if you can find a trace of her. See if you
can find out where or when she was born, who
her parents were. She has absolutely no background,
I tell you! Don't, don't, don't get excited.
This is all so familiar! All of this is what
he said to me and what I said to him Back there
before I killed him now. Nobody's gonna kill
anybody. I don't know you But you look like a
nice guy Take my advice Save yourself Save yourself
I'm not sure I should be here with you tonight,
Fred. Well, you wouldn't let me visit you at
home. Oh, it just wouldn't look right. Yeah,
but it's all on the level. I'm a newspaper man.
It's business. I'm doing a story. I had a very
proper upbringing. Where were you raised, Hetty?
I'd rather not talk about it. Why? Well, I told
you it was proper. But it wasn't happy I shouldn't
say this but there were times When I thought
my parents were ogres Fred is something wrong.
No, no, no, no. I just hope I didn't spill anything
on you. No, I Didn't have a happy childhood.
I don't like to discuss it Here's something we
should discuss. I spoke with Tom this morning
Think I know what he told you so far out. I even
hesitate to mention it, but Obviously he believes
it. I insisted that he see a psychiatrist. In
fact, we both went and It's the doctor's opinion
that Tom is riddled with guilt You see he thinks
he murdered Larry Larry my first husband but
Larry was a brute I was very young and We're
really too young to know anything about people
Larry was a drunk. I didn't know that either
and when he had a few he would abuse me Well,
I shouldn't have done it but I was terrified
I called Tom and he came up and got into a fight
with Larry and Well, there was that accident,
but why should he get that far -out notion about
you according to the doctor it had to be something
Well something he could live with something that
could justify what he did and he really has a
vivid imagination strikes me as a Very sober
minded person aside. He was a lit major at college.
He became an accountant because he had to make
a living I I Don't know what I'm going to do
about him Fred. I've had so much trouble in my
life and He's really a wonderful guy and I love
him Why does he want to destroy us? Why should
he have a guilty conscience about Larry? Whatever
happened was in self -defense. Well, look everything
will turn out all right Oh, you're only saying
that because you have to say something. No, I
believe it. Oh Tom Yes, it's Tom But you said
you were working late. Well, I am I just took
a break for dinner Join you, please Fred, you
obviously didn't hear a word I said this morning,
did you? I heard every word. Heard them all and
listened to none? Tom, you're not well, and I
think we should... Oh, I know what you think.
You think we should go away for a rest and all
that. Forget it. I know what I have to do, and
I'm gonna do it. Poor Fred. I feel sorry for
you. You're in love with her. To keep the record
straight, I'm a reporter. There's a story here.
I aim to get it. Sure, sure. That's what you
tell yourself. Let's go along with you, Tom.
Suppose what you say is true. Suppose she's what
you say she is. Why not walk out, get a divorce?
I can't. Why? I hope you never find out. You
see, she destroys you. She takes away your capacity
to love. Your feelings your mind It's as if you're
only just Nourishment for her And when everything
you have to give is gone she discards you for
someone else Tom for your own sake I think you
should be under a doctor's care in a hospital.
I suppose I should But I want to save you It'll
make up for Larry. I must apologize Fred for
exposing you to all this I shouldn't have come
here, but you wanted to expose him to all this
That's why you came here. You knew I always eat
here when I work late. Tom, I'll do anything
you want. Just tell me. Disappear. As a supernatural
person, you can arrange that without any problems.
Please, Fred, go now. Leave us alone. But I don't
wanna go. He's my problem. I have to live with
it. And if you stay, well... An audience always
excites him. Look who finally showed up. What
happened to that Nobel Prize for journalism you
were working on? Lieutenant, there is no Nobel
Prize for journalism. Well, what happened anyhow?
I got off it all. Couldn't make heads or tails.
Well, we're still on it. As a matter of fact,
information keeps pouring in all the time. On
her? On him. Funny duck. He was always interested
in spirits, that kind of thing. He wrote his
master's thesis on something called... Demonology.
Well, there's nothing there for me as a man or
a reporter both You know, I've been married ten
years and I've never been tempted but if I could
be She could do it. Oh that dame or something.
I'm surprised at you lieutenant But there's hope
for you if what you say about the husband is
true He winds up in the loony bin and after a
respectable interval she could be yours That's
what's in your mind, right? You are the most
cynical person I know. Calm off it. We're two
of a kind. I'd even wait for her myself. Lieutenant
Carroll. Is, uh, Fred Peterson there, please?
Hold on, I'll see. It's, uh, the girl you love.
Cut it out. Okay, the girl we love. You here?
Yeah, yeah, I guess I'm here. Take it. Hello?
Fred, I'm scared. What's the matter, Hetty? Don't
ask any questions. Just come to my place. Quickly!
Come in, Fred. Oh, darling, I'm so glad you're
here. Hetty, why are you shaking like that? I'm
frightened. I'm so frightened. Please, please,
Hetty, calm down. I'm here. Everything is gonna
be all right. I know it. I know. It's wrong for
me to talk to you like this to feel like this
But I can't know how we'll work it out. Somehow.
We'll work it out now now now. Why are you scared?
He asked me to take his suit to the cleaners
this morning and I found this in his pocket to
receipt read it From Carrington's one double
-action Danforth -Welson revolver caliber 32.
He bought a gun Don't you see he bought a gun?
Why would he buy a gun if he didn't want to kill
me? Well, I think we have enough to interest
the police now. Are you sure about that Tom?
Well answer the question Fred What do you expect
from the police? I have a permit for this gun.
I have every right to own it Look Tom, I get
very nervous when people point guns at me. Maybe
it's unreasonable, but dear You mind putting
that that thing away? Well, I will After I use
it no time. I'll be a fool. You're not a killer.
I always thought that so just now Tom listen
Let's say you're right that she is a witch. Okay,
don't you see you couldn't kill her anyhow? You'd
empty the gun at her. It wouldn't mean a thing
fine Why don't we find out? I won't let you get
away from me Fred I'm going to kill her! Stop
it! Stop it! Tom! Tom! You did it again, Eddie.
You did it again. Call a doctor, Eddie. What
for? You poor sucker. You think she... She's
not worth it. You think she's paradise? She is.
She is. But it doesn't last. It doesn't last.
And then she'll kill you. She'll kill you too.
Tom. He's he's dead You saw you saw there was
nothing I could do Lieutenant Carroll lieutenant,
it's Fred What I mean is I have absolutely no
news for her. Lieutenant, listen to me. You know,
we drew a complete blank on that dame. We trace
her back to St. Louis City Hall, where she married
a guy named Larry Billows. She gave her home
address as Charterville, Illinois. But there's
no such place. Listen, Lieutenant. As if this
dame just materialized out of thin air. No background
at all. Wait a minute. Eddie. Who are you? Hello?
Oh, Fred. Fred, why did you call? Who are you,
Eddie? Fred, what's on your mind? Eddie! I warned
you three times, Fred. I warned you three times.
And how many warnings would you have needed?
Or heeded? That's the trouble. When they have
honey blonde hair, it's so hard to take them
seriously a mistake You should always take every
woman seriously We'll be back shortly Are there
really witches Everyone must keep his own counsel
on the matter. However, if you should happen
upon a damsel in distress, and she has honey
blonde hair and baby blue eyes, remember, we
warned you three times. Our cast included Joan
Loring, Mason Adams, Tom Keena, Alan Manson,
and Sam Gray. The entire production was under
the direction of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall
inviting you to return to our mystery theater
for another adventure in the macabre. Until next
time, pleasant dreams.