Come in. Welcome. I'm EG Marshall. Welcome to
The Sound of Suspense. to the fear you can hear.
Consider this. What is the nature of danger?
Is it a clear threat to our safety? Or is it
a murky product of our imagination? And what
is safety? Do we ever really possess it? Isn't
there always danger? Our tale is about a little
old lady who ran from danger. and was pursued
by a cat. How did you get into this house? Now
get! I didn't even touch you. What's the matter
with you? Sooner or later you're going to have
to get out of my house. Don't you think I want
to feed you because I'm not? There's nothing
in the house to eat anyway. How in the world
did you ever get in here? How am I going to get
rid of you? Our mystery drama, The Resident,
was written especially for the mystery theater
by Elspeth Eric and stars Carmen Matthews. I'll
be back shortly with act one. It's hard to live
with danger. Hard if you're old, elderly. Hard
if you're a woman and hardest if you're alone
Miss Malvina Thrip is elderly a woman and alone
How many years since I lived in a place with
stairs Forty at the very least How am I going
to navigate up and down six eight times a day
at my age? Well, I wanted to get out of the city
and here I am Oh, but it's a nice house. It really
is a nice house. What was that? Was that a cat?
Didn't I hear a cat? I'm sure... All right, Malvina.
You heard a cat. There's nothing surprising about
hearing a cat, nothing alarming. The thing is
that I haven't lived in a house since I was a
child. It makes me feel very alone. Not that
I'm not used to being alone. I like being alone,
but in the city there was always somebody around
other tenants not necessarily anyone you'd want
to know or or even talk to but but you'd meet
them maybe in the elevator and and exchange a
few words Not that I even knew their names or
cared to also There were the children at school
But I never knew what to say to them either What
I really liked was to talk to people on buses.
Because sooner or later one of us had to get
off. Quiet out there, cat! Cat, go away! Honestly,
cat, I will not let you in my house. Well, where
are you? After all that racket, where are you?
Cat? Gone off to howl at somebody else. Well,
good. All that meowing. Well, how in the world
did you get in here? Did you skitter through
the door without my seeing you? My, you're a
big cat, aren't you? Big yellow eyes. And you're
sitting in my chair, you know that. Get down.
Get off my chair. Could that be? Maybe somebody
looking for you. I devoutly hope so. Mailman!
Mail? For me? Well, nobody knows I'm here. I
just moved in. One letter addressed to resident.
You the resident of this house? Oh, I'm the resident,
all right. As of this morning. Here's your letter.
Thank you. It says, Sam's Garage. Circular. Sam
runs a good garage. I don't have a car. Better
luck next time. Mr. Mailman, do you know anybody
who's lost a cat? You found a cat? It's in my
house. It doesn't want to leave. Crazy about
you, huh? I wouldn't say that, no. Maybe if you
leave the door open, it'll sort of wander out.
Well, is that safe? To leave the door open? In
this town? Are you kidding? Well, it's good to
hear that. I had a cooperative apartment in the
city. Every cent I had was invested in it, and
I traded it for this house, to be safe. Everybody
here was born here and is about to die here.
I'll inquire around if anybody's lost a cat.
Thank you. I'd appreciate it. Oh, no. Leave it
open, he said. Safe, he said. Well, now, cat,
any time you're ready, the door is open. You
can... Where are you? Where have you gone to?
Are you still in this house? Looking for someone?
Oh! You frightened me. The door was open. I left
it open for the cat. You have a cat? No, no,
I don't have a cat. It just showed up here a
little while ago, and it didn't seem about to
leave, so I... Did you, uh... Did you want something?
Something in particular, Miss... Viola's my name.
Viola? What? I've forgotten. Oh, you have a little
scratch on your arm. Well, the cat did that.
What did you do to the cat? Well, I just wanted
her to get out of my chair. Why did you? Well,
it's my favorite chair. No wonder. It's nice.
Oh, you... you don't want to sit in it. Yes,
I do. Well, it has cat hairs all over it. These
old dungarees have been up against worse than
cat hairs. Okay to drop my knapsack here? Oh.
You... live alone. I just moved in. This morning.
I saw you. You did? I should think you'd want
a nice cat living here with you. Well, I don't.
Anyway, it seems to have disappeared. Maybe she
went upstairs. You think so? I think it's possible.
Well, I must go and have a look. Good idea. If
you want to be on your way now... Not quite yet.
Do you need some money? I have a little in the
house, not much, but... I just want to sit here
in this nice chair. You go ahead. Go upstairs.
But I... I won't steal anything. Oh, I didn't
mean to suggest. There's nothing to steal. Well,
if you want to rest yourself... I do. I really
do. Yes. Well, you rest yourself and I'll just
look upstairs. Maybe I'll take a hot bath and
change my clothes because I'm going out for dinner.
Going out? There's no food in the house. I don't
like leaving you here. You want me to come with
you? Oh, no. No, I'll go by myself. Oh, wait.
You forgot your letter. Oh, that's nothing. I
guess it's yours. Resident. Is that you? What
a nice name. My name is Malvina Thrip. Malvina
Thrip. I think resident is a much nicer name.
It could be anybody. Miss Viola, why don't you
leave right now? Miss Thrip, I shall leave when
I'm good and ready. Now go on upstairs. I really
don't understand why I'm letting myself be subjected
to all this. I'll be back shortly. Why, Miss
Thrip, you were born to be subjected to all this
and more. One bedroom door closed. You are a
natural victim, Miss Thrip. Other door closed.
Rest well, Miss Thrip. Pull the pretty pink and
white afghan up around your shoulders and rest
well. There's excitement in store for you There
you are my beautiful come here Come evil come
to my arms My beautiful evil one She's lying
down now upstairs on her little white bed She's
staring at the ceiling Making plans. She'll stay
up there for a while, so you and I must make
our plans, too. Our careful, careful plans. Feeling
better, Miss Thrip? You're still here. You've
changed your clothes. What on earth? What on
earth are you doing? This is our dinner. I'm
going out. I told you. Look, a barbecued chicken
and a bottle of wine. What on earth? I had them
in my knapsack. On the road, I buy a chicken
and a bottle of wine every day. Have a drumstick.
I couldn't. Not hungry? Not a bit hungry. Oh.
You pack up your chicken and your wine and your
knapsack and you get out of my house. Miss Thrip,
you sit down. Sit. Down, you old fool. Now listen
to me. You're a selfish old lady. Here you are
with a little gem of a house, two bedrooms, and
you won't even share a little corner of it. It's
my house. It's my house. Mine, mine, mine. What
a way to talk. But it is my... Don't you know
what it is to share? Why should I share my house
with you with anybody if I don't want sharing
that makes life beautiful miss strip Don't you
know that for heaven's sake? No, well, then you
are going to learn Here Have some wine Perhaps
I better of course you better There you are Say
thank you Viola Thank you. Viola. Viola. Thank
you, Viola. Eat a piece of chicken. No, I couldn't.
But thank you, Viola. Finish the wine. Drink
it all down. I don't drink wine as a rule or
anything else. Rules were made to be broken.
Do you like me, Miss Thrip? Well, I... I'm sure
you're a very nice girl, really, but don't you
think you ought... I mean, do your parents know
where you are, what you're doing? What are parents?
Your father, your mother. Oh, my biological predecessors.
Do they know what you're doing? Wandering about
with a knapsack, living off of chicken and wine?
Let me fill your glass. They don't care. And
I don't care. It's very strange. Only the very
weak cling to their families. Well, I know I'm
not strong, but on the other hand, I'm not weak
either. I don't think I am. Wishy -washy. I've
supported myself. I've lived alone. I haven't
complained. You call that being strong? Well,
it isn't being weak. Anyway, I... I've never
thought it was. You've endured, Miss Thrip. Strong
people don't endure things. They change them.
They take things and they change them. I wouldn't
know how to change. To take. If one way doesn't
work, try another. That's how. The thing is,
get what you want. I want my house. I want my
house. Take it. If you just go. Make me. would
just go. If I could just have my house back again
the way it was when I moved in. You want more
chicken, Miss Thrip? Oh no, no. It's the cat.
She's back. You like those bones, do you, my
lovely? My evil. My beautiful evil. What did
you call her? Eva. That's her name. How do you
know what her name is? Because I just named her.
Evil is a horrible name. Oh, it isn't. Think
about it, Miss Thrip. Evil, spelled backwards,
is Liv. Think about that. Evil, spelled backwards,
is Liv. EVIL. L -I -V -E. The girl's right. No
doubt about it. But wait. Take the same letters
and mix them up again. And they spell vile. V
-I -L -E. Think about that. I'll be back shortly
with act two. Now let's get back to the story
of a lady living alone. Until a cat moved in.
A cat named Evil. Until a girl moved in, named
Viola. And the lady no longer lived alone. Wake
up, Ms. Thrip. It's morning. Time to wake up.
What? Huh, we're... What happened? You went to
sleep on the couch, that's all. Why did I do
that? Who are you? You know me, I'm Viola. Why
are you holding that cat? This is evil. Evil
slept upstairs with me on my bed. Your bed? Don't
you remember anything at all? I wanted the cat
to get out of my house. And evil wouldn't go,
would you? You lovely thing. And then... You
walked into my house. A total stranger. I won't
be a stranger for long. You can count on that.
I want you to get out of my house. You and the
cat, both of you. Can't you understand that?
This is my house. Where's the telephone? I don't
have a telephone. Why? Look at you. You've got
my dress on. Why don't you have a telephone?
How dare you put my dress on? My dungarees were
dirty. Why don't you have a telephone? I haven't
had one put in yet. No, I'll have to go out.
You're leaving? I have to go out and get some
food. We have to have breakfast, don't we? I
don't care about breakfast. I want my house back.
Miss Thrip, you really must stop being so selfish.
I just want what belongs to me. That's not selfish.
Listen, old lady. I'm going out, but I'll be
back. Don't get any ideas in your foolish head
that you can keep me out. I'll get the police.
I'll tell them... Tell them a girl is in your
house and a cat? Tell them they moved in and
ate chicken and drank wine, and so did you, till
you fell asleep on the sofa? But... But it's
true! Does it sound true? But... I'll show them!
They'll see! I'll hide. Where? Where would you
hide? Under the porch. Behind a bush. Up a tree.
In the attic. In the cellar. Under the stairs.
Oh, I know how to hide. You've done this before.
You've moved in on people before. I do it all
the time. I have to live, don't I? Well, I've
got to get going or we'll all starve. Please,
take the cat with you. And leave you all alone.
I want to be alone. It... It's what I'm used
to. I'm off to the store. I won't forget you,
Evo. I'll bring you something delicious. Be quiet,
Cat. I want to think. I'm afraid. That's what
I am. Scared to death. Oh, I wish I had my little
apartment back in the city. I loved it there.
I really did. Well, no use thinking about that.
Those people have it now. They'd never let me
have it again and take back this awful house.
Why, you're purring, aren't you? Are you talking
to me? What are you saying? Tell me. Oh, tell
me. Because I'm not just frightened. I'm panicky.
I don't know what to do. I don't want to do anything
foolish. And when people are in a panic, they
do do foolish things. Anything I did might be
foolish. There's no use locking the door, is
there? There's no use going to neighbors. They
don't even know who I am. They've never seen
me before. Neighbors. The police. Well, those
are things I do in the city. Sensible things.
Practical things. Not here, though. No, I'm...
I'm in a strange place. In very strange circumstances.
You're a very extraordinary cat. I'm not going
to pretend I like you. I couldn't fool you anyhow,
could I? Of course I couldn't. But you're very
unusual. I'm sure you're very wise, very knowing.
You must know strange things, secret things that
I don't know, couldn't possibly know. Evil things.
is live. And I want to live. And I can't live
being afraid like this. Fear is an impossible
thing to live with. So tell me, Cat, tell me
what to do. I'm sure you know. And I'll do whatever
you say. What did you? You wouldn't be such a
fool. We're in the kitchen. Well, there you are.
The two of you. We're hungry. Well, I bought
plenty. Eggs and butter and all that kind of
stuff for breakfast. Coffee, tea, and meat and
vegetables for dinner. Enough for the whole week.
The whole week? I don't want to keep going to
the store. Did you have enough money for all
this? Of course not, I charged it. To me? To
Miss Malvina Thrip. But didn't they say anything?
They don't even know me. That's how small towns
are. They just went ahead and charged it? They'd
never do that in the city? They gave me a couple
of applications to fill out for charge accounts.
I said I'd drop them by tomorrow. You'd better
sign them. In the city, I always pay cash. You're
not in the city now. Oh, I know, I know. So sign
them. There. That fixes that. Viola, did you
say... Did you tell them at the store that you
were me? I said my name was Malvina Thrip, so
I guess they thought I was Malvina Thrip. Uh,
are you just going to sit there? Or are you going
to fix us some breakfast? What should I fix?
Well, I don't know about you, but I want grapefruit
and fried eggs and toast. Oh, and open the caviar
for the cat. Put the coffee on. And start the
eggs. Before the coffee's ready? And put the
bread in the toaster. I haven't unpacked the
toaster. Well, then butter some bread. Cut the
grapefruit. There's no knife to cut the grapefruit.
Oh, let's have a little efficiency around here.
There's no frying pan. Hurry up! I can't. There
is the butter. There's the bread. Now put the
butter on the bread. Use your fingers. I can't
understand why I'm doing all this. I am telling
you to. There's no reason. And you like it. I
don't. You like being told what to do. I hate
it. All right, Miss Thrip. You may not like it
now, but you'll get where you like it never I
won't you'll get where you can't live without
it miss trip you just wait and see You're a very
passive person miss trip and Passive people need
someone to tell them what to do and then when
they do it they get a pat on the head And they
are very very happy Is that how it is that's
how it is to the end of time The coffee is ready.
People like you need people like me. I tell you
what to do and you do it and that's what makes
the world go around. Pour the coffee. Very nice.
Hot and strong. Thank you. Pour yourself a cup.
Thank you. I will. You're getting the hang of
it. Of what? Of doing as you're told. Am I? Now,
let's see. What'll I have you do next? I'm not
going to do anything next. Yes, you are. No,
I'm not. Get out! Get out of my house! Coffee
all over my dress! It's not your dress! It's
my dress! It's not your coffee! It's mine! And
it's my kitchen! And my house! One more word
about your house and I'll slap you again! Now
I Am going upstairs and change these clothes
and put something on those burns And when I come
back, I want you to be in control of yourself
I can't possibly be in control of myself as long
as you're in this house You told me wrong cat
it didn't work you told me to give in to her
and do everything she wanted. And it didn't work
at all. I don't think I want any more of your
advice. She was asking me to be her servant.
Pretty soon it would have been sweep the floor,
scour the sink, take out the garbage. I'd be
her personal slave for as long as she stayed
here. Suppose she stayed forever. Suppose I never
got my house back. Is that possible? Surely somebody
would, would what? Come to the door? Who? Oh,
I wish I had friends, people who cared about
me and would miss me and worry about me. I used
to think I only needed someone to talk to now
and then, and not for very long, but that's not
true now. I need someone Close. Someone who cares.
Well, what's this? Both of you asleep? What kind
of a household are we running here? I just...
Put my head down on the table for a minute. Dirty
cups? Evil, get off the table. I said, get off
the table! Go lie down somewhere else. Okay,
Miss Thrip. Wash the cups and then sweep the
floor. Oh, here's something else. What? My dungarees.
They're filthy dirty. I've been traveling in
them for weeks. What am I supposed to do with
them? Wash them. What do you think? You? Want
me? Throw them in the washer dryer. I don't have
a washer dryer. Everybody has a washer dryer.
And if I did, I wouldn't wash your dirty dungarees
in it. Then you're just going to have to do them
by hand. No. I am not going to wash them by hand.
And I'm not going to wash your clothes, or buy
your food, or cook your meals. We had an arrangement.
You had an arrangement. Where you'd swagger around
this house, my house. and give orders, and act
as if you own the place. And I would do what
you told me. And that's the way it's going to
be. It's not. That's the way it has to be, Miss
Thrip. It can't. There are people who give orders
and people who take them, and nobody in between.
That's the way it is. That's the way it always
has been. And that is the way it's going to be.
Not in my house. Right here! In your house. Now,
pick up those dungarees. You pick them up. Pick
them up! And take them to the sink and wash them!
Wash them yourself, and then put them on, and
get out of my house! Don't talk to me that way!
You stupid old woman, I'll show you if I have
to kill you! It's true what they say. Put two
women in the same house, it never works out.
Or am I being catty? I'll be back shortly with
Act 3. Two women in the same kitchen, plus a
cat. Teeth are bared. Clothes are unsheathed.
Fur flies. It's a cat fight. What else could
it possibly be? Did she hurt you? My arms are
bleeding. Your face is bleeding too. And my hands.
What got into her? I can't imagine. I thought
she was asleep. Have you got some iodine? I haven't
unpacked it yet. Well, unpack it. I wouldn't
know where to look. Then give me some soap and
water. Yes, that will do just as well. I thought
that damn cat liked me. Well, you can never tell
with cats. Maybe she didn't like me, but she
respected me. It is very hard to get respect
from cats. As hard as getting them to like you.
Here's the water. And here's a towel. There's
no soap. This water isn't very hot. Well, it's
the best I can do. Well, that's enough. You can
use it now. I don't need it. Why don't you need...
Why, look at you. You haven't got a scratch.
That cat didn't even touch you. But we were standing
right together. She came between us. Why didn't
she scratch you? Why just me? I wouldn't know.
It couldn't be that she likes you. No, I don't
suppose so. Once in a very long while, a cat
falls in love. I've never heard of that. When
a cat falls in love, it's disgusting. They lose...
Everything that made them cats. Proud, beautiful
animals aloof, untouchable, sitting in the softest
spots, staring at things no one else can see,
thinking their secret thoughts. Why the ancient
Egyptians worshipped cats, kept them in temples,
bowed down to them. They knew what cats are.
The inscrutable. The unknowable. But when a cat
falls in love, everything is changed. What happens,
Viola? The cat becomes the lowest of the low.
Shameless! cringing, rubbing up against the person
she loves, wanting to be touched, to be held,
not looking off into the distance anymore, only
watching where the loved one moves. And when
will he return to the cat who is waiting so patiently,
loving, and longing without dignity, without
pride? It sounds sweet. It's sickening, I suppose.
is in love with you. Oh, I don't think so. It
isn't reasonable. That's why she came between
us when she thought I might hurt you and she
didn't scratch you. She only scratched me. She's
in love with you. She's put me out of her mind
and she's in love with you. Well, that settles
that. We'll get rid of her. Put her outside,
you mean. What good would that do if she's in
love with you? She'd get back in, no. We have
to kill her. Kill her? Well, you couldn't do
that. Have you got some poison? Poison? We'll
put it in the caviar. But I... I don't have any
poison. Why would I have any? A knife. Give me
a knife. Well, there isn't any knife. A poker.
A shovel. I don't have any of those things. I'll
strangle her. That's what I'll do. You better
leave her alone! Your hand! Stay in my house!
I don't hate you! She loves you. Viola, you don't
mean that I should... Oh, no. No, I couldn't
do that. I just couldn't. Pick her up. No, no,
I... Pick her up! I... I... I can't do what you
said. I can't strangle a cat. You didn't mean
it, did you? We'll take her upstairs and we'll
throw her out the window. Come on. No, no, we
can't do that. Nevertheless, it's what's going
to be done. It's what you're going to do. Up
the stairs now. I'm right behind you. Keep going.
I never wanted this cat in my house, but that
doesn't mean that I wanted this. Keep going.
In here. Oh, good. The window's open. Go ahead,
throw her out. I can't. I can't do it. Yes, you
can. Just lean out and drop her. The doorbell.
The doorbell. Come back here. Oh, it's a friend.
It's a friend. Someone remembered. I'm coming.
Wait. I'm coming. Another letter, Miss Thrip.
Oh. Come in. This one's addressed to you. Oh,
please. Please come in. I'm so glad to see you.
Miss Malvina Thripp, it says. Nothing like hearing
from a friend who's there. Listen, they're in
the bedroom. She's going to kill her. Hold on
now. Maybe she has already. She wanted me to
do it, but I couldn't. What bedroom is this,
Miss Thripp? The front one. Top of the stairs.
I look outside. Maybe she's there. Maybe she
fell in a tree, or a bush, or something. Cat?
Where are you? Are you all right, Cat? Oh, please,
be all right. I didn't want you in my house,
but that was all. I never meant that you should...
Oh, oh, where are you? Yes, yes, I'm here. What?
What did you find? Upstairs? Nobody. Nothing.
Nobody? No cat? No cat. Wasn't there a girl?
A young girl? Nobody. Nothing. Well, both of
them couldn't have gone out the window. I...
I don't think both of them... Look, Miss Thrip,
you're all shook up. Why don't we go into the
kitchen and I'll pour you some coffee? I... I
threw the coffee at her. There isn't any. Well,
I'll make some fresh, and you can tell me all
about the cat and the girl, the whole dream.
It wasn't a dream. Well, whatever it was. You
think it could have been a hallucination? Maybe
something like that. You remember, I told you.
There was a cat in my house. And I told you I'd
inquire around about a lost cat, and I did. But
nobody's lost a cat. This girl, this Viola, she
went and bought things at the store. Look, look,
all these groceries. She bought them. I didn't.
And caviar for the cat. She charged everything
to me. You sure it wasn't you charged all these
things? I haven't been out of the house. What
would I have done if you hadn't rung the bell?
Viola was going to make me throw the cat out
of the window. Miss Thrip, maybe I should call
a doctor. Oh, I'll be all right now that you're
here. You're my friend. You brought me a letter
yesterday from Sam's garage, you remember? Address
to resident. Yes, and I'm the resident here.
I'm Malvina Thrip. And I'm the resident of this
house. Sure you are. Although for a while there,
I didn't know if I really was the resident of
this house. Well, I wouldn't have taken the letter
from you if I wasn't. Would I? Resident means
anybody who's living here. And I'm living here.
I was at the time. And I am. Of course. Of course
you are. You don't think... I'm out of my head,
do you? Oh, not necessarily. You were upset.
I'm going to call a doctor for you, eh? Well,
there's no phone. I haven't had one put in yet.
I'll go next door. Oh, don't go. Don't. Don't
leave me. You don't believe me. You don't think
there was any cat here or any girl or that we
ate chicken and drank wine and the cat ate the
bones. And in the morning she came downstairs
and she was holding the cat in her arms and I
was on the couch. I'd been there all night. I
think... I think I was drunk from the wine. Drunk,
huh? Well, the bottle must be around here somewhere.
I don't see it. And she told me to get breakfast
and wash the dishes and then to sweep the floor
and wash her dungarees, her dirty dungarees.
Look! Look! There they are, her dirty, filthy
dungarees. Are they not yours? You don't think
I'd wear anything like that, do you? Oh, lots
of women wear dungarees these days. What was
this girl wearing if she wasn't wearing her dungarees?
My dress. Can you imagine? She was wearing my
dress till I threw the coffee pot at her. Threw
the coffee pot at her, did you? Yes, and the
cat attacked her. You don't say. Not me, just
her. Mm -hmm, and she said the cat was in love
with me Now I don't know if that was true If
such a thing could be true, but she said it was
and she said in that case We would have to kill
the cat poison it or stab it or strangle it,
but I couldn't do that Of course not not any
of those things Then she said we'd take the cat
upstairs and throw it out of the window And that's
where we were, when you rang the front doorbell,
and oh, was I glad. You don't believe any of
it, do you? Where now? Let's just say you've
been through a lot, what with one thing and another.
Oh, I have. What you need is something to calm
you down. Well, I never take anything like that.
Oh, just something mild to relax your nerves.
I'll be all right now that I have my house back.
There's a very nice doctor lives not far from
here. He's on my mail route. I'll call him and
ask him to stop over. Oh, please, don't go. He'll
fix you up fine. Hey, look what's coming up the
wall. I'm so glad to see you. Careful. Don't
let her in the house. Oh, that's all right. I've
gotten sort of fond of her. And she's, well,
she's rather fond of me. Oh, see. Almost forgot
what I came by for. Got a letter for you. Another
circular? Not Sam's garage again. Oh, no, no.
Addressed to you, Miss Malvina Thrip. Well, for
heaven's sakes. It's from the city, my old address,
where I used to live. Miss you already, do they?
Well, I don't think anyone misses me. I didn't
even tell anyone I was moving. Open the letter.
Why don't you? Imagine. My hands are shaking.
Want me to do it for you? No. No, that's all
right. Why? It's from the people who took my
apartment, the people who used to own this house.
I told you, we traded. Well, dear Miss Thrip,
we hope you are enjoying the little house as
much as we are enjoying your apartment. One day
soon, if it's all right with you, we want to
drive up and see you. Well, and how you're getting
along. Also to pick up... Our cat. We came away
in such a hurry, she got left behind. Will you
be kind enough to let her share your house until
we can make arrangements? She's a dear, sweet
thing. Her name is Viola. And we know you will
love her as much as we do. Sweet Viola. Good
Viola. Or is she vicious Viola? Violent Viola.
Vile Viola. Hmm? Well, anyway, for the time being,
Viola has a home with Miss Valvina Thrip, the
resident. May they both rest safe and sound.
I'll be back shortly. There's so much good in
the worst of us and so much bad in the best of
us. It scarcely behooves any of us to talk about
the rest of us. So the poet said, think about
it. That's what I'm going to do. Our cast included
Carmen Matthews, Joan Loring, and Gilbert Mack.
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.