Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to The Sound of Suspense. Welcome to the fear
you can hear, but mostly welcome to the world
of terrifying imagination. The story you are
about to hear is a love story, but a love story
which begins at the point where many love stories
end. It begins after the wedding march has been
played. After the vows of love and fidelity exchanged,
it begins on the honeymoon in a strange and terrifying
fashion. Don't! Don't! Don't come near me! Stay!
Stay away from me, Dad! Susan, are you out of
your head? I saw her picture! Do you hear me?
I found her picture! Our mystery drama, Deadly
Honeymoon, was written especially for the Mystery
Theatre by Henry Schlesser and stars Betsy von
Furstenberg and Michael Wager. I'll be back shortly
with Act One. Our story begins 36 ,000 feet in
the air on a flight which departed from New York's
Kennedy Airport and in another hour will be touching
down at O 'Hare Airport in Chicago. There are
almost a hundred passengers on this flight, but
an observant stewardess is giving special attention
to that handsome couple in seats 18A, and 18B.
Perhaps it's because all honeymooners have a
special radiance. Are you sure you wouldn't like
some more coffee? Oh, no, thanks. Not for me.
I wouldn't mind a cup. Here you are. Thanks.
Just ring if you need anything else. You'd think
we were the only people on this flight. As far
as I'm concerned, we are. Oh, Dan, I feel absolutely
drunk with happiness. Is that a funny word for
the way I feel? No. It's a great word, Susan.
I was flying hours before we got on the plane.
Oh, what time did you say we land in Chicago?
About 2 .30. Is it far from the airport to the
hotel? No, actually it's only about a half an
hour from O 'Hare to downtown, about 16 miles.
Still, I don't think we'll have time to make
Evanston today, do you? Well, it might be better
to go in the morning. You can call your aunt
from the hotel. Dan? You sure you don't mind
going to Evanston? I mean, I just couldn't possibly
be a few miles away and not see Aunt Clara. Besides,
I want to show off my new husband to somebody,
and she's all the family I have. Was she your
mother's sister? No, no, my father's. She came
east when my parents were killed in that crash.
Stayed with me for a month or so. That was about
the most that either one of us could stand. She
sounds like a holy terror. Oh, no, she's just
crotchety, that's all. But she'll only be more
crotchety if she learns that I passed through
Chicago and didn't even stop by. Well, what kind
of work are you in, Mr. Carey? Right now, we
like to say we're management consultants, Mrs.
Rowland. But we also do quite a bit of executive
recruitment. I don't understand a word of that.
Dan helps corporations find the right people
for important jobs, Aunt Clara. His firm is the
biggest in the field, isn't it, Dan? Well, it's
always hard to measure business like ours. But
it has offices everywhere, doesn't it? In most
of the major cities, yes. And now Dan is going
to take over the branch in San Francisco. He's
going to manage the entire thing. Is that some
kind of a promotion? Of course it is. I ask the
gentleman, Susan, speak when you're spoken to.
Oh, sorry. Yes, Mrs. Rowland, it is a promotion.
Truth is, it's a job that everyone in my office
has been after. Oh, it's just worked out so beautifully
for us. I mean, Dan having to move to San Francisco.
We're sort of combining a business trip with
a cross -country honeymoon. And where do you
go from here? Well, we're planning to stay two
days in Chicago. And then we're going to Dallas.
We're across the Rio Grande in New Mexico. I
know a great little hotel in Monterey. Then we're
going to Las Vegas. To gamble, I suppose. Well,
it's no fun going to Las Vegas if you don't gamble
a little. Your father never gambled for so much
as a dime, Susan. That wasn't the way he made
his fortune. Well, I promise not to bankrupt
the family, Aunt Clara. Anyway, we're just staying
Las Vegas overnight. And then going to Los Angeles.
Three days later, I report to work. Thoroughly
exhausted, of course. Well... That's your idea
of a honeymoon. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, Susan,
I suppose lunch is almost ready. You want to
help me bring it out? Oh, yes, of course. Kitchen's
this way in case you've forgotten. The truth
is, I have. I'm glad to be able to talk to you
alone for a minute, Susan. Did you like Dan Ann,
Clara? Isn't he good -looking? Older than you,
isn't he? What difference does that make? How
long did you know him? Oh, we met at a party
at the Williamson's. Do you remember my friend
Tracy Williamson? Didn't ask you where you met.
I'm asking you when. Well, it was about three
weeks ago. Three weeks? Oh, for the love of heaven,
Susan. Aunt Clara, the time you know somebody
isn't always the most important thing. He's practically
a stranger. How can he be sure of anything about
a man you've known for three weeks? From the
time we met, I saw Dan every single day. Susan,
when a girl is all alone in the world, when she
has independent means of her own... Please, Addie,
don't start in about Dan being a fortune hunter.
I don't have that much money, and it's all in
trust anyway. And I assure you, Dan earns enough
income to take care of us both very well. Well,
I'm sorry, Susan. I know I don't have any control
over what you do. You're too old for that. But
I've seen something of the world, too, you know.
And the most important lesson I've ever learned
is never trust a stranger. And, Clara, that's
ridiculous. Now, can we bring out the lunch?
I don't know. I just... I just have a feeling
that Chicago wasn't all you expected it to be.
Well, we weren't there very long, Dan. And don't
forget, we spent half the time with your business
associates. Oh, honey, I am sorry about that.
I suppose I never should have called Bill Kincaid
to say we're in town. Should have known he'd
insist on getting together. Oh, it wasn't that
bad. I just didn't know what he was talking about
half the time. All those office politics. Yes.
Well, Bill loves to gossip. But you can see what
I mean about this San Francisco job. Everybody
in the company wanted it. He'll never get over
resenting me for being picked. But I am sorry
if you were bored. It's all right, Dan, really.
After all, I inflicted Aunt Clara on you. She
was okay. Well, I know you didn't find her very
friendly. Well, why should she be? I think she's
a very protective type. Anybody you married would
get her, Joan, to die. Yes, I suppose that's
true enough. Dan, how long did you know Terry
Williamson? Who? Terry, my ex -roommate. We met
each other at her house. Or have you forgotten
that already? To tell you the truth, darling,
I didn't know whose house I was at that night.
Oh, so Terry wasn't the one who invited you?
No, it was a man named Bob Chambers, one of the
executive chaps. I got the place to generate
utilities. Don't ask me who invited him, because
I don't know. I see. So it was all sort of around
about. What's the difference? Still turned out
to be the best party I ever attended. Yeah. Hey,
something the matter? Oh, no, of course not.
Nothing at all. Uh, Dan, where did you say we
were staying in Dallas? It's a little hotel called
the Lazy Sea. It's kind of rustic, but I think
you'll like it. Besides, we'll only be there
one night. We'll rent a car in the morning and
drive down to Monterey. You really know all the
offbeat places, don't you? Well, when you travel
around enough, I guess you begin looking for
them. You haven't done that much traveling on
the job, have you? Well, no, not that much. Say,
do you know the name of the airport in Dallas?
Um, I forget. It's called Love Field. Isn't that
a great name for honeymooners? Yes. There you
are. I was starting to worry. No, I had a little
trouble with the phone lines back to New York,
but I got through okay. Everything all right?
Yeah, sure. Everything's fine. Hey, you look
a little strange, though. Oh, no, I'm all right.
I had a drink while I was waiting for you. Say,
you'd better watch that tequila. It sneaks up
on you like a bandito. Actually, something sort
of funny happened. What do you mean? Dan, when
we were in Chicago in that restaurant, I forget
the name of it. The place you went to with Bill?
Yes, when you and your friend were talking about
all the office politics back in New York. I saw
this, this man looking at us. What man? Well,
he was the bar. I'm not even sure why I noticed
him. He was wearing this plaid raincoat. I remember
wondering if it had started to rain. I guess
you were just bored with all our talk. Anyway,
I saw him turn to look at us. Probably to look
at you. Can't blame him for that. The funny thing
is as soon as you turned around he got up very
quickly and left Susan I don't remember seeing
anyone in a plaid raincoat and I'm afraid I don't
see anything unusual about it Well, I guess I
didn't either I probably wouldn't have given
it another thought but I I think I saw that same
man here again today in Monterey. Oh, you're
kidding I can't swear it was him. I didn't get
a good look at his face the first time All I
really noticed was the coat. And you saw the
coat again? Is that it? Yes. He was carrying
it over his arm. Oh, darling. You know the story
about the airport truck. Airport truck? No. Well,
this guy on a plane looks out the window and
sees one of those little red airport trucks.
You know, fueling the plane, bringing food aboard,
something like that. Anyway, the plane takes
off from New York and lands in Chicago. Another
little red truck comes out to meet it. The guy
next to him says, hey, we made good time, didn't
we? And he says, yeah, but that little red truck
really made time. Well, I can see that I didn't
marry a great audience. Oh, I'm sorry, Dan. It's
just it bothered me a little. Oh, forget it.
And speaking of airports, next up, the City of
Angels. I wonder if they have this week's digest.
Oh, I see it. Excuse me. Yes? You're Mrs. Daniel
Carey, aren't you? Why, yes I am. Do I know you?
No, Mrs. Carey, but I know you. I saw your husband
leaving the hotel about half an hour ago. Were
you planning on meeting him? Wait a minute. I've
seen you before. Have you? You're the man with
the coat the plaid raincoat. Well, you happen
to be right I do own a plaid raincoat, but with
this nice sunny weather look mrs. Kerry I know
it seems as if I'm following. Yes, it does Well,
okay. It's true, but I've had a reason such as
Could we talk about it someplace? There's a coffee
shop in the hotel. I'm sorry I don't even know
who you are. Maybe it would help if I introduced
myself My name is Harrington lieutenant Gail
Harrington attached in New York City Police Department
police. That's right. Mrs. Carey So you see what
I have to discuss with you is police business,
but what what have I done? It's nothing you've
done It concerns your husband And what he might
do It looks like Dan and Susan Carey's honeymoon
is in for a surprise, or perhaps more than one.
Maybe Susan will soon wonder if her Aunt Clara
wasn't right about a number of things, including
her cynical advice about trusting no strangers.
We'll find out about the new stranger in Susan's
life. when I returned shortly with Act II. In
the pleasant, cheerful atmosphere of a coffee
shop, in a large Los Angeles hotel, Newlywed
Susan Carey finds herself facing a man she has
never seen before. A man whose solemn eyes look
at her over a steaming cup of coffee and seem
to warn her of nightmares to come. But so far,
Lieutenant Gail Harrington of the New York Police
Department is merely asking questions. How long
have you been married now? Only about 10 days.
Was it a long engagement? Did you know your husband
for some time before? No. No, not very long.
Well, could you be more specific? How long ago
did you meet him? And where? Well, it's a month
now. Just about that. A month. Then you really
don't know much about him, do you? You and Aunt
Clara. Lieutenant, will you please tell me what
this is about? Has my husband committed some
crime? Is that what you're implying? No, I didn't
say that, Mrs. Carey. But believe me, it would
be helpful to both of us if you could just tell
me a little bit about the circumstances. You
know, I don't see why this has to be so one -sided.
Now, please bear with me. All right. I met Dan
at a party at a friend's house about a month
ago. We talked a lot. We liked each other. We
started dating. I saw him every single day. What
business did he tell you, is it? You make it
sound as if he lied to me. No, I didn't mean
to do that. He's a management consultant. I know
he is. He's just gotten a very important job
in San Francisco. Head of the entire office.
We're going there tomorrow. So that was the purpose
of the trip. Yes. But since you've been married
10 days, I gather it's a honeymoon as well. Naturally
it is. Yes, naturally. You tell me... Mrs. Carey,
do you know if your husband was ever married
before? Married? No. Are you really certain?
Now, wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me
that Dan's a bigamist or something? No, Mrs.
Carey, certainly not that. Then what is it? I've
got to tell you, but you have to... have to understand
one thing. I am not assigned to this case anymore.
My interest is strictly unofficial. I may be
completely mistaken, but you're the only one
who can prove it one way or another. Prove what?
About whether your husband ever called himself
Don Crawford. And once, four years ago, David
Chase. See? All the same initials, like Dan Carey.
You are saying he's a criminal? Not just a criminal,
Mrs. Carey. A wife killer. You're crazy. I hope
so believe me I do Let me start at the beginning
If you still think I'm crazy by the time I'm
finished. I'll be happy to buy you that coffee
and go on my way But if you think I'm not if
you have any doubts And I want you to tell me
so and let me help you All right, go on. I know
you're wrong, but go on I first heard of Don
Crawford back in 1965 when I was attached to
the homicide detail in the Los Angeles PD. Mrs.
Crawford was the former Edith Burbank. She was
the youngest daughter of a wealthy family in
Baltimore. Only when I saw her, she was never
going to enjoy her money anymore. She was dead.
Her throat had been cut by one of those quote
mysterious intruders unquote that the papers
liked to write about. Her husband Don was broken
-hearted naturally had only been married four
weeks But her death also made him some money
Not a fortune really there was a mix -up about
her will and He ended up with nothing but a handsome
payoff from the family. Mrs. Kerry. You okay?
I Can't believe I'm sitting here Listening to
this... I won't be long, I promise. Anyway, I
was assigned to the Crawford case, and I didn't
exactly cover myself with glory. You mean you
never found the mysterious intruder. That's right.
So naturally you decided that maybe there wasn't
any... Let me go on, Mrs. Carey. Okay? Yes, yes,
go on. Anyway, I ran into a similar case about
four years ago. The murder of a young bride fresh
from her honeymoon. A broken -hearted groom named
David Chase. I thought Chase and Crawford were
one and the same man. But I couldn't convince
the district attorney of the resemblance. But
I am still convinced, Mrs. Carey. And you think
Dan is the same person? Oh, he's changed again,
of course. His hair is lighter than Chase's.
He's thinner and paler. There's something about
the face I can't forget and even if it's true
you still have no proof. Is that it? You couldn't
solve your case. So you're holding on to your
first solution. Wait, Mrs. Carey. Let me tell
you why I was so sure that Crawford and Chase
were the same man. It was because of the honeymoon.
What? It's my theory that their honeymoons were
identical. A compulsive honeymoon you might say.
That is ridiculous criminals are like that creatures
of habit most of them afraid to change a pattern
Maybe for fear that their luck will change with
it What do you mean by it I stumbled on the coincidence
accidentally, but as far as I could trace it
Don Crawford and David Chase took their brides
to the same places. They did the same things
And I knew that if I ever saw that pattern duplicated
I would have my killer. I hope I'm wrong, Mrs.
Carey. But you are the only one who can tell
me. And my first question is this. Was your first
stop Chicago? Yes. Yes, of course it was. And
you knew that. That's where we first saw you,
in Chicago, in that restaurant. Okay, okay. I
just wanted to make sure. You can't possibly
make something out of that. Dan wanted to see
people in the Chicago office, and I thought it
would be nice to visit my aunt in Evanston. She's
my family. Was your next stop after Chicago in
Texas? Yes. We went to Dallas. Dallas is a wonderful
place to visit, Lieutenant. I don't see anything
so peculiar about that. Both Chase and Crawford
went to Dallas. They chose offbeat hotels. I
guess they didn't care to be seen very much.
Where did you stay in Dallas? It was a perfectly
nice hotel. I don't think you could describe
it as offbeat. All right. And then the next stop
would be Monterey. You knew we were in Monterey
because that's where I saw you the second time.
By that time, Mrs. Carey, I'd made up my mind
to follow you. Are you saying that these... these
supposed wife killers you're talking about also
went to Monterey? Yes, they did. And from Monterey
to Las Vegas. Well, then you're wrong, Lieutenant.
You're completely wrong. You mean you didn't
go to Vegas? No. So there goes your famous theory,
doesn't it? Well, I admit I'm spying... We changed
our mind about Vegas. We decided that we might
be too tempted to gamble away all the money we
had for the trip. Ah, so you did have it on the
schedule. Well, yes. Yes, we did, but we didn't
go. I really think that changes the pattern.
The fact that you didn't go. Oh, please, I...
I can't stand any more of this. I... I don't
want to hear any more. Mrs. Carey Edith Burbank
was killed in Los Angeles in her hotel room.
This hotel. I'm leaving. I'm leaving. I'm leaving
right now. Mrs. Carey, wait. You're wrong. You're
wrong. You've got Dan mixed up with someone else.
Let me finish, please. Just one more moment.
Oh, please. No, no, no. Please let me go. I didn't
realize that you were back already. Yeah, I told
you I wouldn't be gone more than half an hour.
I thought you'd be in the room. I went downstairs
to get a magazine. Didn't they have any? Well,
I guess I forgot to buy one. I got to looking
in the windows of the dress shops and I forgot
my original purpose completely. Susan, are you
okay? Of course, why do you ask? Don't know you
you've got that funny look in your eyes again
Have I doesn't matter? There's still the two
most beautiful eyes in the world Hey What is
this don't tell me the honeymoon is over so soon
Why do you say that? That was like kissing a
snowman I Guess I I just don't feel like myself
today. I think maybe All this traveling has worn
me down a little. Oh, I'm sorry. Well, we don't
have much further to go. Just one more plane
trip to San Francisco. Yes. Look, maybe you'd
rather not go out tonight. Maybe you ought to
stay in, order some dinner in the room. I don't
mind. But you wanted to go to that restaurant,
the one you told me about. You've been looking
forward to it. The Landmark? Yeah, yeah. Well,
I did want to try the place. Food's supposed
to be really spectacular. But you've never eaten
there before. Well, no, how could I? I've never
been in LA before. I was thinking today that,
well, you seemed to know the city so well when
we drove around. You didn't seem to have the
slightest trouble. Streets are very well marked
in this town. It's really a pleasure to drive
here. Look, you know what I think? I think you
ought to take a nap before dinner. Yes. I was
thinking of lying down, but I don't think I can
sleep. Okay, then, just read your magazine. Wait
a minute, you haven't got one. I'll take care
of that. Where are you going? Going to get my
bride something to read. How about a nice magazine
about cooking? You know, I never did ask you
if you can cook. Just get me a news magazine
of some kind, all right? Uh -huh, the brainy
type. I should have known. See you in ten minutes.
I'll take the key so you won't have to get up.
Yes. All right. Oh, dear God. It can't be true.
There just can't be any truth to what that man
said. He's made a mistake. A terrible mistake.
luggage his initials DC oh but anyone could have
those initials anyone it's open for heaven's
sake what am I doing searching my husband's luggage
like like some kind of hotel thief no I won't
do it I won't. I'm not going to believe any of
it. I won't. Who's that? Hello? Mrs. Carey, it's
Gail Harrington. Leave me alone. Stop bothering
me. You shouldn't have run off like that, Mrs.
Carey. You didn't give me a chance to finish
what I was saying. I told you. I don't want to
hear anymore. It isn't true. You've made a mistake,
Lieutenant. Your husband is at the newsstand
right now, Mrs. Carey. I can see him from where
I'm standing at the house phones. The more I
look at him, the more sure I am that I'm right.
No, you're wrong. I want you to hear the rest
of the story about Crawford and David Chase and
what they did on their honeymoon. Maybe what
I told you before didn't convince you, but if
you heard a few more things... I'm going to hang
up, Lieutenant, right now. Susan Carey seems
to have a date at the Landmark restaurant in
Los Angeles with her loving husband, Dan. If
she keeps the date, something tells me that she's
not going to do their cuisine very much justice,
because one needs peace of mind to enjoy good
food. Fear affects the salivary glands. and terror
ruins the taste buds. I'll be back shortly with
Act 3. Well, what have we here? A quiet meal
for two at the landmark restaurant? No. We seem
to be in a hotel room. The same room in which
we last saw our honeymooning couple, Susan and
Dan Carey. Obviously, there's been a change of
plan. Room service has provided the meal for
the two lovers this evening. Can it be that Susan
Carey has decided that if there is a pattern,
it must be broken? Have some more wine, honey?
No. I really don't think I want any. Hey, come
on. You know what this bottle cost? You shouldn't
have been so extravagant. I just wanted to make
up. Well, never mind. You mean for not taking
me to the landmark. No, it doesn't really matter.
I told you it's... it's fun to eat in the room.
It's very elegant. I'm sure you were disappointed
in it. No, I... I really wasn't. Look, we're
not going to be very far from Los Angeles. We'll
probably fly down from San Francisco a few times
a year. There are dozens of wonderful restaurants
in San Francisco, too, aren't there? So they
tell me. I'll ask the guys at the office for
recommendations. I think this food is quite good,
don't you? Yeah, sure. It's fine. Tastes even
better with the wine. Well, all right. I'll have
some more, I guess. That a girl. Now, look, I'm
not trying to get you drunk, you understand,
so I can take advantage of you. Although, you
look very delectable in that robe. Did you really
like it? Irresistible. I didn't take much of
a wardrobe with me. You said you were going to
buy clothes in San Francisco. Yes. If I can find
out where to go, I... I'll take you down to Union
Square. I hear that's the place. I have told
you about the weekend, haven't I? No. What about
it? Well, I thought we'd get our first look at
the town by taking one of those Circle Line cruises.
That OK with you? Oh, yes. That sounds lovely.
I love to see places by water. And if we can
squeeze it in, we might go picnicking in Golden
Gate Park. They've got this Japanese tea garden
that's supposed to be very nice. Yes. All sounds
wonderful, Dan. Susan, I... I just wish you felt
better. Listen, I... Maybe you ought to check
with the hotel doctor, in case you picked up
a bug or something. Do I look that bad to you?
No. You look just... great to me. Darling. Yeah,
I think that'd be a good idea honey reserve the
car ahead of time Then we can pick it up right
away in San Francisco. Whatever you think Dan
you wait right here. I'll go over to the counter
He's all right be back in ten minutes. All right,
Dan This is Carrie, oh no Not you again. I didn't
mean to start you Go away, please go away I don't
want to see you anymore. I hear anything you
have to say. I know that I seem to be persecuting
you or something. As you can see, Lieutenant,
I am in perfectly good health. I was not murdered
in my sleep in that hotel room. Look, Mrs. Carey,
I've only got a few minutes before your husband
gets back. I just wanted to finish my story about
this other guy, this David Chase. I don't care
if you are a policeman. I'll call someone and
have you arrested for bothering me. David Chase's
wife didn't get killed in Los Angeles. She died
in San Francisco. Where? In her hotel room? No,
not there. But they stayed at the San Remo. Is
that where you're staying? Yes. But millions
of people do. No, there wasn't any mysterious
intruder this time. In fact, Mrs. Chase's death
was listed officially as an accident. She had
a little too much to drink at dinner and her
feet got tangled up on top of a very steep hill.
The fall broke her neck. It was her very first
day in San Francisco. She and her husband had
quite a day, too. They took one of those boat
cruises to see the city. Then they went to Golden
Gate Park to the Japanese Tea Garden. Miss Carrie,
are you okay? No. No, I'm... I'm not okay. How
could I be? That night they went to a restaurant
called the Vendome. That's where the lady drank
too much, at least according to her husband.
Oh, dear God. Listen, Mrs. Carey, I can't follow
you anymore. I've got a job to get back to. I
want you to take this. A con. Quiet. Don't draw
anyone's attention to us. Just take it. If I'm
wrong and you don't need it, fine. Just throw
it away. No. I cannot have you on my conscience,
don't you understand? All right. Yes, all right.
I'll take it. I still say you're wrong. I hope
so. But I don't think I am. Hello? Yes. This
is the message desk. Your husband left a message
here for you at four o 'clock. Oh, I've been
out until now. Would you like me to read it to
you? Yes, please. It says, we'll be at the office
until six. Should be there no later than six
-thirty, loved in. Oh, yes. Thank you very much.
Welcome. Bye. Bye. 620 now. Oh, God. Why do I
keep staring at his luggage? Why can't I just
forget about it? No. It isn't dishonest. It's
just something I have to do. No, no, no. Nothing
in this one but clothing. This one has papers
and things. All his documents. Birth certificate.
Honorable discharge. U .S. Navy. Daniel Eldon
Carey. That is his name. It is. That Matt Harrington
was wrong. Doesn't this mean he was wrong? Or
does it just mean that... I'm not going to start
thinking that way. These look like photographs.
Maybe his family. Oh, no, wait. This picture
is signs that you're a pretty girl. To Dan. All
my love forever, Edith. Edith. What was the name
he said? That policeman, what was the name that
man's wife was? wasn't it edith oh no who is
it it's me honey oh uh one second hi sweetheart
sorry i forgot to take my key hey i'm not late
am i i told him at the desk i'd be back at six
well it's not even that hey Why's it so dark
in here, Susan? Oh, I just... I just got back
myself. I didn't think of turning on all the
lights. Susan, I have a confession to make. I
wasn't at the office at all. My new staff thought
they ought to christen the new boss. I'll tell
you one thing about San Francisco. It's a hard
-drinking town. Susan, what's the matter? I found
her picture. What? I found her picture. Your
first wife's. What are you talking about? I was
never married. Then what's her picture doing
in your luggage? Hey, hey, hey, what's going
on here? You must be drunker than I am. Don't
come near me. Stay away from me, Dan. Susan,
are you out of your head? I saw her picture.
Do you hear me? I found her picture. On our honeymoon
now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Do you do
you mean Edith? I know all about her Yes about
the other one She drank too much too, didn't
she? She was drunk too. Will you calm down? What
you were planning to do tonight get me drunk
at the restaurant You were going to take me out
to dinner tonight, weren't you? Of course I was
I asked one of the guys if I could tell you the
restaurant he picked Do you want me to tell you
the name of the restaurant Dan? It's the Von
Dome, isn't it? Well... Well... Well, yes. I
mean, it is. How did you know that? Because I
know it all. I know everything. Oh! No, no, no.
Don't. No, don't come near me. I'll call the
police. Now, Susan, look. I don't know what the
trouble is, but you've got to be sick. You need
help. No, don't come any closer. You've been
acting funny ever since we left Chicago. I warn
you. Look. Look. My God. I've got a gun. Susan,
put that down! I'm not going to end up like them!
Give me that thing, Susan! Don't! Oh, don't,
damn it! Susan! I don't want to shoot you! One
second. Well... Mr. Harvey? Mrs. Carey, I didn't
know that you were... Look, let me just get a
shirt on. I was just shaving. I'm sure you're
surprised to see me, aren't you? Yeah. Yeah,
I am. I... I didn't expect that you'd... What
brings you back to L .A.? I'm sure you know,
Mr. Harvey. That is the right name, isn't it?
Not Harrington? Guess that means you know all
about my little joke the gun Wasn't a joke was
it? The gun was real now look I can tell you're
upset, but I didn't mean any harm. I mean I like
Dan I really do spied my husband mr.. Harvey
Why don't you admit it you hated the fact that
he got the job you wanted in San Francisco? All
you got was an assistant manager's job in Chicago.
You are wrong I just thought it would be a good
gag a good joke on Danny boys I've heard about
your reputation the great practical Joker you
thought of a great one this time Yeah, but that's
all it was gave Dan the itinerary for our honeymoon
trip. You were just being helpful, of course
You gave him all the names and places, all the
benefit of your traveling experience. That was
the gag. See, I thought if Dan took you to all
the places I listed for him... You even knew
about Edith, the girl he was once engaged to,
the one who died. She became his murder victim
in your little fantasy. What did you think would
happen, Mr. Harvey? Did I get frightened enough
to kill Dan so that you might get the job he
took away from you? Listen, is Dan all right?
Thought you might want this back. Mr. Harvey
your gun. Oh, no, wait a minute. Don't do anything
stupid. Oh, you don't have to worry. I Found
out that I'm a terrible shot but then Dan's alive
See for yourself Hello Marty Dan Thank heavens
you're okay. Look Dan. I didn't mean for anything
serious to happen See the bandage Marty Just
a flesh wound in my arm, I'll be okay. I'm glad
to hear it, Danny. Honest, I am. But I am learning
to use my left arm, though. Like this. Wait a
minute. Wait a minute. Oh, no. No, don't. Please.
I didn't mean to... Don't hit me again. Relax,
Marty. I've got better things to do. I've got
a honeymoon to finish. Although, with any luck,
it'll never end. So you see, even murder stories
can have happy endings. Martin Harvey may have
spoiled Susan and Dan's honeymoon, but that doesn't
mean he managed to spoil their marriage. No,
if that's going to happen, Susan and Dan will
take care of that all by themselves. I'll be
back shortly. A purist might claim that the story
you have just heard isn't a murder story, since
no one was actually killed. The murders which
took place were all in the imagination of Martin
Harvey, who passed them on to the mind of Susan
Carey. But it's a good demonstration of the point
we've tried to make all along, that the most
terrifying crimes can happen within the theater
of the mind. Our cast included Betsy von Furstenberg,
Michael Wager, Elspeth Eric, and Mason Adams.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. This is E .G. Marshall inviting
you to return to our Mystery Theatre for another
adventure in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant
dreams.