Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the sound of suspense. To the fear you can
hear. To the world of terrifying imagination.
They say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
And perhaps it's true. But the question is, how
long? How long can that fury endure? How long
can the passions burn? Well, Miss Charity Youngblood
was left waiting at the church some 200 years
ago, and she still isn't over it. Sheriff's office,
Deputy Palmer speaking. Sheriff, I, uh, there's
someone who wants to murder me. Yes, sir. Your
name, sir? it is well I hesitate to give you
my name because because you might think I'm I'm
unbalanced now why would I think that because
of the peculiar circumstances involved why don't
you let me be the judge of that I want to kill
you. was written especially for the Mystery Theatre
by Sam Dan and stars Michael Tolan. I'll be back
shortly with Act One. Sometimes a few notes of
an incomplete melody may steal through your head.
It isn't like any tune you know, and yet you've
heard it before. For no reason a name, a noise,
an aroma may evoke a dim and distant memory.
A memory of a place you cannot clearly remember,
but it's a place you cannot completely forget.
A great poet said, life is a dream, and even
dreams are dreams. Perhaps. But sooner or later,
there must be an awakening for every dream. And
for Rexford Patterson, there was a rudest awakening
of all. Hey, Patterson, wake up. Your lawyer's
here. Huh? What? Your lawyer's here. Lawyer?
Why? What? What do I want a lawyer for? Where
am I? You're in a jailhouse. Jail house, how
did I get I? Demand to see a lawyer mister. No
sooner said than done. He's all yours counselor.
All right sheriff You would leave us bang on
the door when you want out counselor Who are
you? Why am I in here? My name is Peter Evans.
I'm an attorney. I Was retained by the university
on your behalf. Why do I need a lawyer? Why?
Well, you're going to be tried for murder. Who
is? You are. But... but that's impossible. You
don't remember? Murder? Murder? No. According
to the sheriff, you were found unconscious on
the floor of your study and she'd been shot.
Who? Your fiance. Charity? I... I killed Charity?
No, no, no, no. Madeleine... Betty, your fiance,
Madeleine Betty Powers. Who's Charity? Charity.
Charity Youngblood. She was my fiance. You had
two of them? Look, we know you were engaged to
Madeleine Betty Powers. Now you say you were
also engaged to a Miss Charity Youngblood? Yes.
Well, what happened to that engagement? I broke
it. Was the parting amicable? No. How did Miss
Youngblood take it? She was... She was hurt.
Angry. She was violent. What do you mean, uh...
violent? She swore she would make me regret it.
She swore she would have her revenge. Can you
prove any of this? Oh, yes. How? I have it in
writing. Well, this may throw a new light on
the case. When did you break your engagement
to Miss Youngblood? When? About 200 years ago.
Good. You see, if we can produce written evidence...
When did you say you broke this engagement? I...
I was killed at the Battle of Monmouth in 78.
And three years before that would be the early
spring of 1775. Allow me to suggest the only
plea that will save you. insanity. No, I will
insist that we plead the truth. What is the truth?
Self -defense. I killed Charity Youngblood in
self -defense. All right, look. Now, you may
have killed Miss Youngblood in self -defense
200 years ago, but that's over. It's gone. It's
done with. Nobody wants you for that. You're
going to be tried for the murder of Madeline
Betty Powers. Exactly. Charity Youngblood. Is
Madeleine Betty Powers? Professor Patterson.
You're my attorney. I have to tell you the truth.
But I can't believe it. But I can prove it. Look,
go. Go to my apartment. In the middle drawer
of my desk, there's a book. An old book. An old
leather notebook. Bring it here. You'll see.
You'll see for yourself. Proof. Read the book?
Yes. It's a diary kept by a girl named Charity
Youngblood, daughter of a Connecticut gunsmith
during the Revolutionary War. She was jilted
by a young officer named Eli Wallington. Naturally,
she was quite upset about it. But where is the
proof you promised me? I was that young officer.
I was Eli Wallington. Look, Professor Patterson,
if I'm to represent you, you'll simply have to
tell me... The truth. The truth. I know the truth.
But I tell you the truth and you refuse to believe
me. It's impossible to believe you. Impossible,
that's the key word. Well, today's commonplace
was yesterday's impossibility. People said it
was impossible to transplant a heart, impossible
to walk on the moon. You're talking about reincarnation.
Last summer, I stopped at an antique shop in
central Connecticut. Heaped high on a counter
was a pile of old pictures, letters, books. I
picked up that little notebook, the one you're
now holding. I read that name. That hand -lettered
name. Charity Youngblood. And suddenly I felt
as if... as if I'd been stabbed through the heart.
I... I knew that name. I knew that name. Please,
Professor Patterson. No, don't tell me to be
calm. Don't humor me. Just listen to me. I knew
that name. I knew the girl. I knew the time.
I knew the place. It turned to the page where
she describes how he proposed to her just don't
see how all of do it This is what you want Monday
Eli proposed marriage to me this morning. I read
the name Eli an Electric shock went through my
system. I knew I was Eli And the entire scene
ran through my mind. Exactly as she wrote it
in her diary. Exactly. Good morning, Charity.
Oh, it's the high and mighty Lieutenant Eli Wallington.
Come to see my father? Well, that pistol of yours
isn't ready. I've come to see you, Charity. I've
been foolish. It doesn't interest. Charity, I
love you. Oh, yes, you love me. Believe me. Oh,
I believe you. You love me here. You love me
now. But tomorrow, you'll be somewhere else.
You'll see someone else. You'll love someone
else. Men are fools. We don't realize at first
how important it is to have a woman who really
loves us. And you love me. Please go. Marry me,
Charity. Eli? We'll have the bands on Sunday
and marry the week after. Now come, close the
shop. We'll go riding this morning. But I promise
father... Let's be together this morning. Come
with me. Eli, you're a scoundrel. Yes, Charity.
But I'm your scoundrel. You must never forget
that, Eli. Never forget that. Don't you see,
as Eli Wallington, I had lived through that scene.
I knew how I felt. I loved her. How do you know
you were Eli Wallington? How do we know you're
Peter Evans? You know, you just know, that's
all. None of this is proof in a court of law.
You can read in her diary. It's Sunday. The bands
were read in the church. But Eli never married
her. Do you know why? Because charity was right.
The very next week Eli was somewhere else. He
saw someone else. He loved someone else. He never
saw charity again. And three years later he was
dead at Monmouth. Turn to Charity's diary. See
what she wrote when she heard the news of Eli's
death. Here's the evidence you need to defend
me in court. Read it. This morning, the Reverend
Fallowfield came into the shop with news. Charity,
I am told that Eli Wallington has fallen at Monmouth.
I thought you might wish to know. Thank you,
Reverend. He died bravely for his country. And
I hope... You can find it in your heart to forgive
him. I will not forgive him. Charity. On that
Sunday, that awful Sunday, I swore I'd kill him.
But the boy is already dead. He'll live again.
I'll live again. I'll find him and kill him.
Give up this frightful hatred before it destroys
you. He won't escape. If only I could... help
you charity no one can help me and no one can
help you somewhere somehow some day I'll have
my revenge and when I picked up that diary in
the antique shop mr. Evans I was almost frozen
with terror I knew I had come back Why shouldn't
she? But you know something After a while I began
to laugh at myself why well for the same reason
you're probably laughing at me After all we live
in a modern rational 20th century Every night,
I'd sit alone at home and wait wait for charity
to come and kill me and Nothing happened. She
didn't show up. No, and you can't maintain an
emotional pitch forever And so soon, I... I stopped
thinking about it. And then one afternoon, I
was sitting in my study. Come in, it's not locked.
Good afternoon, Professor Patterson. Uh, yes.
Let me see, you're Miss... Powers. Madeleine
Berry Powers. I'm scheduled for conference at
exactly fifteen hundred hours. Fifteen hundred
hours? Three p .m. We use this terminology at
the engineering school. Oh, I see. You're an
engineering major, Miss Powers? Have you any
objections? Oh, no, certainly not. Professor,
I require three credits in the humanities for
my degree. I chose your American history course.
I am flattered. It was the only one open. You
shouldn't have said that. Oh, I have no interest
in the dead past, only in the dynamic present.
How can I survive your course? First, show up
for class, occasionally. Second, don't snort
too loudly at my lectures. Third, write me a
term paper. On what subject? Oh, any subject
related to the Revolutionary War. I know what
I'll do. I'll write a novel. Miss Powers, what
are you saying? Yes, a novel. A novel about a
girl. But Miss Powers, you ask for an easy way
out. A novel is the most difficult project. You
know what gave me the idea for it, Professor?
This antique pistol on your desk. broken down
rusty old relic just came to me by just looking
at it I'll write about a girl whose father was
a gunsmith what what did you say in in one of
the 13 colonies and Connecticut but miss powers
do you do you know anything about Connecticut
during the revolution no no I'll make it up after
all it's a novel have you ever Been to Connecticut
no never in my life now the girl the heroine
of my novel will be beautiful sexy I can see
her I Can just see what she looks like and her
name. I even know her name. What is it? I think
I have a good one and no no don't don't tell
me Write it down on a piece of paper, but don't
let me see what you're writing, but please do
as I ask miss powers all right You've written
her name? Yes, Professor. Her name is Charity.
Charity Youngblood. Professor Patterson, how
did you know? How does he know? Funny how these
things work out, no? You can never tell. who
you'll come back as. Devil May Care adventurer
Eli Warrington becomes a serious, sober professor
of history. Sexy Charity returns as a budding
lady scientist, but she still has a mission.
Murder. We'll return shortly with Act Two. Professor
Patterson, a quiet teacher of history, is in
jail, accused of killing his fiancé. He doesn't
deny it. What he's desperately trying to prove
is that he killed the one he had 200 years ago.
Where, where Miss Powers have you heard that
name, Charity Youngblood, before? Nowhere. I
made it up. You made it up? Charity sounds like
a name a girl might have had 200 years ago and
Youngblood has a kind of colonial quality to
it Charity Youngblood it just sort of popped
into my head and it all Everything just came
to you the whole idea for the novel the heroine
her name it all Occur to you just now. That's
right, Professor Patterson. I simply can't account
for it. It has no scientific basis suddenly I
have... Feelings that I've never experienced
before. What sort of feelings? I can't describe
them. Vague ideas, hazy pictures. Of? But this
woman, this girl, this charity young blood, she...
She's a creature of my own imagination. I only
conjured her up a few moments ago and yet...
She's... seems to be alive. Give it up, Miss
Powers. You know, sometimes when you write fiction,
the character takes over. And unless you're a
skilled professional author, this can be dangerous.
Just attend class, look intelligent, and you'll
pass the course. Well, Professor, that wouldn't
be ethical. Miss Powers, we'll just let that
be our secret. I didn't think it would be proper
for me to go to your apartment at this hour.
Well, what seems to be the problem, Miss Powers?
The story. The story? The story of Charity Youngblood.
Well, I thought we decided to drop it. But that's
the problem. I can't seem to get it out of my
mind. Well, I'm sure you... It's taken over.
I can't think of anything else. Well, I'm obsessed
by it. This girl. charity young blood I know
her so well I sometimes think no you'll laugh
no tell me I sometimes think she's me well of
course she's you what are you saying well when
you write fiction every character has to be yourself
in one form or another no no it's more than that
it's a feeling in my bones I seem to have an
urge to do something. What? I don't know, but
I keep writing. Now I've written 20 pages so
far and most of the time it doesn't even seem
that I'm the one who's doing the writing. I get
the feeling that I'm just holding the pen and
my hand is being guided. I'd like you to read
what I've written so far. Please. Miss Powers,
you've been working too hard. No. No. I just...
I just feel that something is happening to me.
I seem to feel I have some sort of mission. What
kind of mission? Well, I don't know. But every
day I feel it's becoming clearer. But I still
have no idea what it is. and she would hand me
a chapter of her novel. And that novel will win
me acquittal in court. Why? Because each chapter
is word for word a day in Charity Youngblood's
original diary, in Madeleine Betty's own handwriting.
Where's that novel now? In my desk. I did everything
I could to get her to stop writing, hoping that
somehow I could get her mind off it. But of course,
that was useless. After all, if she really was
Charity Youngblood, and there was no doubt in
my mind about it, nothing would stop her from
finding it out. And every day she was getting
closer. Not just to Charity, but to me. Professor,
I decided to give Charity a love interest. We're
about to have the war, and I've created a young
cavalry officer of the Connecticut Brigade. I
have a name for him. Eli Wallington. Eli... Wallington?
Yes. Miss Powers, you've already written more
than enough to earn a good grade. It's already
longer than the average term paper. Oh, but I
have to finish. Why? This whole thing started
as a term project and it's far... It may have
started that way, but now it's... it's something
that belongs to me and I can't help it. I have
to keep writing until... Until? Until something
happens. What? What? It's supposed to happen.
I don't know. But I'm afraid. I'm very much afraid.
I was afraid too, Mr. Evans. Afraid that at any
time she would suddenly realize that she wanted
to kill me. But surely you realized. You mean
I had nothing to be afraid of? Suppose someone's
determined to kill you and you know it. You tell
me. You know what I think. Although it's academic
now. I think you should have gone to a psychiatrist.
I did. I went to the top. I went to the head
of the Department of Psychiatry at the University
Hospital. All right. Now... Let us see if we
can delve into the core of these hallucinations.
No, let's not, Dr. Laffer. You see, these are
not hallucinations. No. No. These are matters
of fact. I know them to be true. You're talking
about reincarnation. Yes. And you obviously don't
believe in it. That's hardly the point. It may
exist, for all I know. However, if it does...
And we have no way of knowing who we were in
a past lifetime. Perhaps we had no way of knowing.
Perhaps today, with heightened powers of communication,
perhaps our modern scientific technology has
upset certain natural balances. Whatever. The
fact is, I know. If you know, you know. What
do you want me to do? Suggest a way I can live
with it. I'm afraid I... don't understand if
a man was an alcoholic or a drug addict or or
a gambler and he said to you this is what's wrong
with me how do I live with it what would you
tell him you are oversimplifying I am a I'll
coin the word reincarnate how do I live with
it especially since my life is in danger very
well Why is your life in danger? I told you Charity
Youngblood wants her revenge and she's here in
the person of Madeline Betty Powers to exact
it Don't you see what you must do? No This is
all within the framework you yourself have created
If you remove the motive you can prevent the
crime I still don't know if she wants to kill
you because you killed her All you have to do
is give her satisfaction. How? Marry her. Marry
her? Marry Madeline Betty? She's hardly my type.
You're 32 years old. You're not married. Are
you going with anyone? No, but marry her. How
do I know she'll have me? Were you once Eli Wallington?
Yes. Was she once Charity Youngblood? Yes. She'll
have you. Oh, Professor Patterson, you really
didn't have to take me to dinner. Well, our conference
ran late. We have to eat. Well, I mean, to a
place like this. Well, this is a very nice place.
Or so I thought. Would you uh, would you care
to dance? Oh, no thank you. I, I dance rather
poorly. Oh, I can't believe that. Why can't you
believe it? Because you're so charming. I don't
think so. At least no one ever told me that.
But I think so. Do you? Why? Well, it's, it's
a subjective thing. I lied to you just now. I
said I dance poorly. The truth is, I don't dance
at all. How is that possible? Girls who don't
get asked usually don't bother to learn. I don't
know why I'm telling you all this. It's just
that since the day I met you, I started thinking.
I don't know how to describe it. What were you
thinking? Oh, crazy things. That is for me. I
suddenly wanted to write a book. Why? I'll never
know. And I began thinking of a girl who lived
hundreds of years ago in a place I've never heard
of. I can't understand it. Madeline, Betty, maybe
I can help you. Would you, Professor Patterson?
Rex. Once said, call me Rex. Rex. I've also felt
something since the time you walked into my study
for conference. And I've been trying to analyze
it, and I finally discovered what it is. It's
love. Professor Patterson. Rex. And so I'm asking
you, I hope that you will marry me. If you're
going along with what Rex believes, they're playing
the scene again. Rex and Madeline Betty have
now reached the point where Eli proposed to Charity.
Charity said yes, but will Madeline Betty? Yes
or no will be the first word you will hear when
we return shortly with Act 3. Eliminate the motive,
and you prevent the crime. Excellent advice.
And Rexford Patterson has taken it. He has just
proposed to Madeline Betty Powers because it's
the only way he can think of to keep her from
killing him. And now, she looks at him and says,
Yes, Professor Patterson. Yes. You can't agree
to marry a man and call him Professor Patterson.
Rex! I know. I know it's sudden, Madeline Betty.
We can get married after you graduate. Oh, I'll
marry you any time you say... Rex. I love you.
I love you too. I fell in love with you. I must
have been at first sight. Why? Why? Because you're
handsome. I was hoping I had other qualities.
Oh, you do. I do, but being handsome is part
of it. Why did you fall in love with me? Because
you're beautiful. Oh. No, you don't believe it.
No. Well, I feel beautiful. You make me feel
beautiful. Oh, Rex. I can't believe this is happening
to me. It's happening. It's happening to both
of us. And I'll be such a good wife for you.
What? What is it? What's the matter? Suddenly
feels so light, so clear. Well, that's good.
And different. Different? Yes, different. How?
The book. You know the novel that I'm writing
for the course? Yes. All of a sudden, I don't
want to write it anymore. Why not? I don't know
how it came into my head in the first place.
Just as suddenly as it came. It's gone out. Gone
out? That girl, Charity. Oh, yes, Charity, the
heroine of your book. Yes, that's her name. Yes,
I seem to remember. Well, she's gone from my
mind, too. I simply can't understand how it happened.
Well, why bother? Yes, that's right. Why bother
about anything except us? Except you and me.
So you proposed to a professor and you were accepted.
She seemed happy. Apparently you were reconciled.
What was the problem? The problem was, Mr. Evans,
I didn't really love her. Just as Eli didn't
really love charity. But within the theory...
you'd set up. Don't call it theory. It's a fact.
Oh, whatever. But this is what you had to do.
You had to marry the girl. And I tried hard.
But she made it impossible. She was... What did
she do? Nothing, really. She was just so grateful
to me. You pay attention to a wallflower and
what you create for yourself is a clinging vine.
A vine that can strangle and suffocate you. And
besides... Yes? Besides, there was Susan Miller.
Come in, Madeleine Betty. I'm not Madeleine Betty,
but I came in anyhow. Well, how do you do? Professor
Patterson? Yes? I'm Susan Miller, of the English
department. You're new here. Oh, I received my
teaching appointment last week. Early American
lit. A favorite field of mine. Well, that's the
scoop on campus. Anything early American, C.
Rex Patterson. I just thought we'd chat. Fix
you a drink? A soft one. Naturally. A diet, if
you have it. I'm watching my weight. Why? I think
it's most attractive the way it is. If you think
so, I'll keep it that way. Did you know that...
General Burgoyne wrote a play. Yes. It was called
made of the oaks and it was produced in New York
during the revolution Yes, and I'll tell you
who was in the cast And that's how it all started
mr. Evans easy relaxed delightful There is such
a thing as love at first sight and it was there
for both of us, but Madeline Betty Madeleine
Betty. Well, I knew I had to do something about
her. Exactly. So you killed her. No. No, that's
not the reason. You wanted to marry Susan Miller.
It never reached that point. I mean, we didn't
get that far. But the prosecution will know about
Susan Miller. No. They don't have to. No one
really knew. No one? No one. Except Susan, myself,
and Madeleine Betty. This is for you, a Miss
Susan Miller. Oh, oh, thank you, Madeline. Uh,
yes, Susan? Rex? How about a drive in the country?
I, um, I have considerable work to do. But I
thought you had nothing to do all weekend. So
did I, but, uh, I have this research project.
I see. Did your project answer the phone? No.
No, it's nothing like that. Well, maybe we can
get Together tomorrow. Sure thing. Goodbye. Bye.
And who is Susan Miller? She teaches here. I'll
bet. What does she teach? English. You could
look it up in the catalog. I'm sorry. I'm so
jealous. Forgive me. You're forgiven. I just...
I just can't believe my good luck, that's all.
Rex, you said you'd marry me any time I chose.
Well... Yes? Well, I choose now. Now? Well, next
month. I want mother and dad and my sisters and
I have some cousins. I'd like to see their looks
on their faces. The first Sunday next month.
That's almost four weeks from now. Is that all
right? Well, um... You haven't changed your mind,
have you? But I had... You changed my mind, Doctor.
I see. I wish I knew what doctors meant when
they say, I see. Patterson, you are the one who
set up the ground rules. You said she was Charity
Youngblood, reincarnated to have her revenge.
I know, I know. And using that, I suggested marriage.
It was your only chance. I realize that, but
you see, I really don't believe that anymore.
You don't? I should have listened to you when
you called it an hallucination. You agree with
that now? I think I do. What caused this radical
change? I'm in love. With whom? A woman. A woman?
Yes, a woman. Not a girl, not an immature neurotic
girl, but a woman. A woman who is beautiful,
intelligent, who has everything in common with
me. who has something to offer me, just as I
have something to offer her. And what of Madeline
Betty and or Charity Youngblood? Charity Youngblood
was an adolescent delusion. You're hardly an
adolescent. In many respects I was. I fell in
love with the idea of Charity Youngblood, this
voluptuous creature, but... Yes. You grow up
when you meet a real woman. As I said before,
you're hardly a boy. It takes some of us longer
than others. And Madeline Betty, what of her?
She'll have to grow up too. Somehow, all this,
it doesn't seem fair to her. Life itself is unfair,
doctor. You make everything seem very neat. Somehow.
I don't think you'll be able to unwrap the package
as easily as you think. Why? Why? I told you,
Madeleine Betty. I told you. But you said you
loved me. I thought I did. No. Please, Madeleine
Betty, don't make this difficult for both of
us. Rex, please. Marry me! No, it wouldn't be
right! I told everyone, my parents, my sister,
my friends! Rex, what can I tell them now? Would
you want us to live a lie? I don't care! Rex,
why did you do this to me? These things happen!
You loved because I was here! You went somewhere
else, you saw someone else, now you love someone
else! What are you saying? I don't know what
I'm saying! You'll find someone else too. I'm
sorry, Rex. I've been speaking to you like a
fool. You want to break our engagement? Only
because it would be best for both of us. For
whatever reason. I won't stand in your way. Excuse
me. Hello? Rex? Could you... She doesn't have
to call back. I'm leaving. Before I go Rex I'd
like to have a memento of us I'll leave you what
I wrote about charity young blood and um Could
I have anything Madeline Betty that anything?
Pistol that old broken antique pistol Certainly
of course Well, goodbye Eli, what did you say
nothing? What did you call me? I called you by
your name. Goodbye. That night, Mr. Evans, she
left the college. Her roommate called me and
said Madeline Fetty had disappeared. Didn't you
feel that perhaps you should investigate? No.
I... Well, to tell you the truth, I felt relieved.
I thought she was embarrassed and had decided
to go somewhere and I... Well, I forgot all about
her. You forgot? How could you forget? Maybe
I wanted to forget. Anyway, about a week later,
I came home. It was late at night. Good evening.
What? What are you doing here? I have a key.
Remember? Look, I, uh... What can I do for you?
Nothing. Ask me what I can do for you. What?
I can kill you. What are you saying? Yes. I can
kill you very easily. And I'm going to. Madeline
Betty, uh... Who are you talking to? My name
is Charity. Charity? Yes, Eli. Charity. Remember
Charity? No, you're Madeleine Betty. It's taken
me such a long time to find you, Eli. Such a
long time. Listen to me. I'm not Eli. I'm Rex
Patterson, and you're not Charity. You're Madeleine
Betty Powers. So talk, Eli. You always could
do it, but it doesn't go with me anymore. Look,
Madeleine Betty, I'll have to ask you to leave.
Oh, I will. After I kill you. No, you can't kill
me. I can. With this. What are you talking about
with that rusty old antique pistol? No, not anymore
I brought it home to father to Isaiah Youngblood's
gun shop, and I said father Fix this pistol and
he did you see how he cleaned it and oiled it
see how it shines now Madeline Betty any closer
not one step closer See how it sparkles. He gave
it a new frama and a fresh flint fitted a new
flash pan and then Primed it, poured in the powder,
rammed home the ball, and now it's ready to fire!
Charity, no! No! Get away from me! Take your
hands off me! Get away from me! No! No! Get away
from me! Charity, drop it! We struggled for the
gun, and at the last second, the barrel must
have turned toward her. And she pulled the trigger.
And that's your defense. That's my defense. You
want me to plead that defense? I want you to
tell the jury exactly what happened, why it happened,
and the way it happened. Show them the written
proof. You're sure that's what you want me to
do? Yes, I'm sure. I'm sure because it's the
truth. Well, I hope the jury buys it. Would you
have bought Professor Patterson's story? You
would. A pity you weren't on the jury. Because
twelve good men in true, actually six of them
were women, deliberated for a full week and decided
that Rex would have to pay the price. Not just
the price for Madeline Betty, but also, as it
turned out, the price for charity. I'll be back
shortly. Can a desire for revenge span the centuries?
Not a comforting thought, exactly. It's all most
of us can do to hew to the straight and narrow
during one lifetime. If we're going to have to
pay for the sins of other incarnations and existences,
well, who has the price? But there is no price
for our next meeting, when we shall enjoy another
suspenseful experience. Our cast included Michael
Tolan, Marion Selvidge, E .V. Juster, Ira Lewis,
and Robert Dryden. The entire production was
under the direction of Hyman Brown. And now,
a preview of our next tale. Can we try and uncover
the rest of the body? Of course. Jimmy, you get
three or four fellows to help you. Do it carefully,
please. There's no way of telling the body's
position. Sure thing, Professor. Oh, this is
awful. What are we going to do? Don't worry,
Professor. Ancient bodies are your specialty.
Fresh ones are mine. Yes, but this is liable
to stop our work. This place will be crawling
with police, newsmen, television crews, what
-all. Really? Why? Is murder a little too common
to rate that kind of attention? But how do you
know it is murder? Miss Lathrop, you surprise
me. A suicide may dig her own grave, but you'd
hardly expect her to pull the dirt in after her.
Ah! Look! Look! The hand is attached only to
bones! To a skeleton! This is E .G. Marshall
inviting you to return to our mystery theater
for another adventure in the macabre. Until next
time. Pleasant dreams?