The CBS radio mystery theater presents Come in
welcome, I'm EG Marshall Welcome to the sounds
of suspense, to the fear you can hear. Welcome
to the world of nightmarish probability, where
the icy fear of the unknown can lead one down
strange and terrifying paths. In our story, Alex
Harper confronts the impossible and the encounter
produces a devastating effect. I see him, Alex.
There isn't a mark on him. Nothing. Look at his
face. Oh, it's horrible. If I didn't know better,
I'd say that something scared that pup to death.
Our mystery drama, The Edge of Death, was written
especially for the mystery theater. by Saul Panitz
and stars Patrick O 'Neil. I'll be back shortly
with Act One. Meet Alex Harper, Farmer. Right
now his left arm is in a sling, heavily bandaged
to protect the more than 20 stitches. Just a
small accident on his tractor. First time in
his 28 years as a farmer that he'd ever suffered
more than a slight sprain or a minor bruise.
It is a late August morning, an unreal sky, so
blue it almost hurts the eyes to look at it.
Even now, there is a promise that the cool dampness
of the morning will soon yield to the stifling
heat of the prairie sun. No matter what you say,
I still don't think I ought to leave you alone.
Who said I'm alone? You hear what Judy said,
heist? Can't you be serious for a second? Only
because I think you should go. Now, we've been
over this a dozen times. If something was to
happen, I'd never forgive myself. What if, what
if, what if the sky fell down, Chicken Little?
Well, you're on. It hurts, doesn't it? Did I
say so? Oh, whenever you get this way, sarcastic,
you're covering up. You can't fool me. Take another
pill. Another one and I'll be going around like
a zombie. And I'll ask Doc Stevenson if he can
give you something else. But I don't want something
else. Now you go on, get your annual check up,
do a little shopping if you like. But I still
think I ought to be here. After last night. Boy,
last night. Last night, yeah. I am not a hysterical
woman. I didn't say you were. Well, you thought
so. Why do you get me up? I have a sound sleep
and it's just the lights and noises. I know,
I heard something last night. It wasn't a rabbit
or a deer. It was a flashing light. I'm not an
idiot and I haven't got that good imagination
to make it all up. And now, I'll go. Ace, where
are you? Come on boy, now I'm in no mood to play
games. Alright, I'm going back to the house.
What you got cornered, a ten -foot rabbit? Oh,
there you are now. Hey, you did find something.
I'm coming, Ace. All right, now bring it to me.
Come on, boy, give it here. Give it here, that's
it. Good dog. Hey, let's see what you discovered.
Hmm, a bag. Looks just like Doc Stevenson's bag
only. That couldn't be his. This one's shiny
new. Feels funny. It's not leather. Doesn't feel
like vinyl either. How the deuce can anyone possibly
use this? No lock? No zipper? No buckle? No,
they don't in this case. It's a gag. I'll bet
that some of those college kids from town sure
that's it. Judy did hear some sounds last night.
The kids. And they left this day. Stupid. Well,
of course, Ace. Now, you'll get full credit.
Yes, sir, boy. I'll tell Judy you found it. Now,
come on. Let's go back to the house. Come on.
That's you, Alex? Yeah, hello. How's the arm?
Not bad. Now, when are you going to take the
stitches out? These days. Now, don't rush it.
That's a mighty bad tear. Will you level with
me? Shoot. Well, the arm be as good as new. something
out here you aren't missing one of your black
bags nothing duck I think I hear Judy yeah yeah
it is hey she's driving kind of funny I better
hang up doc Come, I'll make some tea. Yes, like
that. Inside, with the walls around me. Oh, Alex.
Yes? We're in danger out. Oh, now, Judy. I saw
it, I tell you, I saw it. anymore. That may be
our to call the doc anyway. I guess you must
think I... Oh Alex, I was maybe a minute or so
past the railroad bridge when I heard this thing.
What thing? It was on the news about a patient
at Clearwood escaping and you know please notify
if you see him and telephone number at all. Any
description? Well all I can remember was something
about his being dressed all in black. Nothing
more. Hear that? What? Siren? Police siren? Well,
it could be a firetruck. Oh, yes, I suppose so.
You've heard sirens before. Yes, I know, but...
Ah, no buts. They're searching for him. I still
don't know who him is, except he's one of those
mental cases from Clearwood. Well, he was just
standing by the side of the road. But first I
could barely see him in the shadows, dressed
in black as he was. Well, what'd he do? Nothing.
Just stood there, looking. Didn't threaten you
and then he said something it it was like I want
to Communicate with you is I think that was him
and you got out of there fast. Did he shout?
No his voice was soft and and Mild and he said
communicate you sure he used that word communicate
Yes, it's a queer word to use don't you think
I mean most people would say talk I want to talk
with you. Communicate. I mean, I know what I
heard. I looked up when I heard him, and by now
he was in the sunlight, and I could see him clearly
just a few feet away. Alex, he had no face. Oh,
Judy. I know what I saw. There was no face. I'm
not hysterical, and I saw him. Now, if you say
so... Oh, why don't you believe me? Because I
can't conceive of anyone without a face, that's
why. Now, let's start from the beginning. Did
you see his eyes? No. Was he wearing a hat? Yes,
a black one. Well, I could throw a shadow over
his eyes so you couldn't see them. That's impossible.
Well, it has to be. How the devil could anyone...
He could have been in an accident, surgery. But
how would he... Alright, let's let's go on now.
What what about his nose? No, I didn't see any
could be the hat again mouth His his mouth Judy
you see if the Sun was hitting over his shoulder
Then there'd be a shadow from his hat in that
case the mystery is over. You're trying to make
me feel like a fool I Don't care what you or
anyone else thinks but I saw a man with no face
So you could know what you can do with your theory
about the Sun and the shadows I don't know about
flying saucers, and I don't take pills, and I
don't smoke pot or whatever they call it, and
I'm not crazy in imagining things. For your information,
Alex, my eyes are still 20 -20, and they saw,
oh, God help me, a man without a face! Alex,
what's this all about? I mean... meeting you
down the road instead of at your house. I didn't
want Judy to worry, Ben. Well, I'm a police officer
and not one of those secret agents you see in
the movies. Ben, she says she saw the patient
in Clearwood. Is that why you got me out here
like this? He escaped. You make it sound like
he's Jack the Ripper. Because he's from Clearwood,
you got the idea he's a raving homicidal mania.
Oh, sure. All they've got out there are a bunch
of lovable folks who are just a little mixed
up. Hmm. You're really upset. Never seen you
like this. I guess I didn't know how much until
right now. Judy ran into him on that big curve
near Clearwood. She wasn't the only one. We've
had calls from all over. Funny, you get sober
citizens see him at the same time, miles apart,
and dressed different. Happens every time. Take
a hot day, mix in a little imagination. This
was real. Of course it was. Ben, Judy's not...
She's not the type. Now take my word for it,
Alex. Every time something like this happens...
Naturally, they're doing something about it,
like cruising the highways, enjoying the scenery.
Now give him credit for enough brains to hide
out. I suppose you want police officers out in
the field. That's where they ought to be. Sure.
We'll hire a couple of hundred extra. Won't that
make the taxpayers jump for joy? Come here. What
for? Now, come here. I want you to hear this.
This is five. This is five. Receiving five. Is
that you, Ben? Over. Look up something for me,
will you? Over. Go ahead. Over. How many identifications
we got on the Clearwood thing? Give me a second.
Here it is. Ben, we got twelve so far. Over.
Hear that, Alex? Twelve. Everyone's a positive,
too. One black range. Over. What's the spread?
Over. This will kill you. Nearest one is two
miles. Longest is over thirty. Over. See, Alex?
Everybody sees what he wants to see. You still
with me? Over. Standing by. In this last part
of the 20th century and its attendant wonders
and discoveries, what is true and what is unreal?
Is there anything no longer possible? Is there?
I'll be back shortly with Act Two. The doubting
Alex knows that there's nothing wrong with his
wife's power of observation. She did see a man,
and though he does have a face, there is something
missing. A mouth. Result of an accident? Or is
he a mutation? A gruesome congenital result?
Or, perhaps, from out of this world? Let's join
Alex and see if we can find out. This is Alex
Harper calling. Could you connect me with the
director of the sanitarium, please? I'm sorry
to bother you, doctor. I'm Alex Harper. I have
a place on Route 36, about eight miles from you.
Of course, I pass by there quite often. What
can I do for you, Mr. Harper? Doctor, I hope
you won't laugh at it. but I have a couple of
questions about this fellow who broke out of
your place. Oh, uh, Michael. That's his name?
Michael? Michael what? Well, now we have no fool.
Identification, he gave us only his first name.
But he was a patient at Clearwood, wasn't he?
In a sense. Was he or wasn't he? Well, only for
one day. because I don't want my wife to hear.
She's in the kitchen and she's plenty upset already
about your Michael. Has she seen him? Where?
Have you notified the police? Well, I thought
I'd speak to you first. She saw him and from
what she says, she's either crazy or hysterical.
And I can tell you that she's not either one
of them. Oh, Michael is... Well, he's different.
Different? That what you call a guy without a
face? Without a... and the rest of it then my
wife she didn't she didn't see what she says
was on my laugh and it fell off well you'll pick
up the pieces won't you I've got something cooking
sure hey it's open Judy Judy the bag is open
what's open oh well never mind well what do you
know hey will you look at this now Alex you want
me to ruin supper but it's almost like a miracle
you see ace found this bag I couldn't figure
out a way to open it just looks just like a The
kind of bag Doc Stevenson carries. You don't
have to be an engineer to open one of those.
Oh, yeah? Well, this one has no lock or no nothing.
And when I just dropped it and broke the ashtray,
it opened up. Look what's in it. Let me see this
eighth wonder. All these bottles. That's strange.
Doesn't feel like glass. Plastic? Not plastic
either. I never felt anything like this. Well,
what's the difference? Say, here's one that says,
cardiac arrest. And this one's cerebral occlusion
and lymphoid carcinoma? Agena pectoris and respiratory
carcinoma. Spinal sarcoma. And this one at the
end? Tuberculosis. What is all this? What are
these pills? Well, how should I know? Except
that they're important. Here's one that's different.
Or cuts. roses, and dermatological eruptions.
It looks like talcum powder. It obviously belongs
to a doctor. But what a doctor? What does that
mean? Have you ever heard of a doctor who has
a bag full of pills that cures heart disease
and cancers, not to speak of stroke? The worst
plagues of mankind in here in our hands are the
answers to what science has been searching for.
Cures? Those pills aren't cures. Whoever heard
of a pill curing... Cancer, heart disease, or
stroke? Why not? Think a moment. Look at this
bag, Judy. Ever seen anything like it? In their
life, I tell you, I don't understand it. I don't
know where it came from, but it's like nothing
on this earth. And these pills, now go on and
laugh if you want to. But I know they can do
what their labels say. I can't prove it. I know.
All right, dear. If you want to think that, you
go right on. I've got dinner to make. Now, don't
patronize me. Alex, aren't you carrying this
a little too far? You don't seem to realize what
we have here. And you do. Those things could
be dangerous for all you know. Oh, my God. Now,
how can I prove? Whoa. Wait. There is a way.
And right now. Here. Help me. Here. No. Don't,
Alex. All right, then I'll get these bandages
off myself. Now, I'm begging you. Now, the doctor
said that... It's kind of awkward. I get scissors
and cut some of this away. Now, get it. I won't
be part of this... this stupidity. Now, you've
lost your mind. Are you going to help me or not?
Now, once I get the bandages off, I'm... I'm
only going to put some of that powder on the
stitches and on the skin where it's so red. That's
all. A little powder. Now, what can happen? What?
Honey, don't you realize what this is all about?
If this should work, and it will, you'll see.
The nose pills for cancer and heart... See now
Alex these things happen in stories, but not
It's nice for you. You'd be well. Don't you understand?
When doc told me what he found that you had a
heart condition I but he assured me it was nothing
to worry about the old bedside matter He wanted
to break it to you easily did he tell you that
no I can't say that but how could heart disease
be anything but serious So when and somehow the
bag open and I saw what was inside I I couldn't
think of anything but that you could be cured
just like that. Oh, honey, I love you. Oh, Alex.
I guess it's all right. Where are they? Here
they are. That's better. Now, careful now. You
don't want to cut those stitches. Good, that's
fine. The skin is so red. Sorry, you're looking
mess, I know. Now, please, give me that bottle
of... Powder or whatever it is. Alex. Please.
Here. The bottle is warm. Well, hot day. I feel
as though it's generating the heat itself. Isn't
that wild? Judy, will you do the honors? Just
shake some all over. All right. That should do
it. A little more. It's all covered. That ought
to do it. Feel anything? Not yet. How long do
you think it'll take? That is, if it... Well,
if it hasn't even been 30 seconds, I suppose
it'll take a little time, though. I didn't expect
a miracle like that war -rimmed wine kind of
thing that's got to work its way in. I'll get
some fresh gauze. You still ought to keep it
covered. Yeah, that might not be a bad idea.
I wonder what's bothering Ace. Oh, there he is.
Alex, what is it? Look over there. It's him.
The one Ace is running after, the man I saw on
the road, the man without a face. I'm going after
him. Now lock the door after me and call the
police. No, don't go. Let the police handle it.
He's heading out to the East Fields. Now call
him, tell him. He might be dangerous. No, I won't
get too close. Just enough to keep track of him
until the police get here. Oh, just thinking
of him. I'm so frightened. Oh, no, no. There's
no need to be. I didn't want to tell you before,
but I talked to the head of Queerwood and this
guy, this Michael is his name. He's a little
queer, but he's not dangerous. Anyway, there's
nothing to worry about as long as you stay inside.
Twice in one day. Why here? He's not after you?
What reason would he have? I suppose not, but
somehow... It must be his bag. He's come for
it. A doctor? It has to be. That's the only explanation.
Well, I'll give you another. He's escaped and
wants to stay off the main roads. After all,
you spotted him, did you? He just wants to get
as far from Clearwood as he can. By chance, he
was cutting across that place when he ran into
Ace. Now, look. Now, I'm going to go after him
before he gets too far. Remember, the police
and the door. Don't get your dander up, Alex.
We've known each other too long for that. Now,
you just show me again where you saw this fella
last. Ben, I know that a good cop ought to be
skeptical, but by God, I saw him run under that
tree, then up and over that fence. Now, why would
I lie? I don't mean to make out that you did
any such thing. He's just a darn queer. Huh?
Look for yourself. Look at what? That's it. Nothing
to see. Oh, come on. Now let's stop this rustic
routine. No footprints. Friends? Feel the ground.
Soft, isn't it? So it's soft. And where are the
prints? You say he was running? Yeah, with Ace
right behind him. A man running puts down a mighty
heavy print. Heavier than if he was walking.
He could have gone across these rocks. Could
have. But nobody could jump from rock to rock.
Why, it must be 20 feet between them. Yeah. Unless
he can fly. Must be clear out of the county by
now. Now, how do you come to that conclusion?
Ace. That's why. If we were anywhere near that
there Michael, we'd be hearing ace. You know
he's always been a noisy dog. Well, he could
have lost interest to run off after a rabbit
or a woodchuck. Yeah, maybe. Something right
over there, Alex. To your right. Grass. I can't
see a thing. Something black. This side of that
thorn bush. I see it. It's where I'm black. Everything
black. Come on out. Stand up. I'm telling you
for the last time. Put up your hands and come
out. Now I'm gonna fire a shot in the air and
if that... Doesn't fetch you. I'll put the next
one into you. Ben, I don't think he's coming
out. He won't shoot, will he? Just you watch.
But he isn't armed. How do you know that? Well,
if he was, he could have cut you down. He'd stand
it up and make a beautiful target. You got something
there. I'm going in. I got an idea. He's so scared
he can't move. Now, don't be stupid. Come back.
Of all the stupid things... Oh, it's Ace. Our
dog. Dead. Yeah. Gee, I'm sorry. There isn't
a mark on him. Look at his face. It's horrible.
If I didn't know better, I'd... I'd say that
something scared that dog to death. There is
no medicine for fear. The icy chill that reaches
out with frigid fingers to clutch the heart.
The shadow of the inexplicable Mr. Michael hovers
close by, and the lives of at least two people
will be irreparably altered. We'll find out how
when I return shortly with Act 3. The family
dog has died mysteriously, and the presence of
Mr. Michael is as real as if he had knocked at
the front door. Now the ride back to the farmhouse
is a silent one, broken only by a few perfunctory
remarks as it comes to an end. I'll keep in touch,
Alex. If you see anything, give us a call. Yeah.
Might as sorry about these. See you, Alex. You
okay? Okay. Is that Ben in the police car? Yeah,
Ben. Oh, you should have invited him in. I guess
so. I just didn't think. Judy... Did he get away?
The man who... Oh, Ben thinks he's out of the
county. Oh, I hope so. Judy, we were following
Ace... Alex, look at him. It's a miracle you
were talking about him. I met Ben and we were
over in the North... Call the doctor. He'll drop
everything and come out when you tell him. And
I was the one who didn't believe. I don't understand
you. I thought you'd be jumping up and down because
what you said would happen did. I'm so happy
for you. Huh? Alex, look at your arm, your left
arm. My God, my God in heaven. I didn't believe
it. Oh, what an idiot I was. Talcum powder. You
want to know the truth? I thought you slept.
Absolutely over the deep end, telling me to shake
powder off. I'm moving it, you see, like it was
before that. of that arm. I wonder if you followed
my advice. You'll think I borrowed another arm.
Look, not a single scar. It looks like the skin
was never even scratched. Oh, it's so wonderful.
Oh, and I love you. You won't be angry with me.
Oh, could I be? And why should I be? The doctor's
bag, the one Ace found. Yeah, the bag. Where
is it? I have it. Well, get it. Now that we have
proof. Judy. Judy, you're going to be as good
as new, the proper Phil, and no more heart condition.
Hear that, world? Listen, oh gracious universe.
Well, it's on the desk. Well, what are we waiting
for? Alex. Look, if it works like the powder,
we'll stand them all on their collective ears.
Judy. Judy, the bag is locked again. I was so
full of doubt. When you left, I looked at the
bag and... Oh, Alex. To me, it was the embodiment
of everything evil. And I wanted to destroy it,
so... So I picked it up, and somehow I pushed
the flap down. Well, now, I can't tell where
one part fits into another. See, I can't find
a seam anywhere. I think it was just about here.
Try there. No, no, that's no use. I'll drop it
on the floor, maybe like last time. I'll try
again. No use. Oh, forgive me. Right now we've
got to figure out a way to get the bag open so
we can get you a heart pill. Alex, you have an
electric drill. I can try. I'll take it out to
my workbench in the barn. Well, why not wait
until morning? It's getting dark now. No, time
like the present. Now give me a shot when dinner's
ready. If I'm lucky, I may be within. I'll get
this thing open if I have to use dynamite. And
here goes. Ah, nuts. The instrument will not
achieve penetration. Who? Do not be alarmed.
I mean, you know I am. You know who I am. Michael?
I am he. Don't come any closer. There is nothing
to fear. There is no belligerency in me. I have
a gun. This rifle is loaded. That is a weapon?
Yes. It can bring an end to consciousness? Easily.
It is not my intention to cause any fear. But
you have. You killed my dog today. The creature
threatened me. And I did not intend to. I did
not realize how weak it was. A simple mental
probe and that. I regret. The occurrence? Haven't
you ever seen a dog before? They are images in
books and pictures. There are no dogs or animals
where you come from? There is barely enough room
for the higher forms of life. We have never learned
to curb our reproductive powers, it seems. Well,
where is this place you come from? This is Earth,
the third planet from the sun, I think. I know.
It is my home, too. Oh, that can't be. I exist,
but not of your time. Not of my time? Time runs
on. There is a past, a present, and a future.
The threads are simultaneous. Oh, now you don't
expect me to leave. I am fatigued from my experience,
and I must return. If you will kindly give back
my case to me, the one... You have on the bench.
It's yours? That is why I have come. It was misplaced,
lost. But now that I have found it... Well, there's
no argument about it, doctor. It's yours. I am
not a doctor. Not in the context of usage in
your time. Well, who cares? Listen, the case
was opened. I don't know how... The mechanism
is faulty. I must exchange it. You. You did not.
Utilize any of the contents. Well, only some
of the powder and the bond will label dead. Yes,
yes, yes, yes, I am aware. But he did a fantastic
job with my arm. Look at it. Look at it, Michael.
Would you believe that only a few hours ago it
was a man? I am aware of the powers inherent
in the powder. But now, please give me the case.
You cannot open it, for the key is in my hands
alone. Stay back. I must open it once more. Or
you will. I've got to have something from it.
Comprehend this. My time is far in your future.
The compounds are off. Another time, different
metabolisms. Evolution has caused basic changes.
But the powder worked on me. It is probably the
single excipient. I don't believe you. Look,
I'll give you anything. Money. How much do you
want? Open it. I shall prove my point to you.
You must be aware of the differences in our physiognomies.
You mean your face? Exactly. The lack of an aperture
above the jawbone. You call it a mouth. Have
you wondered then how we are communicating? I
have no mouth, for we ingest our nourishment
through an osmotic process unknown to you. And
if I have no mouth, then how do we communicate?
You? I'm moving your mouth, and I, I hear. I,
on the other hand, send my thoughts to you through
my mind. You see this is so? Yes, yes. Think
of it in this manner. I am you in a distant time.
You should be able to comprehend then that medicinal
compounds of my time may not be of benefit in
yours. My wife will die unless she has a pill.
Just one pill. Open that bag or I'll kill you.
I mean it. And I found myself in your time. The
accident must have disturbed my balance, and
I wandered from this place, leaving my case behind.
We have communicated sufficiently. I feel joyous
that your infirmity responded to the powder,
but I cannot allow you to maintain possession
of the case any longer. Stop. I took a vow to
protect it with my life. Give it to me. That'll
hold you for a while. You don't realize it, but
you told me how to open this. You said the key
is in your hand. It'll open to your hand, Prince.
Now, your right hand on the bag. Maybe, maybe
both at once. There. I'll try, I'll try one on
each side. Yes, yes, I've got it Judy Judy. It's
open Come on Michael wake up come on. You're
okay piece of ice on your cheeks should help
That's it easy now fine fine How do you feel
I thought your aim was to? To extinguish me oh
no no no I only wanted one of those heart attack
pills You see, my wife, Judy, has a heart condition.
Well, well, she had a heart condition. Thanks
to you, we don't have to worry about that anymore.
This other person, your wife, she ingested the
dosage... It's like a flash. After she saw what
happened to my arm, she had no hesitation. If
I could only have just one of each of those different
pills, I wouldn't have had... I have communicated
to you that I am not a physician. Yet you have
refused to accept the truth. You insist I am
practiced in medicine because I possess a case
apparently similar to physicians of this time
era. Well, you can't blame me for thinking that.
You will not communicate. You will listen. You
poor man. Poor, poor individual. Let me inform
you of my, my profession. I am proudly the highest
-ranking exterminator. Exterminator? Precisely.
I communicated earlier that in my era, there
is barely enough room for all who inhabit the
planet. Therefore, exterminators trained to eliminate
painlessly and quickly. Oh, no! The pills! As
you refer to the compounds, are each a dose of
death. The case is full of death. The tools of
my trick. All except the container of first aid
powder, which I keep for my personal needs. Fortunately
for you, for you are now thoroughly healed now.
But the rest... The label, tuberculosis, heart
attack, cancer? The compounds act. within a matter
of minutes, bringing death, of course. Instead
of resorting to the crude murders of earlier,
more primitive eras, it is more comforting for
the family to report that one of its members
has died of cancer, heart disease, or any one
of a dozen other diseases. You must have an antidote.
If you make a mistake, there must be some way
you are not committed. I am sorry for your bereavement.
And from another time, who conversed through
telepathic means, much too fantastic. Alex Harper
would look with infinitely sad eyes and agree
that it was too much to expect anyone to believe
his story. Except for one thing, and he would
bear his left arm. Explain this, he would say,
and if you can, I will agree that I dreamed.
the entire nightmare. I'll be back shortly. In
a ditty from a well -known operetta, the words
are, things are seldom what they seem. Skim milk
masquerades as cream. And as you have just heard,
words alone may tell only part of the real story.
But for stories guaranteed to increase your pulse
beat, my suggestion is the Radio Mystery Theatre.
Our cast included Patrick O 'Neill, Marion Seldes,
Ian Martin, and Leon Gianni. The entire production
was under the direction of Hyman Brown. And now,
a preview of our next tale. I know. I know. I
hadn't emptied the tub. The water's still there.
It must be. I'll show you. I don't understand
it. The tub's bone dry, ma 'am. It hasn't been
used. Not tonight, anyway. His clothes. Howard's
clothes. He'd empty his suitcases and put his
clothes in the closet. Here's his suitcases,
too. Just ladies clothes. Yours, man? Yes. Hey,
don't cry. I, uh... Hey, look. Look, this dream
you had... It was no dream. Okay, okay. So maybe
you imagined... I didn't imagine anything. Do
you imagine a husband? Do you imagine a month
-long honeymoon? Do you imagine a man in a chair
with a knife in his chest? This is EG Marshall
inviting you to return to our mystery theater
for another adventure in the macabre until next
time pleasant