I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome to the terrifying
world of your imagination. My story explores
the dark uncharted area of the human brain. Despite
medical research, scientists admit that there
is much that is still unknown about the flesh
-and -blood computer which guides our conscious
and unconscious lives. Let us listen as Colonel
Edmund Plant of the CMI warns Dr. Gentry what
dangers exist when we attempt to control this
complicated human mechanism. Let me explain,
doctor. Your patient, Kent Hatcher here, may
be a time bomb. We have no idea what was done
to him, but we do know from other cases what
to expect. You mean brainwash? Perhaps. It's
very likely Kent may have been subjected to deep
and continual hypnosis. His mind washed as clean
as a sheet of white paper, then programmed to
commit some terrible act against his own people.
Our mystery drama, Prognosis Negative, was written
especially for the Mystery Theatre by Sidney
Sloan and stars William Redfield and Bryna Rayburn.
Colonel Edmund Plant was on an unpleasant errand.
As he walked into the big dirty gray building,
the military hospital for the insane known to
the brass as the pit, he could think of many
places he'd rather be. But this was a duty he
had to perform, part of his job. And he wanted
to get it over with as fast as possible. I hope
this won't take too long, Dr. Gentry. No, no,
not too long, Colonel Plant. All we need is your
official identification. We've been able to identify
him from his fingerprints, but the official rules
call for your observation and signature. I know,
I know. Right this way. We've got him in a private
room because of his condition. Here. Here we
are. Step inside, please. I'll, uh, I'll speak
to him. I... Don't know if he'll respond. Kent,
can you hear me? Colonel Plant, your commanding
officer, is here to see you. You want to talk
to him? Six, five, three, listen to me, listen
to me. What does that mean? Well, we don't know.
That's the only response we've been able to get
from him. Kent, do you remember me? Kent? See,
look at his eyes. No focus. He doesn't hear you.
He's in a world of his own. Kent Hatcher disappeared
on a mission behind enemy lines eight years ago.
Two months ago, he showed up in a prisoner exchange.
We had believed him dead in action. After seven
years, he was declared officially dead. Well,
does he have any relatives? A wife? Yeah, he
had a wife. She's remarried. Moved away. Left
the state, I believe. Anyone else, Colonel? No.
So, here he is. Mindless, mutilated, tortured.
No relatives, no friends. And his superiors embarrassed
or annoyed that he's still alive. I did not make
the rules, nor did I persuade Kent Hatcher to
take the mission. It was purely voluntary. I
know, I know. Well, what do we do now? Of course,
we will do our best to bring him back. Mentally
and physically? Both, if possible, but it is
doubtful he has an overstrained heart condition.
It's quite serious. So permanent physical recovery
is doubtful. Perhaps it's all for the good. You
would rather that he die? Let me explain. Kent
Hatcher may be a time bomb. We have no idea what
was done to him. but we do know from other cases
what to expect. You mean brainwash? Perhaps.
It's very likely Kent may have been subjected
to deep and continual hypnosis, his mind washed
as clean as a sheet of white paper, and then
programmed to commit some terrible act against
his own people. Six, five, three, listen to me.
Listen to me. Doctor, I want this man kept under
surveillance day and night. We cannot take any
chances. CMI, Colonel Plant here. Oh, Colonel,
this is Dr. Gentry, Paul Gentry. Uh, yes? Remember
we were talking just last week about the case
of Kent Hatcher, one of your agents? Oh, where's
that? Well, yes, yes. On what do you base your
findings? Well, he's been under intense treatment
and has begun to respond very rapidly. He's mild
and cooperative. He's almost childlike. I see.
I've reduced the guard to one eight -hour shift
midnight to eight in the morning, and at all
other times he is constantly in the hands of
our nurses and therapists and other personnel.
Well, you are something of a gambler, Doctor.
A gambler? Taking that kind of a risk. No, no,
no, no. I don't think so. Doctor. Has it occurred
to you that this entire mild convalescence may
have been programmed into the mind of this man
to throw you off guard? Oh, nonsense. I know
a harmless man when I see one. To leave him unguarded
is taking chances with the lives of many people.
Heaven only knows what has been fed into his
receptive and willing mind. You know your name
is Kent, don't you? Yes, doctor. Do you know
your full name? Can you remember? Yes. Kent Hatcher.
Very good, very good. Now, how do you know that
is your name? You told me. You had a life before
you were brought here. You were married. Can
you remember that? No, doctor. You had a daughter,
Mary. She was very ill. I don't remember. You
loved her very much. When she died, You were
heartbroken. Heartbroken? You don't recall anything?
No. Oh, doctor, I just wanted to remind you,
you have a lecture today at the university. Oh,
yes, yes, yes. That's right. Thank you, Evelyn.
Look, I'm working with Hatcher. You know the
case? I should know it. I've been transcribing
all your notes. Well, I'm in the midst of giving
him a series of perception tests. All very simple,
just a matter of timing them. Yes, I know them.
You think you could finish them while I'm at
the university? Well, yes, I guess I could, but...
What? I'm just a bit afraid of him. I was in
the office the last time you spoke with Colonel
Plant. Now look, if you don't want the assignment,
I'll just give... No, no, no, I want it. As long
as you say he's... Well, okay. Good, good. I'll
expect you in ten minutes. Excellent, Mr. Hatcher.
Excellent. Well, I'll have a good report for
Dr. Gentry. Now, suppose we put all the equipment,
the puzzles and the cards, back into their proper
boxes. Proper boxes? The boxes they came in.
You understand, don't you? I understand. I think
you understand more than you pretend. Are you
pretending? No. No. No! Don't get upset. I'm
sorry if I hurt your feelings. Six, five, three.
Listen to me. Listen to me. Please, sit down.
We have more to do, more games to play. Please.
Now. Now. Stay back. Stay back. Please, don't
hurt me. Please. Six, five, three. Listen. to
me. Listen to me. I am grateful to the officials
who have given me this air time to explain a
very serious matter. I am or was Ken Hatcher's
doctor, and I must add my warning to the hundreds
of others who have read in your newspapers and
heard over the air. Ken Hatcher is dangerous,
frighteningly Dangerous. Do not, under any circumstances,
attempt to apprehend him yourself. Call the special
numbers that have been set up for this purpose.
Do not let his mild manner deceive you. He is
a killer who will act without even the slightest
provocation. The police have orders to shoot
on sight. Morning, mister. What can I do for
you? You want to buy a $200 coat for you, 18?
I... I want some clothes. Different clothes.
Oh, well, I don't blame you. You're wearing old
painter's overalls. And where did you pick up
that raincoat? At the auto -mat? Give me clothes.
Sure. Sure, mister. Didn't mean to hurt your
feelings or nothing. Look, I figure you about
a 40 long, right on this rack over here. So,
uh, you just go ahead and help yourself, huh?
You pick out what you want. I gotta go to the
back of the store to, uh, do a little alteration,
okay? You just pick out what you want. And then
call me, right? Okay. I'll see you in a minute.
What was that number I seen in the paper? Where
is it? Where is it? Here. Here. Hello? Hello,
listen. He's right in my store. I recognize him
in a picture, in a paper. Also, I've seen it
four times on the news. I don't know how long
I could get... Six, five, three. Listen to me.
Listen to me. Now, the way I see it, Archie,
the old girl's prime for the taking right now,
with the right approach. It's the booze talking,
Freddy girl. You ain't got a cent out of you,
Mrs. Mulberry. And you ain't gonna because you
ain't sharp enough to convince her. Look, Archie,
you gotta work these big jobs slow. You rush
them, you end up with an empty hand. Look, Freddy...
That old tea leaves bid and the table -knocking
routine ain't gonna fool no one, not even your
stupid Mrs. Mulberry, who wants to get in touch
with the spirit of her dear dead departed. Hey,
take the bottle and get in the other room. Might
be a customer for a reading. This hour, 11 .45?
Yeah, it's probably some drunk. All the better.
They give bigger fees and no complaints. Now,
get out! All right, all right. I'll be sitting
behind the curtain in the kitchen. Yes? Oh, step
inside, friend, and let Frederica Gillis solve
your problems. You have... Yes, yes. Oh, look,
step inside, please. That's better. Now, what's
troubling you, friend? Money matters, domestic
difficulties, fear of the future... There. There's
a sign in your window. Spiritual reader, forecaster
of the future, palms red, two leaves. No, no,
not that. Not what? The sign. The sign, room
to rent. Oh, that. Well, that's a mistake, mister.
We had our room vacant, but we really don't have
it. I took that room three months ago. I'm the
larger here. There ain't no more room. But the
sign is still in the window. It's just a mistake.
It should have been taken down. No room? No room,
chum. So, this way out. Wait. Maybe we have got
a room for this gentleman. What? Freddie, have
you got... Top floor. Sort of an attic room,
if you don't mind the climb. What? Wait a minute,
you can't give him that room. Now, I've got all
the photographic equipment in there. Well, you'd
better clear it out, because I've just rented
the room to this here nice gentleman. You want
to take a look at it, sir? I'll take it. Without
even looking at it? I think you better go up
and then decide. I want to be fair about it.
Right up them stairs, top floor, first door on
the left. Well, I don't need to look. Now, do
as you're told. Go upstairs. Yes, yes, I'll go.
I'll do as you say. What is the crazy idea of
that? Now, what do you want him around here for?
For a very definite reason. I recognized him
immediately. You did? Well, who is he? He's Kent
Hatcher, the man the entire country is searching
for. That one? Then don't let him in. Put down
that phone, you fool. Put it down. Now, this
guy Hatcher is gonna be the one thing we need
to pull off that caper with Mrs. Mowbray. This
is the biggest piece of luck we've had. Frederica
Gillis in her own canny way recognized more than
just the features of the hunted man. She knew
intuitively that he was susceptible to hypnosis
and made up her mind to use this susceptibility
to further her own nefarious plans. I'll be back
shortly with act two. Several days have passed
since Kent Hatcher, the hunted man, found refuge
with Frederica Gillis and her accomplice Archie.
She has not permitted him to leave the house
and, in fact, has been working to disguise his
much publicized scarred face. That you, Archie?
Right, Freddy girl. Come out here in the kitchen.
I want you to see something. Coming. Well Archie,
how do you like him good? What a change you made
in his appearance You've even given him a new
hairdo. Yeah looks a lot different with the die
job Takes years off his age blacken it up like
that wait till his beard grows out. That'll cover
most of the scars. It's terrific Well Kent, how
do you like your new look? I like it Thank you
Only his name is not Kent, Archie. That had to
be changed. His name is Mazumodar. What? He's
gonna be Mazumodar, the Indian mystic. He'll
darken his face, let his beard grow out, and
then, with a fancy, uh, what do you call them,
things they wrap around their heads? Turban.
Turban, turban, that's it. How can't you just
see him in a rich -looking robe with a turban
on his head? Now, wait, well, what's on your
mind, Freddy girl? Oh, you're not very quick,
Archie. Now look, what I have in mind is... Mazou
Modar, Mazou Modar, do you hear me? I hear you.
What is your name? Tell me your name. I am Mazou
Modar. Now, I want you to go to your room and
you are to stay there until I call you. Repeat
what I have told you. Go to my room and stay
until you call me. Now go. I go to my room and
stay. That's amazing. It's a man. He's behaving
like a little lamb. Oh, I could sense right from
the moment I laid eyes on him that he was an
easy subject. We're gonna give Mrs. Mowbray the
greatest spirit show she's ever seen in her life.
She'll hand us her money in a bushel basket.
Everything ready, Archie? Yeah, I think so. Let's
run over the list. Wind effect, whistling sound,
eerie music. Okay, but not too much. When she
does get in touch with her dear departed Kenneth,
what's she gonna ask him? And what's our phony
medium Kent going to reply? Mazumotor. Remember
that. Okay, Mazumotor. What's he going to say?
You can't guess what the old gal might ask when
the seance starts. Look, I've been working with
him all week. The going gets too rough for him
and he can't give a good answer. I'll just break
things up. Stop the seance. Say that the contact
with the spirit world is broken. Okay. What time
is she coming? I told her eight o 'clock. Well,
now... Just to get things straight, now I'll
be in the kitchen. All the sound effects will
be piped into here where the seance is taking
place, right? Right. And when I want the sound
out, I'll say, Mazou Modar, do you feel a presence
in this room? And I fade sound out and Mazou
Modar takes over. That's all there is to it.
And Mrs. Mowbray will be here in 30 minutes.
Mrs. Mowbray, this is the great Mazou Modar.
Oh, does he speak English? Oh, yes. I've asked
him to conduct the séance in English. He's agreed,
though he'd rather do it in his own language.
Oh, I understand. Thank him for me. If he is
able to reach out into the great void and bring
my son, my dear son Kenneth, back to me. Even
for an inst. Mazou Moda will do his best. I told
him of your great sorrow when he was sympathetic.
Weren't you all seeing one? I am sympathetic
to the sorrows of a grieving mother. Oh, oh,
bless you. Bless you. Please help me. Let us
begin. Sit here at this table, Mrs. Mowbray.
Yes. You there. Yes. I will sit opposite you.
The great Mazumoda will sit between us. Yes.
Let the seance begin. What is it? What is the
matter? Silence. Mazumoda must reach out into
the spirit world. He is entering his trance.
I call to you. I order you to come. Spirits obey
the... Command of Mazumoda! Do you feel a presence
all seeing one? There is one here who demands
to speak. Then let him speak. Mother? Mother,
where are you? It's Kenneth. He's calling to
me. You may speak to him. Kenneth, darling, I
miss you terribly. Are you happy? I am happy,
Mother. Oh, I feel so alone, darling. I want
you with me always. I have felt your presence
near me. I have been with you from the moment
of my death. It has... It's been difficult reaching
you. Difficult to let you hear my voice. Now
you are being helped by kind and gentle people.
Be good to them, Mother. Without them, our thin
thread of contact will dissolve. I will return
to you and we will talk again. I will return.
Why has he gone? Call him back, call him back,
I beg you. Mazumoda, I will give you anything
you want, but please let me speak to him again.
Now stop that. You want to ruin everything? Stop,
I say. The seance is at an end. Oh, please, please.
Ask Mazumoda to forgive me my outburst. Mazumoda
understands, Mrs. Mowbray. Oh, I hope he does.
When may I come again? I will call you after
I consult with him. I... I want to... I don't
quite know how to say this, but can I give him
something? I mean, will he accept? The all -seeing
one is a holy man and may not accept money. It
is unclean. Oh, well, in that case... But he
must live and I must live. That is, I will accept
for him. Oh, yes, yes. Of course. Here. You are
a good person, Mrs. Gillis. I am so lucky to
have found you. Goodbye. Thank you again. And
please, call me soon. Soon. Goodbye. Archie?
She's gone, finally, huh? You didn't let the
seance go too long, did you? Just long enough
to make a want more. It was a complete success.
Mazumotor was perfect. She loosened up the purse
strings a wee bit too, didn't she? I heard her
say something about money. Here, 500. Take your
cut. 500? Better than I thought. Peanuts. That's
just a down payment on what she's gonna give
us, beg us to take. You got something big on
your mind? Yeah. Next time, she's not gonna be
taken in quite so much by the atmosphere of the
seance. She wants something more definite, more
tangible. Well, we got all that info. We collected
from the army files about her son. You know,
flyers shot down. Body never recovered. final
report of his burial in enemy territory. Oh,
nothing in that stuff will have any influence
on her. Just take a look at this snapshot, taken
with his buddies overseas. Take a good look at
it. All right. What's so important about this
photo? Look at his right wrist. What do you see?
Here, use this magnifying glass. Here. Looks
like he's wearing one of them identity bracelets
this guy's wore at the time, you know, especially
the flyers. That's correct. It was specially
made for him, she told me, by a fancy jeweler.
At the time of his death, it was destroyed or
stolen. She never got it back. So what? We are
going to reproduce that bracelet. And at the
next seance, Mazumodar will ask the dear departed
Kenneth for some... Proof that he is really Mrs.
Mowbray's son. And then old Mazumi will drop
the identity bracelet right into Mrs. Mowbray's
sweating hands. Oh, that's great. That's really
a great idea, Frederica girl. Now look, you take
this photo and blow it up as large as you can.
And then blow up the portion that takes in the
right wrist. Yeah, then blow that up again. Then
get all the details, huh? And then we find a
jeweler who can reproduce the identification
bracelet exactly. What do you think that'll be
worth to the rich Mrs. Mowbray? How about I open
up, Ken? Would you be a good guy? Good guy now
open up the door, huh? Look, I've got to get
in there, Kent, and I've got all my photographic
equipment in there. Well, thanks, old man. Hey,
I'm sorry if I disturbed you. It won't take me
a minute. No. No. No. Wait a minute, Kent. No.
Whatever your name. Now listen. No. Stop. Stop.
Now don't look at me like that. No. Federica!
Federica, help! Six. No. Five. No. Three. Stop.
Listen to me. Stop. Federica! Help! You hear
me and you obey. Tell me that you hear me. I
hear you. Well, now go back into your room and
stay there until I order you to leave. Repeat
what I have said. Go back to my room. Stay there.
Until I order you to leave. Until you order me
to leave. Feeling better, Archie? Well, my throat
feels like a horse stepped on it or something.
We're playing with dynamite. The best thing we
can do is turn him in before we all wake up dead
some morning. Yeah, wait till we make the big
caper to the next seance. and we're able to drop
the identification bracelet into the center of
the table. Can we take the chance? Can we wait
that long? Look, just go to work. Take your pictures.
How long will it take to have the bracelet made?
Well, I know a guy who does great work. Good.
Can you get to him? This is just a telephone
call away. He owes me a couple of favors. Well,
call him and then start working with your camera.
I got all your equipment out of Mazumoda's room.
Yeah Feast your eyes on that. Oh The bracelet
you got it told you the jeweler was a friend
did it in two days now, ain't it? Beautiful.
Oh, let me see the photo. No the blow -up you
made. Yeah spitting image Perfect looks like
the original. Yeah Look how he made it look as
though it had been in a fire Marbury went down
in flames, you know, yeah. Oh good touch makes
it look authentic Look, I'll call Mrs. Mowbray
and set up the seance as soon as possible. Hey,
listen, there's one little fly in the ointment,
Freddy girl. What? Maybe we ought to get a new
medium to run the show, huh? What are you talking
about? New medium? No, no. We've got to use Mazou
Moda. We've established him. Well, you've got
to unestablish him. He's gone. Gone? When? How?
We'll just have to find him. Come on. He didn't
have much money, so he couldn't have gone far.
Well, wouldn't it be better to report the whole
thing to the police? And throw away enough money
to keep us in the good things for the rest of
our life? Are you crazy? But now... No! No buts!
Mazamodar is the key that will unlock Mrs. Mowbray's
bank account. And we're not gonna let that slip
out of our hands! Kent Hatcher loose in the city
again. No one to control his homicidal urges.
His changed appearance would make it difficult
for the police to recognize and to apprehend
him. Will they? I'll be back shortly with Act
3. have gone by since Kent Hatcher broke through
the bonds of hypnotic suggestion and fled from
the house of Frederica Gillis. Mrs. Gillis and
Archie have been hunting for him for hours. But
the tortured man wanders through the big city.
Something urges him onward. Something that he
cannot define even to himself. Hello. May I speak
to Carl Shearson, please? This is his wife. Carl
Alma, I know you don't like me calling the office,
but I Think I saw him No Carl, I'm sure he's
changed, but I knew him Yes, I I know I said
that before but this time He followed me Yes,
I tried to get away I ran into Fletcher's grocery
store quickly ordered some groceries and asked
them to let me slip out the back entrance I Didn't
see him after that Call the police. No, I couldn't.
They... They'll kill him. They're searching for
him and they'll take no chance. Someone at the
door. Must be my grocery order. I told them to
send it up. Call me back in a few minutes, Carl.
Coming. I wanted to talk to you. Alma, don't
hold the door. I won't hurt you. Come. Come in.
Alma, I've been following you. At first I didn't
know why. And then the name Alma kept repeating
in my head. Then I knew. who Alma was. Do you
know who I am? Yes. I know you can't. They told
me you were dead. I was alone all those years.
I... I'm remarried. Remarried? You were declared
legally dead. Even then I hesitated, but Carl
insisted that we marry. He's a good man. Kind.
I need him. He loves me. Our... daughter Mary.
Dead, isn't she? Pneumonia. The year after you
disappeared. Dead. Everything... dead... or gone...
or... Over. Kent, you must go away. Hide. They're
looking for you. They may find you here. All
over. You know, Alma, I can hardly remember what
you used to look like. I can hardly remember
my life. There's nothing here in the papers.
Nothing on the radio or TV. All it says is, fugitive
killer still at large. Seems he ran into his
ex -misses and her new husband reported it to
the police. Well, that means he's still in town.
I'm worse luck. I wish he'd take off with the
great open spaces. I hope we never see him again.
What are you talking about, Archie? We need him.
I'm hoping he'll come back here. Here? Yeah,
where else can he go? He hasn't dissent. He knows
he's safe here. The question is, Freddy, are
we? I can control him, and we need him. I've
stalled Mrs. Mowbray twice. I can't keep doing
it without her losing interest. If he walked
in that door today, we could schedule the seance
for tonight, and it... Clear out of here, Archie.
That's a client wants a reading. Go in the kitchen.
All right, all right. Call me if you want. Here.
You! Mazumoda, come in, come in. Archie, come
here. What is it? What? Why, it's him. He was
right. He did come back. Mazou Modar, listen
to me. Listen. You are to go to your room. Go
to my room? You will change your street clothes
to Mazou Modar's robe and turban. Do you understand?
I understand. Now, go to your room. Go, I go
to my room. It's amazing. That's truly amazing.
You got him like a monkey on a string. I told
you I could control him. You gonna pull it off
tonight? Why should we wait? Soon as we get her
money, we'll get rid of him and turn him in.
It's my sentiments exactly. Now, he is too hot
to handle. As soon as the cops get him, the better.
Hand me the phone. Mrs. Mowbray, right on time.
Come in. Come in. Thank you for calling me. I
began to think that all contact with my son Kenneth
was broken. I thought perhaps I had disturbed
Mazumodar by my outburst. Oh, no, no. Nothing
like that. But I must tell you, his efforts on
your behalf have taken their toll of his strength.
I don't quite understand. Well, every night Mazumodar
has reached out into the darkness of death to
touch the spirit of your son. Oh, has he? Has
he really? The effort has drained his strength.
He is not well. Oh, then perhaps... It may take
him months, perhaps years to recuperate, and
the expenses incurred are very high. I will pay
them anything. Well, I am certain that he will
be successful tonight. I have been in communion
with the spirit of your son. I have informed
him that he must appear to you. and must give
you some evidence known only to the two of you
to prove without any doubt that it is truly he.
Oh, if he could, if he could. We will begin.
Sit here at this table, as we did the last time.
Yes. You there, I across from you, and Masumoda
sitting between us. Yes. Now, I will dim the
lights. Let us join hands and complete the mystic
circle. Oh, Masumoda, do you feel a presence?
I feel there is one here who has traveled a long
way. Do you know him by name? is not simple.
He is trying. He is trying, trying to... Masumoda,
are you all right? Can you continue? I can continue.
I must. The spirit is here in our midst. He wants
to speak. Let him speak. Mother! Mother! I call
out to you across the long reaches of infinity.
Oh, oh, Kenneth. I have spoken several times
to this holy man who has made it possible to
be near you. Yes, yes, Kenneth. He has informed
me that I must give you substantial proof of
my presence here. What should it be? Oh, anything.
Anything. I believe it is really you. No, I will
give you proof. Proof of my love for you, dear
mother. Do you remember your loving gift to me?
What gift? Shortly before I left to go overseas
on my last furlough home. The bracelet! The identification
bracelet! Yes, but... It was never found, never
returned to me. I wanted that more than anything
else. I knew that and I return it to you now!
It's him! His bracelet! Oh, my son! My son! Lights!
Let us turn on the lights! The seance is over!
Could you've all... all been to me to bring back
this bracelet? Oh, this is all I have left of
him. Oh, thank you, Masumoto. How can I ever
adequately thank you? I am sympathetic to the
grief of a lonely... Mother. Mother Mordor, he's
fallen. Quick, help me. Help me lift him. Archie,
Archie, come in here quickly. What is it? What's
happened? Mother Mordor has fainted. Collapse
here. Help me. I'll get him under the right arm
now. And are you getting... Wait a minute. It's
no use. Just leave him there. Leave him? He's
dead. Yes, yes, Colonel Plant, I've been expecting
you. Yes, yes, official identification of the
body, I know. Well, I don't make the rules. I
realize that, Doctor. Let's get on with it. I
have another appointment. Very well, if you'll
come this way. Get after you, Colonel. We keep
the bodies here prior to identification. Of course.
Right this way, please. And here we are, number
31416. Do you identify this man, Colonel Plant?
I do. His name was Kent Hatcher. His serial number...
No, no, that won't be necessary, Colonel. It's
all here on this form. May I have your signature,
please? Yes, of course. There you are. Thank
you. Is that all? No, that's all that's required
officially, Colonel. But do you mind if I ask
you a question? Yes, go ahead. That business
with the identification bracelet. Oh, it was
a fake a reproduction mrs. Gillis accomplice
Archie had it made from a photograph We got all
that in their confessions They had made it look
as though the dead son Kenneth had sent the bracelet
to his mother from the great beyond Mm -hmm.
Yes. It's a common trick played by people of
this type to built naive women However, there
was one aspect of the matter that has not been
satisfactorily explained You mean about the inscription
on the inside of the identification band? To
my son, forever and ever, mother. Doctor, there
was no way they could have known what that was,
or whether there was even an inscription. In
some mysterious way, that engraving appeared
on the inner face of the silver bracelet. How?
We shall never know. And the tortured, troubled
man finally found his rest on a cold slab in
the morgue. Unmourned, unwanted, unwept for.
I'll be back shortly. terrifying results of tampering
with the human brain. All the experts agreed
pretty much on the methods that had been used,
but not one had an answer for Kent Hatcher's
mysterious extrasensory knowledge of the inscription
on the inside of the bracelet. That he took to
his grave. Our cast included William Redfield,
Reiner Rayburn, Mason Adams, Earl Hammond, and
Martha Greenhouse. 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.