Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. I don't
know if you've ever stopped to think about it,
but of all the creatures in the animal kingdom,
only man, and man alone, will murder his mate
simply because she no longer pleases him. True,
certain of our friends in fur, fin, or feather
will indulge in desertion, or even divorce. But
murder? For that you must have the highest degree
of culture and civilization For that you have
to be human. I I must know what I can do doctor
to To keep myself from killing my wife Why do
you want to kill her? I don't want to kill her.
Well, then what makes you think you're going
to I I've been told I'm going to do it by whom
I've been told unmistakably and in no uncertain
terms And that's what scares me. But who told
you? Pluto. Who's Pluto? A cat. A cat told you?
Yes. My wife's cat. Our mystery drama, The Black
Cat, was written especially for the Mystery Theater
by Sam Dan. and stars Norman Rose. I'll be back
shortly with act one. Consider the act of murder.
Popular opinion has it the majority of killers
are ruthless cold -blooded devoid of pity. But
the facts tell a different tale. Statistics reveal
most murderers are neither brutal nor savage.
The record shows you don't have to be a devil
or a demon or even a criminal. Experience teaches
a killer could be any one of us. Given the time,
the place, the provocation, it could be you.
It could be I. And it could even be Philip Sterling.
Sylvia says you want to see me, Mr. Fenris. Mm,
that's right, Phil. Well? I have a simple statement
to make. A brief 13 -word announcement. I had
no idea you measured out your words. Ah, they
should add up to 13. It happens to be an unlucky
statement as far as you're concerned. Suppose
you end the suspense, Mr. Fenris. What is this
historic pronouncement, hm? If you marry my daughter...
I will cut her off without a cent. Yes, it does
add up to 13 words. And you'd better believe.
Well then, I have no choice. I'll break the engagement.
I certainly can't marry Sylvia if she has no
money. Why, you unprincipled scoundrel, you...
Mr. Fenris, while I may be a scoundrel, I do
have principles. You admit you want to marry
Sylvia for her money? What other reason could
I possibly have? Well, of all days, I'm... Well,
don't sputter at me, Mr. Fenris. After all, it's
your fault. What, my fault? Without question.
Had you been a better father, more loving, more
attentive, you would have raised a more attractive
daughter. Well, I'll have you thrown out of here!
Consider Sylvia calmly, objectively. She's immature.
She's naive. She's hopelessly romantic. She's
careless. That's my word. Others would say sloppy
about her weight, about her appearance. It's
your fault. Your fault. All of it. How have you
known? I gave my daughter everything. You gave
her only what money could buy. And in addition
to everything else, she has that damn black cat,
that Pluto. And she pretends she can talk with
it. But she's kind. She's gentle. Of course.
Otherwise she'd be unbearable. Why am I even
discussing this? Get out of here. Facebook facts.
You're 75 years old. 70. How much longer can
you live? 10, 15 years? With Sylvia? She'll still
be under 40. And the money? All of it hers to
squander as she sees fit. And you know she'll
be the natural target of every sharp -shooting
fortune hunter. I told you to get out! You say
that one more time, and I will. Oh, be practical,
Mr. Fenris. I'm the best hope you've got. Because
all I want to do with her money... Your money?
Enjoy it. I'm not burning to build empires. I
only want to live comfortably. And on your money,
I can. And, well, I even happen to like Sylvia.
Just enough to put up with her. I think you must
be the devil himself. Well, better the devil
you know than the devil you might get. Oh, it's
ironic, isn't it? Two minutes ago, you were scared
stiff I'd marry Sylvia. Now you're absolutely
petrified, I won't. Daddy, oh please, Pluto and
I simply couldn't wait any longer. Daddy, you
do approve of Phil, you do, don't you? Sylvia,
I have a four -word statement to make. Bless
you, my children. Who set that thing? Good morning,
Phil, darling. I did. You did? What for? We have
to be up and about. At a quarter to six in the
morning? Well, I intend to make your breakfast.
I never eat breakfast. Well, you should. You
should. Gets the day off to a glorious start.
Well, it's not as if I'll be swinging a pick
and shovel. Well, maybe you should. Oh, Pluto's
up. Would you get out of bed, Phil, darling,
and let him in? Yes, dear. Isn't he just the
sweetest thing in the world? He sure is No, what
were we talking about picks and shovels and hearty
breakfasts a combination guaranteed to make me
ill Phil You don't know a thing about the construction
business. I never claimed I did I was honest
with your father. But then why did you accept
a job with a plush office and a secretary? Because
I honestly intend to learn the business. Then
that's why you should walk into Daddy's office
and say, sir, the only way to learn this business
is from the ground up. Well, I... Well, you know
I'm right. And besides, Pluto thinks it's a splendid
idea. Pluto thinks? Oh, of course he does, don't
you, Pluto? Matter of fact, Pluto and I discussed
it last night. Oh, Sylvia. Why can't you believe
Pluto and I talk together? Because to talk means
to exchange words, and Pluto cannot. No, no,
no, dear. To talk together means to exchange
thoughts, and that's what we do, Pluto and I.
How? Well, you look Pluto in the eye, and then
you beam your thoughts at him, and he just beams
his thoughts back at you. That's talking that's
communicating isn't it well I looked into Pluto's
eyes, and he looked in a mine and he just Beamed
that idea about the way you could learn dad's
business right into my head So don't you see
you have Pluto to thank for it. Oh, yeah Thanks,
Pluto Put in an August day on a road building
crew under a relentless sun that beats down.
The heat shimmers off that concrete at about
115 degrees. And you will know what punishment
is. Oh, Phil, darling, where does it hurt? Everywhere.
No, little gentle massage will ease those aches.
No, no, nothing. Nothing will ever relieve these
pains. Pluto says you'll get used to it. Now,
will you just tell Pluto for me that I will never
get used to it? He will. Let Pluto tell himself.
Will you tell him, Pluto dear? Oh, come on, Sylvia.
You say that you won't get used to that kind
of work. You just... beam that thought into Pluto's
eyes. Sylvia, my back hurts. I'm in no mood for...
Pluto will give you inspiration and courage.
You just look into Pluto's eyes. Come on, Pluto.
Yep, up on the bedroom. That's it. Now, look
into Phil's eyes. Don't you feel Pluto's thoughts
coming into your mind? the cat's eye is supposed
to be. But suddenly I was staring into a kaleidoscope
of brilliant hues, flaming reds, freezing greens,
burning yellows, icy blues, all of them shifting,
twisting, trying to form into shapes. And there
was this terribly taut feeling of tension, as
if the entire kaleidoscope were trying to dissolve
into a scene. And finally... The way a bubble
bursts, all the colors blended into that one
icy blue. That icy blue became two of the coldest,
frostiest eyes I'd ever seen in my life. The
eyes of a sharp -faced man in a black robe, and
he was talking to me. Philip Frederick Sterling,
have you anything to say before the sentence
of this court is passed upon you? I didn't do
it. I swear I didn't. I couldn't kill anyone,
I'm not made that way! You must believe me, I'm
a killer! You shall be in prison at the state
penitentiary until... No, you can't do it, I'm
innocent! ...until the third day of April. No,
no, no! What did you do? What did you do to Pluto?
I didn't do anything to Pluto. He... He saw something
in your eye. What could he have seen? The future.
The future? Yes. He saw the future and it frightened
him. Oh, he's terrified. And so are you. Me?
What are you talking about? I'm not... Why are
you shaking all over? Whose? You are. Phil. What
did you see in Pluto's eyes? Nothing. But Phil...
I said I saw nothing. I could say that to her,
doctor. But not to myself. Because I... I had
seen something. A courtroom. A judge. A jury.
A defendant. And of course that defendant was
me. Go on, Mrs. Sterling. I wasn't imagining
this, doctor. I looked into the eyes of that
cat and... and I saw... Yes, you saw that you
were being convicted of murder. and sentenced
by a judge. You don't think I'm crazy? Crazy
has many connotations. Whether or not you're
crazy, as you put it, is irrelevant here. But
why should I see such a scene? I think you know
why. Oh, I don't. I say you do. Please, Doctor,
tell me why. It's... It's because you want to
kill your wife. That's ridiculous. That's true.
Why would I want to kill my wife? Why did you
marry her? For her money. So far you haven't
been able to spend one cent of her money. I'm
willing to wait. And work on a road gang? What
do you suggest? If I were you, I would leave
her. Why? You made a bad bargain. You thought
you'd fall in soft. It isn't happening. You're
beginning to resent her. Already the thought
of murder is rattling around in your subconscious.
Now look, the old man is worth millions. She
gets all of it. Oh no, I can't walk out on that.
Well, then reconcile yourself to the road gang.
I have to, I will. Oh darling, reach down and
pat Pluto's head. He's forgiven you. For what?
For scaring him the other day. Poor Pluto. Come
here, boy. Now you see how he likes you? I like
him too. We're pals, aren't we, Pluto? Do you
think you could talk to each other again? Sure.
How are things, Pluto baby? No. No, I mean really
talk. Look into his eyes. Oh, that. Look into
them, Phil. Maybe Pluto has something to tell
you. Well, okay. Talk to Phil, Pluto. Talk to
him. Once again, I looked into Pluto's eyes.
Deep into his eyes. Once again, the colors surged.
and swirled, reds, greens, blues, yellows, boiling,
burning. And suddenly, suddenly, all the roiling
motion stopped as if it were frozen. And the
icy blue predominated. And once again, I was
staring into those two icy blue eyes, the eyes
that belong to the sharp -faced man in the jet
black robe. He is on the bench. I have never
encountered murder so foul. I didn't do it. I
must warn the prisoner if he insists on interrupting.
I didn't do it. The fiendishness of this act.
I couldn't do it. Only a monster. No! No! As
the poet said, I am the master of my fate. I
am the captain of my soul. He might have added,
I am the ruler of my mind. It's an interesting
project Phil Sterling has set up for himself.
Talk out the bad, talk in the good. Drive murder
out of his brain and coax love into his heart.
If such a thing can be done, it will happen when
I return shortly with act two. If, as they say,
you can see the entire universe in a single drop
of water, why is it unreasonable to suppose that
Philip Sterling can see the future in the eyes
of a cat? Phil is not only convinced he can see
his future, he is also certain he can change
it for the better, naturally. Sylvia! Call Pluto
in here. Oh, darling, he's very frightened. Call
him in. Well, I'm not sure that I should. I need
him. You what? Sylvia, you're the one who insisted
on having the word obey in the marriage ceremony.
Call Pluto in here. Pluto. Pluto. It's all right,
baby. Yes. Here, Pluto. Up on Phil's lap. That's
it. Yes. I, uh, I want to look into his eyes.
Oh, I don't think it's wise. Right, I have my
reasons. All right. Pluto, Phil wants to talk
to you. Pluto, talk to Phil. Once again, I looked
into Pluto's eyes and I saw... Nothing. Absolutely
nothing at all. What do you say to that, Dr.
Myers? Murder? If it was ever in there, I drove
it out of my mind. I drove all thoughts of murder
out of my mind. Look, Pluto's smiling. Of course.
And you. You're smiling too. I'm smiling because
I love you. Oh, Phil. What's got into you lately?
Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Keep to your left.
Keep to your left. Keep to your left. Come on.
Come on. There's plenty of room. Come on. Keep
moving. Oh, my God. It can't be, but it is. Everything
go all right today? Oh, sure. You haven't said
a word all during dinner. Well, I'm just tired.
Well, I know you're not used to hard work, but
you'll see. You'll find it so rewarding. Oh,
sure. I have a surprise for you. Why don't you
ask me what it is? Okay. It's Dad's wedding gift.
You know what he wants to give us? A house. A
house? A house of our very own. He wants to give
us the house on Rogers Cove. The big one? Yeah,
the big one with the boat landing, the tennis
court. Well, that is a gift. I turned it down.
You what? I turned it down. But Sylvia, why?
Because... We can't afford it. Not on your salary.
You don't know how hard I had to work to restrain
my father. From doing what? Well, he wants to
give us everything right away. Now think of that
what it would do to you. It would absolutely
rob you of your initiative. Sylvia, Sylvia, we
shouldn't insult your father by... All in good
time, darling. Our first home should be a modest
ranch house. or would you prefer a split level?
I, uh... In a development with other young couples
like ourselves. But, darling... Well, Phil, I
had a long talk about it with Pluto. With Pluto?
He'll show you the wisdom of it. Pluto, go to
Phil. No, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Sylvia.
Sylvia, I must tell you... I love you. Of course
you do. I love you. My only desire is to protect
you, to... to keep you from harm. Now, Pluto,
Phil wants to talk with you. Once again, I looked
into those eyes. Once again, the world of almost
blinding colors. But this time, this time, something
was different. In the struggle among the blues,
the yellows, the greens, and the reds. They were
winning out. Everything was red. Flowing red.
Blood red. Red blood on a pale white face. Blood
on... on Sylvia's face. Everything's all right.
Phil, what were you and Pluto talking about?
Nothing. Nothing at all. Where are you going?
Out. Oh, I'll come with you. No. Sylvia, can't
you understand? Sometimes a man just wants to
be by himself, that's all. Of course, darling,
I understand. We understand, don't we, Pluto?
party? Maybe later. It's much cozier here. I
must say absence does make the heart grow fonder.
Oh, I missed you, Gweny. Phil, how do you stand
it? Oh, I have fantastic powers of endurance.
That is, I hope I do. You know, what with her
talking to that cat and everything else. Maybe
you could get her committed to, you know, an
asylum. After all, she is crazy. No, no, no,
no. Only poor people are crazy. Rich people are
eccentric. Phil, I'm worried about you. Oh, don't
be. I will be fabulously wealthy one day. Is
that all there is to it? That's all there ever
was for me. I don't like what it's doing to you.
Oh, come on, Gwen. What's it doing to me? Well,
you're not the same. You were always so happy
-go -lucky. Well, that might have been just a
pose. No, there's something new inside of you.
Really? What? The kind of violence. Violence?
I'm allergic to violence. You think so? You know
what I always say. I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Violence. Why, I can't even - Don't protest so
much, Phil. It shows. How? When we ran into you
on the road, Bruce and I. We started to kid you.
You turned limited. I don't remember. You were
trembling with rage. That's your imagination.
You tried to hide it. Maybe you're right. There
are times when I could just... When you could
just what? Kill her. You know, it scares me.
I never felt that way before about anybody. If
I stay with her, I know that I'm... Have another
helping, Dad. You know, Phil, she used to break
the heart of every chef I'd hire. These fellas
all had international reputations, but she'd
just walk into the kitchen and whip up a little
dish and put them all the same. Daddy, the preparation
of food is a personal, intimate thing. Oh, we
shouldn't hire strangers to do it. Don't you
agree, Phil? I've never seen Phil so quiet. That's
right. Darling, both you and Pluto haven't said
a word all evening. Well, I don't know about
Pluto, but I am preparing a statement. Oh, that
sounds serious. It's a very important statement.
Now, that's a coincidence. I, too, have a statement.
May I? Of course. Phil, you've absolutely exceeded
all my expectations. You've been an excellent
husband to Sylvia. You've been conscientious
on the job. And so, therefore, I have a seven
-word statement. Oh, God, that it should add
up to seven, because it's a lucky statement,
and, well, here it is. I have included you in
my will. Oh, good daddy, daddy. Oh, that's wonderful.
Isn't it wonderful, Pluto? I know now, Phil,
that you'll succeed in the business. One day,
they'll all be yours. Oh, Phil. Did you hear
that? Oh, yes. Yes, I heard it. Well, now that
Daddy has made his statement, what was yours?
What was mine? I was ready to say four simple
words. I want a divorce. However, at that moment,
it seemed like a stupid thing to do. I happened
to glance at Pluto. He was looking up at me.
His eyes were wide, and I could see the colors
swirling again. But this time, the yellows, the
bright flaming yellows, overwhelmed the others.
And then, the yellow turned softer, and began
to gleam like gold, solid gold. Oh, what a fool
I would be to throw away a chance to own one
of the... largest construction companies in America.
I looked at Sylvia. I would simply have to love
her, that's all. Love her so earnestly, so devotedly
that I wouldn't have the inclination to kill
her. The problem was solved. Aren't you going
to make your statement, Phil? Oh, well, as it
turns out, I really don't have one. You're playing
a dangerous game. All your instincts tell you
to get out. But suddenly, the stakes are raised
to dizzying heights. What do you do? Phil Sterling
has decided to stand back. But how strong is
his hand? Losers and winners in this game of
life and death will be determined when I return
shortly with act three Why should love be a random
subjective thing completely beyond our conscious
control Why can't we say she is the logical person
for me to love? Phil Sterling is determined to
love his wife Because if he can't he knows he
will have to kill her. Oh Darling, let's quit
for the night I can mix a batch of cement and
start on the wall if you want me to you work
hard all day Then you come home at night and
I make you work in the basement. Oh, well, I
don't mind Come on up No, I'd just as soon keep
working and finish this. Oh, but not tonight,
Phil. I asked the Conways over for coffee. The
Conways? Well, they really are such lovely people.
Well, he's a bore. Phil? And she's such an idiot.
Phil, we... You have to be friendly with your
neighbors. Why? Darling, don't lose touch with
ordinary people. I don't know what I'd do without
you. Well, that's what friends are for. I just
have nobody else to talk to. On the job, at home,
the neighbors. I think I'm about ready to flip.
Well, Phil, you could always leave. I can't.
You know, you hear people say, I wouldn't do
this or that for a million dollars. But it's
academic. Nobody ever offers them the million.
With me. Gwen, with me, the money is there. It's,
um... It's not quite there. It's mine. I just
have to wait it out. I am in the will. I am in
it for 50%. Bren, you know how much that is?
Mm -hmm. Besides, he's very old. How much longer
can he live? Oh, Phil, you always were a genius
when it came to figuring things. I wish I knew
how to figure this. Well, you know you can't
stay, and you don't have the nerve to leave.
That isn't true. Been getting any readings from
Pluto lately? Cut it out, Gwen. I bet you're
afraid to look. Phil, you haven't eaten a thing.
I'm not hungry. Oh, darling, something's troubling
you. Talk to Pluto. You'll feel better. I don't
want to talk to Pluto. Oh, he's such a comfort.
Talk to Phil, Pluto. Sylvia I Love you. Well,
I love you and Pluto loves you too. Tell him
you love him Pluto Well, I know something will
cheer you up Daddy's got results from his physical
today and he's in the best shape of his life
He is and you deserve all the credit Because
he doesn't have to worry about me anymore But
I just said daddy will probably live forever.
Oh, that's great So I can tell you You're not
feeling it. I'm fine. You're out of sorts. Come
on, let Pluto comfort you. Keep that cat away
from me! Pluto is not that cat! Meow! Oh, now
you see, you've hurt his feeling. You're crying
out loud. Now tell him you're sorry. Phil wants
to apologize, Pluto. Tell him you forgive him.
Meow! Once again, I was staring into Pluto's
eyes. And into that boiling maelstrom of colors,
all I could see now was brown. And it was the
brown of the cement in the basement. And on this
brown cement was a sharp and pointed mason's
trowel. And suddenly the trowel was in my hand.
It's nothing. It can't be nothing. I'm going
out. Again? Where? For a walk. Where do you always
go on these walks? Nowhere. I just walk. Now
stop nagging. I don't know what I would do without
you, Gwen. Good old Gwen. Comfy as a pair of
old shoes. Ready as a candlestick. Reliable.
Dependable. There when you need me. Well, it's
true. Well, congratulate me. I'm getting married.
Married? Why? Why? Has it occurred to you I might
want a life of my own? Bruce asked me to marry
him. Oh, Bruce. He may not be much, but he's
all mine. At least he asked me. Gwen, listen.
In just a couple of years I'll really be rich.
And I hope you'll be very happy. I'll make it
up to you. As they say in the movies... I guess
this is goodbye. But, Gwen, if I can't see you...
No, Philip. All or nothing, that's what I want.
And to be fair, it's what Sylvia wants. Choose
between us. Who gets all, and who gets nothing.
Well, maybe I wouldn't miss Gwen. But not for
long. Sylvia. Oh, I have to calm down. Keep your
temper. Concentrate on loving Sylvia. Loving
Sylvia. Phil? Yes, dear? Pluto and I have a question
to ask you. Oh, what is it? Who is Gwen? What
did you say? I think you heard me. He heard me,
didn't he, Pluto? Who is Gwen? Well, Gwen is
a girl I used to know. When did you last see
her? Now, look, what is this? I'd like an answer.
Sylvia, who told you about Gwen? Who do you think?
Pluto. What does Pluto know? Everything. You're
in love with her, aren't you? No. Don't lie to
me. I am telling you the truth. You can lie to
me, but you can't lie to Pluto. Sylvia! Sylvia,
now listen to me. I am telling you the truth.
I love you. Oh, tell that to Pluto. I dare you
to tell that to Pluto. Pluto. Pluto, that mangy
cat. Hey, where are you going? Home. You're home
now. No, I'm going home to my father. I never
want to see you again. That damn cat, I'll kill
him. No, no, no. Stupid cat! Look! He ran down
to the basement, Sylvia. He can't get away now!
I've got you cornered, you stupid cat! Dodge
him! Pluto, dodge him! You can't get away! You
won't get away! Syl, you're mad! Put down that
trowel! Stand still! Stand still, you stupid
beast! You've got nowhere to go! Here! Here,
Pluto! Here! Come to me! Come, come! I'll protect
you! Sylvia! Let go of that cat! I won't have
any peace, I won't have any sanity until I kill
it! everything there to do it and then I I placed
her and Pluto behind it and finally I painted
the wall and the entire basement And I played
it to perfection. The worried husband. What could
have happened to her, Phil? I don't know. Oh,
I'm scared. How could she just disappear? You
two weren't quarreling, were you? What? Sylvia
and I? Yeah, I know, I know, I know. The lovebirds.
Oh, well, I'll tell you what I'm scared of. You
know, she has all kinds of... Well, weird ideas,
and well, what with that cat? Who knows, maybe
she just wandered off. Well, we'll find her.
You have to be brave, son. Oh, oh, I just couldn't
get along without her, Dad. My only worry was
the will, but I was still in it. So that worry
was unnecessary. And actually, I was in it. bigger
and better than before. You know, maybe I should
have killed this sooner. Yes? Mr. Sterling? I'm
Mr. Sterling. We're police officers. Oh? May
we come in? I'm Lieutenant Haley. Sergeant Miller?
Detective Krause. What can I do for you, gentlemen?
Your wife has been reported missing. Yes, that's
right. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Well,
my father -in -law and I wrote out a deposition.
He's Frank J. Fenris, a very influential man.
So I've heard. Your wife disappeared last Tuesday
night. Oh, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Conway, your next
-door neighbors, report they heard sounds of
arguing. Did they? Mrs. Conway characterized
it as a fight. Well, Mrs. Conway is a fool. But
did you have a fight with your wife? Certainly.
Don't you ever fight with your wife, Lieutenant?
Do you have any idea where your wife might be
now? Lieutenant, do you suspect me of doing away
with Sylvia? No, sir. I don't like the tone of
your voice. And I don't like the look on your
face either. I'm sorry. Yeah, just that cynical,
know -it -all cop look. Yes. You figure that
I killed her. Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry if we seem
to irritate you, but our job requires that we
ask questions. So what did I do, Lieutenant?
Kill her? And, uh, hide her body? Nobody said
that, sir. Then why are you here? To search the
house. Now, I know my rights. For that you need
a warrant. We have a warrant. Oh. Well, go ahead.
Jim, Otto, look around. Well, Lieutenant, any...
in the closets? Will you show us to the basement?
Uh, the basement? Yes. You have one? Well, of
course we do. Just follow me. Mr. Sterling? Mr.
Sterling? No, I'm... I'm all right. Are you well?
You look so pale. I know this must be a difficult
time for you, Mr. Sterling. Yes, it is, I...
Well, we're through here. Are you sure you're
all right? Oh, yes. Yes, I'm just fine. Well,
goodbye, sir. Goodbye. hear a cat he must be
right in this room I don't see him a cat a cat
what cat you mean you don't hear that cat right
he's he's behind that wall he has to be behind
that wall We're gonna break down that wall! He's
dead! I killed him! Why isn't he dead? Why? The
answer is simple. And it's also the moral of
our story. Which is, a man is ill -advised to
fool with a cat. Because a man only has one life
while a cat has nine and at this point in time
Philip Frederick Sterling has no lives at all
While Pluto still has eight I'll be back shortly
doing on this show is bringing back some of the
best of the good old days. And a good old expression
used to be, the cat's meow. Mom and dad used
it all the time, even though they didn't exactly
know what it meant. Well, after this tale, we
know. Our cast included Norman Rose, Marion Seldas,
Robert Dryden, Joe DeSantis, and Evie Juster.
The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. And now, a preview of our next
tale. Three times, on different expeditions,
we have excavated with no success. This time
we have managed to isolate the mastaba itself.
In spite of every kind of miserable luck, cave
-ins, men -injured, crews -deserting... But at
last, within the next few days, I'm convinced
the entrance will be found. How exciting, how
wonderful for you. And Hasiba, I hope she isn't
a disappointment. Was she really so beautiful,
do you think? Incredibly. Her face shamed the
shining sun, and the day was lit up by the light
of her countenance. You know, you sound as though
you'd actually seen her. I have. You have? Oh,
yes. Yes, my dear. For every description fits
you. This is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return
to our mystery theater for another adventure
in the macabre. Until next time. Pleasant dreams.