Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the world of terrifying imagination. In 1843,
a Dr. James Braid of Manchester developed the
art of being able to produce trance sleep. Of
course, he was not the first. That honor belonged
to Friedrich Anton Mesmer. But Dr. Braid did
coin the name of this both beneficial yet potentially
disastrous pariscience, hypnotism. In the skilled
hands of a doctor or a psychiatrist, it can be
profoundly beneficial. But in the hands of an
amateur or someone unscrupulous, it can be murderously
dangerous. That's it, Marge. Just keep your eyes
on the coin as it goes back and forth, back and
forth. You're getting sleepy, so sleepy. Your
eyelids are heavy. You can't hold them up. You've
got to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. She... She's under,
Mark. You're putting me on, Jeff. She's fake.
No, no. She's under, all right. She's a hypnotist's
dream. Very suggestible. Look, I'll prove it
to you. What's this? Hey, don't hold it there.
Just long enough to show she doesn't react. You
could have burned her. Come on. You think I'd
do anything to hurt your sister? Well, now that
you've... Got her under, what are you gonna do?
What would you like her to do? Jeff asked me.
What would you like her to do? Well, I would
have liked her to murder my father. I wondered
how Jeff would have reacted if I'd said that
out loud. It almost came out anyway, since it's
all I think of these days. How to murder, destroy.
Wipe out my father. Our mystery drama, Murder
with Malice, was written especially for the Mystery
Theater by Ian Martin and stars Marsha Rodd and
Ira Lewis. I'll be back shortly with Act One.
In principles of mental physiology, Carpenter
wrote, the method of producing this state consists
in the maintenance of a fixed gaze on a bright
object placed somewhat above the line of sight.
A light behind the subject shining on the bright
object, a coin, a jewel, a small mirror, is very
helpful, and a darkened room. Once the subject
is in the trance, he or she is open to post -hypnotic
suggestion. Luckily for our peace of mind and
their father's health, Marge is a subject and
not the bloodthirsty Mark. Ever since I can remember
I've hated my father and feared him, but never
more so than these last two years since he killed
my mother. I'd like to kill him, but I haven't
the guts. Well, what, Mark? What do you mean,
what? What do you want me to ask Marge to do?
Don't tell me I put you into a trance, too. No,
no, I... Look, what sort of thing can I ask?
Anything within reason. I mean, she won't do
anything to hurt herself, or to hurt someone
else, or steal, or anything that goes against
her natural instincts. Let's keep it simple.
No, you ought to ask her to do. What? Marry you.
She's got a chance to shake the scene and have
some kind of decent life of her own and get away
from that monster upstairs and she won't take
it. She loves her father? That murdering... Hey,
come on, take it easy, Mark. He killed my mother.
It was a car accident. He was going 90 and he
was drunk when they crashed. It's a miracle anyone
came out of it alive. A pity it had to be him.
He got off lucky. Lucky. A shattered pelvis?
Condemned to drag himself around on canes for
the rest of his life? I hope he never knows a
moment when he's not in pain. Hey, Mark. Come
on, let's knock it off. I want to bring Marge
out of the trance. Wait a minute. We've got a
bet going here. You claimed you could prove post
-hypnotic suggestion, didn't you? Yeah. Well,
suppose you... Damn that grandfather clock. drives
me crazy old man's pride and joy hasn't missed
a chime since the day he was born did awake March
no she'll stay under till I bring her out of
it what were you gonna say before well suppose
you were to tell March to hit up the old man
for $5 ,000 tomorrow at breakfast would she do
it well she might if if she thought it was justified
well tell her tell her I needed to pay off some
debts Do you? What's the difference? She won't
get it. No, Mark, I'm sorry. No, no go. Now,
if you want Marge to try to get money for you,
you ask her directly. When she's fully conscious.
Like I figured, the two of you are just putting
me on. Oh, no. No, I'll prove that to you. Marge?
Marge? Yes? I want you to do something for me.
Tomorrow morning. All right? What time's breakfast?
Nine on the dot. Another of the old man's fetishes.
Okay. Now Marge, I want you to come down and
be at the breakfast table at two minutes to nine
tomorrow morning. Then, when the clock strikes
nine, on the last chime, no matter what's going
on, you will say, Hickory dickory dock, the mouse
ran up the clock. The clock struck nine and I
feel fine. Hickory dickory dock and you won't
remember you said it Will you do that? Yes, I
won't forget no You've been having a nice rest
But it's time to wake up and feel refreshed and
relaxed. You will wake up when I say now now
I feel as if I What are you staring at the two
of you? Jeff did it work mm -hmm You you really
put me under for about ten minutes. Oh, it's
scary You know what if you can make me draw a
blank like that you can make me do anything.
Oh, I know don't worry I couldn't make you do
anything. You didn't really want to I should
hope not Where did you learn this handy little
parlor trick? I once took some courses in parapsychology.
Do you feel relaxed, Marge? Is your headache
gone? I have to admit I do. And no headache.
I really feel as if I'd had a whole night's sleep.
You're a master magician. No, anyone can do what
I did provided he has the right subject and that
person is willing. Not that I'd advise it, though.
It's a dangerous thing to fool around with. But
your friend uses it in his practice. Dr. Frank?
Oh, yeah. Occasionally, if it's indicated. Actually,
he's relatively conservative for a psychiatrist.
I don't need him. Well, honey, I'd like to see
you get rid of those headaches. I'm not a candidate
for the couch, yes. Well, I guess I'll hit the
sack. Thanks for the fun games. Good night. Good
night, little brother. Good night, Mark. Little
brother? Didn't you ever know? I was the first
twin to arrive. It's only one of Mark's resentments.
He's the one who really needs analysis. Marge,
Mark's problems are his own. Yours are something
I want to see solved. I don't know why you waste
your time with me. If I had any sense in this
mixed up noodle of mine, I'd marry you, have
four children, and live happily ever after. But
I just can't. Because you feel yourself tied
to your father. I can't leave him alone, Jeff.
I love him. I think, for your sake, Jeff, you'd
better forget me. Will you do me one favor first?
Will you just go to see Dr. Frank for a few visits?
You think I'm that bad off? Well, Marge, you've
been pretty mixed up ever since the accident.
I know. Okay, Jeff, maybe you're right. Let me
think about it, and maybe I'll call you Dr. Frank.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow? What is it, Jeff? Nothing.
It isn't important. It'd be more complicated
to undo than to do now. I'll call you then and
explain. Morning, Mark. Morning, Dad. You're
surprisingly early. Yeah, I am. I wanted to ask
you something. If it's money, no. Dad, I'm in...
bad trouble. Then dig yourself out. Dad... Mom
left me money that will come to me when I'm 30.
Why can't I? I'm very wise, Alfred. Maybe in
another six years, you'll be able to handle it
instead of gambling it away. It wasn't mom's
decision. You talked her into it. I most certainly
did. Look, you don't understand. I'm... I'm mixed
up with some very hard guys. If I don't pay them
all... Oh, don't talk nonsense. They'll waste
their money. Good morning, Marjorie. Morning,
Dad. Mark, am I late? No, dear. It's just two
minutes to nine. Sit down have your orange juice.
I'll pour the coffee first you sound very chipper
Yes, I had a wonderful sleep last night relaxed
as a kitten. I wish I could say the same Well,
that's what comes of having a guilty conscience
And what about yours I wanted to shout at him
as I pushed my chair from the table violently
and went to the sideboard I Was seething with
hate at his smug self -virtuousness Guilty conscience
If he only knew how guilty, how much I wanted
him dead. Serving breakfast plates for Marge
and me gave me time to regain control. Then the
clock began to strike nine, and my mood improved.
A small revenge, but if Jeff's trick worked,
at least I'd see the pompous old ass look foolish
for once. What time did Jeff Henderson leave
last night? I think I'm old enough not to have
to answer questions like that I think I have
the right to ask any questions. I want to in
my house Because I want to know if you're thinking
again of marrying Jeff Hickory dickory dock the
mouse ran up the clock the clock struck 9 and
I feel fine Hickory dickory dock what? What did
you just say Marjorie? Me? I didn't say anything.
I just asked you a perfectly reasonable question
and you replied with a silly nursery rhyme. Nursery
rhyme? Dad, I don't know what you're talking
about. I didn't... She doesn't know. She said
it. Keep out of this, Mark. It was post hypnotic
suggestion. It was what? Marge had one of her
bad headaches and Jeff thought he could cure
it by hypnosis. And he did. But what's this about
hypnosis? Marge, I must say I didn't think you'd
be this foolish. I don't want Jeff Henderson
in this house again. Dad, I'm the one the trick
was played on. Where's your sense of humor? I
haven't had any sense of humor since I lost your
mother. No, no, don't. Help me. I don't need
anyone. I can manage by myself. I don't expect
it from my son. And I don't ask it from you,
Marge. Dad, I... Oh, let him go, Marge. He's
only looking for sympathy. Why do you have to
be so hard on him, Mark? Because I hate him.
I always have. Mark, he's our father. I love
him. Well, maybe we're not... What do they call
us? Enzigotic twins, after all. I mean, I guess
we came from two different eggs because the only
thing I want him to be is dead. I think maybe
we both need psychiatrists. I'll get it, Williams.
Yes? Are you Mark Prentice? Yes. Well, open up,
fella. Let me in. Oh, now, you don't want to
see artillery, do you? Benny? Yeah. He sent me.
What do you want? Oh, boy. Benny must be going
soft. He lets you into him for 15 big ones. Now,
look, look. I'm gonna pay him. Oh, I know you're
gonna pay him. But when? Like, uh, what's on
account? I... I haven't got anything right now,
but... Benny knows. and I come into my own money
when I'm 30. You got two weeks for... two, for
a whole account. Otherwise, a couple of broken
legs, a little treatment around kidneys, you
carry the rest of your life. And we'd still be
waiting for the payment. You get the message.
I'm scared. And I've never been so scared in
my life. I'm caught aiming business. And I'll
never change my father's mind. I'm going to have
to kill him. But how? How? Not exactly the all
-American family, the Predacists. But then...
Where murder is contemplated, and where in fact
it may be done, you don't expect to find very
normal people, especially where the murder is
premeditated. I'll return shortly with Act II.
Almost two weeks have passed. And Mark has not
been able to take any action towards solving
his problems. Marge, at least under Jeff's urging,
has had several sessions with Dr. Frank. And
Harvey Prentiss has continued to be himself.
Domineering, selfish, callous to any problems
but his own. Mark? Yeah, Dad. What is it? Where
the devil is Marjorie? I think she's with a psychiatrist.
What does she need with a psychiatrist? You'll
have to ask her that. Oh, not again. I trust
she's not gonna be late for dinner this time.
Search me. Well, when she comes in, I'm in the
study. Oh, by the way, I see you appear to be
all in one piece. No bruises, no damage. Did
you pay off your debts? No, I told you nothing
would happen. I've got two days left to come
up with the money Look dad no Not from me. Do
you know that I'm scared to go out of the house?
Has it ever occurred to you that you should and
get a job? That's the way to pay your debts off.
I couldn't pay my debts off with any job I can
get Perhaps you should have thought of that before
you ran them up Oh, it's easy to hate my father.
And even the fact of murdering him would not
be all that hard. It's just how to do it without
being found out. It never occurred to me that
my sister might provide the answer. Marge! Jeff,
what are you doing here? I knew you had an appointment
with Dr. Frank. I have the car, so I thought
I'd wait and drive you home. I don't feel like
talking, Jeff. Marge, I haven't seen you in almost
two weeks. You won't even answer my phone calls.
Are you mad at me? Not exactly. Is it that silly
stunt I pulled with that post -hypnotic suggestion?
No, no. It's ever since that evening. I know.
All right, all right. Let's get in the car and
you can drive me home. Sure. I'm so mixed up,
Jeff. I... Oh, I wish you'd never suggested Dr.
Frank. Oh, now, wait a minute. He's a good guy.
Not for my money, he isn't. I know you meant
well, but... But what? Jeff, I... Well, I'm not
good for you. Mark and I are all... all screwed
up somehow. The whole family. We're Jonas. Keep
away from us. Mark, it's nothing you can say.
Why won't you listen to me? I don't want to see
you anymore. I can't. There's... There's nothing
to explain, and I... I have such a headache.
Well, maybe I ought to stay and give you another
hypnotic treatment. No, no, no. Nobody else is
getting inside my head anymore but me. Please,
let's just make this goodbye. I don't want to
see you again. Marge! Marge, wait a minute! It's
nothing. Just leave me alone. Okay. Play it your
way. I'm sorry, Mark. I didn't mean to snap.
It's just the top of my head's blowing off. I'm
not going near that psychiatrist again. What's
the panic? The things he keeps saying. I think
he's the crazy one. How come? I'm not going to
go through all the double talk about the id and
the super ego and the ego, but what he finally
got around to saying was... But I was jealous
of mother and because dad put her first I I hated
him and wanted him dead He's got the wrong twin
How could he say such a thing to me when I I
literally gave up Jeff to take care of dad? I
mean honestly, I thought and Oedipus complex
was strictly from the ancient Greeks and for
doctors talking to each other Can you imagine
me supposed to hate? My father? How could you
hate dad when you dropped everything to take
care of him ever since mom died? See, that's
because I'm supposed to have a fixation. And
it's only guilt that holds me back from destroying
him. What? He says that deep down in my subconscious
or whatever, I really want to commit murder.
You sure you know what you're saying? I know
what Dr. Frank said. That I'll never get rid
of my headaches till I get rid of my guilt feelings.
And to get rid of those, I'll have to kill him.
Dad? That's right. Well, there's a quicker way
to get rid of headaches than that. How? We'll
get old Jeff back to hypnotize you again. No.
Jeff and I are through. I told him that tonight.
Well, if you really want to... Get rid of a headache.
I could have a shot at the hypnosis route. Jeff
said anyone could do it. No, no thanks. I'm taking
my headache to bed. I won't be down for dinner.
Of course I didn't have the idea right then.
But some instinct was nudging me that somewhere,
somehow... There was a way out for me But before
I could follow the thought through the phone
Yeah, hello Look I'm working on it. I think I've
got a way to Well, maybe I could raise... You'd
better raise it off, though. Because that's what
Uncle Benny's calling it in. Wall. By the Deep
Six. Hey, mister. Mister! Who was on the phone,
Mark? Someone for me, Dad. Did I hear your sister
come in? Oh, yeah. Yeah, a few minutes ago. Did
you tell her I wanted to see her in the study?
No. Damn it! Face me when I talk. Why not? Because
she didn't want to see you. She wasn't feeling
well. She went up to bed. Before dinner? She
said she didn't feel like eating. And neither
do I. What's the matter with you? I'm scared,
Dad. That's what's the matter. I'm scared so
bad I'm sick. Why? That was some hard guy on
the phone. Benny's man. Who's Benny? The man
I owe money to. Look, you've got to let me have
it. No. You don't understand. If I don't come
up with it the day after tomorrow, they could
kill me. Don't be ridiculous. All I'm asking
is to give me my part of the money that Mom left.
Marge got hers? Marjorie could be trusted. You
cannot. Please. I'm not your mother, Mark. You
haven't got her around to bail you out anymore
the way she used to. This time it's your problem
and no one else's. The only way you'll ever get
any money out of me beyond living expenses is
over my dead body. The only way I ever wanted
it from him, over his dead body. And suddenly,
at last, I could see the way to do it. Dinner
was eaten in stony silence. Just the two of us.
After it, my father went back to the study for
coffee and brandy. I sneaked upstairs to my father's
bedroom, which had been my mother's too, and
searched quickly through her drawers to find
what I wanted. The rest was waiting till my father
was safely in bed for the night. And then moving
quietly along the upstairs corridor to my sister's
room. Who is it? Mark. May I come in? I suppose
so. I knew you were up. I saw the light under
the door. came by to say good night an hour or
so ago. I couldn't get back to sleep. What time
is it? The witching hour. Midnight. Do you mind
if I sit on the other bed for a moment? It's
all right. My bed light in your eyes? No, no,
no, no. It's just fine. How's the headache? Splitting.
I wish I had some magic remedy. I'd just like
to go to sleep tonight and never wake up again.
No, you don't mean that. I do tonight. What's
that swinging in your hand? That's a memento
from better days. Remember, it's the, uh, it's,
uh, Mom's TikTok watch. Oh, I haven't seen that
in years. It's still so shiny. Where'd you get
it? Oh, I had it a while. Remember how, when
we were kids, she used to put us to sleep with
it? The TikTok watch. Tic. Tick -tock, tick -tock,
back and forth. My eyes used to get glued to
it. Tick -tock, tick -tock, back and forth, back
and forth, till I began to get so sleepy, so
sleepy. So sleepy. Sleep, Marge. Sleep. Keep
your eyes on the watch. Yeah, your eyelids are
getting heavy. Heavy. So heavy. You've got to
sleep. Sleep. Sleep. March. March. I can't believe
it. I can't feel the flame. Maud, you're asleep.
But you can hear me. Yes, I hear you. Who am
I? Your Mark. Am I your brother? Yes. Your twin?
Yes. Do you know our father? Yes. How do I feel
about him? You... Hate him. How do you feel about
him? Marge, I asked you. How do you feel about
him? I... I hate him, too. Would you like to
kill him? Yes. I've always wanted to. I wanna
kill him. I could hardly believe my luck. And
just in time to save my neck. The perfect weapon
for the perfect murder. My sister. But did I
dare to use it? To hurt her instead of being
hurt myself? What would they do to her? What
would happen to her if I did what I was planning?
And would it even work? What were the odds on
the biggest gamble I would ever take in my life?
A girl helpless under an hypnotic spell at the
mercy of the agent who wove that spell her twin
brother himself at the mercy of passions beyond
his control, eaten up with hate, tortured by
fear, hesitating to make an unconscionable gamble
with her life to save his own. I'll return shortly
with Act III. lies still, her eyes wide open
but unseeing. Alongside her brother Mark sits,
his mother's watch still swinging its pendulum
arc in his hand, unnoticed as he wrestles with
the conscience which holds him back from this
ultimate gamble. The gamble? Can anyone under
hypnotic influence be induced to commit murder?
If she killed, they'd never do anything to her.
There's a whole history. The encephalitis she
had as a kid, the nervous breakdown after mom
died. She's going to a psychiatrist now. Sure,
I can get her off. Temporary insanity. Yeah.
Yeah, that's it. Only will it work. What was
it Jeff said? She won't do anything to hurt herself,
or to hurt someone else, or steal, or do any...
natural instincts what does that mean doesn't
mean what we really feel deep inside even if
we don't know about it it's a gamble the odds
aren't bad it's Mark Marge can you hear me I
hear you remember Couple of weeks ago when Jeff
was here and we got off on the hypnosis kick.
Yes, I remember. And what started it? I don't
know. I think, yes, talking about being kids.
Remember how even then Jeff was into the psychic
bit? Yes, the funny cards and guessing and trying
to reach each other's minds. And who was the
best? We were. Why? Because we're twins. Twins
go together. Remember how we always liked the
same things? Mocha ice cream and rare hamburger.
Buttermilk. Crazy things nobody else liked. We
liked. Just like we hated. What did we hate?
You know. Coffee, half and half. Hot dogs without
relish. People who lie or cheat. Murder. Murder?
Like Dad. He killed Mother, didn't he? There
was an accident. He was too drunk to drive the
car. Didn't you hate him after the accident?
I don't know. Don't you hate him now? I... Yes,
I hate him. Would you like to see him dead? Would
I? I would. And we're twins, remember? Yes, twins.
We always think alike, right? We always think
alike. I want to kill him. Don't you? I want
to kill him. Then listen. Tomorrow night he'll
go to bed early. He'll be fast asleep by ten
o 'clock, you understand? Fast asleep by ten
o 'clock. I can promise you that. I won't be
here. But when the grandfather clock strikes
ten, you're going to go to the dining room, right?
When it strikes ten, I go to the dining room.
In the sideboard drawer? You know which one?
His dad's carving knife. The one he keeps honed
to a razor's edge with the sharp point, remember?
I remember. The carving knife. Right. And then
go to his bedroom and plunge it into his chest.
Listen to me, Marge. You'll be doing what you
always wanted to do. You'll never have headaches
anymore because the guilt will be gone. You'll
be destroying him just as you've always wanted
to do, killing what you hate, what I hate, killing
all the hate in our hearts. You understand? When
the clock strikes ten tomorrow night, I am to
get the carving knife and take it upstairs and
plunge it into Dad until he is dead. And when
you wake up in the morning, You won't remember
any of this. I didn't sleep much that night,
and next day was an endless nightmare. By the
time dinner was over, I was a wreck. But the
real strain was just beginning. Oh, it was no
sweat to slip the barbiturate and dad's coffee,
and later to help him up to bed half comatose
and get him settled snoring for the night. Was
after the clock chimed 830 that I finally left
the house to establish my own alibi Stopping
carefully. I might add on the way out To make
sure the clock was wound although my father was
usually infallible and seeing that it never ran
down And then I left the house Hey mark, I'm
sorry. I'm a little late. Oh just glad you're
here Have you eaten? Oh, yeah. You? Oh, long
time ago. I ordered some set -ups. Is scotch
okay with you? One drink. Just thought we might
have a talk together. What time is it? Around
five or so to nine. Well, what do you want to
talk about? March. That's my favorite subject.
You aren't the bearer of good news, by any chance.
Good news? Well, that she's changed her mind
about me, and I might have some kind of a chance
with her? That's something we might discuss,
Jeff. Let's have another drink first. Where was
I? Don't you think you should go a little easy
on the drinking, Mark? Hey, if I want to get
drunk, I'll get drunk. Not with me, Buster. All
right, okay, so I'm sober. Where was I? You were
trying to explain something about your sister,
which is the only reason you're holding me. Oh,
oh yeah, March, yeah. You know, you don't stand
a chance as long as Dad's around. Yeah, I'm aware
of that problem. Well, supposing it suddenly
didn't exist anymore. What time is it? About
nine thirty. Look, supposing there wasn't my
father. That's your only question for the evening.
Maybe we ought to order another drink. Huh? Come
on. What? Come on, I paid up. Let's get out of
here. No, no, no. I can't. What time is it? It's
after ten o 'clock. How much? Five, ten minutes
after ten. That's not long enough. I got to stay
here a while. Okay, suit yourself. I'm going
home. Hey, we haven't finished talking. As far
as I'm concerned, we have. I want to tell you
about Marge. Whatever you had to tell me about
Marge, if you ever had, it's too late for you
to make any sense tonight. Either you come with
me now and I'll drop you home or stay get as
stoned as you want. I gotta stay just a little
longer Doesn't matter anymore My hands my feet
everything seemed like lead from the moment ten
o 'clock had passed Before I had been fired up
nervously tensed hard put to act normal Now the
drinks meant nothing. I wanted to call it all
back. I stumbled to my feet. I rushed out of
the bar. In the cab back to the house, I had
all sorts of fantasies. Sometimes when the clock
got over -wound, it would stop. If it hadn't
struck ten, maybe my father was still alive.
And the other fear... How did I expect my amateur
hypnosis would work? house empty I was conscious
of the echo of its size for the first time through
the hall up the big staircase down the hall to
my father's room everything seemed to echo carefully
I opened the door to my father's room and listen
no sound I went in. I looked at my father where
he lay, lit by a lamp on the far wall over the
dressing table. The first thing I was conscious
of was that he was breathing. And I saw the carving
knife on the floor. It was instinctive to pick
it up. It was bright silver and stainless steel
glittering in the corner lamp. There was no trace
of blood. He wasn't dead. And I knew I would
have to do this by myself. By myself. There never
had been any other way. So I came to the bed,
lifting the knife up high to drive it home. And
suddenly his eyes were open, looking at me, recognizing
what was about to happen. Then one convulsive
shrug towards me his eyes glazed over But in
that last moment he said you Always wanted me
dead dead so Strike strike for all the good as
you wanted him to be. I don't have to listen
to you. Oh, yes, you'd better listen to me. What
you try to do to your sister is beyond belief.
She hated my father as much as I did. Your thumbnail
psychology is about as successful as what you
know about hypnotism. Oh, you put Marge to the
acid test, and your hypnotic suggestion worked
just as you planned it, up till the last moment.
How do you know? Because your sister ran to me
for help. At the last moment, she couldn't force
herself to turn against love. Not for this one
man. Or me. Or you. But just the fact that she
was human. And normal. And hate was no part of
her. But love was. So she dropped the knife and
ran to you. Well, you dropped it too. Didn't
you? When it came to the test, you could no more
strike than Marge. Could you? I'll never know.
He died before I had the chance. A massive stroke
had caused my father's death before I had a chance
to kill him. But if I wasn't guilty in fact,
I certainly was in intention. And to achieve
his death I would have tried anything within
my power. I was lucky to get off scot -free I
thought. And I directed my entire estate be left...
to my beloved daughter Marjorie, subject to all
the provisions to protect it and her from my
son Mark, to whom, with all my heart, I leave
nothing, not one cent. As attorney for the estate,
Mark, I'm going to make sure your father gets
his wish. Sure, big deal. You figure to marry
the heiress I figure to protect Marge from you
as long as I live If I thought I could wring
your neck by myself and get away with it. I'd
be happy to do it Luckily, I don't have to worry
no dough brother not a penny Go pay your debts
Can one be hypnotized and led to kill? Certainly
not from tonight's story, and highly doubtful,
if not impossible, no matter who the subject
might be. But just in case, I hope we have all
learned that it is nothing to meddle with for
the uninformed. Like all special areas in life,
it should be used by the expert. only in cases
of special need. I'll be back shortly. It was
some time before Marge and Jeff were married.
But once they were, the shadows and cobwebs were
wiped away. Mark was only a dark memory that
would disintegrate in time as thoroughly as his
corporal self, trapped in his cement boots in
the shifting muck of the river bottom where he
lies. Who sows the wind must reap the whirlwind.
Our cast included Marsha Rodd, Nick Pryor, Ira
Lewis, and Stats Cotsworth. The entire production
was under the direction of Hyman Brown. This
is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
mystery theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.