Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. You're
just in time to join me on another journey through
that uncharted, limitless, mysterious world of
your own imagination. It has been said that a
man who tries to please two women Satisfies neither
and succeeds only in vexing himself So many men
have heard of this most prudent and profitable
advice Indeed, they acknowledge it. They agree
with it. They even respect it. Why don't they
follow it? Such a lovely night The sea is so
calm. There isn't a soul in sight for miles around.
Yes. It's as if we own the entire world and we're
all alone in it. Yes. You know, on a night like
this, problems seem so far away. We have no problems.
We don't. I do. What's your problem, darling?
It's not what. It's who. Well then, who is your
problem? You are, my dear. Me? What kind of problem
did I bother to be? A problem I must get rid
of. mystery drama too many women can kill you
was written especially for the mystery theater
by Sam Dan and stars Larry Haynes I'll be back
shortly with act one. it was Sigmund Freud the
master himself who said the great question which
I have not been able to answer Despite my 30
years of research into the feminine soul is what
does a woman want? Well such a question may have
disturbed the immortal doctor but not the man
you were about to meet His name is Silas Cunningham
and if you were to ask him, what does a woman
want? Silas Cunningham would look at you in all
sincerity and say well every woman I've ever
met has always wanted me and It's evidently true.
Because there is one woman who wants Silas forever.
Even after she's dead. Go in with her now, Silas.
Is she a better doctor? No. But Dr. Pierce...
Go see her now. While you can. Silas? Is that
you? Yes, darling. I want to tell you... Please.
Georgia, please save your strength. I have nothing
to save my strength for. Listen to me. I'll be
here. Of course you'll be here. You'll get there.
I'll be here. After I'm dead. Darling, I don't
even... I'll be in this room. In this room. Our
room. I love it so much. Yes, yes, darling. No
one will see me, but you'll see me. Yes, dear.
No one... Well, hear me, but you'll hear me.
You believe that, don't you? Don't you? Yes,
yes, I believe it. Darling, we love each other
so much. We will not... We refuse to be parted,
even by death. Hold my hand. My darling Joy.
I'll come back to you, Silas. I'll never leave
you. I'll never leave... Dr. Pearson! Hello,
Marilyn. I was asleep. At work. I'd be stood
up. Now, when did I ever break a date with you,
darling? Why, you're late. I didn't take the
early train to town. Why not? Well, I begin each
day with a visit to Julia's grave. Really, sir?
Yes, I arrive each morning at nine and sit, and
now I... And do what? Meditate. You're such a
fraud. Darling, how can you say that? I suppose
everyone in the village knows about it. Oh, yes,
yes. The talk of the town seems to be how grief
-stricken I am. You have absolutely no moral.
But it's true, dear. I am grief -stricken. After
the way she drove you crazy? Oh, was all that
just... Oh, Julia was alright, in her way. She
made very few demands of me. If it weren't for
that occult nonsense she was all wrapped up in,
I could have even been happy. Well, when very
rich wives die young, certain nasty -minded,
suspicious persons may begin to formulate all
sorts of evil thoughts. Hmm. I understand. And
so for a year or so, there should be a show of
decorum. I still have the apartment. But there's
no reason why we shouldn't enjoy the estate.
Boating, tennis, so much to do. Darling, I want
you out there. But doesn't that go against it?
No. No, no, because you see, I decided to write
a book. Book? Yes, and I'll need an editorial
assistant. You're going to write a book? About
what? About the occult. The supernatural. The
very strong possibilities of communication with
the dead. But you know as well as I do that that's
all nonsense. Please, dear. This book is to be
dedicated to the memory of my beloved wife. Simon.
Now, you have had considerable experience in
the publishing field. You were Julia's very best
friend. And besides, as far as outward appearances
go... We shall be impeccably chaperoned. By who?
By the redonable Mrs. Watson herself. I shall
ask her to stay on as housekeeper. Mrs. Watson?
Mm -hmm. Madame Hatchet, they say. My darling,
she radiates respectability from every poor.
When do I report for duty? Saturday. Oh, when
you're ready, I'll have Hastings drive into town
and pick you up. Well, here's to the book. And,
uh... Mr. Cunningham, I brought you some nice
hot tea. Oh, come now. You must have something.
Look, I know how you feel. Everyone knew. It
was a real love match. You and that wonderful
lady, Mr. So. But would Julia Cunningham want
you to despair like this? Thank you, Mrs. Watson.
What would I do without you? Good evening, Silas.
Oh, Dr. Pearson. You want to fetch me a cup of
that tea, Miss Watson? Yes, doctor. Thank you.
Mrs. Watson says you don't eat. Thought I'd stop
by to see if you're all right. No, I'm fine.
I'm worried about you. Me? Your marriage was
something special, Silas. Well, every marriage
is special. You and Julia. No two people ever
seemed to be more close more content more in
love She was everything to me doctor everything
in a marriage like yours when one partner goes
Sometimes the other one loses all interest in
life Now don't let it happen to you Silas. I
don't care much about anything right now doctor
get hold of yourself Know that your mind wander
don't shut yourself away Life must go on and
it can be quite a life for you. She came into
all her money last year. You know, I'd get every
penny to bring her back. Yeah, you would. That's
what worries me. What are you saying, Doctor?
Julia was very much taken with the idea of being
able to communicate with the dead. That was a
very sincere belief. I'm sure you discussed it.
Even decided that in the event one of you died,
there'd be an attempt at communication. from
beyond the grave. Doctor, this is a very personal
and private matter between Julia and me. I notice
you say is instead of was. I'd rather we don't
discuss it. In those final feverish moments,
she talked about it. She said - I know what she
said. She said her spirit would always be in
her room. Doctor, why do you insist on - Because
it's hokum. Sane, sensible people know these
things simply can't happen, period. Well, don't
you worry about it. I worry because in this world
there are all sorts of unscrupulous confidence
operators who prey upon vulnerable people. People
like you. Well, I can take care of myself. You're
right, Dr. Pearson. Well, one thing's in your
favor. Mrs. Watson's staying on, and she's the
most level -headed person I know. Mrs. Watson,
can I depend on you to keep Mr. Cunningham here
out of trouble? Yes, doctor. You can depend on
it. And you can depend on me. Mr. Cunningham,
I... I've got a bead on them now. Darn, I missed
them again. Oh, man. It's too nice a day to hit
anything anyhow. I just... I feel like making
some noise in the woods. Mr. Cunningham... What
is it, Hastings? I don't know. I've got to talk
to you. I mean, I don't know what... Why don't
we start at the beginning, Hastings? Yes, sir.
Look, you know what's just happened to me, Mr.
Cunningham? No. What happened? Well, I've been
fired. Fired? How could you be fired? That's
what I can't figure. Well, who in the world could
have fired you, Hastings? Only the Iron Pants.
I mean, Mrs. Watson. Well, why? Well, I don't
know. She comes up to me and she says, Hastings,
you're finished. Here's your money. Get out of
here. Just like that. Well, I don't understand
why. Well, she figures with Mrs. Cunningham passed
away, she can rule the roost, you know what I
mean? She's always had it in for me anyhow. Why,
Hastings? I guess I'd pop off about her. Pop
off? How? Well, I was only kidding, but it was
about sex. Oh, come on now, Hastings. Why would
anyone talk that way with Mrs. Watson? Why, she
must be at least, uh, well, at least, uh... Yeah?
How old do you think she is? Only 50s. Even 60
may be over. Next time, take a good look. She
ain't even 40 yet. And she's been a widow 18
years. Well, I'm sure we can adjust the matter.
Well, I told her to go soak her head. I told
her Mr. Cunningham hired me. Therefore, only
Mr. Cunningham can find me. Is that right? Yes,
Hastings. That's right. You'll go back to the
garage. You'll have to go to the city this afternoon.
If I'm to perform my duties in a satisfactory
manner, I must have the right to hire and fire
Mr. Cunningham. Yes, yes, of course, Mrs. Watson.
It's just that... Hastings has been with us for
such a long time. I dismissed him for good cause.
He's a thief. A thief? I found out. He's been
getting together with some of the service places
in town. We've been paying bills for repairs
that were never made. For gasoline that we never
bought. Oh? Are you sure? I'm positive. The sooner
he's off the premises, the better for all concerns.
Well, it's just that I, uh... I would want him
to drive into the city this afternoon. Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm expecting a call from, uh... from, uh...
Mrs. Raulston. Marilyn Raulston, of course. She
called while you were out shooting. Oh, did she
say what time she wants to be picked up? If we
fire Hastings, I'll drive in myself. That won't
be necessary, Mr. Cunningham. What do you mean?
She isn't coming out this afternoon. Oh, something
the matter? Or any afternoon for that matter.
Why? Did she suddenly change her mind? No. But
I told her that you had changed yours. What are
you... Talking about Mrs. Watson, I never told
you I changed my... It wasn't necessary for you
to tell me, sir. I acted in your best interests.
Mrs. Watson, I'm very capable of determining
my best interests, and furthermore... Yes, Mr.
Cunningham? What are you staring at? That, uh...
That bracelet. Yes, this bracelet. How dare you,
Mrs. Watson! That was my wife's bracelet! I know.
Well, what right do you have to wear it? She
told me I could have it. She whispered it to
me. Well, that's a lie. The day she died. It
isn't true. The day she died of, uh, oh, what
could Dr. Pearson say, an infection? Nobody questioned
dear Dr. Pearson's diagnosis. How fortunate he
signed the death certificate without questioning
it himself. You couldn't prove anything. Of course
not. I couldn't prove anything, but if they were
to ex - the body and perform certain tests but
they would never do it unless someone suggested
it strongly and as of right now I don't plan
to suggest it well there you are you get what
you consider to be the perfect setup for the
perfect murder you get rid of a woman who is
a thorn in your side Only to discover you've
just acquired one who could be a rope around
your neck The rope either gets tightened or loosened
when I return shortly with act two On her deathbed
Julia Cunningham promised her husband Silas she
would communicate with him from the other world
However, it now develops that Silas may have
more trouble than he can handle in this world.
It seems that Mrs. Watson, the faithful housekeeper,
has discovered that Silas had actually hastened
Julia's exit from what is sometimes described
as this veil of tears. Mrs. Watson, what makes
you think I would have something to fear from
an autopsy? Isn't it obvious? Isn't what obvious?
The situation we find ourselves in. Now, if you
didn't fear an autopsy... This bracelet would
be off my arm, you'd fire me on the spot, and
I would be out on my ear. Now, I know. Just what
do you know? I know I was right about the bottle
of poison. What bottle of poison? Oh, come, sir.
It was in your room. I made a few discreet inquiries.
I learned from a doctor that small, steady doses
could produce symptoms which might appear to
indicate an intestinal infection, and it would
be treated as such. until suddenly the patient
would die. Incidentally, that doctor was not
Dr. Pearson. And just how would I be implicated?
Well, if I were to voice my suspicions strenuously
enough, and if the coroner should find poison...
Oh, I see. Isn't it your duty as a reputable
citizen to report this? Yes, it is. Why haven't
you done so? I could set in motion a chain of
events that could place you on a scaffold or
in a prison for life. And I asked myself, what
would be in all this for me? Well, the satisfaction
that you had performed your duty as a responsible
citizen of a democracy. I've been doing that
all my life and I have very little to show for
it. And so I said to myself, Vera? A wager you
didn't know my first name was Vera. Well, to
be honest, I didn't even know you had a first
name. That's true. To you, I've always been the
invisible Mrs. Watson. And so, for the first
time in my life, I did something different, unusual,
unprecedented. And what was that? Well, once
I thought about me, my own welfare. You see,
Mr. Cunningham, you had committed the perfect
crime. Well, how? You seem to have detected it.
Oh, the key element. Dr. Pearson. Old, fumbling,
super -annuated Dr. Pearson. Well, he's not all
that incompetent. Oh, no. He's merely obsolete.
And you counted on that. You counted on him accepting
your wife's death as a purely natural event and
getting a death certificate without an autopsy.
Well, Mrs. Watson, now what? I assume you intend
to blackmail me. Well, that's a harsh word. How
much money do you want? Oh, I don't want any
money. You don't want any money? No. Well, then
what do you want? I want you. You want me? Yes.
What does that mean? What do you think it means?
I want to be Mrs. Silas Cunningham. Would you
mind saying that again? I think you heard it.
Yes, I heard it. I can't believe it. You know,
people like you are completely unaware of people
like me, as human beings. Our mission in life
is to serve, to be useful, to cater to all your
creature concerns. But I have feelings, I have
desires, emotions, yearnings... Well, I... I'm
only three years older than you are. That's young
enough. There's still time enough for me to enjoy
a rich, exciting life. I've heard of shotgun
weddings, but... Why turn you over to the police?
I have a once -in -a -lifetime opportunity. Finally,
Vera Watson, you too can become somebody. Nobody's
maid, nobody's servant. Cross the line. You know,
I wish I could say I admire you. Well, we'll
let a year go by, a decent interval, and then
we'll announce our engagement. I can assure you,
Mrs. Watson, you're hardly my type. Perhaps.
But you're mine, and after a while, I'll become
yours. You think so? Oh, you'll come to value
me when you know me better. Oh, by the way...
Yes? Unlike so many women in love, Mr. Cunningham,
I'm not blind. For example, I see how you've
been glancing at your shotgun. Oh, have I been
doing that? Well, I wouldn't recommend anything
hasty, sir. You see, I've written a letter to
my sister. It's to be opened in the event of
my death. Need I say more? No. I think you've
said quite enough. Julia. I said I'd come back
to our room. Julia. Silas, darling, why did you
kill me? Julia, Julia, I didn't. My darling,
you mustn't lie to me. But Julia. I've come from
such a long way. Don't lie to me. Julia, please.
Why did you kill me? Julia, I didn't. Poor Silas,
it was for nothing. Julia, I didn't mean to.
I must have been crazy. It was for nothing. Will
you be better off with her? Will you kill...
Sleeping pill. And get yourself some rest. Doctor,
I'm fine. I'm just fine. But you don't go anywhere.
You don't do anything. Oh, I don't care. Silas.
You've lost your color. You look thinner. You've
got to develop an interest in life once again.
I'll be alright. Silas. You're not getting all
twisted up in that alcove business. Are you you're
not getting visits? I hope Doctor, I loved my
wife very much And I still haven't recovered
from the shock of having lost her and I wish
that everyone would let me alone All right, Silas.
I'll leave you some vitamins. Oh Good morning,
Dr. Pearson. Good morning. Miss Watson Friend
here looks a bit peaked hasn't been eating much
of it No, but I'm on my way to town to buy some
things to tempt his appetite. I'll give you a
lift. Oh, thank you. I just have to stop by the
kitchen to leave him in such... I'll see you
outside in a couple of minutes. Hmm. You know,
Silas, something's different about that woman.
Different? No. In what way? Well, for one thing,
she looks much younger. For another, she's not
too bad looking. I hadn't noticed. Something's
come over her. Now, what do you suppose it could
be? I haven't the faintest idea. Hello? Hello?
Is Mrs. Watson there, please? Uh, no, I'm sorry.
She's off. Oh. Well, uh, will she be back soon?
Well, it's hard to say. She's downtown shopping.
Yes, certainly. Thank you. Don't mention it.
Good evening, Mrs. Watson. Good evening, Mr.
Cunningham. Is this how you spend your evenings,
Mrs. Watson? Knitting? Knitting, reading, listening
to music. I've often wondered what you did with
your time. That's not true. I don't imagine you
ever gave me a second thought. Well, for better
or for worse. Do you know what I... like to do
on a lovely night like this? No. Go out on a
boat? Well, why don't you? Well, I never cared
to go out alone. Are you asking me to go with
you? Mm -hmm. Why? Oh, it's part of my quitship,
Mrs. Watson. You are a remarkable man, Mr. Cunningham.
You are a remarkable woman. You know, actually,
you were right the other night. You're the woman
I need. The woman who can hold me in balance.
Vera. You? Yes, Vera. You know, I have a feeling
that I'm falling in love with you, Vera. Mr.
Coney. My name is Silas. Silas. Vera, I need
you. I need your strength and your good sense.
Where are we? We'll be very good for each other.
You'll see me. Oh, yes. As you'll supply the
common sense and I'll supply the romance. Now,
how about that boat ride? Oh, I'm very happy.
Oh, Silas, life is so unpredictable, isn't it?
Yes, that's the one thing you can say for sure.
A month ago, who would believe you and I would
be drifting along out here? Close together. You
know, it's getting a bit late. Oh, do we have
to go back in now? Well, we, uh, we'd better.
The breeze is freshening. We may be in for a
gale. You wouldn't want to be blown out to sea,
would you? Oh, no. Well, we, uh, we must do this,
or else... Darling. Yes? Somewhere are we headed,
huh? I mean, we're not going cold shore. That's
right. But you said... What did I say? That it
was time to go home. Fine. going home. What am
I saying? What I'm saying is there's no one in
my house and this should be far enough. Far enough
for what? Well, you see, you took the boat out
tonight all by yourself. And I guess you fell
overboard. And here you go. No, no, you must
have forgotten my letter to my sister. You see,
she had an accident last week. She went out on
a boat. And she drowned. It was a terrible thing.
But why did you instruct her to tell me to forget
all about you? Darling, I can explain everything.
Well, it had better be a fantastic explanation.
Still want to see me? Looks as if that poor girl's
gonna get stood up again. Well, who are you?
Wouldn't be a good idea for the two of you to
be seen together. Wait, just one minute. What
are you doing here? Who are you? How do you do,
sir? I'm your new housekeeper. Now, see here.
Let's cut this nonsense. I'm your new housekeeper
for a very good reason. My name is Emma. Emma?
You remember. Emma? They're a Watson's sister.
Oh. Oh. And the reason I'm your new housekeeper
is because I found the letter. First, Julia cramped
his style. Goodbye, Julia. Then Vera Watson had
him cornered. Goodbye, Vera. Now here comes Emma.
It never rains, it pours. What are we going to
do about Emma? This will be the exclusive business
of Act 3 when I return shortly. How does Silas
Cunningham keep track of all his women? They
all fall madly in love with him. They all want
him. How does he manage them? Well, some of them
have accidents. For example, his wife died of
a stomachache. His housekeeper drowned. It seems
she went out in the boat by herself and fell
overboard. Or anyhow, that's what the sheriff
thinks. Now the latest woman who has entered
his life is Emma. That's right, Emma. Yes, I
spoke to you on the telephone. That's right.
And I told you about the letter. Uh -huh. What
are you doing here? I didn't think there was
anything to that letter. Well, it isn't. Oh,
Silas. Silas. When I read that my poor sister...
Well, actually, she's my step -sister. Well,
you know, she shouldn't have gone out in that
boat alone. Oh, she didn't go out in the boat
alone, Silas. You went out in the boat with her.
What did you do? Throw her overboard? You can't
prove that. I don't have to prove that. I still
know about the other things. All right, let's
get this over with, huh? How much do you want?
You don't catch on at all, Silas. What do you
mean? I think you're kind of cheap. Oh. Good.
You know, you're obviously an intelligent woman.
Why don't we make a settlement? What did you
have in mind? Well... Before you tell me. Let
me tell you what I had in mind. I can marry you
and steal you for divorce and strip you clean.
You know, you drive a hard bargain. You'd have
been better off with Vera. I'd have been better
off with Julia. Oh no, no, go away, go away.
Julia please, what do you want of me? What do
you want? Silence darling. What do you want?
I'm keeping our promise. We will not be parted
by death. I killed you. It doesn't matter. Oh,
Julia, Julia. Poor foolish child. Oh, Julia.
Love is immortal, isn't it? Nothing can destroy
love. Love lives forever. Oh, Julia, Julia. I
was so stupid. I don't know what happened. It
just keeps getting worse and worse for me. I
know. You had to kill poor Mrs. Watson. Yes,
and now I'll have to kill this horrible woman,
Miss Amber. Yes. You must kill her before she
destroys you. But how? How can I kill her, Julia?
How? You can die. It's so simple. Think. How?
Think. Tell me. Tell me, Julia. Please, tell
me. The poison. The poison. light the bottle
in her room and take a little bit yourself every
day just as you did with me but Julia you died
but you stopped in time call the doctor complain
tell him you think you're being poisoned they'll
discover the bottle in her room now Julia Julia
please don't think she was trying to poison me
yes But why would she want to poison me? Why
did Mrs. Watson want to poison me? Mrs. Watson?
Of course! It was Mrs. Watson, Dr. C. Emma was
finishing the job. Her sister started. I'm dead.
Now they found poison in your system. The bottle
in her room! Oh, Julia, Julia, please! My darling
Julia, please, my beloved Julia! Julia! What's
going on in here? Hey, snap out of it. You're
having a bad dream. No, no. That was not a dream.
Okay, have it your way. Don't you humor me. I
saw it. She was right here. Oh, sure. She's keeping
her promise. A promise? Yeah, she said she'd
come back and she told me how I could... Shut
up! And get out of here Don't you dare insult
the memory of my wife. You better be careful
how you talk to me, Silas. Why? You know what
I can do. Yes, but that's all you can do. All?
I can put you on a scaffold. You do that, and
you'll get one single cent. Die. You're bluffing.
Am I? Call it. Silas, honey, we're stuck with
each other. Why not make the best of it? They
may be stuck right here, but not for long. Good
morning, sir. Good morning. I hope you feel better
today. I don't. Especially? No, just coughing.
I haven't hardly eaten a thing for the last three
days. You got me worried. Worried? Yeah, you're
my meal ticket. I don't want anything to go wrong
with you. Besides... As I said the first day
I met you. You're cute. I don't think I'll have
any more coffee either. What's the matter? Nothing.
There has to be something. I have these pains.
What kind of pain? I don't know. Just pains.
Where? Everywhere. Do you want me to call a doctor?
No. No, not yet. Not yet? What are you waiting
for? I'm waiting for just exactly the right time.
What do you mean by... Just exactly the right
time. There's an exactly right time for everything.
Now, I better go upstairs and lie down. Can you
manage? No, I can manage. I can manage everything.
Dr. Pearson? Doctor, this is Emma. Mr. Cunningham's
housekeeper. What is it, Emma? Dr. Pearson, Mr.
Cunningham's been sick the past four or five
days. Sick? What do you mean? Well, he can't
eat. His pain looks kind of feverish to me. Why
didn't you call me? I said to him, call the doctor.
He said he wanted to wait. Wait for what? He
said he wanted to wait for just exactly the right
time. I'll be right there. Oh, Julia. Julia,
why does it hurt so much now? This is only the
fourth day after taking the poison. You needed
ten. Is it supposed to be this bad? Julia, please.
Please come here and talk to me. I'm going to
call Dr. Pearson now. I better not wait any longer.
I better call him. Maybe my system is different.
I only talk a little bit. Julia, please. Where
are you? I'm here, darling. Here. Is this how
it was with you? Yes, darling. I can't stand
it. You need a good eye. That's why. That's why
I let go. Let go? Yes, darling. Let go. I can't
take it anymore. I know. But don't keep finding
him. But I have to hold out until... I don't
have the strength Well enough it's obvious What
killed him was a skull fracture. He fell out
of the window and hit his head on a rock. Poor
Silas. What was he doing near the window, Emma?
I don't know. Well, did he say anything? He just
called Julia. Julia. Yes. Well, he simply never
got over her death. I suppose he couldn't accept
it. Julia. It was as if he could see her. Well,
maybe it's for the best. There was really no
living for him without her. You know that. Yes,
doctor. Never knew him even to look at another
woman. Is that right, doctor? A very unusual
man. That's true, doctor. He's the kind of exceptional
person you meet so rarely in this world. All
of us will be the poorer for his loss. You can
say that again, doctor. All of us. will be the
poor. Well, you know what they say. Which means
only speak nice things about the dead. And after
all, Silas Cunningham paid the price. Ironic,
isn't it? So many men envied him his fantastic
good looks and his successful way with women.
It shows You can have too much of a good thing,
but you cannot have too much of mystery theater.
I'll be back shortly. It's all perspective. To
Dr. Pearson, Silas Cunningham was almost a saint.
To Maryland, he was a lovable rogue. To his wife,
Julia, He was a sincere, devoted lover. To Vera,
he was a killer. To Emma, he was a fool. Each
of us is a combination of so many people. Have
you ever tried to figure out your combination?
It may unlock some hidden facets in your personality.
On the Mystery Theater, we deal in hidden facets
all the time. Try us again. Our cast included
Larry Haynes, Evie Juster, Reiner Rayburn, and
Guy Sorrell. The entire production was under
the direction of Hyman Brown. Now, a preview
of our next tale. What happened? Steve, you're...
you're alive. Yeah, I guess so. How are you?
Hey, you're bleeding, huh? Oh, I just... I just
cut my head a little. It's nothing. Oh, I can't
get up. I think I sprained my ankle. It may be
broken. Here, give me a hand, Si. Some sort of
jagged rock under my back. Could you move it
or help me up? Let me see. It's just a rock.
Let me get rid of it and then... Get rid of it?
Or use it? What are you waiting for? I, uh...
I'm not waiting any longer. Well, then for the
love of... This time, you are dead. Radio Mystery
Theatre was sponsored in part by Anheuser -Busch
Incorporated, Brewers of Budweiser. This is E
.G. Marshall inviting you to return to our Mystery
Theatre for another adventure in the macabre.
Until next time, pleasant... Dream?