Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to a world we all inhabit too little. The world
of imagination. Our own. yours and mine. Have
you ever wondered what it's like to be a ghost?
Well, one of this earth's greatest writers did,
Oscar Wilde, and having let his imagination play
with the idea, he set down his findings in a
ghost story that ranks with the world's finest,
the classic tale of the Canterville ghost. And
if by chance you should think that a ghost's
life is all wine and roses, Why, then, listen
to what went on one night at Canterville Castle.
Our mystery drama, The Canterville Ghost, was
especially adapted from the Oscar Wilde classic
for the Mystery Theatre by George Lother and
stars Arnold Moss. I'll be back shortly with
Act One. Our story takes place in Canterville
Castle. ancestral home of the Decanterville family
since the fifteenth century. You immediately
assume, I have no doubt, that the castle is in
England. Well, it isn't. It was, but it isn't
anymore. For you see, that well -known multimillionaire
Hiram Otis had it dismantled, stone by stone,
transported to the United States, and re -erected,
stone by stone, on his own estate in the Midwest.
So it is that one fine afternoon we find him
Hiram and his wife Martha and his lovely daughter,
Virginia and Jeffrey de Canterville her fiance
in the newly restored library of the newly erected
castle of the Canterville's. well, mr. Otis I
hope you're satisfied with the job. I've done
Canterville castle re -erected lock stock and
barrel even to the ancestral gardens were surrounded
well castles Okay, but I don't know about the
gardens The guy I hired to be the general manager
when we opened the place as a tourist resort
says the pool ought to be where you put the pine
woods. But daddy, that's the exact area where
the pine woods were in England. Well, Ginny dear,
tourists won't know that. But that was part of
the deal when daddy bought the castle from Jeff
and hired him to re -erect it here. That nothing
would be changed. Now business is business. If
it'll be more convenient for tourists to have
the pool where the pine woods are... Now what's
this? You know what that is, Mr. Otis? It's the
blood stain. That's the spot in front of the
fireplace where Sir Simon de Canterville stabbed
his wife to death way back in 1601. I told you
I wanted it removed. And I told you it can't
be removed. You got any Otis bathroom cleanser
around, Jeff? Yes. Yes, of course, in the cleaning
closets. You told me to stock it. Get a can of
it. But Mr. Otis really... Otis bathroom cleanser
is guaranteed to get rid of any stain. And it'll
get rid of this one. Go on, give me a can of
it. Good heavens, that vase. Oh dear, it fell
off the mantelpiece. No, it didn't fall off,
Mrs. Otis. It was knocked off, I'd say, by Sir
Simon de Canterville. The ghost? Yes. I'm afraid
he doesn't like the idea of removing that blood
stain. However, I'll get the cleanser. Him and
his ghost. What do you think I was born yesterday?
Jeff wouldn't lie to you, daddy. And if he says
the castle's haunted... Now look, Ginny, just
because this fortune hunter fiancé of yours,
Lord Jeffrey Canterville, believes in ghosts,
doesn't mean I have to. Daddy, if you call Jeff
a fortune hunter once more, just once more...
Okay, okay, honey. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. All
I want is your happiness, sweetie. And if he'll
make you happy, fine, fine. Here we are, Mr.
Otis, a fresh can of Otis Bathroom Cleanser.
Now let me have it. Now watch I spray it on the
bloodstain You bring a cloth to wipe it off with
oh no, I'm sorry never mind use my handkerchief
now one wipe so Where's your bloodstain now?
Oh Hiram? It's gone What else a notice guarantee
is an oldest guarantee it will come back not
after an oldest cleanser treatment it won't What
was that? Oh, what is it? It's the ghost again,
Mrs. Otis. No, it was the wind or something.
But there isn't any wind. Well, there was something
else, but not a ghost. I just plain don't believe
in ghosts, and that's the end of that. Well,
if you ask me, Mr. Otis, it's only the beginning.
Eleanor! Eleanor! Blast a woman, where is she?
Here, Simon, dear. Here I am. Get the paint bucket.
We have to repaint the stain. Again? I promise
you, however often Mr. Hiram Otis erases my blood
stain. My blood stain, dear. Oh, all right, all
right. Yours. But you wouldn't have had it if
it hadn't been for me. You... Do forgive me.
Oh, my dear, I have forgiven you at least once
every hundred years since it happened. I should
not be here otherwise. And the least I can do
is to see that your stay here remains peaceful
by giving that barbarous American his comeuppance.
Fear not, my dearest love. It is Sir Simon de
Canterville, me, against Mr. Hyrum Otis, him.
But I truly believe there's little doubt as to
the outcome of the battle. A blue blood stain?
What do you mean? a blue blood stain. Just what
I say Mr. Otis. The stains reappeared and this
time it's blue daddy. Now look I don't know what
you two are up to. Up to? For your information
the boss painter who's redecorating the upstairs
bedrooms complained that somebody's stealing
his paints. And you think that we, that Jeff
and I would... Who else? But why would you think
that? Because the way I see it... Yes? How do
you see it? Well I don't know how I see it. All
I know is it doesn't make sense And we better
start making some sense around here because we
open in a week now get rid of that stain once
and for all Get rid of it Do you realize that
I have repainted that blood stain by the fireplace
Four separate times and each time that meddling
American has had it removed I should think you'd
want to forget it. After all, it's a reminder
of why you are doomed to haunt Canterville Castle.
Oh, dear, and I with you. But you are not. You
can leave any time you wish, Eleanor. Oh, Simon,
not without you. Oh, my dear, was there a man
so loved by woman as I by you? Or I by you. And
yes. I killed you. Because you loved me. However
you put it, I condemned us both to eternal misery.
Well, it shall be misery in peace. For nearly
400 years I've haunted Canterville Castle without
hindrance. Yet what that vile upstart has put
us through in the past three years. tearing down
the castle around our heads building it up again
around our heads and oh the noise the noise and
now he means to turn it my castle into what they
call a tourist attraction never my dearest what
can you do that beastly american must be driven
out and his family with him i know Let me see
what I have in the way of grizzly costumes. Ah,
yes, yes, yes. I think this should do the trick
quite neatly. Which is it? Gaunt Gibian, the
bloodsucker of Bexley Moore. Oh, that's smashing.
Jeff, I won't let you get married till you get
a job. But Daddy, Jeff doesn't need a job. He
has all the money you paid him for Canterville
Castle. Have you? Have you, Jeff? You know I
haven't, Mr. Otis. But obviously Ginny doesn't.
You didn't tell her. Tell her what, Otis? Yes,
what? Now, tell her. Ginny, I'm afraid that just
about every cent your father paid for Canterville...
went to pay off back taxes, liens, mortgages,
interest payments, and the Lord only knows what.
Oh, Jeff. Well, don't you see, that's why I sold
Canterville in the first place. I had to. I couldn't
keep it up anymore. I had no choice. It was sell
or lose everything. So, you see, he's broke.
Flat busted. Now, just a moment. I have the promise
of a job, Mr. Otis, a top flight architectural
firm in New York. The promise of a job? Now,
look, Jeff, there'll be no marriage until...
What's that? I don't know. I'm afraid I do. It's
the Caterville ghost. The ghost? Come on, Jeff.
Come on now. Aren't these tricks of yours getting
just a little childish? Now, Mr. Otis, believe
me, this is no act. It's the real thing. Whenever
the ghost moans like this, it means he's going
to put in an appearance. And I've seen some of
those appearances. Now, Mrs. Otis, Ginny, you'd,
uh... You'd better come with me. Oh, where to?
Well, anywhere but here. I'm not afraid of the
ghost myself. He's never done me any harm, but
his appearance can be positively ghastly. And
you'd better not see it, either of you. No, I'm
staying here. What? I've been hoping to see him,
Jeff. Hoping to see the ghost? Yes, Mother. Oh,
somehow I have a feeling I won't be afraid of
him. Don't ask me why. I can't explain the feeling.
I just know I won't be. Of course you won't.
Jeff lets you in on his little gag. But I suppose
I'm to be scared to death, huh? But daddy, there
is a ghost. You've got to believe it. Look! Oh,
my heaven! Blood! I must have blood! It's got
to be kidding. When I say blood, I do not mean
a drop or two. I mean gallons. For am I not Gaunt
Gibian, the blood sucker of Bexley Moore? Blood!
Blood my foot! What you need is some oil for
those rusty chains. And I just happen to have
a can of Otis all purpose here in this desk drawer.
Trains? Thou name? Crumble in abject fear before
me. Ah, here's that can of Otis oil. Oh! Oh,
knock off the screaming. You got nothing to scream
about, because believe me, this oil will do the
trick for those chains of yours. Leave off! I'm
ruining my chain. Daddy, stop it. Leave him alone.
Another squirt right here. Oh, Daddy, stop it.
Give me that can. Here now. Leave him alone.
Can't you see how... No, no, look, Jimmy, any
guy tries to pull a gag on me like that. This
is no gag, no trick. This is misery. Oh, look
at his face. Look into his eyes. He's in agony.
I've never felt so sorry for anyone in my life.
You, you feel sorry for me? Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
No one has felt sorry for me in over... 370 years.
I do. Well, you... You frightened me. Oh, no,
you can't be. You couldn't be. No, no. Not the
golden girl. Oh, come on, you two. Stop it. Nice
little act, but just a little creaky in spots.
You clod! You lout! Is it thus you taunt a noble
lord of Cantabelle? Hear me, then. I sought but
to warn you hence by harrowing up your soul.
But there's another way to be rid of you. Death!
No, I... No, no, no! Please, no, please, I beg
you, don't kill him! Don't, don't! For thy own
sake then, child. Be warned and get thee hence.
I am Simon of Canthal, an easy wrought into murderous
rage. So be gone. Be gone, be gone. Do you believe
now that he's a real ghost? I sure do. I guess
we'd better do what he wants us to do, Otis.
Let's leave the castle. Oh, no. Are you saying
that? You bet I am. I paid a fortune for this
joint. I'd rather die than see that money go
down the drain. Oh no, I'll tear this damn castle
down again, stone by stone, before he gets the
satisfaction of seeing me run. You hear that?
It certainly appears that for once, for the first
time in nearly four hundred years, the ghost
of Sir Simon de Canterville has met his match.
What happens, you may ask, when ancient English
ghost meets eyeball to eyeball with modern American
business tycoon? We'll learn more when I return
shortly with Act Two. Now really, you know sir
Simon de Canterville or rather I should say the
ghost of sir Simon de Canterville Can't be blamed
for threatening to kill high remotus after all
it is his castle or it was and well How would
you feel if you'd lived somewhere for nearly
400 years? Only to have someone you'd never seen
before threatened to tear the place down stone
by stone No, you really can't blame him for being
in a towering rage I shall rend him limb from
limb. Oh, Simon, perhaps we ought to leave the
Americans in peace. Oh, no, no. Oh, darling,
please. I say no. No, Simon, please. Don't make
me speak severely to you. Severely? Well, truthfully,
it's quite possible you've lost your ability
to frighten people. Lost my ability to frighten
people? Yes, dear. You are but a ghost of your
former self. Just what do you mean? Well, I very
much fear that you're growing stale. And in the
parlance of the day, why, you simply can't hack
it anymore. Hack it? Not able to hack it? Me?
Oh, Simon, come now. Were you not reduced to
using brute force? You, who through all these
centuries have prided yourself on the artistry
of your hideous, You failed to frighten a mere
mortal. And Simon, an American at that. Well,
he's a clod. Altogether too stupid to have even
a semblance of nerves. Is that thunder? I think
so. It just occurs to me. I've always been at
my best during a thunderstorm. True enough and
tonight to judge from that sky out there will
be a nice of Elemental fury a perfect background
for haunting I shall outdo myself this night.
I shall employ a disguise so Horrible so fiendish
something guaranteed to drive the churl out of
his skull Yes, yes, yes, that is the question
what what what what shall it be? I have every
confidence that you, my sweet, my sweet, will
create a costume that every ghost in England,
in the world, would give his winding sheet to
possess. Oh, you are too kind, all together too
kind. But let me think, let... Aha! Oh! You have
it? Yes, yes. You, my darling, have given me
a thought. Winding sheets. That's... That is
the ticket. A winding ship? Of course. I have
an excellent one, very old, very moldy. The one
with the frilled cuffs and neck. But of course,
of course, do go on. I will wear that and take
with me my rusty dagger. I shall approach the
room moaning and groaning in a most gruesome
fashion. When I enter it, I shall stand over
them in the form of a green, icy, cold corpse
till they're all but dead. paralyzed with fear
and then and then I shall cast off the winding
sheet and crawl around the room with white bleached
bones and one rolling eyeball oh Simon dear you
have outdone yourself I dare say even you will
agree I can still cut the mustard my dear oh
you can you The American's daughter? She must
go in peace, I touch her knot. Why so? Because...
Well, my dear, you will scarcely believe this,
but not only did I fail to frighten her, but
she said... Well, she said she felt sorry for
me. She said that? Yes, yes. And she looked at
me when she said it with eyes... Well, Eleanor
her eyes were filled with sympathy and pity and
yes Love Oh Simon Could she be? The golden girl
I should like to think so I Fear not my love.
It's too much to ask But I must to work. The
night approaches and the storm. I promise you,
oh, I promise you, that within a few short hours
I shall reduce the cold -blooded Hyrum Otus to
a mindless mess. Why have you brought me here,
Jeff? I've never seen this part of the castle
before. It's a hidden passage, where it once
was. As to why I brought you here, well, it seems
to me every time I want to be alone with you,
your father shows up, or your mother, and...
Oh, Ginny, I do want to talk to you. Yes? Ginny,
marry me. But, Jeff, dear, I'm going to. You
know that. No, I mean now. Tonight. Tonight?
Yes, let's get in my car, drive to town, find
a justice of the peace, and get married. But,
darling, we don't have a license. Oh, we'll get
one. How? I don't know, but we will. I'll...
I'll manage it somehow. Yes, this is the United
States, not England. Things are done differently
here. And anyway, there's no sense discussing
it because I just can't go against my father's
wishes. Oh, you don't have to be afraid of him.
Afraid? Darling, I'm not afraid of him. I love
him. I know what you think, that he's hard and
domineering and ruthless and a lot of other things
that you know. Inside, he's not that way at all.
Perhaps not. Unfortunately, I only know him from
the outside. But as time goes by, you'll learn
to know him better. And you'll see. Ginny, you're
not a child. You're a woman. I need you, Ginny.
I want you. Jeff, please. Please, darling. Jeff,
no. Ginny. Ginny, please. Jeff. Oh, no, not tonight.
Not now. And when I say blood, I don't mean a
drop or two of blood. I mean gallons of blood.
It's him. It's the ghost. Who else? To drive
that shirl Hiram Otis out of his mind. Oh, misery.
Oh, agony. He went right by us. He never saw
us. Yes, I know. Now let's follow him and see
what he's up to. It is horror! Hark ye to the
horrifying moans of the Vampire Monk! My parents'
bedroom! He's gone in there! Hark ye to the horrifying
moans of the Vampire Monk, or the bloodless Benedictine!
Who's there? The Vampire Monk. See, I bend over
you, a green, icy corpse. Watch as I crawl around
the room with white bleached bones and one rolling
eyeball. What are you doing on the floor? Huh?
Oh, why you're the ghost, aren't you? Please
now, could you be just a bit more quiet? My husband
has had a very tiring day and he needs a sleep.
And you're certainly going to wake him up sooner
or later with all that moaning and groaning.
I am a ghost. I'm haunting you. All right, all
right, all right, but please do it quietly. Why
would you? If you ride and ridicule me, would
you? Oh, but please, you must understand. Pay
for it. I, woman, pay with my heart's blood.
You've seen your daughter for the last time on
this earth. For the last time! Jack, Jack, he
means me! No, darling, he can't. If he didn't
see us following him... I have seen you. I saw
you there in the secret passage, but was too
busy with other matters to be bothered with you.
I saw you following me. From the back of my head,
I saw you. Stand aside, Jeffrey de Canterville.
I take your beloved with me into the next world.
Oh, no, you don't. I warn you! You're a Canterville,
and I would do you no harm. But stand in my way,
and I will place on you as I already have on
them. The cantable curse. No. Oh, no. Oh, yes.
Stand aside, I say. Stand aside. Wait. Yes? If
you wish to take me into the next world, all
right, go ahead. But leave Jeffrey alone. Leave
my parents alone. Don't harm them. You would
give your life for them? If I must? Ginny, no.
Jenny! Jenny! Jeffrey! She's gone, vanished!
Yes. What does it mean? Oh, good Lord, what does
it mean? What? Well, what does what mean? What's
going on here? Oh, Hiram, that ghost! He's taken
Jenny! He's taken her with him into the next
world! Oh, come on now! It's the truth! In heaven's
name, this road is wake up to the truth! The
ghost of Simon de Canterville has taken Jenny
out of this world and into his own. And you'll
never see her again. And I'll... And I'll never
see her again. What the devil are you talking
about? It's... It's the curse of the Cantervilles.
The ghost placed the curse on you tonight. Oh.
What lies ahead for you, Mr. Otis. Yeah? What
does lie ahead for me? I can't even begin to
tell you, and even though I could, I wouldn't
dare. Strange sort of ghost, Sir Simon de Canterville.
At one moment, he's almost gentle, tender, and
the next, in a towering rage. He acts almost
like us humans, doesn't he? And like us humans,
he may have jumped from the frying pan into the
fire in abducting Virginia Otis. We'll find out
shortly when I return with Act 3. I take you
now down a short flight of wide stone steps,
somewhere in the nether regions. of Canterville
Castle, steps stained by centuries of dampness.
It is a place where rats and beetles might scuttle
about, in and among the bleached bones of a skeleton
which lies on the stone floor. Poor skeleton,
one of its hands, manacled, claws towards the
remains of a bowl which once held food. A door
opens. A light appears on the steps, and Sir
Simon de Canterville sweeps down the steps, dragging
Virginia Otis after him. He flings her to the
floor. Here lie my bones. Here soon shall lie
yours. He whips a dagger from a case at his side,
stoops, grabs her by the hair, and holding her
head back, makes as if to plunge the blade into
her throat. But he stops short. How can you look
at me like that? Are you not afraid? No. You
face death, yet you're not afraid. Do I face
death? Will you kill me? What is to prevent me?
You killed once out of passion and have suffered
nearly four centuries for it. Would you dare
again? I would, I, I would. Well then, if I'm
to die, I suppose I shall. Being afraid wouldn't
help matters. But really I'm not afraid. At least
not of you. Eleanor was right. Eleanor? My wife.
She says I don't seem to frighten anyone anymore
that I can't hack it anymore. Why do you want
to? I'm a ghost. It's my only reason for existing.
It's not a very good reason if you ask me. It's
no reason at all if it comes to that it's simply
part of the punishment I must bear for murdering
my wife. The Lady Eleanor? Yes. Why did you murder
her? Jealousy? Unreasoning jealousy. I thought
her in love with another man. I found out later
how wrong I'd been. But it was too late then.
I assure you my remorse was so great I hardly
struggled at all when her brothers chained me
in this dungeon and starved me to death. And
that? That's your skeleton? Yes. Poor skeleton.
Poor ghost. You must be very tired. There's only
a man who has not slept for nearly 400 years
can be. But there'll be no rest for me never
any rest until the legend of Canterville Castle
is fulfilled But I didn't know there was a legend
Jeff never told me. Oh, yes. Yes And when it
is fulfilled then Well, then I shall sleep at
last In the little garden far beyond the pine
woods. What garden do you mean? The garden where
the grass grows long and deep Where the hemlock
flowers are like great white stars and the nightingale
sings all night long All night long he sings
and the cold Crystal moon looks down And the
ewe tree spreads its giant arms over the sleepers
the sleepers Do you mean the Garden of Death?
Yes death Would you help me if you could? If
you could make the legend come true, would you?
Yes. What is the legend? It is this. When a golden
girl can win prayer from beyond the gates of
sin. When the barren almond bears and the girl
gives away her tears. Then shall all the house
be still and peace come to Canterville What does
it mean it means? That you must weep with me
for my sins Because I have no tears and pray
with me for my soul because I have no faith and
then And then if you have always been sweet and
good and gentle that withered almond tree you
have perhaps seen outside the library window
the barren almond tree yes that tree will bloom
again to show to show yes to show that the angel
of death has had mercy on me i should like to
do that for you i know But you may fail Yes,
and if you fail The torches of the damned will
be yours through all eternity You must dare to
go beyond the gates of sin. You will see fearful
shapes hear wicked voices If you are a golden
girl of the legend you will not be harmed but
if you're not the golden I Tremble for you What
is your answer I Will do it think think be sure
all do be sure I am sure Then turn turn and behold
the gates of sin The shrieks, the laughter. Worse
lies beyond the gates, far worse. Ah, you are
afraid, you are afraid, and I am doomed. No!
You will go, for me, you will go beyond the gates
of sin. For you, for any other soul. Then give
me your hand. Let me kiss you. Your fingers are
cold as ice. Oh, but your lips burn like fire.
Soon perhaps my lips too shall be cold, if you
are the golden girl. I pray God you are, for
your sake more than mine. You must release my
hand now, if I'm to go beyond the gates. Yes,
yes I know, only... Let go. Oh, Virginia! Come
back! Come back! Mr. Otis, there's nothing that
can be done. Virginia's gone. Forever. Harold,
it's all your fault. If we hadn't ridiculed the
ghost, if we had just taken him seriously, all
this would have been avoided. You've got to admit
you're right, Martha. But that doesn't help matters.
All I want now is to get Ginny back. Safe and
sound. The girl. Where is she? She's gone. Gone.
I've been a fool. I... Thought she might be the
golden girl the girl of the legend and I let
her go Beyond the gates of sin. Oh No If that
be so I Am done with you Simon. No, no, no, not
you Don't touch me. Don't touch me. You're revolting
enough to be human I tried to stop her at the
last moment. I tried but it was too late too
late Too late. Simon? The nightingale. Eleanor,
the nightingale. It sings. It sings in the Garden
of Death. It sings. Tell the girl, Virginia,
oh, she succeeded. She must have. Simon, Simon,
look. Virginia? Sir Simon? You've returned. From
beyond the gates of sin you've returned. Did
you think I wouldn't? Yes. Yes, I I thought that
I knew I would I'd not have gone past those gates
if I hadn't felt sure then You are the golden
girl of the legend. You are the golden girl Are
you? Saved now. Oh, yes child. Yes. I'm saved
after all these centuries released And you're
the one who did it. Eleanor, she is the one.
What can I do to thank her? What? What, oh Simon?
Restore her to her own world? What else, dear?
My watch has stopped. What time is it? It's nearly
three in the morning. Three in the morning. I've
got a nine o 'clock committee breakfast. I oh
What am I saying? Business business it becomes
a habit my little girl is gone, but my first
thought is it oh God in your heaven what kind
of a man am I oh? Hyrum you're a good man. You
just lost yourself and making a living Lost myself
in making a living. We spend too much of our
lives making a living. We should spend more of
it living. I guess your ghost knows that, Jeff.
I don't know whether he does or not. I do. What
was that? I thought I heard... It sounded like
Ginny's voice. Yes, I thought I heard it, too.
You did, Jeff. I'm back. I'm here. Ginny! Oh,
my God. Ginny! Oh, it's Ginny! Oh, my baby! My
baby! No, no, no. Don't ask me that ever again.
Yes, but Ginny! Daddy, I love you, but don't...
Please don't, not ever. Try to tell me what to
do with my life, my soul again. Let me do what
I want to do. What God put me into the world
to do you You sound strange. No, no not strange
truthful I've seen what What lies beyond? Beyond
this world beyond us and don't we? We here on
this earth. We think that we're the end of everything
and we're really only the beginning And you too,
Jeff. There's so much out there that we don't
understand. So much. Ginny, what did you see?
What's that? Not a bird at this hour of the morning.
It's a nightingale, Mother. Come. Come to the
window. I'm sure we'll see what I expect to see.
Yes. At what, Ginny? At what? The storm is over
now, and the moon, a great white moon, sheds
its light over the gardens. Look! The almond
tree. The barren almond tree. Why, I... It's
blossomed. I can see the flowers in the moonlight.
And that tree! It's part of the legend for centuries.
It hasn't bloomed and and legend said it never
would until Until peace came to Canterville and
peace has come Far away Beyond the pine wood
There was a little garden There the grass grows
long and deep there the hemlock flowers are like
great white stars And the nightingale sings all
night long. All night long he sings. And the
cold, crystal moon looks down. And the yew tree
spreads its giant arms over the sleepers. Jeffrey?
Yes, Ginny? He's at peace, Jeffrey. The Cantivelle
ghost. is finally at peace. This story, this
beautiful story, we owe to a man named Oscar
Wilde. Perhaps some of you know the tragic details
of the last years of his life. Well, no matter.
What's important is what he wrote almost a hundred
years ago. Wrote what entertained you in this
past hour and perhaps enlightened you too. It
is better to live than to make a living I'll
be back shortly Oscar Wilde is buried in Père
Lachaise Cemetery just outside Paris. I visited
his tomb a tomb over which a sad angel with drooping
wings weeps. And, yes, I bowed my head, not so
much in homage to the man as to the spirit within
him, the spirit within all of us, our own private,
very private, Canterville ghost. 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. Our
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