The CBS Radio Mystery Theater presents... Come
in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. The world, it
is said, has changed over the centuries, but
people have not. Perhaps this is because all
too often the human heart is more intent on seeking
its own pleasure, satisfying its own selfish
needs, than giving thought to others. But there
is innocence, too, and love, and selflessness.
And it is the interplay of these good and evil
forces that form the warp and woof. of the strange
and horrifying tale I bring you now. Listen.
Oh, Murray, I tell you it was Chris. I talked
to him. Chris is alive! Andrea, Chris is dead.
No! Whoever is buried in that grave, it isn't
Chris! Our mystery drama, My Sister Death, was
written especially for the Mystery Theater by
George Lothar and stars Paul Hecht and Beatrice
Strait. It is sponsored in part by New Sugar
-Free Diet 7 -Up and Sign Off, The Sinus Medicines.
I'll be back shortly with Act One. Come with
me now to a cemetery near New York City. It is
late afternoon. An afternoon of gloom and drizzle
and cold damp fog. Two women, half shrouded in
the fog, walk amongst headstones that rise like
white bones in the gray of the afternoon. They
are sisters, these two. Andrea and Sybil Carter.
And they are walking toward a certain grave.
Really, Andrea, it seems to me we could have
skipped visiting Chris' grave today. You needn't
have come if you didn't want to, Sybil. When
we buried our brother two weeks ago, I vowed
to visit him every day. That's what I'm doing.
But you can't go on doing this the rest of your
life. Even Murray has asked you to be reasonable
about it. Yes, come once a week, he says, or
once a month. Well, you know what that would
lead to. Coming not at all. No, I love Chris
more than anyone else in the world and I'm...
Who's that? What? Someone... A man standing beside
Chris's grave. Just make him out in the fog.
I don't see... Oh, yes. A man standing with his
head bent as if he were praying. He's turning
towards us. He... Sibyl! Oh, Sibyl! My God! My
God, it's Chris! Andrea, don't be silly. It couldn't
possibly be. It is! It is, I tell you. It's Chris!
It's Chris! Andrea! Oh, Murray. Come in. Sorry,
I couldn't come the minute I got your call, Sybil.
Oh, that's all right, Murray. I know how busy
your law practice keeps you. Your estate, you
mean. Yours and Andrea's. Chris's death has raised
all sorts of tax problems. I'm afraid his death
has raised more problems than that. Yeah? Yeah,
what is this all about? I told you on the phone.
You didn't really tell me what I thought I heard.
Andrea is convinced she saw Chris. Saw him today
in the cemetery standing beside his own grave.
Oh, come on civil. What kind of nonsense Murray,
please I'm telling you the truth. Where is Andrea
in her bedroom sleeping? Dr. Swanson gave her
a strong sedative Murray. She was in such a state
so hysterical Let me get this straight you and
she went to Chris's grave this afternoon. Yes
We were walking toward the grave when we noticed
a man standing beside it and there was a man.
Oh, yes Saw him too. He was standing beside the
grave with his head bent as if he was saying
a prayer or meditating or something I had just
said I wondered who he could be when he raised
his head and turned towards us That was when
Andrea started to scream. It's Chris. It's Chris
and then she just painted Went out cold who was
the man? I don't know. What do you mean you don't
know? You didn't see his face? You didn't talk
to him? It was a foggy day, Murray. It's been
foggy all day. And out there at the cemetery
it was very foggy. I could barely see his face.
And so if it comes to that, neither could Andrea.
Well, this is the strangest thing I've ever...
Tell me, has Andrea had any other brainstorms
like this one? Well, has she? Well, Murray, I...
Now look, sweetie, I'm your attorney. Yours and
Andrea's. If something... Not quite right is
happening, you can tell me. In fact, you'd better
tell me. Oh, Murray. You're more than just our
lawyer, you know that. There's no secret that
Andrea's in love with you. And that I am, too.
And that I'm in love with both of you and can't
make up my mind between you. But what has that
to do with... She'll pull herself together sooner
or later and straighten out Chris' death with
a terrible blow to her, that's all. It was a
blow to you, too, wasn't it? More than a blow,
Murray. A puzzle. I still can't figure out how
he could have fallen over a railing nearly chest
high. Eighteen stories to the street below. Frankly,
I keep wondering about that, too. But about Andrea
now... Murray, the truth is she's been acting
very strangely. What do you mean, strangely?
Well, imagining things. Like Chris this afternoon
and... Well, a few days we went shopping downtown,
and I took the Bentley. When we went back to
the parking lot to get it, Andrea looked shocked
when the attendant brought it around. Why shocked?
Well, she swore up and down that we'd driven
into town in the Jaguar. That's crazy. Murray,
please don't say that. Don't even use that word.
Something even stranger happened last night.
What? Well... We'd had dinner here in the apartment.
And Andrea said she was going to walk down to
the corner to mail a letter and get a breath
of fresh air. I stayed at the table having another
cup of coffee. Well, when she came back from
mailing the letter... You couldn't have gotten
much fresh air in that short a time. Fresh air?
What are you talking about? What is all this?
What's all what? Well, the table. The food, the
dirty dishes. What do you think it is? I'm asking
you. What is this? Oh, it's what's usually left
after two people have had dinner. What two people?
Oh, Andrea. Come on now. Will you answer me?
What do you want me to say? We had dinner. You
went out to mail a letter and get a breath of...
Andrea, what's the matter? We did not have dinner
here. We didn't. We had it at Delahanty's. You
see, just like we used the Jag instead of the
Bentley the other day. Now what kind of a crack
is that? No crack, Andrea, no crack. All I'm
saying is you're imagining things again. I did
not imagine the Jaguar. I am not imagining this.
You and I had dinner at Delahanty's, not here.
In that case, Andrea, where have you just come
from? Come from you went out to mail a letter
and get a breath of fresh air. You said you just
came back You just now walk through the door
If that doesn't prove forgetting the earring
earring What earring here? Look you can see for
yourself. I've only got one earring on Well,
you must have dropped it when you that's exactly
what I said less than 15 minutes ago When we
got home from Delahanty's and we're getting out
of the car I said fib I've lost an earring one
that's from that Jade pair that Murray gave me
for my birthday I said I wanted to search the
car. And that's what I've been doing. I haven't
been out mailing any letters. I've been searching
in the car for that jade earring. Damn it, Sybil.
Don't look at me as if I've lost my senses. You
know, I'm beginning to be afraid you have. I
tell you, Sybil. If we had dinner at Delahanty's,
what is all this food and these plates and everything
else doing on this table? I don't know. Well,
darling, I do. We had dinner here. No. I'm certain
we couldn't have. What are you going to do? I'm
going to call Del Delahanty. He saw us there
tonight. He came over to our table and chatted
with us. We'll soon see whether we dined there
or we didn't. Andrea, dear, please. You're simply
going to embarrass yourself. Del, is that you?
Yes, who's this? Andrea Carter, Del. Nice to
hear from you, Miss Carter. Calling for a reservation?
What? We're pretty full up, Miss Carter, but
I'm sure I can arrange something if you... Del!
Yeah? Del, my sister and I, didn't we have dinner
at your place tonight? You put me on, Miss Carter.
We didn't? Dine there tonight? Thank you, Dell.
He says we weren't there tonight. Darling, we
weren't. Then I did imagine it all? Afraid you
did, yes. But it was all so real. Sybil. Sybil,
I'm going out of my mind. And I had a real rough
time with her then, too. Believe me, Murray.
She was simply beside herself. Yeah. The Jaguar,
this business of Delahatties. And now today,
imagining she saw Chris at his own grave. Murray.
You don't think she's... Well, you know. I don't
know. Grief hits some people like a sledgehammer.
Belts them so hard, they never recover. Trouble
is... Yes? Trouble is... Andrea isn't that kind
of people. Well, Mr. Redmond. Hello, Del. Nice
to have a future New York D .A. at my bar again.
That'll be the day. That I make district attorney,
I mean. Me? I bet on it. You drink okay? Perfect.
Long time, no see. You've been busy, I guess,
eh? Very. You too. You see, Delahatties is just
as crowded as ever. I got no complaints. Carriage
trade mostly. People that wouldn't go anywhere
else but Delahatties to dine and dance or just
have a drink at a bar. Or gamble. How is that?
Gambling does go on in the back room, doesn't
it? Where'd you get an idea like that, Mr. Redmond?
Oh, I have ways. I'm going to help you win your
bet and become D .A. someday. I got to keep on
top of things, wouldn't you say, now? Yeah. Nice
having you with us again, Mr. Redmond. Hope to
see more of you. Yeah. Before you go, Del, a
friend of mine, a lady friend, mentioned she
thought she'd lost an earring here one night.
An earring? Yeah, a jade earring. Would you know
something about it, maybe? No, we keep a lost
and found box right behind the bar. Eddie, give
me the lost and found box, will you? It was lost
here, Mr. Redmond, and we picked it up. It's
sure to be. Well, thanks, Eddie. There we are.
Let's see, gold cigarette lighter. Look at them
rings of James leaving in the powder room. Money
clip. Oh, here, an earring. Is this what you're
looking for, Mr. Redmond? Yeah. Yeah, this is
exactly what I'm looking for, Del. Well, hey,
look on your face. You look like you found a
lot more than an earring. I have, Del. I have.
Murray Redman has indeed found more than just
Andrea Carter's earring. He has also found that
she didn't imagine dining at Delahanty's. Nor
then, in all likelihood, did she imagine driving
into town in the Jaguar, the Jaguar which unaccountably
turned into a Bentley. But as for imagining or
not imagining her dead brother standing beside
his own grave, well, we'll get closer to the
answer to that. when I return in a few moments
with Act Two. We are told that the proper study
of man is man. Personally, I prefer to study
women. Whether I did or not, I'm sure that had
I been handsome young attorney Murray Redden,
Unable to decide which of two wealthy sisters
I wanted to marry, I'd have been absolutely intrigued
by the curious circumstances which now seem to
attend them. I'm not sure, however, that I'd
have adopted Murray's direct approach. Sybil
is either trying to drive you crazy, Andrea,
or she's setting you up for commitment to a sanitarium.
I can't believe this, Murray. Here's the earring
to prove it. But isn't it possible that somebody
else lost an earring at Delahanty's? It's a duplicate
of mine. Okay, okay. It isn't. Oh, Murray, I
can't believe that... What you're saying is you
don't want to believe it. I don't either, but
facts are facts. You and Sibyl did have dinner
at Delahandy's last night. She arranged things
to make it look as if you'd dined here. And face
it, Andrea, if you hadn't lost the earring and
I hadn't picked it up at Delahandy's right at
this minute, you'd think you were going off your
rocker. And frankly, so would I. Well, it was
clever of you to check for the earring at Del's.
Well, I'm a pretty smart fella, you know. Smart
enough anyhow to smell a rat when I come across
it like this dinner business or the car nonsense
or Chris standing beside his own grave And I
might as well tell you now Andrea. I don't believe
Chris's death was accidental Murray no one could
have fallen over that railing falling off accidentally.
Yeah, he'd been sitting on the railing Even taking
his own life if it comes to that No personally,
I think he was pushed Murray Do you realize you're
accusing Sibyl of murder? I do. And of trying
to make it look as if I'm crazy? Yeah. Well,
why? Why would she do anything like that? Do
you really want me to answer that? No, I suppose
not. If what you're saying is true and it isn't,
the answer could be that Sibyl wanted to get
control of all our money. And me. You? To lay
it on the line, Andrea. She's in love with me.
So am I. What else isn't you? Well, there you
have it. With you out of the way, Sibyl would
have, or think she'd have, a clear feel. I...
I just don't know what to say or do. Well, the
thing to do, at least for the moment, is simply...
well, simply to play along. You see, what I want
is to get enough evidence against Sibyl to nail
the truth and her to the wall. You know what?
I've simply done found it. It can't be true,
Murray. It simply can't. We all have more than
one side or sides we usually conceal. Yes, I
know it. But... What's the matter, Andrea? What
is it? That painting on the wall there. Yeah,
what about it? Well, you've seen it before. Look
at it. I'm looking at it. So what? Three children
playing on the lawn. There were always four.
Four kids? Are you sure? Well, I'm positive.
There were two boys and two girls. And now there
are two girls, but only one boy. Murray, this
isn't another of Sibyl's... I'll soon find out.
Let's just have a close look at the painting.
Well? No. No, I don't see... Wait a minute. Sure.
Oh, man, what a skillful job. Skillful? Yeah,
of painting out the figure of the second boy.
Here, here, see for yourself. You'd never know
that figure had been painted out if you didn't
look closely, very closely. You see? Well, yes.
My God, it is true, then, that Sybil is... I'm
afraid so, Andrea. However you look at it, Sybil
is guilty. Guilty as sin. All I've got to do
is prove it. You get the hell out of my office,
Redmond, or I'll throw you out. Call it, Del.
Just call it. Call it? You'll come in here and
call me crooked, accuse me of pulling some kind
of fraud, and then tell me to call it? All right,
let's say I advise you to call it. Look at this.
The earring you picked up here last night. What
about it? It belongs to Andrea Carter. It's one
of a pair I gave her. She lost it out there in
the restaurant while she was having dinner with
her sister. The dinner you said never took place.
I said? Andrea phoned you last night to ask if
she and Sybil had dinner here. You said they
hadn't. You lied, Dell. Now why did you lie,
huh? Okay. Okay, so I played a little joke. Somehow
it doesn't strike me so funny. I'll tell you
what does, though. Why you and Sybil Carter teamed
up to play this little joke on Andrea. Teamed
up? Me and Sybil Carter? What else? Look, Dale,
take a lawyer's advice. Open up. Spill everything.
And do it now. Copper plea? Like that? Something
like that. Chris. Chris Carter. The brother?
Yeah. He was into me for over 12 grand. He gambled
like it was going out of style and always lost.
Go on. So he falls off the terrace of their apartment
and gets killed. I'm out 12 grand. I call up
the carters and I get the simple name on the
phone. I tell her how I'm out a dozen big ones
and she tells me to drop dead. Oh. But the next
day she shows up here and says she'll pay the
dough if... I'll help her play a little joke
on her sister. Pretty expensive joke, wouldn't
you say? I didn't say anything. If she's willing
to get me off the pad for 12 grand, I'm willing
to help her play her joke. So where's the harm
in that? Who gets hurt? Worse than hurt, Del.
Somebody could get dead. Real dead. Del broke
down and told her the whole story. Just like
that it surprised even me. I guess he's not as
tough as he looks more acts Fact is though that
that earring of yours stopped him cold. I had
him dead to rights and he knew it Murray yeah,
I Want to face Sybil with this face her right
now? She's bound to try another trick and probably
soon and that could be the one that hangs her
if it weren't for you I'd be out of my mind.
I'd be star -graving mad this minute. No, you
wouldn't. No, you're too level -headed for that.
Well, forewarned is forearmed. You know what
Sybil's up to. We both do. So she can't win,
Andrea. Murray, when this is over, let's get
married. I couldn't make up my mind which one
of you I wanted for a wife, but I guess I can
now. Andrea, I definitely can now. Yeah. Oh,
of course, Marcia. Send her in. Oh, come in,
Sybil. Come in. I know I'm interrupting you at
something important. You are, but you're worth
it. Here, sit down. Thank you. How's Andrea?
She's my reason for being here, Murray. Well...
What do you want to tell me? Murray, I'm worried
about Andrea. Terribly worried. You mean her
nervous attacks? Well, they're more than that,
I'm afraid. What you call nervous attacks seem
more like delusions to me. I'm beginning to think
that she is on the verge of insanity. Has something
else happened? Yes. There's a picture on the
wall of the living room. A painting of three
children playing on a lawn. Yeah? Andrea swears
that there were four children in the picture,
not just three. Or were there? Four children
in the picture, I mean. Well, of course not.
There were always three. Well, yes. You don't
sound too sure. What I'm trying to say is, I
couldn't swear in a court of law that there were
always three children in the painting. Well,
you know how we look at things after a while
without really seeing them. What I am saying
is that if there are three children in the painting
now, Then there must have always been three not
four make sense Which Andrea saying that there
were four doesn't hmm that Combined with everything
else that's happened since Chris died has got
me worried something to worry about so what I
came to ask you Do you think I ought to get it
to consult a psychiatrist? Might be a good idea
Would there be any danger in it danger? Well,
I mean if she went to a psychiatrist and he discovered
that she was Seriously ill. I mean, really insane.
Would she be committed or something like that?
Well, it depends. On what? First of all, whether
she was dangerous to herself, others. If he felt
that she was, he'd certainly recommend placing
her in a sanitarium where she could be cared
for and perhaps, in time, cured. If that was
to happen, if he made that decision, you'd have
to sign papers of commitment. Oh. Would you?
I don't suppose I'd have any choice, would I?
Well, there's always a choice. Another thing.
If anything like that were to happen, what about
the estate? You know as well as I do, Sybil,
that you'd be in complete control. Well, no,
I didn't know. Your father's will divided his
fortune equally among the three of you. You,
Andrea, Chris. You and Andrea came into Chris's
share when he died several weeks ago. If you
signed papers certifying Andrea as insane, she
would be declared incompetent to handle her affairs
and, as next of kin, you'd take over for her.
You didn't know that? As I said, I... I don't
know much, if anything, about these things. That's
why I came to see you. Yeah. Yeah. Well, now
you know... Oh, sorry. Excuse me, sir. Yes, Marcia.
Oh, yeah, put her through. Andrea, what is it?
What happened? Andrea, where are you? Okay, I'm
on my way. Andrea, you've got to get control
of yourself. What is it, dear? What happened?
I went to the cemetery to visit Chris's grave.
Yeah, yeah, I know that. A man... A man was standing
beside the grave like the other day, Sybil. Yes,
dear, yes. And like the other day... As I walked
towards the grave, he lifted his head and looked
straight at me. It was Chris. Honey, the man
we saw the other day wasn't Chris. And neither
was this one. It was Chris. The way you sound,
you sound as if you actually believe. I do believe.
It was Chris. He talked to me. He what? He said,
as I came towards him, he held out his arms to
me and he said, he said... Hi, sis. Thanks for
coming. It was his voice? His voice. His face.
Oh, Murray, I tell you, it was Chris. It was
Chris to the life. Well, if you're shocked, think
how shocked Murray Redman must have been. His
entire theory that Sybil is trying to have Andrea
committed out the window just like that. On the
other hand, Chris couldn't be standing by his
own grave. Could he? Perhaps we'll find out when
I return shortly with Act 3. This is WBBM Chicago
News Radio 78. It is almost axiomatic. that at
those moments in life when we are absolutely
sure we are right, something happens that shocks
us with the knowledge that we are absolutely
wrong. Assuredly, that is what has just happened
to Andrea Carter and Murray Redmond. Convinced
that beyond a shadow of a doubt, Andrea's sister
Sybil is trying to set her up for commitment
to an asylum, they are stunned to realize that
this may not be the case at all. But Andrea,
what you're saying is impossible. It couldn't
have happened. Oh, I tell you, it did, it did,
it did. Murray, I'm going to phone Dr. Swanson.
Okay. I'm sure he'll come right over. Come on,
Andrea. What is the meaning of this? Chris is
dead. You couldn't have met him at the grave.
You couldn't have talked to him. Murray, Murray,
please believe me. It happened. It was Chris.
It's incredible. Inconceivable. You say you talked
with him? What did you talk about? What did you
say? He said, hi, sis. Thanks for coming. And
you? For a few minutes I couldn't say anything.
All I could do was just stare at him. And he
looked at me and he said, trust me, sis, I'll
explain everything in time. I just wanted you
to know that I'm alive. And then what happened?
And then he said he was going to leave me then,
but that I'd see him again soon and he kissed
me on the cheek. Kissed you? Yes. And then he
began to walk away and I started after him, but
he turned and then he said, no, no, don't follow
me. You'll understand in time. I let him go.
I let him walk out of my life again. I can't
believe any of this. I can't believe it either,
but it happened. Oh, Murray, what does it mean?
This can't be one of Sybil's tricks. The man
I talked to was my brother. I don't know who
we buried in that grave, but it couldn't have
been Chris. It was. It couldn't. I was there.
I was there when they closed the casket. I was
one of the pallbearers. Dr. Swanson's on his
way over. How are you feeling, Andrea? I'll be
all right. Would you like a drink now? Oh, yes,
I could use one, Sybil. Maury? Yeah, yeah, I
could, too. Double, please. Maury. Chris can't
be alive, and yet... Maury, we are going to have
to open the casket. Oh, no! Sybil's right. Oh,
no! I've got a court order this afternoon. Don't
look so horrified, Andre. You don't have to be
there. Oh, but yes, I do. Oh, Andre, why? Because
I know what you're thinking. Both of you now.
You're thinking I'm out of my mind. I don't.
You must. What I've told you is crazy. I want
to be there when you open that grave and see
for yourself the proof that I'm sane. Or... Or
what, dear? Mad! Stark, mad! All right, gently,
boys. Gently. Open up now, Mr. Redmond. Ah, yeah.
Yeah. I can't look. That's all right, Sybil.
Look, why don't you just go over there under
the trees? You don't have to look either, Andrea.
I must. I must. No, stay there, Sybil. Sybil,
don't come here. Don't look. All right, close
it up, boys. Close it up. Yes, yes, it's Chris.
And for the last time, Andrea, I do not think
you're crazy. You're as sane as I am. Then my
meeting with Chris and talking to him, it was
a trick. Yes. But how could it have been done?
How could Sybil have managed it? I don't know.
You said that Sybil is clever. I'd say she's
diabolically clever. Andrea, I brought this along.
I want you to take it and I want you to keep
it near you. A gun? Yeah. Murray, I'm scared
to death of guns. I couldn't even touch that
thing. Now listen to me. There's no question
in my mind now that Chris's death was not accidental.
He was pushed off that terrace out there I'm
sure of it. I'm equally sure that Sybil may try
to kill you. Oh, no It's a possibility her plan
to have you committed is not working out not
as fast as she'd like to I'm trying to stay just
one jump ahead of her and Seems to me she just
might try to kill you and make it look like an
accident with Chris. Yes So here take it take
it And keep it near you at all times. You understand?
At all times. Oh, sorry, Andrea. I hope I didn't
wake you. No. Just resting, Sybil. You want something?
Well, yes. I thought we might talk. About what?
Andrea, I've been doing a lot of thinking about
this. About you. And I think you ought to see
a psychiatrist. Oh. So does Murray. Anyhow, he
doesn't think it would be a bad idea. You've
discussed it with Murray, have you? I love you.
Murray loves you. It was only natural I should
go to him for advice. You are lying, and you
know it. What are you talking about? You are
either trying to drive me out of my mind or trying
to make it look as if I am so that you can have
me committed. Andrea! Everything that's happened
to me since Chris' death, which was no accident,
Sybil. You killed him. I... Everything that's
happened since then. Every strange, incredible
thing. That business with the cars, the dinner
bit. The painting with only three children in
it instead of four. Oh, yes. And even my meeting
with Chris. Chris, in the flesh. I don't know
how you managed that. But it's all been arranged.
Every single thing arranged by you. Why should
I do such things to you? To get control of the
money that we share jointly. To get Murray for
your husband. You are out of your mind. To think
that I would do anything so vicious, so depraved.
Yes, vicious and depraved. You! And when I realized
it... when I could no longer hide it from myself,
and had to face it, that my sister, the sister
I loved devotedly, had murdered our brother,
Andrea, and was now tricking me into thinking
I was going out of my head. When I realized that,
Sybil, I didn't want to live anymore. I wanted
to die. Oh, Andrea dearest, die. What are you
doing? Murray gave me this gun to protect myself
against you. I told him I was scared of guns.
I'm afraid even to touch them. But I didn't tell
him why. I didn't tell him I was afraid I'd use
it on myself. I can't go on living simple. All
that meant anything to me is gone. Chris is dead.
You've turned on me. You want me dead and out
of the way so that you could have the money and
Murray. All right then, you shall have what you
want, now! Give me that gun! This is Andrea.
Yes, Andrea. Murray, I've just killed Sybil.
Shall we go now, Andrea? Andrea, dear, the funeral's
over. So is my life. They're both down there
now. Side by side. Under the ground. Chris and
Sybil. Come on. It's cold. You're shivering.
Come on now. All right. I never thought when
I vowed to visit Chris's grave every day. I never
thought that in a few short weeks we'd be visiting
Sybil. What's the matter? Why have you stopped?
Someone... coming towards us on the path. Look,
they're under the trees. What? God, it looks
like... it looks like... Sybil! You're imagining
things. No, no, look, it's a woman. You can see
her clearly now. What are you doing here? What
are you doing here? I came to visit Chris. Easy,
Andrea. Oh dear, there's no one here but us.
You're imagining things. You're dead. Dead? I'm
very much alive, as you can see. I killed you.
I shot you to death. My God! We just buried you!
Come on now, Andrea. I want you home. I'll get
you a sedative. She's there, I tell you! I don't
see anyone. I do, I do. Heaven help me! I'm sorry,
Smuffy. Help me. I've done a terrible thing and
I'm being punished. But you've got to help me.
Save me. Terrible thing? What terrible thing,
Andrea? I killed Sybil deliberately. I murdered
her, Murray. I murdered... Just as I murdered
Chris. I pushed him off the terrace to his death.
I shot Sybil to make it look like an accident.
I knew if I pointed the gun at my head, she'd
try to take it away from me. The tricks and all
that happened. Sybil wasn't playing the tricks.
I was. You, Andrea. You played those tricks.
Yeah, Mary. You're here. I'm listening, Andrea.
No, no! You're a Sybil! Sybil! There is no Sybil
here. Oh, come and forgive me, Chris. Forgive
me, Sybil. Forgive me. Of course. But why did
you do all this? To make it look as if you were
trying to get me out of the way when all the
time I was planning to do away with you. It was
all a trick. It was nothing but a trick. Yes,
a trick that backfired, I'm afraid. Backfired
on you, Andrea. What? You heard me correctly.
You've been fooled. Fooled by your own trick.
Understand, I don't... Tell her, Sylvain. She...
She is standing there. Yes, Andrea. I am. And
very much alive. What? Oh, Murray. You tell her.
I can't. Andrea, you went too far. You overreached
yourself. Your story about meeting Chris clinched
things for me. It was impossible. Either you
had to be insane and I knew you weren't, or you
had to be lying. And that was when I decided
to force your hand and use a few tricks of my
own. What about the gun you gave me? It contained
blanks. I took Sibyl into my confidence. I had
to, and she played her part very well. I'm sorry,
Andrea. But you did bring it on yourself. Yes.
Yes, I did. All right, Andrea. Let's go. No.
What? I don't want to go home with you. I'm too
ashamed. Please. I don't wanna go home. We're
not going home, Andrea. We're going to the police.
As I said at the outset, the world changes, but
people do not. There are those who believe this
planet we inhabit is a school. A school where
we are sent by God, by Providence, what you will,
to learn to be better. Experience, of course,
is the teacher. A harsh teacher, but an effective
one. I think you'll want to know that Sybil Carter
is now Mrs. Murray Redmond, and they are very
happily married. Andrea is living quietly and
comfortably in a sanitarium. For as it turned
out, strangely enough, this woman who pretended
that her sister was trying to drive her mad really
was. Our cast included Beatrice Strait, Paul
Hecht, Marion Seldes, and George Petrie. The
entire production was under the direction of
Hyman Brown. Radio Mystery Theater was sponsored
in part by Buick Motor Division and Anheuser
-Busch Incorporated, Brewers of Budweiser. This
is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return to our
Mystery Theater for another adventure in the
macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams. CBS
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