And now, Mystery Theater. Come in. Welcome. I'm
E .G. Marshall. We've been waiting for you. We
knew that you'd be back We know that by now you've
discovered. There's no fear like the fear you
can hear and We're going to fill your ears with
a story about the most basic fear of all death
We're going to tell you a story about a man who
dispenses death the way other men dispense haircuts
a man known in the parlance of the underworld
as The Hitman. In case you're unfamiliar with
criminal vocabulary, allow me to explain. A hitman
is someone hired especially to terminate the
life of someone else. He's a killer, Connie.
The guy's a hitman, a hired gun. He's come here
to kill me. No, he hasn't. Have you, Mr. Derry?
Who, me? Do I look like that sort of person,
Mrs. Breach? You don't look stupid, Mr. Derry.
If you were going to kill my husband, you would
have done it by now. Why haven't you? Our mystery
drama, The Hitman, was written especially for
the Mystery Theatre by Henry Slessor and stars
Mike Kellan. Our story begins in a bus terminal
of a large eastern city, a place of arrivals
and departures. In the crowd we can see a rather
sallow young man searching every face and scowling
at his inability to recognize the man he has
come to find. But then he doesn't know what Jim
Derry looks like. Jim Derry tries not to make
himself too visible in person. Mr. Derry has
a very good reason. But now the young man spots
someone pulling on a pair of light -colored gloves.
And he recognizes the signal, if not the man.
A warm day for gloves, ain't it, mister? I got
cold hands. Jim Derry? Yes. I'm Earl. What took
you so long? Arnie said you'd be on the two o
'clock bus. I've been hanging around this crummy
terminal for an hour. A gypsy told me never to
take a two o 'clock bus. They didn't tell me
you were a comedian. What did they tell you about
me, Earl? Come on. Harney's waiting. So, this
is Harney's warehouse. Now it's his warehouse,
but he don't do much warehousing in it. Come
on. His office is right here. Yeah, who is it?
Hey, it's Earl, Mr. Harney. Come in. You took
your sweet time getting here. Well, it wasn't
my fault, Mr. Harney. He didn't show until four
o 'clock. Sad to hear, Darry. I hire somebody,
I expect a little punctuality. I told you I didn't
have to go outside the organization. I could
handle it for you, Mr. Harnia. I said shut up.
I hate these family quarrels. Do you want to
talk business now or should I come back later?
We talk now. Good. And give the kid a quarter
and send him to the movies. Beat it, Earl. Yeah.
Okay. The family quarrel's over. Now let's talk
shop. Okay. My price is three grand for the hit.
I do good clean work. I pick my own time and
place. I never get my clients involved. How does
that sound? Sounds fine. This is a private case.
Strictly private. Guy named Eddie Breach. Breach
used to work for me. Covered the best slice of
territory in the city His receipts were like
five grand a week only they started to drop understand
For one week to the next Whole thing smelled
bad You don't mean he was a crook. I had him
followed Found out he was making book in his
own setting up his own shop He was robbing me
blind who fingers him for me I'll finger him
this afternoon See if you can make it fast, and
see that I'm kept out of it. That's all. Not
all, Mr. Harney. In cases like this, our company
likes a deposit. Oh, yeah. Okay. Here's the ground
now. You get the rest when I read that obituary.
It's almost six o 'clock. We've been staring
at that apartment house for half an hour. Now
you know how I felt, Darry, waiting in that bus
station. I thought you said Breach should be
home by now. Oh, he'll be here. I've been clocking
him three Fridays in a row. He takes his wife
to see the doctor every Friday afternoon, and
they get back around now. You didn't tell me
he was married. What difference does that make?
I just hope he's insured. I like making rich
widows. Hey! There's his car. Hand me those binoculars.
Don't forget to get a look at his wife. She's
worth seeing even if she is crippled. What? Look
for yourself. A wheelchair? He's taking a wheelchair
out of the back. She's got a nice pair of legs.
Only they don't move. Paralyzed? That's right.
Well, did you get a good look at him? Yes, I
got a good look. Let's go. How come Breach married
a cripple? He didn't. There was no kiddie car
he was pushing around. That chick was in one
piece when he married her. In fact, what happened
to her was all his fault. How do you mean? I
got into an argument one day and he belted her.
She fell down a flight of stairs and busted something
in her back. Sounds like a real nice guy. It'll
be a pleasure to do business with him. Yeah,
well, don't forget who you're doing it for. Harney's
paying you for this job, not Mrs. Breach. For
her, I'd do it full out. Good afternoon, mister.
A lot cooler in here, isn't it? Yeah. It's a
refrigerator. What are you having? Making a beer.
Right. I, um, just hit this town yesterday. Still
haven't found out where the action is. Uh, so?
A friend of mine told me I might do myself some
good here. You know anything about that? Well,
it depends upon what kind of action you want.
I'm flexible. For instance, I... Wouldn't mind
doing business with a horse or two? I'm a bartender,
not a bookie. This friend of mine, he told me
a guy hangs around here named Breach. Eddie Breach?
That's him. He said Breach might be the firm
to do business with. You know him? Yeah, I know
Mr. Breach. He's a nice guy. Comes in here sometimes
with his wife. His wife? In here? Well, why not?
I run a family place here. What's Mrs. Breach
like? Ah, that woman is really something. She's
a cripple, you know, in a wheelchair. But she
never beefs about it. Best -looking chick you
ever saw, and she keeps right on smiling. Wheelchair
and everything. That's tough, all right. Wheelchair.
It's like a stretch in prison. Oh, she's lucky
having a husband like Mr. Breach. He's real good
to her. Buys her anything she wants, takes her
to the doctor every week. The way I heard it,
Breach is the one who put her in the wheelchair.
Well, I wouldn't know about that, but he treats
her like a queen, I can tell you that. I mean,
cripple or not, that is my idea of a happy marriage.
Hey, hey, you didn't touch your beard. Okay,
Mr. Breach, get in the car. Hey, what is this?
Get in that car, I said. Okay, okay, easy on
the hardware. Who are you? What do you want?
Start your car. Head west to the highway and
keep going till I tell you to stop. Listen, you
want my wallet, take it. Start the car. You don't
work for Joe Haney, do you? Keep driving. I asked
you a question. I work for myself. Look, if Haney
did send you... Let's talk about it. I'll pay
you twice what he's giving you. Just tell me
how much. How do you know Harney wants you dead?
Maybe it was your wife. Harney's not the only
one who hates your guts. Connie? You're crazy.
So that's her name, huh? Connie? She wouldn't
do anything like that. She needs me. Needs you
for what? Belter again? Who told you about that?
You must have been a pretty brave boy. Slugging
a woman. That took... I'm trying to make it up
to her. For peace sake, will you give me a chance
to make it up to her? That's why I need that
money. That's the only reason. So you did cheat,
Harney. You admit it? I'd cheat my grandmother
if it helped Connie. Keep your eyes on the road,
Eddie. All right. Take that next side road. Listen,
give me a chance to talk to you, will you? That's
what we're gonna have, a talk. Go on, pull over
there near the billboard. All right. Answer me
one question. How were you helping her? What?
How were you helping your wife? This doctor you
see every Friday. Did he say something could
be done for her? No. He never said that. The
spinal cord is all busted up. All he can do is
make her more comfortable. So the sentence is
life. You think I don't feel lousy about it?
I know it was my fault, but I didn't mean it.
She might be better off without you. Maybe she
would. All right. Let's go. Where to now? We're
going to your place. Eddie? Yeah, honey, it's
me. Oh, you didn't... Tell me you were bringing
anyone here. I decided not to go downtown. I
ran into a friend of mine and we got to talking...
My name is Derry, Mrs. Breach. Jim Derry. I'm
sorry to bust in on you like this. Oh, but I'm
glad you did. Really. I love to see Eddie's friends.
We don't do very much entertaining. You got a
nice apartment, Mrs. Breach. Thank you. I keep
it uncluttered so I can scoot around easily in
this wheelchair. My track record is one minute,
three seconds from the living room to the bedroom
to the kitchen. That's quite a record. Now, let
me get you a drink. Eddie says I'm the best rolling
bartender in town. Watch me. Don't bother, Mrs.
Breach. I don't drink. Not on the job, right?
Oh, please. Let me get you something. You see,
I'm grateful to you, Mr. Derry. I was looking
forward to a lonely evening when you came along.
My husband usually works very late. Honey, you
look a little tired. Did you take your pills
yet? Oh, I'm fine, Eddie. Stop worrying about
me. Please sit down, Mr. Derry. It's such a pleasure
to talk to one of Eddie's friends. Well, let's
cut this out. He's no friend of mine. I never
saw him before in my life. What? Tell her who
you work for, Derry. All right. At the moment,
I work for a man named Joe Harney. Harney? That's
right. And what do you want from us? I want us
to sit down and have a talk. I'm already sitting
down, Mr. Derry. Joe Harney isn't pleased with
your husband, Mrs. Breach. He thinks he cheated
him. Cheated him out of a lot of money. Well,
I'm sure that's not true. I didn't cheat him.
I just wanted the business for myself. I got
a right to go into business for myself. Yes,
I know. It's called free enterprise. But just
the same, Mr. Harney is very angry. He's not
just angry, he's afraid. He's worried that if
Eddie gets away with this, he'll set a bad precedent.
So he only knows one remedy for the situation.
And tonight, this could have been hit. A gun.
Please. Put that away. He's a killer, Connie.
The guy's a hit man, a hired gun. He's come here
to kill me. No, he hasn't. Have you, Mr. Derry?
Me? Now, do I look like that sort of person,
Mrs. Breach? Well, you don't look stupid, Mr.
Derry. If you were going to kill my husband,
you'd have done it by now. Why haven't you? I'll
tell you why. Because he wants a deal. He wants
me to pay him more than Honey's paying. Oh, be
quiet, Eddie. Your husband isn't thinking straight,
Mrs. Breach. It isn't that easy. You think that
Harney will be satisfied if I let him live? If
I walk off this job, somebody else walks in.
This isn't the only gun in the world. He's right,
Eddie. Maybe the only way is to give him the
money back. There's nothing to give back. You
think money stands still in this business? Look,
maybe if we left town, went to Mexico or someplace...
Harney won't give up that easy. It means too
much to him. Well, I'm not staying here. I'm
getting out. I'm getting as far away as I can.
Eddie. Both of us, Connie. I meant both of us.
You expect me to run in a wheelchair? Maybe Mr.
Derry can tell us what to do. I can think of
only one thing. Joe Harney wants a dead body.
That's what we'll have to give him. Well? We
seem to have encountered a hitman with a heart.
At least a hitman with a soft spot for a beautiful
afflicted young woman. But Jim Derry can't fail
his assignment either. If he doesn't collect
the rest of the money, he may be collected himself.
We'll find out what happens to this strange threesome
when I return shortly with Act Two. The hired
killer of Eddie Breach sits in Mr. Breach's comfortable
living room. But the gun, which was supposed
to have done the deed, rests on the coffee table.
And Jim Derry paces the carpet and talks to the
loving couple about death. It won't be easy,
understand? But it's the only idea I got. The
only thing that'll satisfy Joe Harney permanently.
What do you mean about a dead body? I don't mean
yours. I mean somebody else's. A body that could
have been yours if the job had been done. A substitute?
But how is that possible? There's a way. I'll
have to stick my neck out to do it and there'll
be some expenses. How much? I'll have to let
you know. Meanwhile, get ready to move and move
fast. Have your bags packed and keep them ready.
Get yourself some standby reservations. Mexico...
Rio, any place you want. Don't make them in your
own name. Oh, and one other thing. Don't leave
the apartment for any reason. But I gotta leave
the apartment. I got business to do. Business?
Isn't your life more important? You can't risk
it. Arnie hired me to take care of you, but that
doesn't mean one of his goons wouldn't try to
beat me to it. There's a kid named Earl. Yeah,
I know Earl. He's a punk. Just the kind of punk
who might try shooting you in the back. Oh, do
as he says, Eddie. Please. I tell you, I gotta
get out. I need cash if we're to beat it out
of town. I have to make collections. Mr. Derry,
wouldn't you help him? Maybe if he had a gun
so he could protect himself, then... You could
lend me yours, Derry. Just until we leave town.
All right. Take it. I'll see what I can do. I'm
leaving now. Just keep calm until you hear from
me. I'll see you to the door. Mr. Derry, why
are you doing this for Eddie? Because he's such
a regular fella. Figaro mortuary. Fig. This is
Jim Derry. Three cheers. What are you doing back
in town? You ain't been here in ten years. Business,
Fig. I'm here on business. Just like in the old
days. The old days are over. I make more money
legitimate now than I used to make crooked. For
me, crime doesn't pay, like it says on the posters.
Well, this is legitimate. Almost. I want to make
a purchase. What kind? You are the only store
in town that has what I want, Fig. I want to
buy a corpse. I don't know what I'm doing this
for. I must be getting soft in head. Tell me
about the body, Fig. He's a short, heavy cookie,
maybe 50 years old, full of mustaches. What does
that matter? No. I guess it won't matter. Not
after I get through with them. When can I take
delivery? Tonight. You can bring your car around
the back of my place, say, around 11 o 'clock.
Okay, Fig. I'll be there. You sure there won't
be any complications? No, the guy doesn't have
any family. He'll end up in the city cemetery
anyway. That's fine, Fig. That's just great.
Come on, Darry. Come on, level with me. What
are you gonna do with a corpse? Who is it? It's
Jim Gary. Eddie isn't here. He went out on business.
Would you rather I came back later? Oh, no, of
course not. Eddie should be home any moment.
Come on in. He's been out raising money. It's
wonderful how many people owe Eddie money. He's
like a banker really You know what he tells his
mother What? He tells her he's an accountant
She's a sweet old lady. She knows the truth,
but she never lets on and do you know the truth
about him? I? Never had any illusions about Eddie
Would you like a drink? Oh? Sorry forgot you
don't drink I'll take a beer if you have one.
Coming right up. Oh, maybe when we were first
married, I had an illusion or two. It's easy
when you're young and you've got a nice, straight
spine. You're still young? Yes. I'm still that,
I suppose. Oh, what do you know? No beer. It
doesn't matter. Does he leave you alone a lot?
Beg your pardon? That banker husband of yours?
Eddie's a busy man. He doesn't have normal hours
like other people. I Don't suppose that you do
either. We're talking about Eddie. You're curious
about him aren't you? Trying to make some moral
judgment to decide whether he's worth saving
or not I've already decided that haven't I? Do
you know about Eddie and me? About the accident.
Yes We were living in an old brownstone Eddie
was late. I was waiting for him at the top of
the stairs with an argument already and I I Said
a lot of nasty things and so did he and he started
to shake me and I I lost my balance Well, how
do they look Your legs You look fine you'd never
know they were dead would you You know something
I've got my own theory about you, Mr. Derry,
about why you're helping us. You do? Mm -hmm.
I've been a cripple for over a year, and I've
become an expert on pity. I can spot pity half
a mile away. You think that's my reason? That's
everybody's reason. It's me, honey. Sorry. Hello,
Derry. I just came to tell you that everything
is set. What does everything mean? You are gonna
be a dead man by tomorrow morning. You can leave
town as soon as you get on a plane There's one
leaving for Mexico City at four tomorrow afternoon.
We got reservations. You better confirm them
What's gonna cost me what you're doing in cash?
1 ,000 500 for me 500 for a friend of mine a
couple of pieces of jewelry and That car yours
my car You can't take my car. You won't need
it in Mexico They got donkeys. Now wait a minute.
Eddie, we've got to do as he says. If you don't
like my proposition, you can always say no. Then
you can take your chances with Harney. Okay.
What else do you want? I'll need your wallet,
your watch, any other jewelry you carry. That
wedding ring, is it inscribed? Yes, I had it
done. Let's have it. What's the idea of all this?
Your car is going to be in an accident tonight,
Eddie. It's going to catch on fire. There'll
be a body in the car, burned beyond recognition.
But everybody will know who it is, of course.
It'll have your wallet, your watch, your keys,
your wedding ring. But whose body? Don't worry.
The guy will be dead to begin with. It's only
what you might call a cremation ceremony. So
Honey will think you did the job. He'll only
believe it if you get out of town as fast as
you can. When that body is discovered, you are
dead. I don't want you around making a liar out
of me. That's neat, Derry. Very neat. You still
get paid that way, don't you? Eddie! Get me what
I need, Eddie. The money and all the rest of
the stuff. What about your gun? You want that
back? Keep it as a souvenir. I never hold on
to a piece after a job. And this job is just
about over. Hey, Derry. What do you want, Earl?
Just want to give you a message. Mr. Harney isn't
happy. Mr. Harney says he sort of expected some
action by now. Tell him to read the contract
again. I picked my own time and place. It says
so in the small print. I thought you were supposed
to be a pro. I would have had Eddie Breach stretched
out and buried two days ago. I'm sure of it.
And Harney's paying you three grand. I would
have done it for half the money. You would have
done it for laughs, Earl. You know something?
I ought to show him that he didn't need you.
I ought to take care of Eddie myself. Harney
wouldn't like that. He's liable to spank. So
long, Earl. All right, Earl. Hold it. Right there.
Hey! Hey, what do you guys want? I'm Lieutenant
Gere, Police Department. What I want is very
simple, Earl. I want you. Here's your merchandise.
Fresh from the freezer. Thanks, Fig. I knew I
could count on you. You want to take a look at
him? No. He ain't too pretty. I didn't get a
chance to do any cosmetic work on him. Won't
make the slightest difference. Okay, let's get
him in the car. Where are you taking that? To
the country. Oh, boy. First time I ever heard
of taking a stiff for a ride. Fit Now your keys
and that's about it except for that can of gasoline
And so Jim Derry has completed his assignment.
He feels rather good about the job he did, too.
It was a nice combination of human sympathy and
profit. Five hundred from Eddie Breach, three
thousand from Joe Harney, and a sense of having
done something worthwhile for a change. But will
Jim Derry remain pleased with himself? What will
the arrest of Earl do to his plans? We'll find
out when I return shortly with Act III. Only
one thing remains for Jim Derry to do. He has
to make one final call on the man who brought
him to town in the first place he has a good
report for Joe Arnie and Joe Arnie has $2 ,000
waiting for him So it's you, how are you mr.
Arnie, how do you think I am? The cops picked
up Earl on some old assault charge. Had kids
more trouble than he's worth. I could have told
you that. Well, at least there's one problem
you won't have anymore. You mean Breach? You
won't be hearing from him again. Give me details.
He's dead. That's a big detail. I want to know
how. I got Breach to take me for a little ride
in the country. When we stopped to look at the
scenery, I slugged them. Then I gave his car
a little gasoline bath. You burned them? You
want to see what's left? Take a drive out on
Route 7? Make a ride on Potter Valley Road? There's
not much to see, though. What'd you do after
that? I took a nice long walk. There's a motel
about a mile and a half south. I spent the night
there. Didn't even get a chance to shave. Yeah
Sure, it went all right Nobody spotted you our
workers guaranteed. Mr. Harney money back if
not satisfied and Speaking of money. Yeah Yeah,
I know Two thousand bucks and worth every penny
of it Pardon I said your name James Derry. Yes,
it is boy. My name's gear. Mr. Derry Lieutenant
gear police department We got a warrant for your
arrest me You gotta be kidding step over here
Derry Wait, wait a minute now, you know the routine
I'm sure hands flat against the wall Whatever
you say Well, not armed, I see. Why would an
innocent citizen be walking around with a gun?
This wallet of yours is sure loaded. What was
it? Payday? That's my traveling money. You must
be a high -priced man there. I sold a car for
a guy. Second -hand sports job. That's the money
he paid me for it. Yeah, sure. And I'll bet you
got a copy of the bill of sale, don't you? Well,
you give me a chance to get it. I'll... We'll
talk about it at headquarters. You ever use an
alias, Derry? No. What for? You know a man named
Joe Harney? I met him once or twice. What do
you talk about? The weather. Now, don't be cute,
Derry. We talked about horses. Mr. Harney likes
horses a whole lot. Yeah, we know all about that.
We also know that Joe Harney paid your way into
town a little over a week ago. Isn't that right?
I can afford my own car fare, Lieutenant. Harney
brought you here to do a special piece of work
for him, didn't he? Wrong. You see, Darry, there
isn't very much we don't know about Joe Harney.
For your information, the D .A. has been lining
up a case against him for the last six months.
You had luck that you came into the picture right
now. I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, maybe I can make it a little clearer. You
got something I want to read to you. It's a statement
from somebody you may know. Now, here it is.
Listen carefully. This guy, Darry, arrived last
Friday. He was brought in by Harney to cool a
guy named Eddie Breach. Breach once worked for
Harney, but then he got to taking bets on his
own book. And that made Harney sore, so he decided
to kill him. Derry's price for the job was three
grand. Derry was staying at a hotel called the
Gracie. He didn't tell Harney how he planned
to kill Breach. Well, how does that sound to
you, Derry? Like a fairy tale. Is it true or
not? It's junk. They shouldn't make up junk like
that. It's a statement we got last night by somebody
who worked for Harney for the last two years.
You know who I'm talking about? No. His name's
Earl Clifford. We picked him up in an old charge,
one that could have sent him to the joint for
a good ten years. He's willing to turn state's
evidence in the hope of getting a lighter rap.
He probably will. I never heard of Earl Clifford.
You can help yourself the same way, Darry. You
can help by telling the truth. I am telling the
truth. We want to know why you killed Eddie breach
Lieutenant Have you got the time? What what time
is it? 430 430 that's what I make it to and how
is the weather out? Still warm and sunny good
flying weather All right. What's the joke Terry?
The joke is over I'm ready to tell you what I
know just as soon as I get a cup of coffee. Sure.
I was hired to kill Eddie Breach. This guy, Joe
Harney, called me and gave me the contract. I
don't know why he picked me. I never did that
kind of work before. Sure, Darry. We know. Your
hands are nice and clean. Anyway... I came to
see Harney. He told me the setup. Seen this guy
breach. He's been jabbing him for money. And
he wanted him dead. Well... I said I'd do it.
I see. Only I didn't mean it, Lieutenant. I'm
no killer. Like you said, I'm clean. No record,
nothing. No convictions, no. You know what I
did? I went straight to Breach. I told him the
whole story. Him and his wife. She's a cripple,
you see, in a wheelchair. I felt sorry for her.
For both of them. We know about Mrs. Breach's
condition. Go on. I said I wouldn't do them any
harm, but that didn't mean that they were safe.
Harney would just hire somebody else to do the
work. That was very nice of you. I wanted to
help them, Lieutenant. I told them the only thing
was to make it look as if Breach was killed.
I said I could arrange the whole thing for them.
And that's what you did? Yes. I got a body. A
dead body from a funeral parlor, I know. I put
the body in Breach's car. I drove it out on Route
6. Parked it on a side road called Potter Valley.
I doused the car with gasoline. I set it on fire.
You'll find Breach's watch and ring on that body.
The wallet is in the grass someplace. Only the
body isn't Eddie Breach's. Well... That's quite
a story. All right. It's the truth You send your
boys out on Potter Valley Road. We don't have
to do that dairy We've already found breach his
car. Well swell then. You know, I'm telling the
truth. I mean you got experts They won't be fooled
by a fake corpse. The guy was almost twice breach
his age He was heavier shorter. Tell me honestly
dairy you did all this Because you felt sorry
for the guy? Yes. Look, I'm not saying he was
an angel. He beat up his wife once. He made a
cripple out of her. Only now, he's trying to
help her. That's why he cheated Harney in the
first place, to help his wife. A real sweet guy,
huh? Well, Darry, too bad it isn't true. What
do you mean? Oh, Eddie was responsible for his
wife's injury. We know that. Sure, he knocked
her down a flight of stairs. But you know why?
They had an argument about coming home late.
Oh, no. They had an argument about a woman. She
caught him in the apartment with a girl named
Louise something. She didn't tell me that. And
Breach didn't give up Louise after that either.
He's been cheating on his wife ever since. The
fact that she was in a wheelchair only made it
easier. No. I never knew about that. But his
wife knew, Darry. Why? It was a tough part. Connie
Breach knew all about it. And there was nothing
she could do. Just had to sit there in that wheelchair
and let him do whatever he pleased. That's your
good friend, sweet Eddie Breach. Well, she said
she didn't have any illusions about him. She
knew what he was. Too bad you didn't. All this
time she must have been hating him hitting his
guts Anyway, they're gone now They're on their
way to Mexico City right now No, they're not.
Oh, yes, they are. They took a four o 'clock
plane. You're a liar, Derry What are you talking
about? You're telling a nice touching story Well,
Derry, you're a liar You made a deal with Breach,
all right, sure. He gave you a thousand dollars
and you arranged this phony car accident for
him. But you intended to collect from both sides,
didn't you? No, I was helping him get away. Were
you? Let me read you something else. Edward Breach,
29 years of age, male Caucasian. Shot to death
in his apartment at 404 East 75th Street. What?
The bullets came from a Farrington 38. Found
at the scene. That can't be. We traced the gun
to the man who sold it to you, Derry. He can
describe you to a tee. Hey, wait a minute. That's
how you got that three grand from Joe Harney,
by doing the job you were hired to do. That's
a lie. Breach took that plane, I tell you. He
is on the plane. He's in the morgue, Derry. Where
you put him. It can't be true. All right, Derry.
I see you need a lot of convincing. Sam send
in mrs. Breach Conde is here right outside Come
in mrs. Breach. Are you sure it's a it's all
right? Please come in but they they didn't tell
me that Mr. Derry would be here. I'm really sorry
to do this mrs. Breach, but it's really quite
necessary I want you to repeat exactly what you
told me. Yes. All right. I... I was in my bedroom
last night, around 7 .30. I heard the doorbell
ring, and my husband answered it. Eddie was always
having visitors at all hours, so I didn't think
anything of it, and... And then I heard two shots.
I was frightened, but... but I opened the bedroom
door and looked out and That's when I saw him
saw who he was standing there Holding the gun.
I screamed and he dropped the gun on the floor
and That's all right, Mrs. Breach Can I go now
yes, man you can go Wait a minute. Mrs. Breach,
Connie! How dare you call me Connie? You murderer!
That was your mistake, Derry. You should have
killed her too. You were just too soft -hearted.
Or maybe just forgetful. Lieutenant. About what?
What they say about the female of the species.
And so the kind -hearted hitman falls victim
to a revengeful woman. We can only hope that
justice finally triumphed. That lieutenant gear
eventually realized the truth about what happened
in that apartment on East 75th Street Although
who's to say that mrs. Edward breach isn't already
in a prison of her own contrivance I'll be back
shortly We hope you enjoyed this tale of the
Radio Mystery Theatre. If you come back next
time, I'm sure we'll have another tale of murder,
trickery, deceit, terror, and other goodies.
Our cast included Mike Kellan, Alan Manson, Earl
Hammond, and Lon Clark. 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.