Would you hand me that, please?Thank you.Hmm.Now, let's see.Survey.Survive.Susanna.Suspect.Ah, here we are.Suspense.Meaning held in doubt.Expressing doubt.The state of being uncertain, undecided, or insecure.
State of anxious expectation or waiting for information.Such as, uh, to keep one in suspense.Therefore, delay acquainting him with what he is eager to know.
Hello, and welcome to a bonus episode of Stars on Suspense, a spotlight on one of the actors who we've previously featured on the podcast, where I share my personal favorites of their appearances on radio's outstanding theater of thrills.
This time around, our star is James Mason. the English actor of Lolita, A Star is Born, North by Northwest, and many, many more.One of Mason's best qualities as an actor was his rich voice, and it was put to very good use on six episodes of Suspense.
Today we'll hear my favorites of that run, including three shows where he co-starred with his wife, and one where he recreated one of his great film roles.
First up is Where There's a Will from February 24th, 1949, adapted from a story by the great Agatha Christie. It stars Mr. Mason as a man whose gambling habits, and more specifically his lack of luck, have him in dire financial straits.
He's due to inherit a sizable sum from his aunt, but unfortunately she's got many years ahead of her.So Mason does the natural thing for a character on suspense.He plans to scare his aunt to death and speed up the collection of that inheritance.
This is one of the shows where Mason co-starred with his then-wife, Pamela Mason, who's billed here as Pamela Colino.
Then we'll hear Banquo's Chair from March 9th, 1950, with Mason playing a Scotland Yard inspector who's absolutely convinced of a suspect's guilt, but he's never been able to get enough proof to convict the man of murder.
But now, on the eve of his retirement from the force, the inspector has one last card to play, and it involves an invitation to dinner and a bit of trickery.Mr. and Mrs. Mason are back in The Greatest Thief in the World from June 21st, 1951.
It's a story pulled from the files of Scotland Yard, and it stars James Mason as a man who may or may not be a notorious jewel thief. It's a great showcase for Mason, who could play heroes and villains with equal skill.
And here, he's perfectly suited as a man whose considerable charms keep the police and the audience guessing as to his true nature.And finally, we'll hear James Mason recreate his role in a radio adaptation of the BAFTA-winning Odd Man Out.
Originally aired on CBS on February 11, 1952, it stars Mason as an IRA leader wounded in a robbery, and it tells the story of his frantic attempt to escape arrest.
The 1947 film, directed by Carol Reed, is fantastic, and this episode does a great job of condensing the story into a taut 30-minute format. So now we welcome James Mason back to the microphone with my four favorites from his run on suspense.
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And now, Mr. Jepson, you really must let me make you a whiskey and soda.I have some excellent scotch.Never mind that, Ridgway.I've come to find out when you can raise 10,000 pounds.I see.Yes, I see.
Well, Mr. Jepson, 10,000 pounds is a great deal of money.It's what's needed to cover your notes.Yes, that's right. But you know, Mr. Jepson, you might just let me write you one more I.O.U.and try again.Your luck's run out, Ridgway.
Well, I wasn't much of a gambler anyhow, was I?Perhaps it's just as well I've learned my lesson.How long, Mr. Jepson, would you say I have to raise the money?Four weeks.I see.Four weeks.And if I should fail to raise the money?Hmm?I see.
Well, you make yourself very clear, Mr. Jepson. but then perhaps all's not lost.mrs. Harter my aunt has had the foresight to draw up a new will making me her heir.the money was to go to a niece my cousin Miriam but now a new will's been drawn up.
Aunt Mary finds me much more satisfactory than poor Miriam.The very spirit of solicitude, I am.Forever inquiring about her health, about her poor weak heart.Four weeks, is that right, Mr. Jepson?That's right, Ridgway.Or else.I see.Or else.
That's when it began.That, plus the fortunate circumstance of the new will in my favor, decided me on my plan.Now, murder wouldn't look right.Nobody else living in the house but Aunt Mary and I, and Elizabeth, the maid.
And since I would benefit by 40,000 pounds, no, murder would not look right.Besides, I was fond of Aunt Mary. Well, a day or so after Mr. Jepson's visit, there occurred to me a rather whimsical idea for a practical joke.
The first thing was to determine the degree of weakness of Aunt Mary's weak heart.And so I arranged an appointment for her with Dr. Menel, the heart specialist in Harley Street.
Just have a chair, Mr. Ridgway.Thank you, Dr. Menel.Now, Mr. Ridgway, as you requested, I have gone over your Aunt Mrs. Harter thoroughly.Yes?And there is a heart weakness.
But not terribly serious, Charles, Dr. Manel says.
But my poor dear Aunt Mary.
Naturally, you're shocked, Mr. Ridgway.But with the least care, she'll live to be 90, I should think.However, her mind must be kept well distracted.Mind distracted?Yes.Distraction for the mind and no sudden shocks.That's most important.
No sudden shocks.I see.Well, thank you, Doctor.Not at all.Out this way, my private exit.No use going through the waiting room again, eh? Well, good day, Mrs. Horta.
Goodbye, Doctor.Oh, I'd say, Ridgway.Yes?I minimized your aunt's condition just a bit.Didn't want to alarm her.You, uh, understand.Yes, of course.But what I said about no shocks, no frights, most important.A good fright might very well carry her off.
Well, uh, thank you, Doctor. The next step was the radio.Aunt Mary must have a radio.
But Charles, you know I don't care for newfangled things.We've got on quite well without a wireless.I don't see why we should have one now.
But don't you remember what Dr. Manelle said, Aunt Mary?The mind distracted, well distracted.Those were his very words. you know I'm only thinking of your heart.
I know you are dear Charles.
that's better Aunt Mary.that's more like yourself.
you are a comfort to me Charles.
thank you Aunt Mary. Now, about the radio.
Now, now, now, you really ought to trust my judgment.I'm a bit of an expert on radio, you know.Before the war, I even had a small sender station of my own.Some of the equipment's still in one of my boxes somewhere about.So you see, I know.
But the waves, Charles, the electric waves, they might affect me.
There's no more electricity about it than there is about an electric light.Radio waves aren't electric.
But Charles, I... Well, I must say it makes a frightful noise.
We'll have it tuned in a minute.Here we are.What is it?
It's Spanish, auntie.Madrid propaganda.
There's France.What do you think of that?You can tune in the whole world. You see, Aunt Mary, radio waves converging from all over the world on this little box.From Madrid, Paris, New York, and beyond.Beyond!Who knows how far beyond?
Well, I must say, Charles, you're quite poetic about it.
Am I?Yes.Yes, I suppose I am.That was the first inkling I had that my little practical joke was going to be fun. the acting and coaxing poor dear Aunt Mary along bit by bit.
every evening she'd sit by the radio listening to the news on the BBC home service and the classical music on the third program.
then one morning I attached a wire into the radio while she was still in bed ran it along under the carpet into the small ante room of the sitting room where the radio stood
Took the hand microphone left over from my amateur sending days and hooked it to the other end of the wire.And everything was all ready.That evening... I backed the car out of the garage and started off for my regular Wednesday evening of bridge.
But I drove only a short way.Then parked behind a hedge and walked back to the house.I let myself in the side door and went into the small room off the sitting room where Aunt Mary sat alone listening to the radio.
It was the third program, a program of Beethoven.I opened the door the slightest crack.The moment had come, and I felt my heart beating with strange emotion.
I saw in my mind's eye Aunt Mary in the dimly lit sitting room, and I almost felt the mood she must be feeling as she sat dreamily immersed in the shifting strains of music.I picked up the microphone and... Mary, can you hear me, Mary?
This is Patrick.What?This is Patrick, your husband, speaking from the other side.I am coming for you soon.Will you be ready, Mary?
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After I'd spoken with the voice of Aunt Mary's dead husband, I waited a moment.Then, very cautiously, I looked into the sitting room.Aunt Mary was sitting bolt upright, transfixed.
Then a sob broke from her as she looked toward the radio, which was now innocently transmitting the BBC third programme again.I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing.
but Aunt Mary said nothing about her experience so I was obliged the fourth morning after that at breakfast to say casually oh I say Aunt Mary yes Charles I was just wondering last evening yes Charles
Aunt Mary, who's that funny old boy up in the spare room?The picture, that is.You know, the picture over the mantelpiece?The old boy with the beaver and the side whiskers?
Well, really, Charles, your tone is most disrespectful.
It's your Uncle Patrick, Charles.My late husband.
Oh, I say, I'm sorry.I had no idea.After all, I never did know him, Aunt Mary.
You see, I wondered.It was queer.Queer?
What's queer? are you trying to say something Charles?
oh no no no not really it's nothing nothing that makes any sense I mean.
I wish you would tell me what it was that made you ask me about the picture of your uncle.
well if you will have it I fancied I saw him.saw him?the man in the picture I mean.looking out of the end window when I was coming up the drive last night.
yeah and later on I happened to drift into the spare room and there was the picture up over the mantelpiece the same man. it's all quite easy to explain really.I expect subconscious and all that.
I must have noticed the picture before without realizing it and then just fancied the face in the window.Aunt Mary.is something the matter?
Charles.my husband's face.did you see it in the end window?
only that that was Patrick's.your late uncle's dressing room Charles.
The very absurdity of the story I made poor Aunt Mary believe was the fun, the clever roundabout way I played my role.The following Wednesday night, I pretended to play off, to go and play bridge again.
I concealed myself in the room of the sitting room just as before, took up the microphone and spoke from the other world in the same sepulchral tones.Mary, on Friday, I shall come for you.Friday at half past nine.At half past nine.
There will be no pain.Be ready, Mary.When I came into her bedroom the next morning, Aunt Mary was speaking to Elizabeth in a most businesslike manner.
Now, here you are, Elizabeth.I want you to take this letter I've written.Yes, ma'am.I wrote it last evening.If anything should happen, Friday evening.You understand me?
Yes, ma'am.Friday evening?
But that's my night out.So it is, and you go right ahead.However, if anything shall have happened by the time you get back on Saturday, I want this letter delivered to Dr Mayall.Yes, ma'am.Now, the top left-hand drawer of my bureau, it's locked.
The long key with the white label. Everything in the drawer is ready.Ready, ma'am?For my burial.Oh, ma'am, what are you saying?I thought you were in a slight better health.Never mind that, Elizabeth.Don't be maudlin.Oh, ma'am.
Elizabeth, did I ever tell you how much I've left you in my will?Oh, no, ma'am.Well, I can't seem to remember.It was 50 pounds in the old will, but did I raise it to 100?Well, at any rate, I want you to have 100 pounds.I'll have to look into it.
But if anything should happen before I do, then Mr. Charles will see to it.
Did I hear my name mentioned, dear Aunt Mary?
Oh, good morning, Charles.Yes, I was just saying to Elizabeth, I don't know if I've left her 50 or 100 pounds.But if anything should happen to me, it's to be 100 pounds.
Well, I must say, that's a gloomy thing to be thinking about.
Oh, Mr. Charles, sir, she's been carrying our most awful just now.
That's enough, Elizabeth.You may go now.
well now just what in the world is all this about?suppose you tell me just what's going to happen to dear Aunt Mary.
Charles what do you plan to be doing Friday evening?
Friday evening?well as a matter of fact the Ewing's asked me to go in and play bridge.but if you'd rather I stayed at home.
no no Charles actually I prefer to be alone.
you know I think I'll have mr. Hopkinson send me the will.I want to find out about the request to Elizabeth. It's either fifty or a hundred pounds.The rest, dear Charles, of course goes to you.
Yes, dear Aunt Mary.Whatever you say.Friday evening, I'd picked that night because I knew it was Elizabeth's night off, and I wanted to be sure there was no one about.
Friday evening, at eight o'clock, I drove away, waited for an hour to elapse, then slipped back into the house. I looked through the crack in the door and saw Aunt Mary sitting in the high-backed chair beside the radio.
As I listened, the nine o'clock news ended and a program of music was about to begin.It was a quarter past nine.Fifteen minutes till the appointed time for the arrival of the dead Patrick.This time I did not touch the microphone.
I went upstairs, opened a comfort chest of old clothes in the spare room, took a tube of spirit gum from my pocket and bent forward intently in front of a mirror.
Sharp on the instant of half past nine, there was a fumbling at the outer door of the house.And the front door slowly opened.And then there were slow, halting footsteps along the short hall to the sitting room, where an old woman waited.
And then the sitting room door opened. The time has come, Mary.
My practical joke had worked to perfection. Aunt Mary's poor old heart couldn't stand the strain of seeing her dead husband, Patrick, arrive in person to carry her off into the spirit world.
I stepped over the body, which had fallen dangerously near the burning fire in the grate.
I took the poker and thrust some folds of paper that were lying in the ash into the fire to bring up a blaze, and in the blaze burned the false beard and side whiskers.I detached the wire affixed into the radio and took wire and microphone upstairs.
I undressed and replaced Uncle Patrick's old-fashioned suit of clothes in the camphor chest in the spare room where I'd found it.Then I dressed again and went off to play bridge at the Ewings.
Two days later... This is Mrs. Harter's... I mean this was Mrs. Harter's residence. oh just a moment.it's mr. Jepson sir.
all right I'll take it.you may go Elizabeth.
Ridgeway here.anything wrong?
not yet.I just wanted you to know that I read about it in the Daily Standard Ridgeway.
a pity about poor dear Aunt Mary don't you think mr. Jepson?
a pity?and let me remind you you have one week left
I haven't forgotten.Once the newspapers announce my inheritance of 40,000 pounds, I'll have no difficulty borrowing.And then I'll pay up.
Only remember this, Ridgway.You don't pay up and I send you to the same place you sent to your Aunt Mary.You understand?
Or maybe it wouldn't be quite the same place, Ridgway, now that you've got murder on your soul.Understand?I understand, Mr. Jebson. And then, that evening, Dr. Manel came to the house.
I really did think you'd want to see this.You say Elizabeth brought it to you?Yes.She said it was one of Mrs. Harter's last requests that she do so.
As a matter of fact, I do seem to remember... Yes, and I do recall seeing her give Elizabeth some such envelope as that.You've read the content?That's what's queer.Here, suppose you have a look for yourself.All right.
Tonight, Wednesday at 9.15, I have distinctly heard the voice of my dead husband.He told me that he would come for me on Friday night at 9.30.
If I should die on that day and at that hour, I should like the facts made known so as to prove beyond question the possibility of communicating with the spirit world.Mary Harter.
What do you make of it? I hardly know.It's a coincidence, to say the least.She did die at nearly that very hour, 9.30 Friday night.But I don't understand.In the circumstances, an autopsy is desirable, you understand, purely as a matter of form.
Why not?Of course, everything must be done according to form.What's the matter with you, Charles?Have you lost your sense of humor?Finally, five days later.
Mr. Hopkinson is here to see you, sir.
Thank you, Elizabeth.That'll be all.
Good morning, Mr. Ridgway.A frightful morning.Mr. Hopkinson, about Mrs. Harter's, uh, my aunt's, uh, will...
I did not quite understand your insistent messages to me, Mr. Ridgeway.You seem to be under the impression the late Mrs. Harter's will was in our keeping.Why, yes.I've often heard my aunt say as much.Oh, quite, dear.Quite so.It was in our keeping.
Was?That is what I said.Mrs. Harter wrote to us, however, asking that it be forwarded to her.There seemed to be some haste to the matter.At any rate, we got it out to her at once.She would have received it on... friday the day of her death.
i do seem to remember her making mention of it.something about the bequest to elizabeth.she wanted to check the amount.it must be about the house somewhere then.
elizabeth has been through mrs harter's personal effects i believe.yes just a moment i'll call her.elizabeth.
elizabeth come here a moment please.
elizabeth when you went through mrs harter's things was her will among them?
yes sir. You see, I know what it looked like.The poor mistress had it in her hand the very evening of her death when she sent me out.
You're... you're sure of that?
Oh, yes, sir.She pointed out that about the 50 pounds to me, sir.She said that she told you to give me the other 50 pounds.Not that I mentioned it to press you, sir.
No, no, no, no, of course not.
The wheel was in a long blue envelope, sir.
The same blue envelope, Mr. Charles, sir, was lying on the radio table by her chair the morning. The morning after?But empty, sir.
It was the envelope in which I dispatched the will to your aunt, Mr. Ridgway.Mr. Ridgway, was there a fire in the grate on Friday evening?Yes, of course.I see.What are you driving at, Hopkinson?
I'm afraid, Mr. Ridgway, only one conclusion is possible.Your aunt sent for her will in order to destroy it.What?Yes, Mr. Ridgway.
You had no disagreement with your aunt, Mr. Ridgeway?
Not at all.We were on the most affectionate terms right up to the end.
Of course.Quite.Mr. Ridgeway, you will understand.Under the circumstances, we were obliged to investigate.Investigate?What do you mean?It happens that there is a former will of Mrs. Harter still extant.
By it, Mrs. Harter leaves everything to her niece, to your cousin, Miriam.To Miriam? Yes, but... As for the more recent will sent by me before her death to Mrs. Harter, it must have been burned in the grate.Burned?The will was burned?
Mr. Charles, can I get you something?
No.No, I'll be all right.You may go, Elizabeth.
I'll run along too, Mr. Ridgeway, if there is nothing further.No, I'll telephone.Quite.And yet there would seem to be little use for that. we've notified your cousin Miriam of her inheritance.
as a matter of fact I'm surprised you didn't know all this yourself.you see we sent word round to the press yesterday.well good day mr. Whitway.
I remembered some folds of paper that I thrust into the fire to make it blaze up and burn the false beard and side whiskers with which I'd frightened an old lady to death.
And then I remembered something falling, a paper, a will, from an old woman's fingers as she stood frozen in terror too near the fire.I saw the fire again consuming something, consuming the will. Oh, my cleverness!
Your maid said you weren't in, but I thought she was lying.I don't like liars, Ridgway.Mr. Jepson... I read the papers.I read who's going to inherit your aunt's money.I don't like liars.But I did think I was going to inherit, or...
Oh, why would I have killed her?You killed her?Of course.Oh, so you did kill her.How many times do you want me to say it?I believe that'll do.All right, Inspector.That's what I wanted you to hear.Come in.What?
And bring in the maid, too.
That was very clever of you, Mr. Jebson.I must confess, I had my doubts.Now, Mr. Ridgway, you'd better come along.But I was only joking.Young woman.
You heard Mr. Ridgway say he killed his aunt?
I did, sir, but he must have been joking.
Never mind, that's enough.By the way, Mr. Ridgway, you'll be interested to know, and I'm sure that we checked with Dr. Minnell on the autopsy.According to his report, your aunt's heart was so weak, she could not have lived another month.
What are you laughing at?That's your joke, old man.Your joke. Yes.It is funny, isn't it?Very funny.
Thank you, James Mason and Pamela Colino, for a splendid performance.Now, Harlow Wilcox.
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Now, here again is... James Mason and wife... Pamela Colino.I hope you both enjoyed being on suspense tonight, and especially you, Mrs. Mason, even though the part of Elizabeth was small.
Oh, yes, it was a lot of fun. You see, James and I learned a long time ago that it's not how loud the part is, but how much fun you have playing it.
Besides, next time, Tony Leder has promised to find a script for me, in which James can play a butler or a cat or something.
How about that, Miss Mason?I'm looking forward to it.And we're looking forward, too, to next week, when Joan Fontaine will star in The Lovebirds, another gripping study in... Suspense!
James Mason and Pamela Colino have just completed the book, The Cats in Our Lives.Tonight's suspense play was adapted from the Agatha Christie story by William Fifield.Music was composed by Lucian Morawieck and conducted by Lud Gluskin.
The entire production was under the direction of Anton M. Leder.Now here is great news.Beginning March 1st, suspense on television may be seen in many areas of the country, Tuesdays at 9.30 p.m.Eastern Time.
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I will begin by reading to you a recent newspaper cutting about myself.It has a bearing upon the story I'm about to tell you.Please listen.
The recent retirement of Sir William Brent from the English criminal investigation has given great joy to all the lawbreakers in our land. For more than two decades, Sir William has terrorized the underworld.
The ex-head of the English criminal investigation has been the scourge of thieves and murderers.In but one single solitary instance has he been known to confess defeat or to express dissatisfaction with the outcome of his prosecution.
This was the now-famous Bedford murder case. That news item was written by Arthur Grange, a reporter who had been covering crime trials for years and whom I knew very well indeed.I had not, of course, given up the Bedford case.That, too, is now over.
But that the case should be resolved as it was, no one on earth could have foreseen.I'd already made my arrangements with May Wakefield and, of course, with Bedford.Arthur Grange's call came on Wednesday.
I just received your wire.
Well, I am scheduled to go up to Woodsbury on Friday and dine with my sister.How important is this dinner?
I don't think you will ever forget it as long as you live.
Isn't Turret House the place where Bedford murdered his aunt?
Will you be here, Arthur?
You make it sound so mysterious.
Yes, I think you should, Arthur.Good night. It rained all day Friday, and by evening, a gusty November wind began to drive the rain hard against the exposed wall of Turret House.This mansion is a huge red brick, ugly product of Queen Victoria's time.
It did not stand gracefully, but squatted at the back of a private road, almost hidden from view by several dripping pine trees. the neighborhood was in decline.its best days were over.perhaps mine were too I thought as I came down the stairs.
but after tonight it won't matter.
ah good evening mr. Payne.
hello Lane.last night is good sir.it's miserable.not much warmer in here. There's a fire in the library.How are you, Sir William?Quite well, Arthur.What made you move into this drafty old dungeon?
I don't live here.It's my temporary quarters.I still live over there in the West End.And here is Miss Stone, Miss Roberta Stone.This is Mr. Arthur Grange.Pleased to meet you.
Roberta is the famous mystery story writer.Oh, yes.I've read your books and enjoyed them.
Perhaps you can tell me, Miss Stone, what mysterious event is going to take place here this evening.I was told to come armed.
He told me the same thing.Here's my gun.I've never fired this monstrous ugly thing in all my life.
You're pointing it at me, Roberta.It's not at all polite.
This house, Roberta, was the scene of a particularly unpleasant crime, as Mr. Grange can tell you.Oh, yes.In this very house, John Bedford murdered his aunt, Miss Martha Ferguson.
Oh, how nice.Mr. Bedford couldn't have picked a more ideal place.
Sir William, you must tell us what you're up to.We'll have a drink first, and then I'll tell you both all about it. Lane, will you serve the drinks?Yes, sir.Good.Now I can tell you that tonight I am going to close the Bedford case.Thank you, Lane.
You're going to close the Bedford case tonight?Let me give you the facts in an orderly fashion.I never arrested John Bedford for the murder of his aunt, Miss Ferguson, for two reasons.First, he had an absolute and perfect alibi.
Arresting him would only be a waste of time and money.And secondly, according to English law, a man discharged can never be arrested again on the same murder charge.
What's going to happen tonight?
In a short while, John Bedford will be here to dine with us.And, oh yes, his victim, Miss Ferguson.You mean Miss Ferguson wasn't actually murdered?Miss Ferguson is most thoroughly dead and has been dead for years.
You're going to have the body of old Miss Ferguson here while we... Please don't anticipate me.
As you both know, I've never lost a case except the Bedford murder.I'm an egotist.I've resigned from the criminal investigation for the sole reason of trapping John Bedford.Well, I must say you have a great amount of patience, Sir William.
Yes, I am infinitely patient.For three years I've been planning for this night.This is a moment of considerable triumph for me.
I wanted to have some witnesses, a writer who will record this event, and an admirer who will appreciate the skill with which I will bring a notorious murderer to his proper end.
I have an uncanny feeling that this is going to be gruesome.
Come.You'd be ashamed to run away, wouldn't you?I'll stay, of course.
So will I, as long as I have my weapon.
Splendid.But before I tell you about my diabolical scheme, let me first acquaint Roberta with the details of the murder. I think I can recreate the circumstances for you quite accurately.Very well, then.Exactly three years ago tonight... Hilda?
Oh, where is that foolish maid?Never around.Yes, Miss Ferguson.Why don't you answer when I call?I was in the kitchen, ma'am.It's after ten o'clock.You should be on your way home.
I was just about to leave.Has my nephew called?No, ma'am.Mr. Bedford hasn't called since yesterday.I told him he couldn't come here anymore.Just like you told me.
I don't ever want to see him again.He's no good, an evil man who will come to an evil end. You're never to let him in here, Hilda.He won't ever come in this house.
Now you'd better run along and make sure all the doors are bolted before you leave.Yes, ma'am.Good night, Miss Ferguson.Good night, Hilda.Oh, pity about my nephew John.Such a pity about him.
Who's there?Who is it?It's John, Aunt Martha.Your own affectionate nephew.
What are you doing in my house?
You're not at all pleased to see me.You're only living relative, too.
I'd like you to leave at once, or I'll call the police.
Well, I'd rather not, auntie.I won't ever talk with you.
You don't want to talk to me.All you want is my money.
You're putting the whole subject on a very vulgar level.
You've had all the money you will ever get out of me.You won't get tuppence after I die.And it may interest you to know that I'm changing my will tomorrow.
You're wearing gloves that... Yes, auntie. Keep away from me!
Oh, no, you're an old woman, Auntie.All that money's no good for you.You can't ever use it, but to me, money is life.And you're going to die soon anyway.No!No, you're not going to do that!Oh, yes, Auntie, I am, and I'd be doing you a favor.
You're old and ill and lonely.Help!
Please, not screaming, Auntie.I'm sick.
And don't you worry, auntie.We'll have a fine funeral for you.
That's pretty much the way old Miss Ferguson was murdered.Her maid, Hilda, found the body the next morning.I immediately went to work on the case.All the evidence pointed to John Bedford.He almost admitted it himself.
I had him brought to my office for questioning.
How do you do, Sir William?
Oh, hello.Please come in.Thank you.Cigarette?Thank you.Well, how does it feel to kill your aunt?
May I have a light, please?
I wouldn't know, Sir William.You see, I never killed anyone.Have you?
Yes, I've shot and killed lawbreakers who try to get away. And I've sent many of them to the gallows.
What was your relationship to your aunt?
Very amusing.She didn't like you, did she?
I'm a truthful man, she didn't.She thought I was a spendthrift and a parasite.She was quite right.
Where were you on the night of the murder?
In jail.I'd drunk a little too much and got into a bit of a tiff with the police.
Quite a fact.Now, it was hardly possible for me to be in jail and kill my aunt at the same time.
Unless, of course, my aunt came into my cell and allowed me to murder her, after which she walked back to Turret House as a ghost, dragging her body behind her.
Don't you think you ought to check my story?
I already have.You're a skillful fellow.
Why don't you arrest me then, sir?
I have time and patience.Oh, you'd better work fast.By the time you get round to me, I'll have spent all of my aunt's beautiful money.
It's not her money I'm after.It's your life.Your beautiful life, Mr. Bedford.Good day.Yes, and tonight I shall have him. Tonight, in your presence, he will commit that murder again.And this time, I shall arrest him for it.
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That's how matters stood.I refused to let my men arrest him.But how in the world could he have murdered his aunt while he was in jail?
Well, he might have bribed the prison guard to let him out for an hour.
You're right, Roberta.I believe that's exactly what he did.Unfortunately, the guard in question died of pneumonia soon afterwards and left us no further source of evidence.
Well, as far as I can see, Sir William, you haven't a leg to stand on.You can't touch Bedford.
Every man, particularly a criminal, has an Achilles' heel.I sat down at my desk and plotted him out on paper. I decided I didn't know enough about him, his personal habits, his real character.So a month ago, I went to visit him.
Sir William, what a surprise.Won't you invite me in?Oh, of course, sir.Please come in.Thank you, Mr. Bedford.
Well, I'm really honored to have the great man pay me a visit. You're not after any more clues, I hope.It does get rather tedious.Oh, no.No, not at all.I know when I'm beaten.I don't want to appear smug, sir, but everyone has his war to lose.
Would you have a drink, sir?
Thank you.I don't know whether you've heard that I have resigned from the criminal investigation.I'm a private citizen now.
Oh, yes, I heard something about that.I couldn't believe it.
Oh, it wasn't my love for justice that made me pursue my profession with such tenacity and success.With the sole exception of your case, of course.It was a game of skill with me, my wits against all comers.
I lost in your case, but then we all have to lose sometimes, don't we?
I don't believe you, Sir William.You're still out to get me.There isn't much chance, is there?I'm afraid not, Sir William.I've kept out of trouble so far, knock on wood. I had no idea you were superstitious, Mr. Benson.
A sophisticate like you?Oh, it's just a habit.Ever since I was a child.I see.Before I go, there's just one thing.I noticed in the papers that you're looking for a tenant for a carried house.Why, yes, I am.
I'd like to rent it.The scene of the crime?Of course, why not?There's no harm in it.As a matter of fact, it's perfect. And what's more, I'll let you have it very cheaply, for old time's sake.
I saw Bedford frequently.Our acquaintance developed into friendship.An armed friendship, of course.He knew I was out to get him, and I wanted him to know that. But he was so pleased, so vain that he bested me, that it gave him delight to see me.
And that's how I got to know him pretty well.Fundamentally, he's superstitious and afraid.He's uncomfortable in the dark.He's an insomniac.He finds himself utterly unable to read horror novels.
His sneering self-assurance is a mask for a nature that's subject to deathly fears. Well, tonight is the anniversary of the murder, and tonight Mr. Bedford dines with us at 8 o'clock.I asked you two to be here early so that we could have a talk.
It's nearly 8 now.Now, this is the plan.You both know May Wakefield?
Shakespearean May Wakefield?Oh, yes.
Wonderful.The greatest Lady Macbeth I ever saw.
That's right.Now, during dinner, she will enter the room in the precise likeness of Miss Ferguson, the murdered woman.We, of course, will pretend not to see her.We'll remain outwardly unconscious of her. Only Bedford will be aware of her presence.
Hamlet, the play's the thing.
Exactly.Now, during dinner, the electric light will be switched off at the main, and candles will be lit.We must have the correct atmosphere.You understand now?You are not to see Miss Wakefield.She doesn't exist for us.Is that clear?
I'll look right through her.That will be Bedford. Ah, my dear Mr. Bedford.Good of you to come in this weather.I never miss a meeting with you, Sir William.Oh, Lane, will you take Mr. Bedford's things?Yes.Miserable weather.Oh, indeed.
This way to the dining room.Thank you.
Almost forgot my way around in this ugly old place.
Perhaps you have unpleasant memories associated with Turret House.
John Bradford looked us over with his characteristic arrogance and superiority.I made the proper introductions and then we all sat down to dinner.
Is it still... Is it still nasty outside, Mr... Oh, it's getting worse.
Looks as if we're in for a few days of this weather.Too bad.I was thinking of doing some riding tomorrow.
It's excellent.Oh, yes, Sir William.Your cook is to be congratulated.The soup is a masterpiece.
Poor Alice.She's been my cook for over 20 years, but she's given me notice.Absolutely refuses to stay here any longer.Why? She says this house is haunted.Roberta, this might make an interesting story for you.You should speak to her.
She can give you a detailed description of the ghost. Alice swears that she's seen the figure of an elderly woman with finger marks on her throat, walking about the house.
Oh, come now, Sir William.This is just too good.Such an obvious attempt to frighten me.Sir William is convinced that I murdered my aunt.No, please, Sir William, a little more subtlety.Surely I deserve it.
Perhaps the cook did see the figure.
It might interest you to know, Mr. Bedford, that I don't believe in ghosts.And I'm sure my cook never saw this elderly figure, except in her frightened imagination.
I am afraid, sir, that your little attempt did not work.But I must admire your graceful acknowledgment of its failure.I suppose I should give up plaguing you, shouldn't I?Oh, no, no, Sir William, never give up.
I may have a weak spot somewhere you never can tell.If at first you don't succeed, you'll know.
Do you live far from here, Mr. Bedford?
Thank you, Miss Stone.There's really no need to change the subject.I hope you find this game as amusing as I do.I saw a very exciting play last night.The Haymarket.Excuse me a moment.It's really fearfully hot in here.
Do you mind, Sir William, if we get a little fresh air?I'm sorry.It is stuffy in here.Elaine, open one of the windows, please.
Yes, I don't know how we will ever get home.
I can't stand this weather myself.I think I'll go to the Riviera next week.I'm always so... Oh.
Lane, what on earth's wrong with the lights?I don't know, sir.Well, don't stand around.Fetch some candles.We can't sit here in the darkness.And get the chauffeur.He knows something about electric lights.I'll call the chauffeur right away, sir.
I'm terribly sorry about this.We've had trouble with the wiring before.We'll have it fixed up in a few minutes.Let's get on with our dinner.Have some more wine, Mr. Bedford. Had enough, thank you.It was a tense moment.I looked at Roberta and Arthur.
They were both pale and uneasy, and so was Bedford for all his poise.I believe that the only calm person in the room was myself.
Oh, Mr. Bedford, you were saying something about visiting the Riviera.It must be lovely at this time of year.
It is.I've been there before, you know.What's the matter, Mr. Bedford? Nothing.Nothing at all.I wish we could have some more light.
It's rather difficult to see.I'm really terribly sorry.This had to happen just at dinner.Please have a little more wine, Mr. Bedford.
The figure of a woman had entered the room.She'd come in silently, like a ghost.It was done so softly, so skillfully, that her presence seemed completely unreal.It was a superb entrance. We all saw her, but we made no sign of recognition.
In the dim candlelight, she looked ghastly.It was an incredible piece of makeup.Bedford looked at all of us, to see if we'd seen the figure standing a few feet away from him.But we ate our dinner calmly.
He looked again, shook his head, and then gulped the wine in front of him.
Don't let him see anything.
Say what, Mr. Bedford?You'll know perfectly well what.There she is, just as pleased.What's got into you, Bedford?It's my aunt.My aunt!Perhaps you've had too much wine.Your aunt is dead.You're not seeing ghosts, I hope?Yes.
Oh, yes, that's it.I drink too much.
I'm not used to drinking.Yes, yes, of course.She's coming towards me.Calm yourself, Bedford.I've never seen you like this.There's no one else here.Do you see anyone, Roberta?
No.No, I don't see anyone.
No, neither do I. I can't stand it!
You're not wearing gloves today, John.She's real.
Can't you hear her?She's touched me.She's touched me.She's gone to the door.She won't let me out.I'm an old woman.Money is no good for me.I'm lonely, John.Let me by, Aunt Martha.Out of my way.
Get away from that door or I'll murder you again!Do you hear that, Martha?I'll kill you again, you old witch!
Please let me go!All right, switch on the lights.Officer Graham, come out.Arrest him.You heard his confession.Sir, I did.Put the handcuffs on him.I've got him, sir.Well, Bedford.
It seems that I've finally caught up with her.
I'll kill her again.I'll kill her again.I'll kill her again.
That wasn't your aunt.That was May Wakefield, the actress.
I'll kill her again.I'll kill her again.
He's in a state of shock.
Well, let's continue our dinner.I'm sorry for this interruption.
You don't think I want to eat anymore?
Now, don't be squeamish, Roberta.We must celebrate my final case.It's been a long job, but it ended just as I knew it must.I'm most grateful to the both of you for your help.It was a little grim for me.
That was the finest piece of acting I've ever seen.May Wakefield certainly knew her part.
We must congratulate her.She almost convinced me.She must have removed her makeup by now.Elaine?Oh, yes. Tell Miss Wakefield to come down and join us.We have a fine dinner waiting for her.
Excuse me, sir, but this telegram came a little while ago.I didn't want to disturb you during dinner.Let me have it.
Why, Sir William, is anything wrong?
I'll read it to you.Extremely sorry.Severe influenza makes it impossible for me to leave my bed tonight. What will tomorrow night do?Signed, May Wakefield.
Lord help us.If it wasn't May Wakefield, who was it?
I did not answer.I looked at the staring faces of Roberta and Arthur, and then I turned away. A vein in my temple began to throb.I put my hand to it, and it stopped.
I... I think I'll have some wine.
No.Lane.Yes, sir?Fetch a bottle of brandy and pour three stiff drinks.Better make it four.I think you need one, too.
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One relating to the evidence against Peter Marriott, the other against a criminal known only as the Squire.Concerning Peter Marriott, we are in possession of a number of facts.
Some we gained through our own investigations, others through interested parties. Concerning the squire, we know a good deal less.That for some five years he committed jewel thefts amounting to half a million pounds is common knowledge.
That at no time until the end did we find one scrap of evidence is further stated in the file.The question that the yard has not been able to satisfactorily answer is whether Peter Marriott and the squire are one and the same.
The case is a mathematical fantasy.For example, we know that Peter Marriott attended a shooting party in West Riding as the guest of Sir Leslie and Lady Banbridge.We know the gist of what transpired, but was the squire present at that time?
Good shooting, Marius.Thank you, sir.Blessed if I know how you do it.Every time I get a shot at them, those drinking parties seem to know it's me.It's just bad luck, sir.It'll get better.But they do, you know.They fly off screaming with laughter.
Here's your old band-aid.Come on, you chaps.Nothing to worry about.
Really, sir.Oh, well, perhaps tomorrow.I'm for a drink.Right, sir.
By the way, do you mean to ask for everything you've got here? It keeps slipping my mind.Anything new in London about that Squire chap?
I don't think so, sir.Not since his last haul.You've heard about him up here, too, eh?Who doesn't hear about him?It's a disgrace, I tell you.I've written a letter to the Times.Parliament should do something.I understand Scotland Yard's up a tree.
Ah, bunglers.Not like the old days.Catch the man and give him a horse whipping.
Then send him to Dartmoor.That's what we would have done.They say he's quite clever.Clever?Nonsense. Tables are making a hero of the blighter.The squire.Impudent squire.
Ha!Rather not a gentleman.Just a blasted little jewel thief.I don't imagine the Honorable Percy Pindell considers him little.Oh, yes, that was the last one, wasn't it?According to the paper, twenty thousand pounds.
An emerald necklace and two diamond rings.Percy's a fool.I always told him so, too.A child could have opened that safe of his. I'd like to see this squire try his game with me.
Be a different story, I can tell you.I imagine that it would.By the way, didn't you tell me that you used to dabble in the diamond market?A few years ago, sir.Nothing much.
This evening, I must show you one or two nice little things I bought Lady Pamela in Italy.I'd love to see them, sir.
Two days after the shooting party, Sir Leslie Banbridge reported that jewels amounting to the sum of £8,000 had been stolen from his safe.It was the Squire's work.No Prince, just the unmistakable methods that had tantalised us for five years.
At that time, there was no more reason to suspect Peter Marriott than the other 18 guests, all of whom had seen the jewels in question.We know now that there was a girl in Peter Marriott's life.
A girl whom we felt to be a rather odd acquaintance for a man in his position.
Where have you been?Thought you was coming by last week.
Honestly.I, uh... I brought you a present.
I've missed you. Forgiven?
Don't I always give us a kiss?Well, you have missed me, haven't you?Where's the present?
Oh, Peter.Oh, it's lovely.Thanks ever so.Is it real?
Absolutely.You couldn't find a better ruby anywhere.
Take my word for it.It is.
Oh, lovely.You shouldn't have, though.Must have cost a packet.
You're my girl, aren't you?Look, you see this parcel I've got here?Will you keep this for me, just for a little while?
Nothing important.You don't have to open it.
As a matter of fact, it's like the other parcel I gave you a few months ago.
You'll get in trouble one of these days, you will. I don't believe you.I bet there's art pictures in there.
What do you really do?I mean, for a living?
I've told you, nothing very much.Stock exchange.I have some money.Why?
I think maybe you're a bit shady.
Is it?What makes it so odd?Why don't you ever take me nowhere?Why do you always have to meet here?Never go dancing or nothing.
No, it ain't.You're ashamed of me because I'm not swell like you.
Ginny, it isn't that.It's only that I want to be with you alone.What do you want me to say, then?
I don't know.There's something funny about you.
A man was here the other day.
A man?Who?What do you mean?
Oh, so there is something.
He was just asking about the gent what visited me last time. That was you, Peter.
I told him I wasn't in the habit of gassing the strangers, and to half it.
Look here, I don't like the way you're talking, like a ruddy copper.I don't think I'm going to tell you anything.
I'm sorry, Ginny.Please, go on.
No, I don't feel like it.
Now look, I've got to know.It's important.
Well, dial 999, ask the police.
I think you'd better tell me.
What did he look like?Jenny?
Well, he was your height, maybe a little thinner, with black hair.
I don't know.All right, I suppose.Grey overcoat, bowler.He wasn't a copper, I don't think, if that's what you're worrying about.Too polite.
No.Said he was a friend of yours from abroad.Said when I saw you to say something about Cannondale. And you'd know what he meant.It can't be.
Immediately following the Banbridge robbery, the Squire was inactive.We kept an eye out for the stolen jewels, but as in the past, there was no sign of them.However, we learnt one interesting fact.
that Peter Marriott had attended several parties given by victims of the squire.Although it was a very slight chance and quite possibly coincidental, we felt it advisable to assign a plainclothesman to watch him.
On September 7th, 1949, the detective made his routine report.
Followed suspect to Lion's Tea Shop, Notting Hill Gate.He sat at a corner table, alone.Five minutes later was joined by another man. was unable to hear the conversation.
Hello, Peter Marriott.Hello.
Sit down.I don't think I'd have recognized you.You've had quite a job done on your face, haven't you?Yes.Well, rather like old times, hmm?What happened?I thought you... No, not now, my dear fellow.It's a long story.Don't worry, you'll hear about it.
How long have you been in London?Oh, ages.Nearly six years.Funny you took so long getting in touch.Isn't it?You look prosperous, I must say.
So do you.I suppose that girl told you I'd been inquiring.Yes.I thought it best to make sure one doesn't want to make mistakes, does one?
Look here, get to the point.What do you want?Oh, same dear fellow, aren't you?All right. First, what about my name?I thought you were dead.No harm there.You know, I couldn't use my own name after I left Canada.Yes, but my dear fellow, Peter Marriott.
Well, there can't be two of us, you know.Why not?
Well, because when I found out five years ago that you were calling yourself that, I had to change my name to something else.
Well?Well, now I think I want my own back.You can have it.There must be more than a few Peter Marriotts in the world.Definitely.
But we're special, you and I.
Very special.Go on.You see, I've been reading a lot about you.You're quite a top.Races, hunt falls and all that.Oh yes, I followed you very closely.
You can be of great help to me, old man.Great help indeed.What's the game?We can do business together.Just like old times.I don't think so.But I do.You and I. And the squad.
For the next month, well into October, Peter Marriott as a suspect became a dud.He led an exemplary life, and we began to feel that once again we'd made a mistake.He attended several parties, and no robbery attempts followed.
However, it was two days after a ball given by a wealthy sportsman that our detective assigned to Marriott made his report.
October 28th.Suspect left his flat 5.30pm. and walked towards Tube Station.Followed, but lost him.Cannot be certain whether this move was purposeful or not on his part.Is that the house?
Yes.Well, you're not going to drive up to it, are you?
Okay, I didn't ask you to come along, you know.
Well, I suppose you know what you're doing.You can stay here.There are lights on in there.Seven squarters. What do I say if a bobby comes along?See that switch under the dash?Flick it.Then step on the starter.
The motor won't catch.You can say you're having motor trouble.All right.
Come on.Did you get it?Come on.She won't catch.The ignition, you bloody fool.Did you get it?
You don't think I went in there for a cup of tea, do you?Of course I got it.
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Once again, the squire had struck, this time to the tune of 14,000 pounds in Oriental jewels.Once again, the resources of Scotland Yard were unable to discover one shred of evidence.
It was useless to bring Peter Marriott in for questioning, because we had no proof of his complicity.
There was nothing to do but intensify our surveillance, and hope that a piece of the stolen jewellery would turn up, or that one of our informers would uncover something.
On November 26, 1949, Marriott drove down to Kent and the estate of Lord Simon Leadington.Again, we had no knowledge of the conversation that took place during that visit.I say, Joan.
Hello.Just running over to Paddock Wood.Want to come?
Nervous.Too much for me last night.
Take an aspirin.You'll need it for tonight.
If I have one more hot buttered rum, I'll die.
Not you, Peter.I say, Daddy was furious with me this morning.Oh?
Well, for behaving the way I did with you.
He saw us kissing in the playroom.Said I had no right to lead you on.That you were a very nice young man and deserved a better fate.
His lordship is a discerning man.
What were you doing in the library this morning?
Well, I saw you looking at the safe, just like a burglar.Very suspicious.
Rubbish.Probably nothing in it, anyway.Besides, no self-respecting cracksman would touch a thing like that.It's too easy to open.I bet the squire would.The rank amateur.He learned everything from me.
Do you want anything in the village?
Drop me at a pillar box.I've got a couple of cards to post.
Right.I'll meet you in half an hour outside the cinema.
Our man followed Marriott when he left Lady Joan Leddington's car in Paddock Wood.He posted two cards, then strolled down the road to the Hotel Rackham.He entered there and went into the tavern.Our man remained outside.
What'll you have, sir?Double scotch.Johnny Walker, sir?All right.Riot Cheerwire, sir?
Bit of pre-Christmas cheer, huh? I don't like this.
Outside.See, in the mirror?I think it's a man from the yard.
I've noticed him hanging about.That won't do at all.What does it look like in the house?The devil should I know.Give me time, can't you?A bit touchy, aren't you?My dear old boy, in this business, one can't get nervy.You ought to know that.
You should have stayed in London.No, it's better this way.We can keep an eye on one another, hmm?Oh, that's not buck you up.
On November 30th, Marriott returned to London.We had an idea that he'd contacted someone in Rackham Hotel Tavern.Possibly the elusive stranger we knew to be meeting Marriott from time to time.In any event, we kept a man at Paddock Wood.
No attempt was made during the next three weeks upon Lord Lettington's house, and we could do nothing but wait.On December 21st, it was noted that Peter Marriott visited Virginia Hibbert in Hammersmith at a late hour.
You really have no consideration for me at all, really.You haven't a fine time of night to come calling.
I'm sorry, Ginny, but I had to talk to you.
Please listen.I may have to go away. I may not be able to see you again.
Sometimes I haven't been kind, but I've always known that I could trust you.It hasn't just been making use of you.
Ginny, that man who came to ask you about me... Has he got something to do with it?Yes.
I knew him a long time ago in Canada.
One night there was a game, a poker game.It ended in a fight.My face was badly slashed and I... I shot a man.
I ran away and a doctor did a plastic surgery job on my face.I changed my name too.
The bloke who came back, is he the one you... No, no, no.
The man I shot was a minor.The fellow who came back was the one I worked with.
I thought he'd been killed in the fight.
Now you see why I was afraid when you told me about him. He knows about that man that I killed.
The dirty rotter blackmailing you, eh?
Yes, that's right, Ginny.I'm going to have to do something about it.The police are following me.
So, you see, I can't let this thing go on.There's some money in here.I want you to take it.
You don't have to do that.You've treated me all right.I don't want your money.I don't want you to go away.
It's for you.There's a thousand pounds here.
Take it, Ginny, and get out of London.Go to some nice little town and get married.
No! I want to be with you.Take me with you.I could learn to be a lady.Honest, I'd try.
You are.Don't worry about that, dear Ginny.
Don't go, Peter.Don't go, please.
Maybe I'll come back.And if I do, I'll look for you.
On the morning of December 22nd, 1949, our file on Peter Marriott was still inconclusive.He was a strong suspect, but there was the other man whom we knew he had seen from time to time.There was now the possibility that he was the squire.
We expected an attempt on Lord Lettington's house and kept our detective in Paddock Wood. That same night, on the 22nd, Lord Lettington's safe was opened and a large amount of currency, as well as jewelry, was stolen.
The plainclothesman we'd left to guard the estate was later found unconscious in some bushes.
You were an idiot to come back to the hotel.They'll be looking for you.
Quite a haul.I like the paper best.Diamonds are prettier, but they're a bloody nuisance to get rid of. You won't have to worry about that anymore.Oh?I'm fed up.Things were all right with me before you showed up.But think how much nicer it is for me.
You've been such a help.I can do so much better business with you.It's finished.Oh, come on now.You'll do better after a drink.
We'll have to get away from here.At least you'll have to.I imagine half of Scotland Yard will be here soon.
What about that detective?
I put him out.He'll live.Not a very nice Christmas present, I'm afraid.
Ah, here we are.Cheers.I meant it, you know.About us.No.
No, you didn't.Because you wouldn't like people to know, would you?It doesn't matter.Oh, but it does.What do they do to murderers in Canada?Hang them?Or that delightful American system.Electricity.You're a fool.
Do you think I've spent these years getting where I have to allow you to come along and mug it up? You've had it too soft, Peter.You're spoiled.You're the one who's had it soft.I could talk, too.You know, I have an idea that you're threatening me.
That's not very healthy, is it?No.I shouldn't try it, Peter.Whatever you're thinking.
Turn around.Why?I don't want to shoot you in the back.
Is that what you're going to do?Kill me?
Don't do it, old boy.I have a gun, too.
I'll count three.One.I was always a better shot than you, remember?
Two.The last chance.Put down your gun.Three.
We found the body of Peter Marriott in the bedroom of the Hotel Rackham, Paddock Wood, Kent.He'd been shot once through the head, and the pistol lay by his side.The jewels stolen from Lord Leadington's safe were on the dressing table.
The currency was missing.However, there were one or two points still left unanswered.The gun was devoid of fingerprints.The deceased was not wearing gloves at the time his body was discovered.
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There are four of us on the raid.Murphy, Nolan, Pat outside waiting with the car and myself.So there's no need to be frightened, Johnny.It's been all planned months ago.Slow down.The safe will be open.It always is.
The wages clerk will be picking up the money.There's the office at the end of the hall.Slow down.Murphy looks frightened.I don't like the smell of this place.Here we go, boys.This is the one.This is the office. Take out the gun.
You, you, you two over there, get to the wall.Turn your face to it.All right, shut up.You as you're told.
It's open, it is.What did you expect?
Slow.Slow.We don't want any attention.Slow.There's the entrance.What a long way off it is.The sack's heavy.We've done it.We've done it.Don't get nervous now.20 steps, maybe 25.I can see the car.Good man, Pat.
We'll be away in a minute.
Come on, Johnny.Come on!Johnny!Why do you stop, Johnny?Down the steps, man.There's the car.Pat, Murphy, Nolan.
Come on!Come on!Stop, you!Johnny, look out behind you!He's got a gun!
Johnny!Mad he is and all.
I'm hurt.I'm hurt.Hurry, get to the car.There's an alarm.Hurry.I'm hurt.
He's hurt.Drag him in.Come on, Johnny.Get in, get in.Get in, get in.
Now I must get into the car.They're waiting for me.I can't.I can't.
Hold him on the running board.Go on, Pat.Go on.I can't get in.Hold on to me, boys.I'm hurt.Hold on to him.He's slipping.
This is a hard bet.And I'm waking up for a dream I have had.
No, something has happened to me.There was a car and Pat and Murphy and Nolan and... and... I've got to get away, catch up with them.
It hurts.Oh, it hurts.Johnny.
Johnny, are you all right?Look, he's dead.No, he is not.No.We'll have to carry him.
Listen to that man.There's no time.We can't leave him.Johnny.Oh, look at his poor arm.Oh, we'll never make it.Pat, back it up.
Pat, bring the car.Go on.Leave me be.Go on.No.No, Johnny.
There's no time.They'll all be out looking for us.We can't get away.
Leave me.Put me down.Run, Nolan.Go back to headquarters with Pat.Oh, no, no.
It'll be the end of you.We'll get through somehow.No, no.
Why doesn't Pat back it up?Do as I say.I'm John Farr.Get out of it.Oh, Johnny, no, no.I'm the chief.It's an order.All right.
Hold on to me, Johnny.There's a shelter across the road.You heard what I said, Murphy.Ah, the devil with you.I'm staying.
And the whistles and bells all around.It's a dream because I'm crossing the road with Murphy and there's people standing watching us.Then I am wounded.And it's not a dream because of the pain.I killed a man, that's how it was.And he wounded me.
So it's all up with me now.The police are coming.And it's all up with me and Murphy.
Hurry inside, Johnny, now, hurry.
It's dark in here.I'm hurt.I'm hurt.Yes, it's dark.Now rest for a bit, will you?Rest.
They're outside looking for us.Yes.I killed him.That was in self-defense.
He shot first.We got the money, didn't we?Aye, we got it. Nolan Patil have it safe.Now, let's have a look at that arm.
I can't feel it, but it hurts, Nolan.Yes, I know, I know.Hey, wait a minute.
I'll find a match.Does it look bad?It'll be all right.We'll have it all right.
I'm finished.It's all up with me.Dennis will be the next in command.You hear me?Dennis, and then you.
Johnny.Johnny, wake up, man.Johnny.
I can hear you, Murphy, but you'll have to come closer.Oh, I'd like to lay me down for a long sleep.I'm tired.
Tired.Wake up, Johnny.No.No, there's work to be done.
Fight.Johnny, can you hear me?
Johnny, I was so worried.
You'll have to go without me.No, I won't.
The pain is killing me, Murphy.I couldn't make it.
They'll have the whole police out.It was a killing.It's me or the organization.Leave help me, but we'll get you out.It's a waste.We haven't enough men, enough guns.Can you hold on, Johnny?Can you hold on if I go to Dennis and get some of the boys?
Don't do it.I'll find a doctor.I'll bring him here.No. No.
Get back here.Behind the crate.Quick.Switch on the torch.Right. Now, over there.Ah, they wouldn't have come in here.It's the cordon that'll be finding them when it starts to close in.Johnny Murdoch's the one who was wounded.
He's the one we want.You keep your eyes peeled, ma'am.There'll be a promotion this night.Get in.
Shut up!Oh, I'm sorry, Johnny.I am, I'm sorry.Now, will you listen to me? Are you listening, John?Now you keep yourself here.You'll be safe now.They'll search.Don't move.Something went wrong, Murphy.We had it planned.
I know, I know, but it doesn't matter now.Will you listen, man?The organization will have to lay low for a bit now.You know that.We'll pass the word.Things will quiet down.
All right, all right, but first we've got to think of you.I'm going to go out and bring help. I'll do it now.We'll get you away, but you mustn't move from here.What happened to Pat, Noren?Are they away?For the love of... I told you, Johnny.
I told you.What's that?Water there.Maybe someone got in the back.I dropped my gun at the mill.It's a rat!Murphy! Get it off me, Murphy.Shut up.Shut up.I can't.I hate rats.There's more of them.They'll come after you've gone.No, they won't, Johnny.
Now, easy, man.Here.There.Now you can beat them off with a stick.Now, do you hear me, Johnny?I'm going now.Stay where you are.
You will be all right in no time at all.
I wonder what will happen to Agnes.Agnes, with your hair so black and heavy, and the white of your skin.Agnes, and the secret lovely things of your nature.
I should, I should.But I'm married, you know.I'm married to the organization, so you'll never know. What am I doing here?
What's happening to me?I've never had such a nightmare before.I've got to get out of this.
I am finished now.The thing is killing me.I'm finished.
Johnny boy.Johnny murder.It's me.It's Shell.Are you hurt bad?Why don't you answer me?I've always been your friend, Johnny.Remember?Shell?Get out.Leave me be.Man, the police is looking for you, so they are. Oh, they're still in denial.
How did you get through the patrol?He's got to get out of my pub.Can't you see the look of him, Mr. Fancy?
The police will be here.They're everywhere tonight.He mustn't have Johnny Martha found in here.
It'll ruin me.So he wandered and he did.You can't help that.Think about Mr. Fancy.He's a prized creature.Worth thousands.A couple, anyway.You'd sell him?Oh, shell.He's wounded. The organization would get you for it, so they would.
They might and they might not.Who's to know?You are a foul little rat.Am I not?Now, which one of us will go to the police?Will it be you, Mr. Fancy, or will it be me?
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There is noise. And there's voices.And the pain hurts me eyes and my body.
I heard some talk.It was talk of the police.And I heard them that close to me that they might have been in the same room.But I couldn't see for the pain.
It won't be me we'll see the police left him tonight.Oh, then, Mr. Fancy.Nor you.Nor you.I want more trouble, but I'll not turn him in. He's just out with Tommy guns and all.It's a big sweep.Sooner or later they'll get him.But I won't do it, nor you.
Stay with him.I'll get whiskey.
Oh, for goodness sake.What's to become of you, Johnny boy?Well, you're not wrong for the joys of life, I'm thinking.In a lie, you're worth my fortune. Hi, Johnny, Johnny.I'm your friend.It is your friend, Shell.What can I do for you?
I was supposed to stay where I was.They're coming back for me.Murphy's bringing them.Dennis, Pat, Nolan, Seamus.I want to be where Murphy left me.
If it preserves the whole organization altogether, it'd be worth it.Where, Johnny? Where were you to be?Where's the place, man?I've got to get back.They'll be looking.They'll be trapped.Oh, dear, help us.You're in a desperate state.
You can't walk the streets.You can't.Listen to me, Johnny.Listen.I'll take you.You need someone.You couldn't move in the city alone.I'll take you.And I'm telling you straight.Do you hear me, Johnny? Let me help you out.I've got to get back.
Ah, so you have.Now, I'll take you.Now, rest on me, Johnny.We'll find him.Mr. Fancy.Careful now, Johnny.We'll go to the back way out.
What are you up to, Sheriff?
I told you... I'm sure I'm helping is all.He has to meet his friends to save him.Now, we're going out the back.Put your head out, Mr. Fancy, and see if the coast is clear.And get a pint.He'll need it.
Why am I cold again?The wind.
I don't want to walk anymore.
Shell.It's Shell, it is.No one trusts Shell.What am I doing with Shell?Where has he taken me?
You turn me in, you dirty... No, Johnny, no.I want to help, not Shell.Oh, dear helpers.Here.Now get a hold of this.Take a good pull.It'll give you strength.That's enough.You've had enough. Where are we going?Where?
Oh, sure, and you were going to tell me as soon as you could remember.Murph is coming back.Ah, that's right.
Where?Where will they be?
The shelter, the air raid shelter.
Back there?Oh, we're going the wrong way.Come on, Johnny boy, we'll go back.Ah, Cheryl will take care of you.
If I could run, if I could get away from the thing, the pain, I could leave it behind.
But I don't.It's wet, it is on my face.
I can feel it like snow.They said it would snow tonight.It is snow.I must rest.
Johnny, Johnny, come on.You can't rest here in the middle of the street.There's the police all about.They'll see you, sure.Johnny.I had a gun.What happened to my gun?Oh, merciful, he's raving.Johnny.Oh, there's people coming. Now we're done for.
You hear me, Johnny?I didn't give you up.You hear that?I tried.It's him.There he is.Oh, Murphy.It's me.It's Shell.I was trying to save the poor man, taking him to the shelter.He'd wandered in his delirium, he had.
Johnny, Johnny, it's Agnes.You'll be all right now.Dennis is bringing the car around.
I found him.Listen, they're all around.We haven't a chance.Agnes, go in the alley.Take him along.We'll hold him off.
Put your arm over my shoulder, Johnny.
Uh-oh, dear helpers, the police.Oh, they're turning into the street, look.Hurry, take him down the alley.Quickly, Johnny, quickly.Come on, Johnny, come on.Hurry, we'll all be killed.We'll take him to my place.Where is it?It's not too far.
No, no, Agnes.I've got a gun, they won't lift us.
No, I'm going back.Give me the gun.Agnes!
It wouldn't do any good.There's too many of them.Dennis!Murphy!Nolan!You're the chief.We'll start again, Johnny.Hurry!
There has been killing.I killed a man.A man killed me.I'm alone now.It's a bitter wilderness.
But why am I running?It's cold, so it is.But why am I running?
I will not run.I will not.
Shh, Johnny.Can't you keep him quiet?If he wakes him up in the tenement, we're done for.That's for sure.
We're almost there, Johnny.Then we get a doctor.He must be quiet when we go upstairs to Cheryl's place.
I am quiet.I haven't said a word.
What happened to the boys?It's all right.Shh.Don't make any noise.The old woman downstairs will give us away in a second if she knows.
Johnny, darling, no.You must be quiet.
I can't walk anymore.I want to rest.That's why he'll have the whole place on us.
A few more steps.You can do it.Sure you can, Johnny.
Yes, in a minute.In a minute.
We pulled it off, we did.
Get inside with him for the dear sake, quickly.
There's a bed, Johnny.Now you can rest.
Oh, his arm.Oh, his arm.That's the blood that's gone out of him.That's what it is.He shouldn't be alive.
Maybe this will stop the blood, Johnny.Turn over.Help me, help me, Shell.There.Can you get a doctor, Shell?
I don't know. I don't know what I've done this night.I should have turned him in.I'd be rich.Now I'd probably lose my life.I'll see what I can do.But keep it quiet.Quiet.Don't let him make a sound.I'm a fool.That's what I am.
I know that face.Dear face.Agnes.
And it is her own arms around me, warm, holding Why is she here?I remember now.We raided the mill.Murphy, Nolan, Pat and me.I killed a man.That was it.I must have been hurt.We were hiding.Who was it?Murphy?
What was I doing with Shell?He is an informer.The organization will have to take care of him one of these days.The city is too dangerous.We'll go to the country. It's quiet.
Yes, Johnny, yes.But you must try not to talk now.You mustn't talk.
Why did you... Why did you come to look for me?You should have stayed at headquarters.
Who let you do it?Dennis?He wouldn't.
No.No, you must be mad.He'll inform.
No, he's gone to find a doctor.
No, he helped me bring you here.
It's all right, it is.Lie back now.
I'm sorry.Shh, don't talk.I'm sorry because... because I was afraid.I think I've been afraid tonight.
You've never been afraid of anything. From the first day I saw you, even before that, when I heard about you, I knew you were not afraid.
I've never had time for that.The organization... I love you.
The organization has had you.Let them leave you to me now.
No.No, you're a woman.You wouldn't understand.
They're coming.They must have recognized me on the street, or someone informed.I ran, but they're moving down the street.
We'll get out the back way then.
No, no, no.It's a cordon.You can't.Not with him that way.He's the one that informed.He's the one... No, Johnny.No, no.I swear.Run while you can, Shell.But Johnny... Oh, I'm sorry.I'm sorry, Johnny.Sure, I did my best.
Agnes, give me the gun.Shoot him.He's the one.Informer.Informer.
No, no.It's all right.Run while you can, Shell.
You let him go?Yes.You let him?And you hold the gun in your hand without shooting?
Lie quiet.It'll be all right.They won't take us, they won't.I love you, Johnny.I love you.
Then this is how it might have been. The scent of her.Her mouth.Soft.But the fight.And what about the fight?
They can't beat us.They won't.They won't.Open the door.Give me the gun.Give me the gun.
I'm the chief.Give me the gun.
Give me the gun.Give it to me.
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In weeks to come, we shall also present Miss Barbara Stanwyck and Mr. Herbert Marshall, all on Suspense.Odd Man Out was adapted for Suspense by Anthony Ellis from the book by F.L.Green.Suspense is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis.
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We just heard James Mason in Where There's a Will, Banquo's Chair, The Greatest Thief in the World, and Odd Man Out.My four favorites of his appearances on suspense.That will do it for this bonus episode.Thanks so much for joining me.
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