The hushed voice and the prowling step in the dead of night.The crime that is almost committed.The stir of nerves at the ticking of the clock.The rescue that might be too late.Or the murderer who might get away.
Mystery and intrigue and dangerous adventure.We invite you to enjoy stories that keep you in... Suspense.
Hello and welcome to Stars on Suspense with another Hollywood legend in radio's outstanding theater of thrills.Our leading lady this week is Eve McVeigh, a character actress whose career on the stage and screen spanned five decades.
Though you may not know her name, you almost certainly know her face if you're a classic TV fan, and you probably know her voice as an old-time radio listener. Ms.
McVeigh jumped from the Broadway stage to Hollywood, where she appeared in films like High Noon, The Glass Web, and The Way West.
Later on, she could be seen on television in everything from Dragnet and I Love Lucy to The Twilight Zone and Petticoat Junction.She was also featured in several episodes of Alfred Hitchcock Presents.
On radio, she was heard regularly opposite Jack Webb on Jeff Regan Investigator.She could also be heard on The Whistler, the Lux Radio Theater, Gunsmoke, and The Adventures of Philip Marlowe.
And she was heard in supporting roles on suspense through the 40s before she started taking on starring roles in the 50s.We'll hear two shows today that put her front and center at the suspense microphone,
beginning with Going Going Gone from May 10, 1955.It's a thriller with a healthy helping of comedy, an encore of a story that was first performed on suspense in 1950 with Ozzie and Harriet in the lead roles.
This later production stars Eve McVeigh and Tom Brown as a couple who bring a sealed trunk home from an auction.When they open it up, they discover that it's filled with priceless jewels.
Not surprisingly, they're soon visited by a number of characters who want the trunk and who will play rough to get it. Eve McVeigh and Tom Brown co-star in our second show today as well.From February 21, 1956, it's Hollywood Hostages.
They play members of a film crew scouting locations who visit a Western ghost town. Unfortunately, a pair of real-life criminals on the run from the law are hiding out in the deserted city, and they discover the film crew.
And the crew thinks the armed men menacing them are all part of a practical joke cooked up by their director.It's another show where the menace is mixed with a little bit of mirth.
and both benefit from great lead performances by Yves McVeigh and Tom Brown.
Finally today, we'll hear Yves McVeigh starring in crime classics as the notorious French poisoner Marie Lafarge in The Seven Layered Cake of Madame Lafarge from October 14, 1953.Ms.
McVeigh stars as the woman whose murder trial captivated French society in the mid-19th century. Our triple feature starring Eve McVeigh will kick off with Going Going Gone right after these messages.
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Here's a poor chap who could be anyone you know, including you, Frances.
So what are you doing stretched out on the couch? You better get ready if you're going to that meeting.
I'll have to miss it tonight.Too much supper.My stomach's got me down.
Well, don't blame supper.You stuffed yourself like a glutton.
I'm not just stuffed.I feel awful.
I can imagine.You've got a good old-fashioned upset stomach, and I've got just the thing for it.Pepto-Bismol.
Oh, I don't want to take anything.I can't afford to stay home tomorrow.
You won't have to.Pepto-Bismol's not like that.It won't add to your upset, but will help to soothe and calm it very quickly.
Oh, nothing could be that good.
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And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense.
And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspense.
Tonight, the transcribed story of what happens when a trunk is bought at auction, contents unknown.
We call it Going, Going, Gone.
So now, starring Tom Brown and Eve McVeigh, here is tonight's suspense play, Going, Going, Gone.
Now, ladies and gentlemen, the next item is very special and not in your catalog.Crack it up, boys, and be careful.It may be valuable.Very exciting, my folks.Very exciting.Wally.
A trunk.A trunk, ladies and gentlemen.A trunk.Contents unknown.Thank you, boys.An old trunk, ladies and gentlemen, from the estate of Mrs. Dexter Joslin.
Since Mr. Jocelyn's unfortunate disappearance last week, the executives have found a lamp left by Mr. Jocelyn, requesting us to sell his belongings.
Wally, I'm going to bid on it.
Oh, now, Jan, please be sensible.We already bought a lamp, two chairs, another original Venus de Milo statue.What do we want with it?
I won't go over $10, Wally.
$10, I should say.Oh, please, honey.It's got such lovely old stains.
Please, it might be very valuable. Two.I hear one.I hear one.Who'll make it two?Two dollars.Thank you, ma'am.Two dollars.
No.It's only two dollars.Do I hear three?
Three.Do I hear three?Two fifty.Two fifty.Three.Three dollars here, Mr. Merton.Three.Three.Three.Do I hear more?Three going once.Three going twice.Going for the third and last time, Matt.Three.Sold to the lady for three dollars. Oh, Wally!I got it!
Wait!Wait!I raised the bid.One hundred.I'll give one hundred dollars.Sorry, friend, you're too late.Oh, but I must tell the trunk.Two hundred dollars!Sorry, friend, it's been sold to this lady for three dollars.Come on, dear.
Let's go back and pick up our things.
Yes, that's ours.And the statue, too.And the trunk.
No.No, that's not the same one.It's newer.It's the same one, lady.No.The one you sold me was lovely and old.
That's right.The one you sold my wife had stains on it, and we want the one with the stains.
That's right.I want the one I bought.But I tell you, lady, we used the old one for a come on. Now take this.It'll make you happy.No, we want the one you sold us.Oh, okay. OK, sure.I'll get it.I'll be right back.OK, boys, drag out the old one.
Oh, Jan, sometimes I wonder about you.
Oh, you do, huh?Well, let me tell you something.That old trunk's got something in it.I know.
Well, what about that funny little man who came in late and bid $200?You know, I'll bet he made them offers that other trunk just now.
Honey, that's just part of the act.They want to make people figure it's valuable. Next Sunday, they'll have 50 old trunks to sell.All right.
You wait.You'll see.You just wait.
We got our old trunk, paid for it, and caught it at home.It sat in the middle of the living room.Big, old, and dirty, with a lot of funny-looking stains.Jan was like a kid with a new doll.
What do you think's in it, Walt?
It could be anything, couldn't it?
Yeah, sure.Sure, anything.
It's kind of like Christmas, you know?
Well, honey, are we going to stand here and talk about it?Let's open it and get it over with.
No, wait.Not for a minute.
I just want to look.Why do you suppose that little man wanted it so badly? It can't be the same as the other trunks they've got.
Oh, Jan, I thought you had more sense.Do you honestly think they'd sell us something for $3 if they didn't open it first to find out what was in it?
Sure.Well, with all clothes, roller skates, blood instruments, and well, that's it.
Guess?Oh, come on, Jan.Come on, let's open it.
First, we'll guess what's in it.You guess first.
All right, let's see now.Old trunk, pretty big. A lot of peculiar stains and big enough to put a... Oh, come on.Come on, let's open it.
Wait.We'll open it together.All right.Oh, the cat is stuck.
All right, all right.Here, I'll do it.Now, stand back.Well, go on, open it.It's yours.
Well, doesn't it scare you just a little bit?
Scare me? There.Now, are you satisfied?
Oh, now look at that.Nothing but a mess of old rags and papers.Three dollars.Three hard-earned dollars for a pile of newspapers and... Hey.Wally.
Oh, wow, look. Diamonds, gold, rubies.
Wow.It's a fake.It must be.These aren't real.They look real, but there's nothing to be scared about anymore.It's not real, none of it.I don't know.Now look, be sensible.
If this stuff were the real thing, I mean diamonds, pearls, emeralds and all, it'd be worth millions.
It looks real.I mean it.A woman has a feeling about jewelry.She can tell.
Jewelry.Here, look.Did you ever see a diamond ring this big?Well, no, I never did, but... All right.All right, now.Once and for all, I'll prove it to you.You think this is a diamond ring, huh?
Yes, Wally, I think it is.
Okay.It's a diamond ring?Okay.Now, watch.Diamond's cut glass, right?Right.Okay.I'm gonna scratch it on the window, and maybe this'll satisfy you. Okay.Ah, there's your fake diamond.Now, for heaven's sake, you... I told you!
I told you they're real!We bought a trunk full of jewels!
What are we gonna do with it?
I don't know.I wanna think.
Maybe we should call the police.
No, no, no, why should we?
I mean, supposing it's all stolen jewels.
Hey, the door, someone's at the door.Now, come on, come on, get the rags and papers back in the trunk.We'll put it in the bedroom.
Well, it's probably only Mother.
Yeah, or the guy from the auction.Now, come on, hurry.All right.All right, now, you push and I'll pull.
Well, I feel as if we've done something wrong.
Oh, we gotta be careful.There.Now, shut the door.Now, if it is your mother, don't say anything, please.All right.
Oh, how do you do?My name is Mr. Minchie.
You bought a trunk this afternoon at the auction.You see, I arrived too late to buy it myself.
Too bad, yes.Mr. Pindell. I will give you $200 for it.A sentimental value, you understand.
I'm sorry.Would you mind getting your foot out of the door?
Ah, you have opened the trunk.Oh, yes.$50,000 then.
You must be a very sentimental man.
$100,000, Mr. Pindell.My last offer.
We needed a trunk.Good evening.
I must warn you, the consequences will be upon your own head.
Now, this is your last chance.Think carefully.Good evening.Oh, Mr. Pindell!You're making a mistake.
Please, please, I beg you.Please take my offer.
I heard it, Wally.What are we going to do?
I don't know.It was that same little fellow.
He's still there.Oh, I'm scared.
Well, he's quite old and not very big. I'll take care of it.
No.No, don't do that.Call the police.
Oh, now, Jan, this... I mean it.
He might have a gun.Jan, this... Please.
Well, all right.Maybe I'd better.
Well, I never thought I'd see you today, but... Hello.
Please, I'm using the phone.
Party line.What does that woman talk about all day?
Well, you'd better drive down to the police station.
No, wait a minute.Maybe he's gone. It's all right, honey.Nobody's there.What are we going to do?Oh, about what?We bought the truck.What's in its eyes?
It isn't right, Wally.We'll get into trouble.That man at the door, he might be a gangster, a foreign jewel thief.Suppose he's got other men with him.
I'll try the police again.
Chestnuts is the only stuffing I use.Of course, some people like oysters, but I don't.
Yeah, but lady... Look, lady, this is emergency.
Lady, you don't... Lady, I'm trying to call the police.It isn't an excuse.I'm trying... She won't get off.Well, she's got to.Here, let me try.Oh, no, no, no.
Now, wait, maybe, maybe it's fate.
Maybe we're not supposed to.You listen to me, Wally.Now, I don't see why you're making such a fuss.We're safe enough.I'm not afraid of... Wally.I heard it.
What do you want me to do?I don't know, but... Maybe it's your mother this time, huh?Who is it? I'll scream out the window for help.No, no, you can't do that.What will the neighbors think?I'm going.
Wally, you be careful.Here, take the poker.
OK.Now, you stay where you are.
Wally, please don't open it.
It's all right.Now, you just stay there.Wally.OK.I've had enough of this.
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What's wrong with him?Make him get up.The door.
What happened?Are you hurt?I don't know.Bend close to me.
We've got to do something.
No time, no time.They caught me as I was coming back up here.They'll get you too.Who?Who?I don't get it.They're waiting outside.Later in the night, they will come.The killers.
The killers?Who are they?
Where are they?In the trunk.We put them in the bedroom.
We can't let him die there.Call the police, Wally, and doctors, something.
Save yourselves.Get out of this house.Get out.
Oh, I'm scared, Wally.What are we going to do?
Well, now take it easy, honey.Nobody's going to hurt you.Hello. Hello!Hello!Hello, for Pete's sake!
She left her phone off the hook just for Spike.
Couldn't I scream out the window for help?
Oh, sure.Sure.They're waiting out there.You get killed just like him.Oh, no.I've got to think.Wait a minute.Put out the light.I'm going to peek out.
You stay behind the curtain, Wally.Don't let him see you.
It was getting misty.I couldn't see the end of the street, but near the lamppost a couple of houses down, I saw a black car, big and long.In our street, there's only two houses, mine and a neighbor who wasn't home.I'd never seen that car before.
I thought of what was in the trunk and what was lying right outside of the front door.Man doesn't like to show it, but as I looked out, I was scared.
No, but there's a car down there. He must be in it.Come away.No.No, no, wait a minute.
Stay back.I can see lights coming around the corner.Slowing down.It's Mr. Fling.
Mr. Fling?He won't do any good.He always comes home drunk on Sundays.
Well, I'm going to open the window and yell anyway.Now, you get down on the floor.They may start shooting. Mr. Fling, hey, hey, Mr. Fling.Mr. Fling.Why don't you shut up?Mr. Fling, it's Pindell, Wally Pindell.
We're in trouble, Mr. Fling.You've got to call the police.Tell them to get over here in a hurry.
And you get in your house quick.You're in danger, too.Yeah, yeah, OK.
Oh, he must be sober tonight.He's going to do it.Oh, gee.
If the police can just get here in time.You know, it's funny.They didn't try anything.What are we going to do with him?
Mr. Minch?I don't know.Better put him in a bedroom, I guess.
Oh, honey.He's dead, poor guy.You stay here.I'll carry him in.
I carried him into the bedroom and laid him down.I'd never touched a dead man before, and I'd always thought they'd be cold.He wasn't, not yet.Then the doorbell rang.
It's them!Shh!Stay with me!
Uh, yeah? Oh, Mr. Fling, anybody with you?Oh, what do you got?
A party?Hey, you want I should get a drink?No, no, come on in.Come in quick.Don't push, Don.I told you to call the police.The police?Yes.I thought you said, come on up and have a drink.What's the matter? Is somebody dead?Jan, go make some coffee.
Go make coffee, something, anything.Now look, are you sober enough to listen?Wait a minute, who's sober?Look, look, we've got to get the police. Well, I got to go on a raid, huh?Let me out.I got to get out of here.
Now, look, some men are outside there trying to kill us all.They've already killed one man.Oh, yeah.Who?Oh, it doesn't matter.Look, we can't use our phone.We've got to get to another one.Oh, no, no.I know these wild parties.
You get on my phone, and you call some dame in Paris.Oh, if you weren't drunk, I'd put you.No, no.Come out.Come on.Hey, that hurts.
He's no help I'm gonna make a run, but you can't go outside now look we're not going to stay here Hey, hey, where's that drink?Wait a minute?Huh?I'm gonna take a look out the window again.Okay?Okay.I'm going to bed I can't see if anyone's in it.
Oh Good evening, sir.No, no, don't get up I've got to take the chance.Well, where are you going?It's no good trying to get to Fling's house.They'd see us.I'll try the back way.
Now, if I can get to the garage, I might be able to make it to the police in the car.
What about him?I don't want to stay here alone with him.
OK, OK, come with me.We went out the back door.Everything was quiet. Even quieter than usual because of the fog.I knew that we couldn't be seen from the street, and if we were quiet, maybe... It's all right.
Oh, Wally, he must have heard the noise.
What if they... Now, look, when we drive out of the garage, you duck down.If they try to stop us, well, I'll run them down.Now, get in.Now, go on.
It's all right.It's only a backfire.Hold on.
Get your guns out, boys.Mr. Pindell, where's the black car?
It was right over there, across the street.Hi.Maybe they... Jan, you stay here.
Looks bad.Doors open.You wait, Mr. Pindell.We'll go on first.You two guys watch the back.OK, Sarge.Mr. Pindell.Yeah.This the body?
No.That's Mr. Fling.Where's Mr. Munchie?He's gone.They took him away.But the truck's here.Look.
The jewels, they're not here.Mr. Minchie, he was here.Listen, don't look at me like that.I tell you, there was a trunk full of jewels, and Mr. Minchie, he was... Oh, Jan!Jan, Jan, come on in and tell him, Jan! That was about it.
Same trunk was there, empty.There was a mark on the bed and the dead body was gone.We managed to wake up Mr. Fling, but he couldn't remember anything except that he wanted a drink.
Police were pretty mad, but I guess Jan convinced them that we hadn't been kidding.Anyway, we gave him coffee and that was that.
There wasn't much more to it, except that about two months later, Jan and I were having breakfast on Saturday when the mail came. Honey, we know anybody in Mexico.
I don't think so.More coffee?
Hey, look.It's from Mexico.
I know, dear.You said so.
Lester and Mrs. Wallace Pindell.
Hey, Jan, there's some money in it.Two $100 bills.
Well, let me see.What does the letter say?
Dear folks, I'm sorry for the inconvenience I caused you.But it was my trunk and my jewels, and I had to get it back.So I know you'll excuse the little trick I played on you.
Just before my disappearance, I put all our jewelry in the trunk, and by letter ordered the sealed trunk to be sold at auction.But I got caught in the traffic, and you got it away from me, and closed as a token of my appreciation.
Sincerely, Dexter Joslyn, alias Anatole Minchie.Minch... We better call the police.Why?Well, all those jewels.Well, he says right here they're his.Well, I know, but... Now, let's just forget the whole thing.Pretend it never happened.
But every once in a while, we are reminded of it.There's a diamond ring about as big as a half dollar. I'd put it in my pocket after I cut the glass out of our window.Jan used to wear it to parties.Not anymore.
She thinks it looks too much like a fake.
Suspense. in which Tom Brown and Eve McVeigh starred in tonight's transcribed presentation of Going Going Gone.
Be sure to listen next week to Suspense.This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System. And now, tonight's presentation of radio's outstanding theater of thrills, Suspense.Tonight, we bring you a story of a ghost town and a practical joke that wasn't.
We call it Hollywood Hostages.So now, starring Eve McVeigh and Tom Brown, here is tonight's suspense play, Hollywood Hostages.
Oh, that sun's really strong.
Yeah, murder.No director in Hollywood except the boy genius would have sent us out here.
There must be a ghost town closer to Hollywood.
There is. Beverly Hills after midnight.
Why he has to come to the middle of the desert to shoot this stuff.I can design sets that look a lot more like desert than this.
Well, Murphy does make good pictures.
The peasants know the difference of picture to picture.
I'd settle right now for the picture of a drink.
Well, look out at the sand.
Maybe you'll see a mirage with the drive-in.
How come everything on this road is closed?
Same reason Potterville closed.Ghost Town used to be a tourist trap.Then the new freeway bypassed it.No tourists.No trap, just this lousy road.
I wonder how Murphy found out about this place.
What's your knock on Murphy?
I hate practical jokers.Is this your first crack at a Murphy picture?Mm-hmm. You got a million laughs coming if he'll live through.
Oh, you don't know how far that guy goes.I know him good.Too good.You know what he did the day I got married?He had his lawyer file suit for divorce in my name.That's not very funny.And last year I go to Florida to find an alligator farm.
Murphy calls a pal who puts my picture in every post office. Sure, saying I'm wanted by the cops in Detroit.
Hilarious when I got picked up, too.The cops down there wired Detroit.Detroit wired they were sending a detective to bring me back.I was in a can a week before Murphy had him let me out.
I told that boy genius this morning, though.
One more of his jokes this trip and he gets himself a new location scout.I don't need him.I can always go back to being an unemployed comic.
Is that the ghost town out there?
Mm-hmm.Yeah, it could be.A lot of hills 180 miles from Hollywood.
The speedometer says 170.Oh, dandy.
10 more miles and we'll be no place. It hurts bad, Tex.
Just hang on, partner.We get inside, you can lay down.Man, look at them cobwebs.Ain't nobody open that door for a spell.In we go, partner.Ain't no furniture, Fred.Just you lay down here. On the floor.I know, Fred, them bullets hurt real bad.
Doc, I need a doc.Fred, you're seen for yourself.Ain't no doctor here.Ain't a living soul in this town, excepting us.
Yeah, I guess you will at that.Too bad, but... No sense in me waiting.
Tex, you can't just walk out.
Staying and dying with you ain't gonna be much help, is it?It's up to the others.Don't guess they'd be bust up splitting the bank money two ways instead of four.Must have already got to my place.I can't keep waiting.
Well, there ain't much else I can do, Fred.You just got a real bad piece of luck. If a cop don't nick our gas tank, we'd have been at the cabin.So long, Fred.
I knew you wouldn't walk out.
Grab your gun and drag yourself to this window.A car's coming.It's too far to tell.It must be.This road don't go nowhere else.How'd they know we were here?That cop who shot the gas tank.Maybe I didn't get him.
Hidden now by one of them dunes.There.
Now be ready.They are cops.We both better be shooting.
Welcome to Powderville.Well.
At least you've got no trouble parking.That's your camera?Mm-hmm.Creepy looking joint, huh?
Yeah.Hold it, Tommy. I want to get a shot of this board sidewalk.
Oh, yeah.You can't hardly get them no more.
You like those Polaroid cameras?
Great.You get your picture in a minute.If it comes up wrong, you shoot another one.Now we pull the film through till it clicks.And the picture develops by itself.
Well, come on, let's case the joint while that shot's cooking, huh? Better get a shot of that Wells Fargo office.
Sure.Leave Wells Fargo out of the West and you can't get a seal of approval.Tommy.Listen.
Sure.Boards in the sidewalk.They squeaked like three other shoes.
No, a voice.Oh, yeah, sure.Well, that's from inside that place, the hotel.It's Conrad Hilton buying the joint.
No, I heard a man's voice.
Well, it sounds stronger than it looks.
Sure, sure.Okay, you did hear a man's voice.So come on, let's make with the snapshots and curl up with a good bartender, huh?Hey, how many are you gonna take?
Get one of that blacksmith's shop?
Not yet.Let's go around the corner first so I can get... Hey, kid.
Tommy.That car.Those holes in the windshield.
I now pronounce you J. Edgar Hoover.
That car's a prop.It wouldn't be a Cosier ghost town without a bullet riddled car.
You jumpy. Too much fresh air will do that.
Well, I'll get this shot at the hotel.
Another one at the hotel?
Well, go ahead.I'll go look around.
Honest, I got him.In the picture.
He stuck his head out of the door, just as I was taking the picture.
Yeah?Well, then what happened?
Oh, honey.The way you dramatize... There he is!Hey!
And I left the keys in it.Come on!Hey!Hey, you! That dirty little, no good, conniving... Do you know him?No, not that guy in the car, but don't you get it?He was planted.Planted?Yeah, to grab our car and strand us in the middle of the desert.
Oh, I can hear that Murphy laughing now.Murphy?Natch!
Oh, it is to him.We've got no phone, no water, no food, and it's 23 miles to the nearest main highway.
Well, as soon as Murph sends the car back, they're in the glove compartment.
Oh, I told you.Murph fees a million less.
Hmm, those clouds are coming this way.
That's all we need now.Rain.
How long do you think we'll be here?
Till Murphy stops laughing.
It's almost four o'clock now.Tommy, I felt a drop of rain.
Yeah, me too.On your feet.
Come on.Where?Every roof is full of holes.
Well, a hotel's two stories.Maybe the water's not coming all the way down.
That's where Murphy's friend came from.Come on, let's run.
Yeah, and if you get pneumonia, Murphy laughs all the time you're in the hospital.It's a tie up with Blue Cross.
Cheery little spot.Charles Adams does the decoration.
Well, at least it's dry in here.
By the window. On the floor, a man.
There's blood on his shirt.He's alive.Natch, don't you get it?It ain't blood, it's ketchup. He's another Murphy stooge from Central Casting.You sure?Look, kid, I'm a veteran.Six pictures with Murphy.Now, come on.Come on, back to the porch.
All right, all right.Keep groaning, kid.You'll win an Academy Award.
Tommy, I'm cold.Let's go inside.
And listen to that bum play Russian comedy?
We've got to do something.
Like to play a chucker of polo?
How about walking to the highway?
Oh, not in that water.Not giving Murphy that satisfaction.
His conscience has to bother him sometimes.
He's got a cast-iron heart.
A car.That is a car, isn't it?
If it was on the main highway, we couldn't see it, could we?No.
No, it's headed here, all right.
Oh, he finally took pity.
Actually, now that it's over, it wasn't a bad joke.
Oh, he may not be through yet.
What else can he do once we get the car back?
Wait till he opens the door on this side.I'd hate to wait this long and then drown on the sidewalk.Well, I hope you called Murphy and he got a real big laugh.Oh, no, no, you don't have to come up here for us.Just open the car door.He's got a gun.
Oh, brother, that Murphy keeps a joke going long and then he... Get back.
Look, the joke is over.Let's go.
You ain't going no place.
Oh, yes, we are.Now I've had enough of this.
I ain't never shot a lady yet. But, ma'am, there's always a first time.Now, both of you, get back inside.
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I'm sorry, ma'am.They all want to play Gary Cooper.
How long do we have to stay here?
You can't rightly say.Look, we've got someplace to go.Me too.Mighty important for me to get through that roadblock by the freeway, but... Why do you care about the roadblock?Whole flock of cops up there.So?They're looking for four of us.
Felled up the bank this morning.Over in Desert City.
Fred there, by the window.He's one.I'm another.
All right.I'll give you the straight line.Who are the other two?Groucho and Harpo?No, sir.Sit down.
Tommy, this might not be a joke.
Okay, you want to stay and chat, go ahead.I'm leaving.
Now, look, pal.I know Murphy can keep a gag running longer than Oklahoma, but... I missed you that time because I wanted to.
Next time might be different.
Can't you even tell us one thing?
Look, I've got a date tonight.How long did Murphy hire you for?
Murphy?Honey, he can't let on until the Marines rescue us in the nick of time.And then that bum on the floor gets up.
You hadn't ought to be talking like that about Fred.He was a nice fella.If I were you, I'd cut out them wisecracks.
Oh, you should have caught me when I played the palace. I used to make a thousand people at a time wish I'd cut out them wisecracks.Aw, come on, pal.You got your laugh, so let's blow the joint, huh?
Well, I told you, ma'am.It's a roadblock.
As long as Murphy don't take us, I'm sorry.I don't care how long we stay.
That bad he is.Say, I got me an idea.Maybe we don't have to stay here.
Them, uh, cops.They ain't looking for you.If you was to sit in front, me in back.Hmm.Yeah.That's, uh, real smart of me.Come on.
How about, uh, itty-bitty buddy on the floor?How's he getting back?My camel?
Well, there's plenty of room in the back. Fred.
Well, that's nice of you, ma'am, but we better be going without him.
Wait here with him, Grace.I'll open the car doors.
I'm, uh, getting under the blanket back here.
Do we have to keep playing?
Lady, just you and him don't say nothing wrong when we get to that there roadblock.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.Because you'll have that there shooting iron pointing at my head.
Yeah, I know that hole better.
Mister, I don't rightly know why, but I like you.I guess maybe it's because you don't scare easy.
Oh, I've been working for Murphy too long. But no more.I've had enough.A minute we hit Hollywood, I'm through.
That roadblock is right up ahead of peace.
Mister, I told you once.I don't like folks making fun of me.
Now, I'm getting under this here blanket again.
Now, don't you start giving me orders.
Shouldn't we get in that line?
Murphy's probably having a party at Forest Lawn.
Well, how do you think they blocked the road with meatballs?Remember what I said.Oh, I'll never forget that.Four score and seven years.
The policeman's waving his flashlight.
Oh, fine.Now the window's stuck.
Good evening.No comment.We're looking for two men, one about five feet, seven inches tall, black hair, around 30 years of age.He might be wounded.
The other man's about six feet, one inch tall, about 35 years old, blonde hair, and he was wearing blue jeans and cowboy boots.
Yes, officer.We haven't seen them.
Lady, you almost just got killed.
Tommy, what's wrong with you?
Why didn't you tell me... And let Murphy tell everybody at the derby he scared me so much I copped a plea?No, ma'am.
But the policeman, he described this one.And the man on the floor back in Powderville.
Sure, I told you how far Murphy goes.He's even got the cops in on this one.
At least it stopped raining.
Bully, that makes my whole day.
Slow up, mister.What for?Turn off this here road just over the hill.
But that's not the way back to Hollywood.
We ain't a-goin' back to Hollywood, ma'am.Where are we a-goin'?Meet them other two fellas.They got the money. They threw it in their car when we run out of the bank.
Look, look, suppose I believe you now.
Now, mind you, I'm not saying... Don't rightly seem to matter.
What happens after we get to the cabin?
We'll be crossing that bridge when we come to it, ma'am.Here, mister, turn off here.
That's fine. Now, just keep it driving up into them hills.
Pretty little hovel.Drive around to the side.Oh, you only use the front way and form a close-up.Turn off the motor.Now, give me the keys.
Oh, now come on, pal.How far do you want to hit it?
Thank you, ma'am.Now what happens?I'm going in the side here.You two go knock on the front door.
I just like to be sure my friends ain't planning no surprise for me.You mean... Just do like I say.Open the door. Now, go knock on the front door.
Look, why should we... Okay, I see more guns today than Gene Autry.Come on, Grace.
Ah, too dark, too far to the highway.Tommy!Oh, now I'm sure this is a Murphy gag.
Are you crazy?Somebody inside's been shot.
Honey, in a minute that door will open and old Tex will say, I guess you folks can come in now.But those were gunshots.Sure, and inside we'll see two more guys playing dead.It's him.Fetch!
Guess you folks can come in now.
Hark thee, evening coyotes!
Tommy, I'm scared.What's he doing in that room?
Probably calling Murphy and giving him a blow-by-blow.
But those two men on the floor... and the money!That was real money!
Murphy always goes for good props.Now, honey, use your head.Look, if those two guys were gonna double-cross him, would they wait here till he got back?
No, they'd just walk out with the loot.Maybe it's like he said.They needed someplace to hide.But they didn't need him to take a share.
I can tell a Murphy story when I hear one. Oh, I'll get the gas chamber for killing Murphy, but it'll be worth it.
OK.Come on.You too, ma'am.
Just partway.As far as the cliff.
Oh, oh, that does it.If Murphy thinks he's throwing in a hokey bet like pushing a car off the cliff... Shut up.
You're right, lady.Now, both of you turn and walk out that door. When we get to the car, we'll... Don't move!
Don't move!I'll take that gun.This time, Parker, we got stronger cuffs.All right, hold him out.One of you own this camera?
Me?Where did you find it, officer?
One of our men found it in the hotel at the old ghost town.Looked inside, saw the last picture you took.
The last picture?Oh, the one where he stuck his head out of the door.
That's right. We recognized him, got a tip on his cabin, and made it here as quick as we could.Did I tell you?
Tell me what?In the nick of time, in pop the Marines.
Mister, I gotta hand it to you.You took this pretty calm.
Okay.Okay, now let's cut the clowning, huh?
But didn't you know?He's Tex Parker, wanted for three murders, and from the looks of it, he's two more over there.
Those guys dead, who are you kidding?
Okay.Okay, so the gag's finished now, huh?All right.Okay, boys.Okay, boys, wake up.
Wake up.Time for wakey.Don't call us.We'll call you.
Come on.Hey.Hey, that's not ketchup.They are dead. Tommy.
Okay, lady.We'll go as soon as we can bring him to.
Suspense.In which Eve McVeigh and Tom Brown start in tonight's presentation of Hollywood Hostages.Next week. We bring you the true story of five polar explorers and their race against death.We call it The Diary of Captain Scott.
That's next week on Suspense.
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Good evening.I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime.Listen.That was a cake baker breaking an egg and separating it.The white here, the yolk here. That was the last of 12 eggs to be separated.Next step in the recipe, beat the whites.
Our cake baker is French and a good baker too, so of course the cake will be of a lightness and a delicacy that... a cake that kisses back.Pour in the sugar, the flour, and now the ingredient that makes this cake different from all other cakes.
You didn't hear anything because it was only a smidgen.And smidgens don't make any more noise.Not even a smidgen of arsenic, which that was.The noise comes later.So tonight, my report to you on the seven-layered arsenic cake of Madame Lafarge.
Crime Classics, a new series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Hyland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence, and teller of murders.
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France, as the fourth decade of the 19th century was closing, Louis-Philippe was on the throne. It was late summer of 1839, a season of unrest in Paris.
In the dark alleys and dank cellars, a populace seethed and grumbled and wrote slogans in chalk on the cobblestones.
Phrases such as Allons, Abbas, En Avant, Au Guillotine, which meant that in this stage, people were either for things or against things or wanted them up or down or forward or guillotine.This was in the city.
But a few kilometers away in the country, in Glendier, it was peaceful.Summer was dying gently, and the folk took their cue from nature.
I'm quite sure she will be eminently satisfactory, madame.Her name is Marie Fortuné Capello.It is music, no?Marie Fortuné Capello.
She has 25,000 francs in her own name.
She will make a most excellent daughter-in-law to you, madame.I personally will guarantee it.I only meant that she is of quality.I personally knew her father, an artilleryman to Napoleon.
Who froze to his cannon outside of Moscow.
So you see, you have come to the correct marriage broker, madame.Yes. Your son Charles, he has been apprised of the arrangement you are negotiating for him?
Yes, and her own trousseau.
Go to him then and tell him he is most fortunate.His beloved is not only of wealth, but of beauty.We are in agreement, madame?
She has never been married before?
Then we are in agreement.
Therefore, if you please,
Ah, 10% of 25,000.2,500 francs.Ah, here.
And 500 francs change.Madame.
Your son, your fortunate son Charles.Yes?He still spends his time at the blast furnace?
I cannot get him interested in anything else.
Strange. I only say this because I recall in my youth there were other things to do.Strolling, picnics in the bois.
My son Charles is a young man who likes to spend his time at the blast furnace.
To each his own.Eh, madame?Goodbye, madame.
Charles Lafarge was one of those rare individuals who was just a natural born smelter, an unsung Bessemer as it were.In his early youth he evinced a healthy interest in iron things and tongs and anvils and blast furnaces.
His father had died while fishing for bloaters in the sand, this when Charles was three years old.His mother, a good woman, was quick to recognize her son's natural bent and indulged his talents.
As a matter of fact, she invested nearly all her savings in a blast furnace and an ironmongery business for her son.Charles spent most of his waking hours in the shop, shaping things on the anvil, cooling metal, or what he liked best to do, smelting.
He was doing that the day his mother broke the news to him.
Her name is Marie Fortuny Capello.
And he was six feet four inches tall.What of her?
All young men get married.You'll have a wife now, son.Son.
Come here to me, closer.I want to look at you.
At what do you look, Mama?
Nothing.You'd better get cleaned up.
And he did.Charles got cleaned up.He bathed, shaved, and got into the clothes of a gentleman of the country. He was introduced to his fiancée, made guttural noises of approval, and in a few hours they were married.
The ceremony took place in the empty and dismal halls of the Lafarge Castle.In attendance were Mama Lafarge and one Denis Barbier. Dennis, it should be mentioned, was an employee and bosom friend to Charles.
And it must be assumed that Dennis was happy for his friend for having brought such a winsome and lovely creature into an abode, usually a wreak with odors of sulfur and slag.At the end of the ceremony, Dennis offered his arm to Mama and they left.
Then, this is what happened to the newlyweds.
Frightens?Please.Frightens?
Well, it is a fire.It is hot.How frightens?Please.Look to me.
This bar, this iron bar.Do you see?Do you see it bending?It.Look.
My mama said to me you would do what I say you do.
This metal piece, this round metal piece, you see?
For you.I don't... To lock about you if you will run away from me.
It is not your husband, madame.It is I. It is Dennis.It is Dennis.Dennis.
Your husband sent me to speak with you.May I come in?Your husband said I was to enter your rooms and to speak with you.Thank you, madame.
Madame, how long has it been since you've been here in the chateau?
You know it, four months more.
Such joy you have brought to all of us.Of course, we have not seen much of you since you've locked yourself in your room for the most part, but if this makes you happy, all of us are happy.
Say what you wish to say and get out.
Your husband has gone to Paris alone.I will turn my back while you weep.You finish? Oh, madame, you look so radiant after a good cry.
He has a plan for a blast furnace, a new principle.
He was introduced to pencil and paper just last week, and already he has the theory for a new furnace.Remarkable, is it not?
He asked me, shy man that he is, to say another thing.The 25,000 franc, which is banked in your name, he wishes it.Where are you, madame? Oh, madame.Where are you, madame?I would give it to him.
Just a while ago, below at the furnace, he fashioned a thing.Oh, it's diabolical, the equipment your husband can make.Before he left, he lifted it up with both hands and said, just my wife's size.Ugh.
He will have compassion for you.He says only that.He will honor your desire to remain alone.
Oh, you are a good wife.Oh, a word.
I, too, have compassion for you.You must understand that.
He is better off if he is dead.
I said yes.He is better off if he is dead.
Of course he is. Madame!Madame, I take your leave.Madame!Madame Lafarge!Open quickly!Open!
What are you doing in my chambers?
A terrible thing, so terrible.What are you talking about?What she has said.Who?The wife of your son.She said she... What?What is it?That she wished your son dead.
I'm sure every wife in the world has wished her husband dead at one time or another.
But the way it was said. How?With a kind of madness, with a curling of the lips, a clawing of the hand, with hate, with purpose.I wish my husband dead, she said.The heavens give me strength to make it so, she said.No.Yes.
This banter kept up a few moments more.Then Mama became firmly convinced that she had a potential murderess for a daughter-in-law. Dennis, on the other hand, went to the pharmacy and bought some arsenic.
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And now once again, Thomas Highland and the second act of Crime Classics and his report to you on the seven layered arsenic cake of Madame Lafarge.
If you happen to pick up any standard almanac of France for the year 1840 and look up the climate for the first week of the year, you will read, il fait froid.
That's the French way for putting it that there were blizzards and snows and hails and sleets and cold rains.As a matter of fact, this was one of the most miserable weeks in the annals of French weather.
It is only legend, but it's worth mentioning, a freak storm up from the provinces caused a fall of frozen bloaters on the banks of the Seine.
And northward, in the town of Glendier, the blizzard swirled bleakly around the parapets of the Lafarge Castle.
But on the main floor, in a kitchen lighted by a roaring blaze and warmed by a scene of domestic enterprise... Now you must take the dough and roll it.
There, on the table of my aunt.
Your aunt must have been too generous, Madame Lafarge, to have given you so much furniture.
Knead the dough, daughter-in-law.And now I must ask you a question.
Do you hate my son, your husband?
I will answer you.At times I do hate him.
This I can understand.But do you wish him dead?Oh, no.
Oh, perhaps in a burst of fury, yes, but... Oh, no, he is... He... Yes?Like a child.Like a small child.
Dennis said... What?Nothing.Dennis is so quick to take offense.He cares so much for my son, have you noticed?Truly a friend, truly.
I feel for your son.Somehow... Right now, I feel for your son a warmth.So the baking of these cakes, which I will send to him in Paris.
I am the most fortunate of mothers-in-law.
I have resolved to give my marriage every chance to forget what has happened.Therefore, I will do as my husband bids.You will send him the money?All of it that is in my name.25,000 francs?To the Sue.I will send it along with the cake.Marie.
You are good.It is important that Charles build his blast furnace.When that is done... Never mind.Here, will you put the dough in the pan?
There should be enough to fill those five small ones.
I will wash my hands and write Charles a note.
You'll find the pen on the desk of my aunt.And when you are finished, we will put it with the cakes and the money.And Dennis will mail all of it.Let me kiss you.
And they offered each other their cheeks.Then Marie washed her hands and wrote her husband a tender note.
Madame Lafarge put the cakes, five small ones, into the oven, which her aunt had willed to her, and dozed for a while in her aunt's favorite chair.Then the cakes were ready.They were iced and wrapped
Into the parcel was then inserted an envelope containing 25,000 francs, and a few words of encouragement and endearment and new resolution.
Denis, take this parcel and mail it to Monsieur Lafarge in Paris.It contains cakes and money, so mail it with this batch.And Denis,
My mother-in-law and I would appreciate an opportunity to become more... Well, you may spend a few days where you wish, Dennis.Not here.Not here, Dennis.
Oh, Charles Lafarge got the parcel all right.It was mailed all right, and he got it.But if you think for one moment the dentist was there when it arrived, you're right.
So, my dear friend Charles, I thought that you would be lonesome in Paris.So many of the young men get lonely in Paris.
So, I thought to... Now, who could that be?Charles.
Charles! Now, who could that be?
May I see?I will see.Oh, thank you.A package for you, Charles.A package?Yes, it is.May I open it for you?I will open it for you.It's from Glandier, from your wife.What could it be?
I feel kindly toward my wife. Perhaps when this of the blast furnace is done, when I get back to Glandier, I will... A cake.
I like cake.Such a large cake.And here, an envelope.Money.How much?3,000 francs.I hoped she'd send the 25.
Oh, there is a note here, too. Read it to me.
Dear Charles, keep warm.Here is cake.Here is money.Your wife, Marie.Charles?Yes?May I cut a piece of cake for you?I will cut a piece of cake for you.Myself, I will eat none of it.My stomach is turning into a paunch.
It is a fine looking cake.
Do you like it?Is it good?Is it light?Yeah, more.
The cake lies against my heart.Oh?Painfully.With much pain.
Help!Help!My friend is sick!Doctor!Doctor!My friend has eaten of cake and he is sick!His wife sent him cake and he is sick! His wife sent him cake and he became sick, Inspector.I do not wish to say it, but you forgive me, do you not?Yes, you do.
I was in the presence of his wife when she said she wished her husband dead.That she thought him a brute and an imbecile and she wished him dead.And then she sent me to buy arsenic for mice, she said.For mice.
Then this cake comes to my friend Charles Lafarge and he eats of it and now he is dead.Inspector, you forced me to say it.I did not wish to say it, but you forced me.
Marie Fortuné Capello Lafarge was arrested on the charge of murder. She was put in prison in January 1841 and brought to trial in July.
It is safe to say that this period was a time of travail, for Marie lost 40 pounds, her golden hair turned to silver, and her youthful complexion turned ashen.
These in the main were observations made by Raoul Lassie, the George Garvey of the Fourth Estate of that day.Nor, during the trial, were the interrogations less unmerciful. She was asked, first of all, whether she loved her husband.
Less, perhaps, than other women.More, perhaps, than some.
And did she ever say she wished him dead?
May I make a statement?My name is Denis Barbier.Charles Lafarge was my good friend.We addressed each other in the second person singular, familiar as to. I grieve for his death.I grieve that his widow has been placed in such a precarious position.
Yet I am forced to say that I, Dennis Barbier, friend of Charles Lafarge, did hear Marie Lafarge wish her husband dead meaningly.
Poor little girl. You did.You provoked me.If you wish to say so, I will not disagree.Wife to my friend Charles Lafarge, now dead by poison.
Of arsenic, indeed, which Dennis himself had purchased.
I myself purchased the arsenic and gave it to you.It was for mice.For mice, if you wish to say so, I will never disagree.
It was for mice.For mice.Ask my mother-in-law.
Very well.I recall no mice. I run a clean chateau.
And your daughter-in-law says for mice.I say you killed my dear friend Charles Lafarge!Murderous!
There were five small cakes.
There was but one cake, a large cake of seven layers.
Ask my mother-in-law!Ask her!
You yourself put them in those five pans.I do not remember.Murderous!No!Yes! and one of the money from the bank i think twenty five thousand from and put them in the pothole there was only three thousand drop in the pothole
Marie Lafarge was found guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment of hard labor.Also, occasional exposures in the pillories.Then, Mama, 12 years later on her deathbed, suddenly... I remember!
I remember!It was not a seven-layered cake.It was five small ones which Marie sent to my son.Something must be done!
And something was done. Marie Lafarge, who had already served 12 years, had her sentence reduced to just five more years.Then she was sent to a home.Then she killed herself.
thomas highland will return in just a moment to tell you about next week's crime classic
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Next week, the broad state of New Mexico, at a time when it was worth your life to walk down the street, armed or unarmed, day or night.My report to you will be on Billy Bonney Bloodletter, also known as The Kid.Thank you.Good night.
Madame Lafarge, tonight's crime classic was adapted from the original court reports and newspaper accounts by Morton Fine and David Friedkin.
The music was composed and conducted by Bernard Herman, and the program is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis.Thomas Highland is portrayed on radio by Lou Merrill.
In tonight's story, Eve McVeigh was heard as Marie, Irene Tedrow as Madame Lafarge, Joseph Kearns as Dennis, Edgar Barrier as Noonie, and William Conrad as Charles.Roy Rowan speaking. Crime Classics was brought to you by Plymouth.
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